The brocade-clothed guards were dressed in red and rode their horses to the Caoyun ferry port of the Bianhe River.

Tokyo's water transport is thriving, and the Bianhe, Caihe, Jinshui, Wuzhang and other rivers traverse Kaifeng City, and the Bianhe Water Conservancy Project makes the Bianhe River and the Yiluo River communicate with each other, so that Tokyo is in the "pivot of the world".

Don't look at the scholars of the Northern Song Dynasty who have such a big opinion on straightening the canal, it's not that they don't know the benefits of the canal, it's just that they are reluctant to give up the interests of Kaifeng Mansion.

The canal in Kaifeng Mansion, they built it very diligently, and in just a few years, Kaifeng dug is crisscrossed by waterways, which is extremely convenient.

There were three big boats parked at the ferry, and Yang Lin and the others dismounted and walked towards the middle one. Summer is indeed not a good time to travel, fortunately, you can also take the sea route through Tianjin Wei to reach Youyan.

Otherwise, if you are exposed to the sun on this road in Hebei for half a month, you will have to shed your skin if you don't die.

After stepping on the deck, the guards took three ships, and the ship that Yang Lin boarded was particularly large, and the four-masted giant ship was fully equipped. When I came to the ship, I saw that the curtain of the cabin door was lifted, and a tall maid in aqua blue clothes walked out of the cabin, and stepped forward with a smile to remove the hat that shaded Yang Lin.

Yang Lin grabbed a handful of her plump buttocks and asked with a smile, "What about Yue'er?" ”

"Miss, she's cooking porridge for you in the cabin."

Yang Lin frowned when he heard this: "Why don't you stop it, will you drink it or me if she cooks it?" ”

Miao'er hurriedly waved her hand, as if facing a great enemy: "I don't drink it, it's cooked for the master, which is my turn." As he spoke, he laughed first.

Yang Lin hurriedly entered the cabin, and sure enough, Xu Yuenu was facing a small stove, and the hot incense was dripping with sweat. Yang Lin didn't say a word, and stepped forward to hug her down, which was a long kiss. Miao'er took the opportunity to quietly move the black little soup pot away...

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The Western Regions collect the Qarakhanid Dynasty, the Song people's soldiers have been unstoppable, here after nearly a hundred years of comfort, the upper class has been decayed and degenerate, and the army's combat effectiveness is pitiful.

And what Song Jiang brought was from Tibet, Dangxiang, Kereh, Uighur... Each of them, taken individually, is a notorious warlike nation. In the past, the counterbalance to them was the small number of tribes and the backwardness of weapons, but now it is not a problem.

These ethnic groups are scattered and are still a disaster, except for the whip commander Kereh, the others have choked the Central Plains Dynasty enough, and it is really not something that the Qarakhanid can stand when they are gathered together.

Before the arrival of the civilized Great Song Dynasty, Song Jiang, who was later portrayed as a demon star, really cleaned the land of the Western Regions.

The Qarakhanid Dynasty, which had been divided into various small factions, could not muster an army that could become a united enemy of the Song army, even if it was to delay their conquest a little.

The former Qarakhanid Dynasty had a powerful army dominated by heavy cavalry, including the "Ghulam" guards trained by the central Khanate, and the feudal cavalry composed of local Iqta military landowners. New cities were built in the valleys of the Seven and Ili Rivers, and are now filled with incompetent and corrupt aristocrats whose abilities are limited to the power of women and the oppression of former merchants.

Baishui City is like a pearl in the Western Regions, the river in the city is clear, and the bottom of the river can be seen when the sun shines, as if it is transparent.

The calm river flowed slowly, and suddenly a red stream of water rushed in and slowly occupied the river.

Hundreds of floating corpses flow down the river, and in the middle of the river, there is a palatial palace. Ibrahim, the contemporary Khan of the Eastern Qarakhanid Khanate, hid here, surrounded by a group of loyal guards, his sons and daughters, and his wife.

He was chased by Hua Rong to the point of exhaustion, and after hiding in Whitewater City, he was even more surrounded.

Hua Rong cut off the water source of the palace and waited for this group of people to come out and surrender, who knows that they haven't come out after waiting for seven or eight days.

In a fit of rage, the Song army launched a charge, killing the palace with rivers of blood and rivers and lakes changing color.

Kicking open the gate of the palace, I saw a group of people shrinking in the hall, and several guards drew their swords and rushed over.

Ibrahim roared angrily, these guards retreated one after another, and Hua Rong sneered and said: "My day, your mother, the knife slashed on the top of your donkey's head, do you know that you have surrendered?" How much time has been wasted on us, brothers, and I have to split you. ”

After speaking, he carried the knife forward, and was grabbed by Song Jiang behind him, and stood up with a smile and a groan, and said loudly: "King Qarakhanid, are you willing to surrender to my Great Song now?" ”

Beside Ibrahim, a person who knew Chinese translated loudly for him, and the Qarakhanid guards next to him also heard it clearly, and their hearts were a little moved.

There is a high probability that surrender can avoid death, who wants to die. They all looked at Ibrahim nervously, waiting for his decision, which could be said to be a direct decision that would directly determine the life and death of their people. The Khan King at the end of the road did not have a trace of heroism, but he hesitated, and he was still reluctant to take his throne at this point.

Before Ibrahim could speak, his youngest son, crawling at his feet, with white lips, kept crying: "Water... Drink. ”

Ibrahim sighed, finally lowered his head, and said, "You tell them that I am willing to surrender and let them bring some water for the princes to drink." ”

Although there were no cheers, the Qarakhanid people in the temple were still relieved, at least they didn't have to die.

After a while, several party soldiers came carrying two buckets of water, and the palace was trapped for seven or eight days, and after cutting off the water supply, Ibrahim and the princes were thirsty for a day or two, but many of the servants and warriors were dying of thirst.

When the people saw the bucket coming, their eyes turned green, and they rushed forward to drink. Several Qarakhanid guards armed with whips beat the eunuchs who were grabbing water and the Qarakhanid ladies who served the royal family. The whip was pulled mercilessly, and many people were bloodied, still fighting to move forward.

As soon as a guard's whip was raised, Hua Rong grabbed his wrist, his eyes were round, and he opened his mouth and roared: "Then your brother's dog bag can not be light, and now he is still fucking showing off his power and bullying people, I punch..."

Before the word "fist" fell, Hua Rong had already raised his fist and hit him on the head, with a click in his neck, and he immediately wanted a life. Hua Rong threw the corpse away, and then continued: "I want your life." ”

The guards of Qarakhanid drew their swords one after another, and Song Jiang snorted coldly and said, "Eat hard and not soft, leave that bird Khan king to be a puppet for us, and kill the rest for me." ”