Yang Lin spoke again, still shocked.

"The minister proposes to depose the squire of Zhongshu Sect Dazai Cai Jing and recall Zhang Shangying to worship the prime minister."

As soon as these words came out, even Song Jiang was a little shaken, and his expression was very complicated.

Shaozai is not a little quick to reach, after this change, if Cai Jing, the power traitor, can be co-opted, he will definitely quickly calm down the riot in Bianliang, so that the turmoil in this palace change can be calmed down as quickly as possible.

At this time, if you want to quit the phase, is it too ugly to eat.

Yang Lin's face sank like water, everyone underestimated his determination, three in and three out of Bianliang City, Yang Lin had already given in.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty did not change slightly because of his concessions, on the contrary, they were aggressive, and if you let one step, he will press one step.

Why let the turmoil end? Damn it, it's not done yet, the Great Song Dynasty is rotten like this, you have to cut off all the rotten meat at once, and you still have a chance to grow muscle and blood, otherwise the endless rotten flesh will continue to corrode this huge empire.

Now in the Great Song Dynasty, there is only one Jurchen, and they are about to face a situation of anxiety. Shangjing is in danger, and the Khitan revolt will intensify with the northern expedition of Yao Pingzhong and Yelu Dashi.

In the land of Youyan, they couldn't break through Han Shizhong's defense line, Wanyan Xiyin was killed by himself, and the people and horses of the Kerebu had already bitten it, and they would soon be all wiped out.

The Khitan was too busy to take care of himself, and the Jurchens were anxious to withdraw, so they were in this Bianliang City to cure the shortcomings of the Great Song Dynasty.

Zhao Si was completely speechless, and each of Yang Lin's three knives was cut at a critical position.

The Forbidden Army... Civil service... Prime minister!

The three most taboo nouns in the Great Song Dynasty have become his testing stones, is it a little too unaware of the height of the sky.

Yang Lin said loudly: "Your Majesty, what do you think?" ”

Zhao Si waved his hand, and Yang Jian hurriedly said on his behalf: "Your Majesty will play." ”

After the dispersal of the dynasty, Yang Lin walked out of the main hall, and Yang Jian and Liu Qingshui followed behind him.

Yang Lin turned his head and looked at Yang Jian, since the two brothers realized it, they had a tacit understanding. One outside the main and the other inside, Yang Lin took his hand: "Brother, all the forbidden things are entrusted to you." ”

Yang Jian nodded, smiled lightly on his white face, and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "This time, we are going to pierce the sky." ”

Liu Qingshui looked at Yang Lin on the left and Yang Jian on the right, he didn't quite understand what they meant, but he was also inexplicably excited, stepped forward and put his hands on the table, looked generous, and nodded heavily.

When I got out of the imperial city, I found that a group of civil officials and soldiers had gathered on Bianliang East Street, and the forbidden army and soldiers were blocked on the road.

"It's Yang Lin! This traitor is out! ”

"Rebels, phew!"

"Where is the saint? Where is the saint? ”

...

As soon as Yang Lin and the others came out, they all stood up suddenly, or insulted, or excited, looking like they were criticizing and denying the traitor.

Yang Lin turned over and got on the horse, tugged on the reins, and said loudly: "Get out of the way!" ”

"Yang Lin, you rebellious minister and thief, quickly return the saint!"

"Yang Lin's hijacking of the saint is exactly the treacherous evil that my generation wants to exterminate! At this moment, what else can be said except to eliminate traitors for the country? ”

No wonder there was no one in the Daqing Hall in the early days, these birdmen were all blocked here, and they probably didn't know the three knives that Yang Lin had chopped. Relying on the century-old inertia of the Great Song Dynasty not to kill the scholars, he shouted here.

Yang Lin looked at them coldly, and suddenly had an indescribable disgust, he raised the whip in his hand, and the soldiers behind him changed from a horizontal formation extending to the two wings in an instant, to a conical formation with a strong and sharp horse to step on ten thousand armies. Countless horses' hooves undulated and knocked on the bluestone ground of the square outside the imperial city, and went straight to the bottom of everyone's hearts!

The generals of the forbidden army in front of him, scholars, and bachelors, are of different ages, both literate and martial, but they all have one thing in common, they are all red-faced and red-eared, shouting loudly. There are even some soldiers of the forbidden army wielding their blades, which is full of threat. Although Yang Lin persuaded some forbidden troops to surrender, there were always some of the 600,000 people who were unwilling to submit to Yang Lin. After all, there are some grudges between Yang Lin and the forbidden army.

This ridiculous courage made them point at a group of slaughterers who chewed nails and chewed iron, and shouted insults.

The whip fell, the horse stepped on the long street, and a bloody massacre unfolded on this royal street.

The screams resounded in the sky. Countless people rolled up in a ball, rushed in all directions, and trampled on each other. At this time, I was in it, and I didn't have any thoughts. I just want to get out of this place that is about to become an Asura field as soon as possible. What fame and wealth, what party struggle palace change, has long been thrown out of the clouds!

Some people who really don't have time to run for their lives don't care where they are, and they don't care if the horse's hooves step on it the next moment. Dizzily kneeling on the ground, crying and begging for his life, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

It is this group of birdmen who buried the north of the Yangtze River, what bullshit forbidden army, what pickled bureaucrats, in addition to kowtowing and surrendering in front of the iron horse, it is to hug the head of the rat, just like the Jingkang catastrophe decades later.

These thieves and birds in Bianliang City enjoy the support of the whole country, and consume the anointment of the Han people, but in the end, even the daughter of the Han family cannot protect them.

The 600,000 people of the Dumen Forbidden Army are the elite soldiers of the Hou Zhou Dynasty inherited by Zhao Kuangyin from the Later Zhou Dynasty when the founding of the country, and they are all the support used to deter and crusade against the world's unsubordinate.

In just a hundred years, he was cultivated like this by the Great Song family. They sit on the best of the world's offerings, but they can't face Hu Qi's arrow. When the country was in crisis, the forbidden army, known as hundreds of thousands, collapsed by the Yellow River before the Jurchens arrived.

For the first time, the Jurchens besieged the city and did not dare to resist on the city wall, and went to aid Taiyuan and were defeated without a battle, so that the main force of the Western Army led by Xiao Chong was completely annihilated, and the pit friendly army did not hesitate.

When the Jurchens besieged the city for the second time, no one dared to fight, forcing the Great Song Dynasty to rely on Guo Jing's Liuding Liujia Divine Soldiers to jump the great gods in despair.

The Jurchens broke the beam, and they were just begging to kneel and be stabbed. was tortured and killed by Hu Lu, and he didn't dare to make the slightest resistance.

is so birdy, pickled, and talented, he dares to stand in front of him, a traitor. The Northwest soldiers under his command were like sharp knives, straight into the crowd.

At this moment, I don't know how many people were knocked into the air, and how many people were trampled under the horse's hooves. No one could even form a formation to stop these armored horses, but they just desperately fled in all directions, to stay away from these fierce gods.

Some of those who escaped far were shot by the cavalry behind, and for them, this level of combat was like an autumn wind sweeping leaves, and even ordinary drill strength could not be reached.

Yang Lin rode a horse, stepped through the long street full of blood, and slowly walked towards Zhaodefang.