In the city near the river, dozens of Jurchen Tartars were tied with their hands behind their backs and knelt on both sides of the road in the city. Behind them stood the executioners one by one, and many Han people who surrendered to the Jurchens, their faces pale and trembling, also watching the executions, and then it was their turn.

Heads rolled down, blood gushed out, ravaging the Jin soldiers in the Central Plains and Hebei, and the end was coming. In fact, even if Yang Lin didn't come, these northwest soldiers under Song Jiang could drive them out.

It's just that Song Jiang is just a military general after all, and Bianliang can make him fall short if he casually sends an edict. It's like Youyan's good situation, and they sent a Cai You to stir up the yellow.

As long as there is a general who can defend Hebei, and there is no mess of Yan Xiyin now, this newly rising Jurchen has long been beaten back to its original form under the attack of Yao Pingzhong, Yelu Dashi and Youyan's Song soldiers.

Inside and outside the dilapidated government office, people came in and out from time to time. There were not only messengers who went to give orders, but also messengers who hurried back and forth to report the latest military information.

The soldiers and horses in the northwest are nominally not under the command of Yang Lin, but when Yang Lin came to the army, he sat on the top as soon as he sat on the top, and Song Jiang and others were on both sides, looking like they had the backbone.

Yang Lin cheered up and said with a smile: "Don't lose your wildness, this time you beat Linhe City, the Jurchen guard general Hu She fought with us in Yizhou, this thief bird is extremely brave, and you were cut under the horse, which is a great achievement, and you have your own reward." Lu Qian, give my sword to General Beshiye Li, and I promise you to be the leader of Hengshan Qiang. ”

Don't lose the joy of centrifugation, knelt down on one knee and said: "Our party Xiang Qiqiang is always willing to fight for Shaozai." ”

In the past, in order to divide and suppress the Qiang people, Yang Lin quickly gathered the remnants of the Western Xia forces, and the leaders selected were the two weakest of the Seven Qiangs. Now if you want them to serve, you will vigorously promote this powerful tribe, turn your hands into clouds and turn your hands into rain, so that these arrogant barbarians in the northwest can be tamed. These people will not be grateful for kindness, but will only fear the strong.

The largest number of people under Song Jiang's command is the Dangxiang people, followed by the Tubo people, but the tribal consciousness of the Tubo people is very weak, and the big tribes with deep roots have been defeated, and the small tribes are annexed every three or five times. Especially after even the Living Buddha rebelled, many tribes existed in name only, and became more and more inclined to the state and county system.

As for the soldiers and horses of the Kereb Division, they are more like a group of mercenaries, and they are very capable of fighting, but they are all here to work. The Hexi Uighurs also had a large number, but their combat effectiveness was not on the same level as that of the Dangxiang, Tibetan, and Kereh.

Linhe outside the city is the Yellow River, after crossing the Yellow River is the boundary of Kaifeng Prefecture, Yang Lin employs people, just as soon as they meet, they will take the key point, and first envelop the party soldiers in their hands.

"Gongming, where is Wanyan Xiyin now?"

"Stationed in the area of the Spirit River."

Yang Lin frowned, and scolded: "Wanyan Xiyin is only 50,000 horses, he is in the Linghe River, you don't want to fight, why do you come here to kill such small fish and shrimp?" ”

Song Jiang sighed and said: "The DPRK sent envoys to the Jin Soldier Camp to negotiate peace with the Jurchens. Xia Guan also heard that Hu She was poisoning the people near the river and abusing and killing the common people, so he risked being impeached and punished, and came here to hang him to death. Zhang An of the Nazhi River Division, with the river workers, flooded a Jurchen camp, and is still locked up in Bianliang Prison. ”

After speaking, he took out an edict from his sleeve, Yang Lin grabbed it and didn't look at it, threw it on the ground and spit it. The monarchs and ministers of the Great Song Dynasty just like to engage in this set, and it hasn't changed at all after so long.

"Talk about! Hit the door, and talk about peace! In that year, when the Khitan went south, outside the city of Shanzhou, our soldiers stuck to the town behind the Liao army, and shot the Liao general Xiao Tzulan with an eight-ox crossbow under the city of Shanzhou. In the Khitan army, there is also Wang Jizhong, an old general who surrendered to Liao, and my Great Song Dynasty court secretly communicated, ready to give the Khitan a fatal blow. At such a once-in-a-lifetime time, the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty hugged the emperor to have a peace talk, and they didn't say anything for no reason, and gave 200,000 yuan every year.

Now that it has been a hundred years, the Khitan has been sunset, but I didn't expect that the monarchs and ministers of this palace have not grown at all. ”

After saying this, the hall was silent, the young master was too violent, even if he scolded the minister, how could even the emperor piggyback on it. Everyone pretended not to hear it, and was ready to hide it from Shaozai, otherwise it would be heard by someone with a heart, but it would be a big crime. At that time, everyone present is suspected of leaking, isn't this worrying to death?

Yang Lin didn't have this consciousness at all, and continued: "The king is mediocre and the courtiers are incompetent, who can save the Great Song Dynasty at this time?" ”

At this time, a big black man suddenly came out and said in a loud voice: "Who else can there be besides Shaozai?" Hua Rong said as she pounded her fist on her shoulder, the armor that hit her thumping.

Yang Lin glanced at Hua Rong approvingly, sometimes there have to be so many reckless people, and Lu Wang, who had arranged by himself, has not come out yet, so there is a rush to answer. Of course, it is better for him to shout like this, Yang Lin put his hands behind his back, raised his head and sighed slightly.

"If the destiny of heaven is really mine, I am willing to be Huo Guang and Yin Yi. You and others are my brothers in life and death, there is nothing to hide, this time from Youyan to thousands of miles, just to sweep away the traitors in the Qing Dynasty. ”

After a moment of silence, there was a commotion, and Song Jiang also looked at Yang Lin dumbfounded. I knew that Shaozai was not an ordinary person, but I didn't expect his mother to be so unusual, this is to... What he couldn't think of was said lightly by him, and he was about to start doing it.

Everyone in the hall boiled directly, this carelessness, it may be from the dragon's work? Is the power in his hands or Huo Guang? Whoever believes is a fool.

Even if he is anxious not to rebel against the Great Song Dynasty, after this suspicion is planted, Yang Shaozai still dares to continue to be a Song minister, no matter how beautiful he is when he is alive, isn't he afraid that his descendants will be turned over old accounts?

Song Jiang reacted the fastest, and hurriedly led a group of generals to show his loyalty, and a pair of eyes turned back and forth, for fear that any brother would not open his eyes and come up with an inappropriate word, and he would be sacrificed to the flag by Shaozai.

This is not said to be slow, but since the words are spoken, they must be done immediately. Song Jiang didn't understand this truth, so he hurriedly stepped forward, tugged at Yang Lin's sleeve and said: "Shaozai, it doesn't matter if the small city near the river is important, the Jurchen Tartars have all been killed, according to the lower officials, it is better to set off quickly." I went late, and the news leaked out, which is very bad. ”

Yang Lin nodded, and walked out of the Linhe Office with a group of excited Northwest cronies.

The drums and horns sounded in unison, causing the horses to gallop back and forth, and soon the city gate was wide open, and countless soldiers and horses rolled up smoke and dust to cover the sky and the sun.

People are like dragons, horses are like tigers, more than 100,000 men who cut liver and gall, bite nails and chew iron, want to go to Bianliang City, Kyoto, the Great Song Dynasty in Kaifeng Mansion.

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