All the way south, as if chasing the footsteps of spring.

The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the thick coat that was originally worn on the body has also been taken off, until the Yungui area is already full of green.

The Tibetans did not invade on a large scale, because they knew their own strength, and once the pursuit was too deep, their lair was likely to be invaded by the tribes behind.

The divided Tibetan tribes, which have been attacking and fighting each other for a hundred years, have long been beaten into a pot of porridge, and the hatred is accumulating deeper and deeper, and no one dares to rashly lead troops to leave their headquarters for too long.

When Yang Lin came to Yangyi Baa City, it was already spring, the gate of the original Dali capital was wide open, and hundreds of military generals welcomed Yang Lin into the city.

Yang Lin once brought them endless glory, but now it has all been thrown away, and the shame is imprinted on the forehead of every soldier, and they have been chased and killed for hundreds of miles by Tubo, and they have lost face.

After a month of traveling, Yang Lin was exhausted, waved his hand to show that there was no need for a welcome ceremony, Yang Lin said to the generals who followed him: "Selection, punishment, grain and grass, ordnance, all relevant files, all sent to me, in addition to the morale is the first thing, within ten days, I will continue to go on the expedition." ”

Yangyi Baa City has hoarded enough grain and grass, and no less than 200,000 troops are stationed, and the Tubo people have really attacked, even Wang Hao can defend it.

When the generals saw it, they thought that Shaozai was dissatisfied with the results, and they were silent one by one, not daring to speak.

How did they know that Yang Lin was tired and collapsed, his legs were still trembling, and it hurt terribly when he moved.

Entering Yangyi Baa City, Yang Lin fell asleep, unintentionally admiring the beautiful scenery of Dali in the Song Dynasty.

In his residence, there is a courtyard, the courtyard is not large, full of Dali style.

The one-color green tile powder wall, the terrazzo blue brick paving, the brick carving of "Fu Lu Shou" on the shadow wall is exquisite and orderly.

Although the courtyard is small, it is also complete, the main house, the east and west wings, the north hall are three rooms each, the roof is low and gentle, simple and simple, and the armor of the sword, gun, stick and halberd wiped on the weapon rack under the eaves.

When Yang Lin arrived in the bedroom, there was also a soothing agarwood, and it seemed that the people here were living well. How did he know that the nobles in Dali had a quality of life that was not inferior to that of the Song people, and they were very comfortable.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and tearing off his boots, Yang Lin couldn't help but grinning: "It's so fucking painful!" ”

He didn't know that he hadn't taken off these boots for a few days, and he hadn't lived in the city since he entered Dali, and it was needless to say that it smelled, and the soles of his feet came out of the blood blisters and were worn out, and the so-called socks in this era were glued to the soles of his feet, and a slight pull made him squeak and scream.

"When the sky falls, don't bother me."

Yang Lin yelled, then hugged the quilt and fell asleep peacefully, and fell asleep in the evening.

This was originally Gao Mingtai's other courtyard in Dali, but now it has become Yang Lin's bedroom, and more than a dozen generals are waiting outside.

No one dared to speak, even the slight snoring in the bedroom could be heard, and when Yang Lin finally woke up, his hungry chest was against his back, he pulled his shoes and put on a piece of clothing, kicked open the door, and more than a dozen generals stood up one after another, hugged their fists and said, "Shaozai." ”

A person as elegant as Yang Shaozai now has a face full of wind and frost, and his cheeks are much thinner, but he has a little more heroic color.

"Huzhou Xiang soldiers, each person will be rewarded with 20 yuan, 13 generals who have been unjustly killed, the list will be counted, reported to the imperial court, the merits will be posthumously awarded, and relatives will be distributed. As for Uncle Zhang, tomorrow he will go to the cliff where he died and open an altar to worship. ”

When everyone heard it, this was to settle the old accounts of Wang Huang's time, clear the grievances of the Huzhou department, and improve morale.

The soldiers and horses of Huzhou have proved that the Tubo people have nothing to fear, and the soldiers who everyone looks down on can also defeat them.

Lu Qian brought a stool, Yang Lin sat down, and immediately a person from the Banzai Camp stepped forward and carried a sand table that had been set up.

Taking the slender pole in Lu Wang's hand, Yang Lin beckoned, and all the generals came up together.

Yang Lin pointed to the Nu River in Shapan Mountain and asked, "Although you are in a hurry to escape back, you haven't forgotten how to go on this road, right?" ”

The generals were ashamed, although Wang Hao ordered to flee, but it was rare to have the courage to fight back like Zhang Shuye.

Yang Lin looked at the reaction of the generals, sneered, and found a familiar figure, slapped the table and scolded: "Fang Qifo, get out." ”

Fang Qifo, who was in the pile of generals, didn't know why he was named, he was stunned for a moment, and hugged his fists and said, "Shaozai? ”

"Other people don't know, you put me right in Suzhou, and you have a very good way of commanding the war, why did you become a straw bag in my Great Song Army?"

Fang Qifo's face was bitter, and he frowned and said bitterly: "Shaozai, there are no soldiers under the last general, there are still thousands of soldiers in the prefect's mansion, and the last general is in charge of the camp prostitutes..."

Yang Lin almost fell down, his jaw dropped in shock, and asked, "What do you care?" ”

It was a matter of the dignity of the Song army, and Liu Zhongwu, the deputy envoy of Xuanfu, said something in his ear, and Yang Lin understood.

It turned out that after Wang Hao arrived in Dali, he not only showed off his might, but also raided all the officials of Dali's original Xiangguo Gao Taiming's lineage, and formed a camp prostitute with no less than 200 wives and daughters, who were specially responsible for performing songs and dances for the Song army.

Fang Qifo is good at dying, he is Yang Lin's person, and he was found by Wang Huang for a reason, beaten dozens of boards, and assigned to manage these "camp prostitutes".

Yang Lin said in his heart, Wang Hao's grandson was pressed to death by himself in Bianjing, and even his Zhaodefang was snatched to live by himself.

Glancing at Fang Qifo, after this kid was assigned to this errand, he was a lot fatter, and he couldn't help scolding: "Useless things, Lao Tzu gave you 300,000 yuan, you put up a banner to recruit troops in Dali, most of the thirteen or sixteen tribes of the barbarians are brave people, and how can they not be effective if they are living in hardship." ”

When Fang Qifo heard that there was so much money, he immediately agreed with a smile and complimented: "Shaozai's move is extraordinary." ”

"Get out, you can take the people of Jiangnan to have some rules, the source of soldiers here is like a grassland, all hunters, and you can fight with a little training. You don't have to roll around in the fat powder pile anymore, how can men linger in women's lust when they are ambitious. ”

Fang Qifo received the order and retreated, the army on the southern front did not lack military funds, and allocated enough baggage and food in advance, although Wang Hao was greedy for a lot of ink, but now he was masturbated, and the official family said that he had no family property, and it was estimated that all of them had been collected for public use.

Wang Hao's family is in Bianliang, and he must not have been transported back, and he still has enough military expenditures.

With a long sigh of relief, Yang Lin stood up and said sharply: "Tomorrow I will go to worship Uncle Zhang, and if we fight for the country in our army, there is no one who is wronged!" How can an official be as big as a king? Lao Tzu will not spare him. ”