Duan Zhengchun is really a ruthless person.

At the foot of Cangshan Mountain, corpses were everywhere, and on this battlefield, more than a dozen hostile leaders and lords were thrown alive into the fire where the corpses were burned.

The family members of the lord, who were originally pampered, couldn't bear to look at the miserable image directly, and several generals in the Song army were angry.

Song Jiang was dumbfounded, and even a little unbearable...

However, Shaozai has an order, except for military power, he can't touch it, and now everything in Dali is up to Duan Zhengchun.

He turned his head, only to find that Wang Chaoli had closed his eyes and was facing the sky, his brows furrowed like a deep ditch.

After so many years of forbearance, there is no hope for the restoration of the clan foundation, and the future is bleak and unknown, which makes the last Dali Emperor burst out with violence unimaginable to ordinary people.

The Song Jiang dynasty did not stop him, they knew that the more ruthless Duan Zhengchun was, the more conducive it would be for the Great Song Dynasty to directly set up prefectures and counties in the future to manage the newly acquired vast territory.

The Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau is full of toasts, and the mountains and mountains are not suitable for large corps to fight, and even the Japanese of later generations have suffered enough in Yunnan-Guizhou.

Duan Zhengchun walked over excitedly and said with a cruel smile: "I also know a tribe, under the peak of the Buddha, is also one of the thirty-seven villages of Wuman, loyal to Gao Taiming, we will go to the peak of the Buddha tonight!" ”

Song Jiang nodded, and said loudly: "Bury the pot to cook, eat enough to fight tonight's night, his mother should kill it quickly, so as not to make it difficult for the official to sleep at night, it is better to go back to Bianliang." ”

Wang Chaoli, who was looking up with a bitter face and deep hatred, didn't know if he heard the word rice, and suddenly bent over and vomited violently.

Duan Zhengchun looked at it coldly, with a little happiness in his heart, these people made it clear that they wanted to use themselves to exterminate the unruly lords and tribes in Dali.

He already knew the purpose of the Great Song Dynasty's troops, and since he couldn't change it, it was better to take the opportunity to use the Great Song Dynasty's army to ruthlessly vent the evil spirit in his chest.

On Cangshan, in the camp of the barbarian soldiers, Gao Taiming looked haggard.

The elders and children of his own family, except for the two sons who escaped, the rest have been killed by Duan Zhengchun.

The Wang clan of the Bai clan in Dali, the Gao family in the southwest is almost extinct, and what's worse is that the next days will be even more difficult.

The Song army poured into Dali from afar, and the strength of the two countries was not of the same grade, and what was even worse was that the commander of the enemy army was now the emperor of Dali.

Not only is the strength crushing, but it is also justified, and in a few days, there will be not enough food on Cangshan Mountain.

It rained suddenly in Shiyunling yesterday, and the increasingly fierce offensive of the Song army these days has slowed down, and Gao Taiming breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could rejoice, news came that several tribes loyal to him had been purged from the mountain.

The blood flowed to Erhai Lake, staining large swaths of the lake red, and the smoke and dust from the burning of corpses often fell black particles.

The people in the army were panicked, they died in the coalition army of the 37 tribes, and no one trusted anyone.

Now everyone knows that the only chance to survive may be to surrender with Gao Mingtai as a bargaining chip.

Not only did he have to guard against the Song army under the mountain, but he also had to be careful with his own people, and it was difficult not to exhaust himself.

In the middle of the night, Gao Taiming suddenly called his retainer Wei Huating and handed her a black bag.

"Lord, what is this?"

Gao Taiming sighed and said: "Now the situation is stronger than people, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the annexation of Dali by the Great Song Dynasty is irreversible. In that case, why should we use the mantis arm as a car here, it is better to surrender early. If the Great Song Junchen is not stupid, he knows that relying on our Gao family, he will definitely control Dali better than the Duan family. ”

The joy on Wei Huating's face was fleeting, and he cleverly hid it, if Gao Mingtai decided to surrender, their lives might be saved.

After Song Jiang received this secret letter of surrender, he stopped his attack on Cangshan and instead let Duan Zhengchun slaughter the surrounding Tusi.

In addition, he quickly whipped up and sent this secret volume to Bianliang, he still couldn't make up his mind about this kind of big thing.

Duan Zhengchun and Gao Taiming, who will be the spokesperson of the Great Song Dynasty to recover Dali, needs to be discussed by the monarch and ministers.

In Gen Yue, Zhao Ji was quite interested, and he pulled Liang Shicheng and didn't know what he was talking about.

After a while, Yang Lin came with an edict, bowed to the emperor, then looked at Liang Shicheng, and also smiled and saluted.

"Yang Aiqing, you came just in time, there was news from Dali that Gao Mingtai wanted to surrender. Now the war in the southwest can also be quickly subsided. ”

Yang Lin had already received the news, in fact, it may have been earlier than Zhao Ji, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

Hugging his fist towards the emperor, Yang Lin smiled and said: "Gao Taiming wants to surrender, but he must not agree, otherwise there will be constant turmoil in the southwest in the future." ”

Zhao Ji and Liang Shicheng looked at him together and asked, "How can you see it?" ”

"It is true that the Gao clan's control over Dali is better than that of the Duan clan, but in this way, they can quickly recruit all the Tusi in Dali, and what reason do we have to clear these local snakes in the southwest.

Your Majesty, the ethnic groups in the southwest, live in settlements and serve the Tusi, in the eyes of the local people, but I know that there are Tusi, lords, and heads, but I don't know that there is the court, the Great Song Dynasty and Your Majesty.

Let me ask, what is the use of such a territory? The southwest is rugged and there are many mountains, and if we don't take this opportunity to solve the problem once and for all, I don't know how much effort it will take in the future. ”

Zhao Ji was a little moved when he heard it, but according to Yang Lin's words, he didn't know how many more people would die, and Zhao Ji's heart was a little unbearable.

A palace maid came in with a tea tray, Yang Lin intercepted and took the tea tray from her hand, walked to the imperial case and poured it for Zhao Ji personally, and then said:

"Your Majesty, just imagine, if there is a constant war in the southwest, there are often rebellions, at least 100,000 soldiers and horses, 200,000 people will be mobilized each time, and countless money and food will be consumed, and the key is that there will no longer be a few dead and wounded people.

If you can build Dali into a state and county like Sichuan and Shu and Jiangnan once and for all, and abolish the local officials, although there will be a few more deaths at the moment, but in the long run, it is a real benevolent government! ”

Liang Shicheng laughed: "Is there still a benevolent government in the world that kills and injures hundreds of thousands of lives? ”

"Yes, if it were not for that, the natives of these places would be slaves of those families for generations. The land in the southwest is about 20% of the entire territory of the Great Song Dynasty, and the people of these places are born as slaves of the local officials, and they are allowed to drive and enslave, without any human dignity at all. ”

Zhao Ji pondered for a moment, nodded, and said: "The matter of the southwest, I have already handed it over to Yang Aiqing to deal with, and Aiqing will decide as appropriate." ”

Zhao Ji pushed four, five or six, in Yang Lin's expectation, Liang Shicheng had no interest in the southwest, there was no benefit in winning, and he would be implicated if he lost, his eyes were now firmly fixed on the land of Youyan.

The sixteen states of Yanyun are the pain in the heart of the Great Song Dynasty.