Outside the Yanmen Pass, the border is heavy, and the flag is hunting.

Countless soldiers and horses, lined up in a long line, passed through the valley.

In the middle of summer, the scorching sun is in the sky, and even these places in Yingzhou Yunnei are unbearable.

In the ranks of the Chinese army, the planter Dao rode in a horse-drawn carriage, and the wheels were tied with cotton cloth to minimize bumps as much as possible.

The old seed is old, and this time the imperial court only issued an order for Qin Long to send troops, and did not let the seed master Dao accompany the army.

But this time was different from the past, and the seed master Dao ignored the opposition of the children in the clan and personally led the army out of Yanmen.

The accompanying Wang Hou, Yao Gu, Chong Shizhong, Yang Keshi, etc., are all veteran generals of the Western Army, and this battle is bound to not let the flames of war burn to Qinlong again, which is the bottom line of the Western Army.

As the governor of Qinlong, the master Dao is expected by everyone, whether it is the people or the soldiers here, they all welcome his return. It's not that the seed family has such a great influence, but it's actually the prestige of the seed master himself.

In the history of later generations, after the death of the planter, it was difficult to convince the people in the planter, and the western army was in chaos, and when the country was broken, they did not forget to fight with each other.

Halfway through the journey, a sentry returned to Malay and reported: "Commander, there is a joint letter from Emperor Liao and General Yao." ”

The seed master took it from the curtain of the car, unfolded the letter transcribed on the cowhide scroll, and wrote: The old general soldiers went out of Yanmen, and the lands in the clouds were attacked on the same day. I also hope to take the battle situation as my mind, give a helping hand, rise up to the tiger, and attack the Jurchen Tartars.

The planter was stunned for a moment, but the planter was impatient, so he stepped forward and asked, "What did you say?" ”

"I didn't expect that the Khitan people still had the heart to take the initiative to attack, which shows that the Khitan has not yet reached the time of the death of the country." The seed master Dao was a little admired, this Yelu Dashi was really not an ordinary person.

The seed master took the letter from his brother's hand, his face turned red, and he was a little happy: "This is God helping me Da Song Ye!" ”

A few days ago, the decree of the imperial court came down, that is, after the war, set up a Hongmen banquet for Yelu Dashi, and completely recover this land in the clouds.

If Yunnei is recovered, there will be a strong screen in the north of Qinlong.

The war-torn land west of the river can be regarded as truly peaceful and tranquil.

Not far away, Yao Gu also patted his horse over, and after reading Yelu Dashi's letter, he said with a smile: "These Khitans have not been broken yet, it seems that there are benefits to a large territory, and there are always a few people who can't be defeated." ”

The old spirit on the face of the seed master became lighter the more he went to the north, and after expanding his chest, he stood on the carriage and laughed: "Then we will accompany them to fight, and we will meet this fierce and vicious Jurchen Tartar who has been rumored to be in a while." ”

In all parts of the cloud, almost all the sentinels were dispatched, going back and forth in the battlefield, which was extremely dangerous.

The Jurchen battalions were also aware of it, but they didn't know what these people were going to do.

Wanyan Agu has gathered all the generals and is discussing the next way of playing, and the Jurchens are generally more comfortable in Yunnei than when they were in Youyan.

Fengshengzhou's grain route can ensure the transportation of Dajin's rear materials, so that he will not starve if he can't grab it like last time in Youyan.

Wanyan Lou Room controlled Fengshengzhou and had repelled Yao Pingzhong's attacks several times, and the Song-Liao coalition army wanted to cut off his grain route, but it had already failed.

In the big tent of the golden soldiers, the quarrel was fierce, but few people were discussing the war. It's more about being unconvinced by each other, blaming and ridiculing, showing off their achievements.

Although Wanyan Aguda doesn't like it, but in today's Jin Kingdom, there are still many habits left in the tribal time, and these Bo Jilie have a lot of right to speak, and they can even veto Wanyan Aguta's decision.

While they were spitting around, a shocking change was accumulating.

The night is sinking and the moon is hanging high.

In the sky above Yunzhou City, countless fireworks suddenly rose up, which were as brilliant as this.

In the surrounding fortresses, fortifications, and cities, countless people and horses poured out together.

The cities passed from one city to another, slowly sweeping through the clouds like a prairie fire.

Liao, Han, Jurchen, Mongol, Dangxiang... Fight mercilessly on the land of the clouds.

The war has officially begun.

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Bianliang City, the lights are bright and green, and it is prosperous.

In Zhaode Fang, there are also many customers.

The figures in the study are building, a lamp is like a bean, Yang Lin is lying on the table, looking down at a chapter of the map. The apprentice Cai Qian held a candle and helped him shine it.

"The belligerents will die! Wanyan Agu is also arrogant, and the little Jurchen occupies almost all the territory of Daliao, and the thief is not dead. It's fighting Youyan again, it's hitting Yunnei again, expanding! ”

Yang Lin slapped the table, which was regarded as cheering himself up: "We will win this battle." ”

There was a Song Jiang standing with his hands behind his back, Bai Shizhong and Gao Shank sitting on the chair, and Ma Kuo, Yuwen Xuzhong, and Wu Min standing behind Yang Lin, all a little excited.

The battle that started tonight had already been notified to Bianliang, although it was ostensibly the battle of Liaojin, in fact, the soldiers and horses of the Great Song Dynasty accounted for a large proportion of it.

Two generations of Western armies have gone out of Yanmen Pass, and if they don't fight well, the land of Qinlong will also be at risk.

Even the Jurchen Tartars could enter the hinterland of the Central Plains from the east of the river, and at that time they could only mobilize Youyan soldiers and horses and northwest soldiers and horses to defend.

Yu Wenxu said in a low voice: "Teacher, the style of play that blooms everywhere is the most suitable for using the fortress tactics of the Western Army, isn't it... Ready to start? ”

"Let's go! An order was sent to the governor of Qin Long, asking him to gather the people and prepare to go to Yingzhou to establish a fortress. Our way of playing is to break the Tartars with fortresses, and if one is not enough, we will build a hundred, and if a hundred is not enough, we will build a thousand. ”

Song Jiang also interjected: "Do you want to transfer some soldiers and horses from the northwest?" ”

Yang Lin had already thought about this problem, so without thinking, he blurted out: "No, the Northwest Fan soldiers and Qiang soldiers still have to focus on the Western Regions." The army has been away for a long time, and it is inevitable that there will be trouble, and I haven't been to the Western Regions for a long time, so I don't know what it is now. When the New Deal is no longer so hard, it is inevitable to go west. ”

Song Jiang once commanded a force that was not weaker than the Western Army, and he inevitably wanted to seek some welfare for his old subordinates.

As soon as he heard Yang Lin's objection, he didn't insist, but said: "The soldiers in the northwest dare to fight and can fight, it is better to station troops on the border, if there is a bad pool in the clouds, you can also transfer it nearby." ”

"This is okay, let Su Keye and Bei Shiye leave Fugu, and if it doesn't work, they will go straight to Shuozhou."

As the night deepened, sending a group of people out of the house, Yang Lin was still agitated. This battle is too fucking exciting, but it's a pity that I can't be there in person, and fortunately I'm not there, otherwise I would be so nervous that I can't sleep.

Seeing everyone boarding the carriages, Yang Lin waved his hand and called Lu Qian: "The long night is long, and you are worried about the battlefield, how can you sleep peacefully?" ”

Lu Qian pursed his lips: "Where are you going?" ”

"Emperor Rouhui, it's been a long time..."

"My subordinates understand."

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