The dark clouds reflect the moon, and the fire soars into the sky.

Under the city of Hangzhou, another wave of Mingjiao believers began to approach frantically, trying to rescue Fang La, who was surrounded in the city.

These people often rely on the superstition of foolishness and loyalty to rise up the courage to come, and as a result... It's all about death.

After a fight, the Song army began to clean up the battlefield again, these anti-thieves because they swept the two Zhejiang Road, three states and forty counties, the money bags on their bodies were bulging, and the young ruler ordered that all the captured should be owned by themselves, and now the Song army's combat enthusiasm is unprecedentedly high, and there are anti-thieves to attack the city every day.

Yang Lin was on the wall, shaking a fan to drive away mosquitoes and flies, and said: "But I know that the so-called 'King Ming', regardless of his own life, is not afraid of death, has lost his human nature, and has become a puppet of Mingjiao, these people must be eliminated, otherwise it will be a group of disasters in the future." ”

Song Jiang said in a low voice: "Shaozai, the high-handled boy has been interested in getting closer to us. Shaozai is also good to him, but this Yanai is the son of Gao Taiwei after all..."

Yang Lin smiled and said in a low voice, "What about Captain Gao?" He has only been Su Shi's scholar for a few days, and he really thinks he is a member of the Su family, what can he not fight for. Liang Shicheng is deeply rooted in the DPRK, we have to fight with him, it is not enough to just develop our own wings, we also have to dismantle his platform. ”

Song Jiang shook his head, he didn't think that Gao Yu would turn against the water, and now that the young chief of his family was about the same as Gao Taiwei, he was already thinking about subduing others, and he was too optimistic.

Yang Lin pulled out a wine bag, took a sip and handed it to Song Jiang, sat on the wall with his hands on his pillow, looked at the full moon in the sky, and said with a smile: "Today's moon is so round." ”

Song Jiang paused his stomach, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "Shaozai, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival today!" ”

"Mid-Autumn Festival..."Yang Lin showed a trace of confusion in his eyes, and asked: "Gongming, on the full moon night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, do you have anyone you miss?" ”

"How not! I have a group of brothers in Shandong, and in the past, I could often meet together in Mizhou. Now there is only one Hua Rong around, which makes people feel a little sad when they think about it. Outside Bianliang City a few times ago, there was a bloody battle with Fang La's people, and dozens of brothers were broken, and they were infinitely desolate..."After speaking, he paused again, poured a stomach of wine, and asked drunkly: "What about Shaozai?" ”

"Me? I miss my father a little, as well as my few righteous sons and concubines... When do you say that we will be able to settle down and reunite with our loved ones, instead of fighting on the battlefield full of blood and stench. ”

Song Jiang laughed: "Shaozai, this is not simple, when Fang La is destroyed, the world will be peaceful!" ”

"The world is peaceful? Earlier, there were Khitan people in the land of Youyan, there were Dangxiang people west of Hengshan, and there were a group of ruthless and cold-blooded Jurchens in the white mountains and black waters of that extremely cold land... They all looked at the flowers and mountains of the Central Plains, and coveted the land, daughters and wealth of the Han family. Yang Lin looked up at the bright moon and said lightly: "Sooner or later, one day, I will conquer them all, and I don't know how many battles I will have to experience that are ten thousand times more cruel than now." ”

Now that the Western Army has only come 3,000, the anti-thieves who killed Fang La are like chopping melons and vegetables, and these people are in the Baigou River more than ten years later, and they have seen Yang Keshi, the most capable of fighting in the Western Army, defeat Yelu Dashi.

And Yelu Dashi's Liao army, when facing the Jurchens, had no ability to resist. Tens of thousands of Jurchens, who destroyed the behemoth of the Khitan, met with almost no decent resistance.

It's really hard to imagine how strong the Jurchen barbarians were in their heyday, and Yang Lin's face gradually became gloomy.

Song Jiang's blood was surging, and with the intention of wine, he looked up at the sky and the moon with his hands behind his back, and said impromptuly: "The heart is in Shandong, and the body is in Wu, and the river and the sea are screaming." He looked at Ling Yunzhi and laughed at the champion Hou Bu's husband! ”

"Haha, your ambitions are not small, and you don't even have a husband for the champion." Yang Lin got up and patted his buttocks, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a lot because of Song Jiang's poem. It is true that the Jurchen warrior is a powerful existence in this era of cold weapons, but as long as he deals with the mess inside the Great Song Dynasty, no matter how strong he is, he will give it for nothing.

At that time, the Xiongnu were not strong, the Turks were ruthless, they were not driven out of the steppe, and they did not even have the qualifications to be our neighbors.

The Han people do not mess with themselves, and no one can mess with the Han. Now Wanyan Aguta is still a Jurchen Wanyan chieftain, and he is busy catching Hai Dongqing for the Khitan nobles all day long, and there is still time.

The soldiers below were lining up to return to the camp, and the head of Hangzhou was waiting for the battle, coldly watching as all these anti-thieves who came to rescue them were killed, and there was no trace of opening the city to respond.

Outside the big tent of the main general, a burly figure stood in place, constantly looking around.

After Yang Lin saw it clearly, he smiled and said, "Splash Han Wu, you are sneaking in front of this official account, what do you want?" ”

When Han Wuyi heard this, he turned his head and said with a smile: "Shaozai will make fun of me Han Wu, although I am a muddy person, I don't dare to think about Shaozai." ”

"And what are you going to do?"

Yang Lin entered the account as he spoke, and Han Wu followed in, and said with a smile: "Shaozai, I have an idea and want to come and tell you." ”

"Oh? What an idea, let's hear it. ”

When Han Wu talked about business, he was a lot more serious, pointing to the sand table and said: "Shaozai, we trapped Fang La in Hangzhou, although we can make this old boy have nowhere to escape, but the city of Hangzhou is thick and thick, and a rash attack is bound to cause a lot of damage." According to me, it is better to let go of a gap, this group of thieves calls for outsiders to come to the rescue every day, and it is clear that they want to get out of trouble. He wanted to come out, and we wanted to go in, didn't it hit it off. Let's release him, let's not talk about Hangzhou for nothing, he won't be able to plug in his wings, don't catch him sooner or later. ”

Yang Lin thought about it, and suddenly realized that the original Fang Lake had abandoned Hangzhou and fled to Qingxi County and was arrested.

Yang Lin patted his head and said, "Why didn't this soldier saint think of it!" It's really a wise man's thousand worries must be missed, Han Wu What you think coincides with this official, tomorrow we let go of the West Gate, if Fang La escapes, he will go to Qingxi County, Muzhou, Lao Chao, and when the time comes, I will play the Son of Heaven and give you a credit. ”

Han Wu's face was overjoyed, he didn't know how many military exploits he had made in the Western Army, but unfortunately the credit was divided away, and in the end he was still an ordinary soldier who kept complaining.

Yang Lin patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Po Han Wu, the official has inquired about your resume, you kid has made outstanding achievements, but it's a pity that you have no one above, right?" ”

Han Wu nodded helplessly.

Yang Lin laughed: "You are no one above, I am one of the few people above... You know what I mean? ”

The future King of Qi, Han Shizhong, the thorny soldier at this time, has been depressed in the intertwined Western Army for so many years, and finally has a feeling of being able to see the moon when the clouds are open, and Lao Tzu Han Wu will also have a backstage in the future?

Or is it such a big backstage?

"Han Wu dares not to be bothered to repay the grace of Shaozai!"