"What?" Yang Lin slapped the table and scolded: "My husband worked so hard and worked so hard that he actually killed two sons in a row, and the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, which is unbearable!" ”

Cai Jing was also a little unlucky, but Yang Lin was actually not so angry in his heart, he had already heard of the notoriety of "Cai Laohu", and he had never freed up his hands to treat him.

Cai Jing's son, who is well-informed and knowledgeable, is like his beloved apprentice Cai Juan, but there is no shortage of dog killers who are not literate.

Anyone who has been brought up by Cai Jing since he was a child is generally a person with outstanding knowledge and talent. But because of the career left in his hometown and raised, all of them are crooked melons and cracked dates. At the beginning, Cai Jing's unsuccessful grandson almost caused a break between the two people.

"The suspect has been escorted to Beijing and personally interrogated by the Criminal Department, convicted and beheaded." The assassination of the prefect on the street must be a death sentence according to the law, so the criminal department has not yet interrogated, so Song Jiang said with a smile.

Yang Lin rolled his eyes and said: "This matter is related to the husband's appearance, how can you ignore it, outside the criminal department, there is another ... Gongmei, you personally go to the jury to show that we attach importance to your husband. ”

Yang Lin didn't take this assassination case to heart, he wanted to go by himself, but he didn't have time. Looking around the hall, he was the largest Song Jiangguan, so he asked him to interrogate and gave Cai Jing enough face.

Bringing people back to his hometown to supervise them, Yang Lin is still a little unbearable, the actual benefits can't be given, and the face must be taken care of. After all, no matter what Cai Jing says, he is the founder of today's New Deal, and the generation of the Great Song Dynasty can be the same.

Song Jiang took this errand with a smile, anyway, he is not very busy now, although the Great Song Dynasty is at war on the north and south, the strategy and tactics have been set early, and they are all proceeding step by step.

What is busiest now is the mess of the New Deal, checking and filling in the gaps, and gradually improving.

After all, everyone has no experience in the New Deal, and there are many reformers in the Song Dynasty over the years, but a large part of them have been purged, and the rest may not have any real talents.

You can only cross the river by feeling the stones, find a problem, and solve one.

There were also some clever tricks at that time, but they dug a big hole for the back, such as Yang Lin's implementation of silver tickets, which was originally a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people, but it almost collapsed the mint bureau of the imperial court.

Fortunately, there was also the coin trade between the Great Song Dynasty and Japan, and Yang Lin immediately sent people to contact the Japanese State to strengthen cooperation and exchange with each other.

The port of Mizhou is still too small, and once the scale is expanded, it is likely that it will not be enough, and the imperial court will have to allocate funds again to vigorously build other ports and develop the port of Tianjin.

Every step is forced out, and it is also rushed forward, and Yang Lin, the helmsman, really doesn't have much wealth in his time.

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In front of Yongning Village, the Jurchen drums beat loudly, urging countless people to come forward and die.

Rows of long ladders were pushed forward by them, and Xiao Yixue, the general who defended the city, seemed to burst out with his eyes, and shouted loudly for the salvo of bows and crossbows from his soldiers.

These people who braved the death to charge were also Liao, but they couldn't care about it at the moment, and let them push the ladder under the city, and they would have to confront the Jurchen Tartars head-on.

Almost all the Liao people believed that the Jurchen Tartars not far away could not be defeated by themselves.

These Jurchen Tatars, who started as veterans of four or five years of war experience, have experienced the entire process of the miraculous rise of the Jurchens. Along the way, he destroyed the huge Liao Empire.

They are full of confidence, they are strong, and they can top twenty Khitans alone.

When the battle ahead was tight, Xiao Yixue's heart was full of emotions, because he hadn't seen what the main force of the Jurchens was doing so far. A hint of uneasiness, like an ant insect biting his heart.

Suddenly, on the Sangan River, in the midst of smoke and flames. The boats parted the flames and went straight against the current, and they had already rushed to the barrage water city!

Allah wants to force the Sanggan River, so that they do not have to conquer Yongning Village and go directly to fight Hongzhou, or even bypass Hongzhou and go directly to fight Yunzhou.

Xiao Yixue's heart tightened, and he roared and ordered: "Send a signal to warn Hongzhou." ”

The fireworks are in the sky, and the soldiers and horses in Hongzhou City have clairvoyant mirrors at the head of the city, and they have long been aware of it.

Yao Pingzhong and Yelu Dashi led their troops out of the city to meet the enemy. I saw that on the water, countless boats were flying forward.

The rowers are all raw, and the slightest slack is a knife, and then kicked into the water.

Yao Pingzhong waved his hand, and the front row of the Song army's formation cracked, and a bed crossbow had already been twisted, and a handle of crossbow arrows was shining with cold light.

Heavy drums sounded, and with the sound of the drums, the flag was waved and the arrows rained down.

Wan Yan Lou Room's eyes were like spitting fire, staring at the crossbowmen on the opposite bank, they were at such a distance, and they had to hide behind the sword and shield hands, using the cover of the shield to shoot, it was simply the greed for life and fear of death to the extreme.

If Yao Pingzhong knew his thoughts, he would probably laugh at it: What do bird tartars know, how expensive the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty are now, do you know?

The river breeze is blowing, hundreds of years have passed in a hurry, Xiao Xiao River heard the golden drum of the Han family at this moment, the river water is churning, and every time the waves hit the bow of the boat, it seems that there are sad songs.

The women raised their sturdy shields, braved the rain of arrows, and when they finally came within range, they fired their bows and counterattacked.

Countless feathered arrows flew through the air and shot fiercely!

Yao Pingzhong's eyebrows furrowed, his chest rose and fell, these tartars were in the water, and their archery skills were so exquisite.

The current of the Sanggan River is not turbulent, and soon some Jurchen Tartars rushed to the river.

Jumping off the boat and stepping on the water, the Jurchen armor stepped forward step by step, and countless blades of the Song army on the shore flew, stabbing and slashing at them. Blunt blades of various colors slammed down on them. There are even deadly sword and shield hands, smashing with the shield in their hands.

The Jurchen Tartars formed a formation and slowly advanced, their heavy armor arming them like ghosts and gods.

Dozens of giant axes, maces, and hammers fluttered and danced, spears were pierced and broken by clusters, and blunt instruments were smashed and swung away. The unwanted Song army rushed in and unceremoniously slashed down with an axe, and there was suddenly an additional corpse divided into two on the river!

These bird tartars are so brave that they can be at the forefront.

Yao Pingzhong's eyes were cracking, and there were these heavy-armored wild boar skins that could not be cut and pierced, and the small boat behind was transporting more Tartars to the shore.

In the distance, on the Yongning Village, the Liao people shot arrows into the river as much as possible, but when they got here, it was already light and fluttering, and it was difficult to have any effect.

"Damn, I don't believe it, what a monster can't be!" Yao Pingzhong rode forward, and the soldiers around him were as delicate as dragons, and the horses followed.

Yao Pingzhong stretched out the spear in his hand, replaced a big axe under his hand, and came to the river, roaring angrily, the giant axe swept away, and his own soldiers shielded him from the feather arrows.

The Jurchen Tartars, dressed in heavy armor, were chopped on the shoulders and backs by this axe. Suddenly, the knee joints were slashed with a bang, and the whole person knelt down. And the giant axe had already slashed deeply, splitting half of its body.

A burst of cheers erupted on the riverbank, and the little captain's face was blood-red, as powerful as a god.

But the remaining Jurchen Tartars were still in a mess, and one companion died, and no one seemed to see it, and the Song army along the coast had nothing to do with them.

The others turned around and brandished their giant axes at Yao Pingzhong, and several of his own soldiers were immediately chopped to the ground.

Suddenly, a gap appeared in the circle, and the follow-up troops of the Jurchens had already arrived.

A stout Jurchen general, covered in heavy armor, revealing only a pair of eyes. The weapon in his hand is a terrifying sledgehammer, and there is no enemy everywhere he goes.

The sledgehammer wielded, touched and died, and the sound of broken bones was endless.

The Jurchens shouted loudly together, finishing the Yan Lou room, the first Jurchen general.

No matter how many fierce generals there are, none of them can shake the position of the first general of the Jurchen founding, and Wanyan Lou is a real fierce general.

This body of heavy armor and sledgehammer was on his body, but he was like no one else, and he led his life out of the water to kill him.

Yao Pingzhong threw the axe at him, and the sound of breaking through the air roared, and was swept away by Lou Chamber.

"General, take the gun."

Holding the big gun in his hand, Yao Pingzhong concentrated, arrived on horseback, took advantage of the weapon in his hand, only felt that he had added three points of strength, and with a flick of his wrist, the white pole gun of the Western Army in his hand shook out a bowl-sized gun flower!

How many Song army armor horses, and even the Liao Emperor Yelu Dashi and Khitan generals behind them, saw Yao Pingzhong once again raise their guns, and they all broke out into a burst of earth-shattering cheers!

The darling of the two countries, the god of war in the northwest, will shine brightly!

With horsepower, Yao Pingzhong smashed it down with a shot, and Yan Lou raised his hand to block, but he unexpectedly noticed that this shot had no strength. Yao Pingzhong's eyes were happy, and he stabbed in according to the gap on his shoulder.

It was a hammer again, blocking the big gun, Yao Pingzhong's expression froze, this tartar can still be so flexible, is he still a person?

Oooooooo

The Jurchens gained a firm foothold on the river, and gradually formed a formation, escorting the soldiers and horses behind them.

The Song army also suffered heavy casualties, they are the spiritual pillars of the Khitan people, if they lose the bloody battle today, the morale will be completely dispersed, Yelu Dashi in the distance, with a solemn expression, said to the opponent: "It is not appropriate to fight here today, let it in and fight again." ”

If he is put in and fights again, it means that he will fight for this remnant of the mountains and rivers, and there will be a real decisive battle with the Jurchens.

In the land of Xijing Mansion, occupy the city, and put the Jurchen everywhere. Even if he wins, the controllable land of the entire small court of Yunzhou will be full of devastation, and it will be difficult to recover easily.

Yao Pingzhong had a long talk with him and knew his bottom line, but he didn't expect that after the battle of Yan Lou's room today, he played Yelu Dashi's hole card, so that he had to use the last resort.