The fireworks in Bianliang City are gorgeous, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is still brightly lit, and the singing and dancing are leveling.

Changing an emperor is a watershed in the ministers' respective futures, and the impact on the people of Bianliang is actually not great.

Under the instruction of Yang Lin, the Sleeve Building held the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival in Bianliang at a large price, embellishing the Taiping whitewash prosperous era and making people feel at ease. The entire Great Song Dynasty has changed to a power center, but there is no strong voice in the local area, which is also the evil result of the strong and weak branches of the Great Song Dynasty in the past 100 years.

It's not that there are no loyal courtiers in the locality, but the little power in their hands is not enough to pose any threat to the coup d'état of Yang Lin and others.

Looking at the Great Song Dynasty, the one who could fight with the Northwest Army under Yang Lin was the Western Army of that year. However, this strongest field army group in the Great Song Dynasty has long been rectified by Yang Lin from top to bottom.

The brothers of the family are now in Bianliang, and while they are closed, they can only spread their hands and cry out in vain. The Zhe family was moved to Mizhou, Shandong, where there was no foundation, where it was one of Yang Lin's old nests, from the hundred officials to Li Shu, all of whom relied on Mizhou Port under Yang Lin's control for food.

Although the Yang family is also one of the four masters of the Western Army, in fact, their strength is not qualified at all, and they have always been attached to the Zhi family.

The last one who has a little control over the Western Army is the Yao family supported by Yang Lin, Yao Gu and his adopted son Yao Pingzhong, who actually command the current Western Army.

Yang Lin, who was in the Quartet layout, originally intended to fight against the Jurchens who were about to rise, but he didn't expect that by mistake, he would give the Great Song Center of Bianliang a nest in one fell swoop.

After Zhao Ji ascended the throne, the power of the Great Song Dynasty was strengthened to a level unprecedented since the founding of the country. In this way, Yang Lin is equivalent to grasping Zhao Ji's previous rights, even when Cai Jing and Liang Shicheng had the most power, they were not as good as Yang Lin's current power.

Yang Lin chatted with Gao Shanshan and the others, waved his hand and beckoned Rong Niang, who was standing behind him, and said, "Take another pot of wine, and take the good wine I hid from the cabinet in my study." ”

Liu Rongniang pouted, a little reluctant, and said, "Da Lang, it's still waiting inside." ”

Yang Lin: "Huh? At this time, the daughter in her arms was unwilling, grabbing Yang Lin's collar, her big eyes were shining with tears, Yang Lin's face melted away at once, and said with a smile: "I went back to the inner courtyard in advance, Zichong, Shutong, you entertain the guests." ”

Everyone hurriedly got up and sent Yang Lin out of the courtyard, and after he left, the group of people was even more unrestrained and relaxed.

Yang Lin hugged his daughter and returned to the courtyard of the back house surrounded by Yingying Yanyan, only to see that everyone was waiting for him to come back.

Different from Zhao Ji's desertion in the "heavenly" pile of jade buildings, Zhaode Fang is happy, Yang Lin never divides the table at home, and every time it is a group of people around a big table.

A large tabletop, with an antique soup hot in the middle, rich in water and land, and a few urns of good wine exuding a faint aroma.

The earth dragon in the flower hall, the smoker outside is burning vigorously at this time, the women are thinly dressed, Yang Lin also took off the brocade robe on the cover, and sat in the middle of the crowd with a smile.

Fang Miaolian gave birth to the eldest daughter in his arms, but the younger daughter was still babbling, and she had already fallen asleep at this time. His son Yang Tianle is polite and polite, without the ruthlessness of his father and grandfather, Yang Lin is a little worried every time he sees him. I won't talk about your father, your grandfather is the head of the biggest evil force in Lianghuai, your mother's nickname is Zhu Yeqing, and your godfather is the king of Ming, which turned the six states in the south of the Yangtze River upside down. Which one is not a ruthless character, how did you become a real upright gentleman here...

This mess under his own hands, will he rely on this kid to inherit it in the future?

Fortunately, he is still young, and it is the right way to follow his grandfather out to experience and experience.

Otherwise, in the backyard of Zhaode Fang, what kind of heroes could be trained by a group of women.

Thinking of this, Yang Lin couldn't help but chuckle, he was so young, it didn't seem that it was time to think about this. However, with this doubt, it means that his power has developed to the point where he needs an heir.

If Yang Lin has no heirs at the moment, the most anxious people are probably those arrogant soldiers who follow him, only Yang Lin's son can continue to gather them, otherwise, if Yang Lin has an accident, the good days of these people will come to an end.

This is why the birth of children by emperors in previous dynasties is the top priority of the country, and a power is so great that it needs a stable and legitimate heir.

Fang Miao hugged her son, seeing Yang Lin staring at him in a daze, her brows furrowed slightly, and she understood the truth in a blink of an eye.

A wave of anger rose from the bottom of my heart, Le'er is your eldest son, and when I was a child, I was chased by you and fled for my life, what are you going to do? Zhu Yeqing was angry and held the child in his arms, so that Yang Lin could not continue to stare at it.

Yang Lin stood up with his daughter in his arms, walked up to Fang Miaolian, and said, "Le'er." You come with me. Fang Miaolian snorted coldly and turned her head.

Yang Tianle broke free from his mother's arms with a smile and said, "Dad, what's the matter?" ”

"I ask you, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

Yang Tianle blurted out: "Protect my sister and mother." ”

Yang Lin pursed his lips with a look of disgust, and asked, "What else?" ”

"And? and Aunt Ning'er. ”

With a snap, Yang Lin wanted to slap him in the face, but when he lifted it and fell, he lost half of his strength, Rao was like this, and a pair of hands reached over and blocked it.

Feeling Yang Lin's soft strength, Fang Miao's heart warmed with apricot eyes, no matter what, Le'er's father really loved him.

Yang Lin scolded angrily: "Your mother and Aunt Ning'er are both my women, can't I protect my own women, do I need you to worry about it?" You're a seven-foot... A man who hasn't been a man for the time being, doesn't he have any ambitions? ”

Yang Tianle smiled shyly, scratched his head and said: "Dad, I still can't hide it from you, in fact, I have always wanted to go to a distant place, it is said that there is a Buddha country in the south of us, and I must go to see it when I grow up!" ”

Yang Lin's eyes were dark, and he was not far from being angry with him, he was the second-in-command of Taoism, and now he seemed to be the first-in-command, and his eldest son was going to go to the Laoshizi Buddha Country to have a look.

He looked at Fang Miaolian and said angrily: "In the future, I will read less idle books to this little beast." ”

Fang Miao glanced at him and said, "Le'er is your species, he is a little beast, then you are..."

Yang Lin was so annoyed by this girl that he lost his temper at all, and walked aside to concentrate on teasing his daughter, and his face was a little better-looking.

Suddenly, he raised his head and beckoned Yang Tianai to call him over.

Yang Tianai poured him a cup of tea, hugged his sister considerately, and smiled sweetly: "Godfather." ”

"Ai'er, do you have any news of your grandfather?"

Yang Tianai stuck out his tongue and said, "His old man must have gone to sea in late autumn, what is his godfather looking for grandpa?" ”

Yang Lin sighed and said, "Forget it, you take Tianle to the camp of the new army tomorrow, and let him eat and sleep with Tianren and them in the future." ”

"Brother Le still has to follow Mr. to read and write."

Yang Lin sighed: "There is also a place for literacy in the new army, so go to the army first to experience it, otherwise in the inner courtyard of Zhaodefang, sooner or later a loser will be taught." ”

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In the new military camp in Bianliang, it is also a feast.

The people here are carefully selected, each of them is strong, and those who are not selected in the forbidden army act as the leader of the gang and the miscellaneous soldiers, and are responsible for taking care of the lives and horses of these elite soldiers.

Although he didn't have that generous salary, his salary was not low, which was better than being a slave in the name of the general of the forbidden army family before.

In front of a tent in the camp, four teenagers sit on the ground around a campfire. These four teenagers are not very old, but the fortitude on their faces is not as good as what they can have at this age.

In the past few years, they have followed Yang Lin, and their performance is really a little amazing, and with a group of children of the Banzai Battalion, they have also made many achievements. Fight in the north and south, find out intelligence, assassinate enemy generals...

Yang Tianren stretched out his hand to bake the fire and said with a smile: "It looks like winter is coming, it is said that after this winter, we will pull to the Youyan area, this time Tianning and I will rise, God will give you two to stay." ”

Yang Tianci was puzzled: "Why is this, the four of us have always been inseparable. ”

Youyan, especially the area around the Great Wall, as the border of the Song and Jin dynasties, is extremely complicated.

Not only the Jurchens, but also the places in Liaodong are strong, the forces are staggered, and the terrain is steep, and it is very dangerous to spy in such a place.

Yang Tianci's body has always been a little weak, Yang Tianren didn't want him to go, in order not to let this younger brother feel frustrated, he deliberately left Yang Tianan to accompany him.

The two of them inevitably had some resistance, but the eldest brother grew up with a few of them, and his words have always been very heavy, so the two of them had to agree.

Yang Tianning didn't care, he clapped his hands and said, "When we come back, there may be no more fights in this world." ”

Standing up and looking at the starry sky and the full moon like a millstone, Yang Tianning muttered, "That's really a little boring." ”

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Khitan, Zhongjing Prefecture.

Looking down the mountain from the north wind village, the Modouling city fortress, which was strict and solid in the past, has been burned to a white ground.

The rammed earth is the base, and the stone wall is still intact, but the wall is full of smoky and scorched black marks. The enemy tower, which used to be closed at the towering South Gate, has collapsed into unrecognizable ruins.

The various buildings on Modou Ridge were originally stuffed with all kinds of buildings, or garrisoned troops, or stored grain and grass and military supplies. After a fire, it all came to naught. There were broken bricks and tiles, scorched beams and trees, and the light snow of the past few days had covered the charred ruins with a thin layer, and the whole scene seemed as if the fortress had been abandoned for several years.

Yelu's stone heart was like a knife, he never thought that after the Jurchens came back, he would beat the Khitan Erlang under his command back to his original form in the first battle.

A few days ago, there were tens of thousands of soldiers, flags flying, golden drums smelling each other, and Modouling, which was waiting for the day, was like a dream at this moment.

Liuhe City under Modou Ridge is relatively intact and has not undergone drastic damage. Only the bloodstains on the walls of the fort still record the desperate resistance of the remaining defenders.

Most of the Jurchen military horses were stationed in various small forts in Modouling to avoid the cold wind in the wilderness, so as to monitor their remaining defenders in this North Wind Village. On the contrary, the city of Liuhe was empty, only the city gate was open, and occasionally Jurchen knights entered and exited. Outside the city, the Jurchen military horse activity was obvious, and a large number of Jurchen light horsemen were sent out every day, either to capture raw mouths, or to loot grain and grass.

They have never regarded the Khitans in the occupied areas as human beings, and although Yang Pu has tried his best to formulate some policies to help them win over the hearts of the people, the cruelty and tyranny engraved in the bones of the original Jurchens will not be limited by the mere legal code.

Under their butcher's knives, the Khitan people, who originally lived together of various ethnic groups, were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, killing at will.

A few days ago, Yao Pingzhong led his troops to retreat south, and not long after they left, Allah's troops who had withdrawn from Youyan were killed.

The leader of the troops was Wanyan Zonghan, who was holding his stomach, and the battle he provoked to fight Yan to the south was defeated twice, interrupting the invincible momentum of the Jurchens.

folded in the hands of the Song army twice, and died Wanyan Wu Qimai, Wanyan Xiyin and Yin Keshu, all of whom were invincible generals during the Jurchen invasion of Liao.

Zong Han was also excluded from the decision-making circle of the Jin State, and Wanyan Agu beat him to lead his troops to quell the chaos, and Zong Han directly ordered that all the cities restored by the Khitan would be burned for three days after being breached, and there were no taboos.

Jin Liao clashed again, and Yelu Dashi, who was quite confident, was slapped hard.

Liuhe City, an important town in Zhongjing Prefecture, was lost in less than two days, and countless fortifications on Modouling were broken by the Jurchens one by one.

They stacked the corpses of the Khitan generals together, chopped them to vent their anger, and urinated on the corpses, all under the noses of the Khitan people in Beifeng Village. The hatred of the Khitan people is monstrous, but it is inevitable that there will be some fear, which is the purpose of the Jurchens.

Yelu Dashi is exhausted, he has stood out from the crowd since he was a child, every step is very solid, and his talent is so outstanding.

Countless Khitan clans once pointed to him and laughed and said that the Yelu family had this son, which was enough to comfort the ancestors.

Yelu Dashi was also very confident in his own ability, but after these few days of fighting, he sadly found that the Jurchens in front of him were not something he could defeat at all.

These people charged, fearless of death, like a torrent, rushing the Khitan people to pieces, chopping melons and chopping vegetables to harvest the lives of Khitan soldiers.

Once 700,000 Khitan people lost to the 20,000 Jurchen soldiers who were beaten by Wanyan Agu in Liaodong, and the world said that the Jurchens were invincible.

Yelu Dashi was also convinced, after all, 20,000 won 700,000, it was too ridiculous to say.

But later, the Jurchens broke their halberds twice in Youyan and returned in vain, and Yelu Dashi had other thoughts in his heart.

He knew the combat effectiveness of the Song people, how could a group of people who couldn't even defeat the soldiers and horses of the Great Song Dynasty be invincible.

Now that reality has given him a hard slap, the gap in strength is so obvious, how did the Song people block these ferocious Tartars?

Yelu Dashi lowered his head, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and finally let go of the contempt for Song Jun in his heart.

"Send someone south tomorrow and beg the Song court to send a general who can fight... Teach us how to deal with the enemy Jurchen. ”

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