Khitan Xijing Road, Yongbyon State, Yellow River Ferry.

Horse-drawn carriages came from the bridge, and they kept waiting, so that Yelu Dashi's team waited for a full three quarters of an hour.

Yelu Dashi's patience ran out little by little, and he stepped forward and pointed at a Khitan man who commanded the horse team with his horsewhip, and asked, "Which state are you from and what are you doing?" ”

Although this person recognized that the team in front of him was the honor guard of Khitan Linya, he was still a little arrogant, and said with a smile: "This official, we are Xiao Xiangguo's people, and it is inconvenient to reveal it to you if there are more." ”

A small subordinate of the Xiangfu actually spoke to Khitan Lin Ya like this, which is equivalent to the capital of Cai Jing's mansion, and it is the same as Yang Lin being so arrogant, and it is difficult to bear it on anyone.

However, in the Khitan, Xiao Fengxian's power is far greater than Cai Jing's, and Yelu Dashi has not yet been compared with Yang Lin.

He held back his anger, but his subordinates couldn't listen anymore, and a Khitan warrior grabbed the spear in his hand, threw it out with a roar, and stuck it in the wood next to the arrogant man.

This person was so frightened that his soul was not possessed, and he immediately flowed feces and urine, he was a slave of the Xi clan, so what courage did he have.

The Khitan warriors laughed, and at this time, a human head emerged from the convoy, glanced at it, and quickly closed the curtain.

Yelu Dashi happened to catch a glimpse of it, and said angrily: "Why are there Song people in the car!" ”

Several warriors stepped forward and lifted the curtain, and sure enough, there were three men dressed as Song people.

When these men saw Yelu Dashi's men, they were not afraid, and squinted at them.

Jerod rode forward and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Stop!" A middle-aged scribe came out of the convoy, although he was a Khitan, he was also a little elegant and Confucian.

Yelu Dashi snorted coldly and said, "It turned out to be Xiao Dalang... It seems that this is really Sangkook's convoy. ”

"That's nature." Xiao Yu is Xiao Fengxian's distant nephew, and he is also his confidant, and everyone in the Khitan Dynasty knows it.

Yelu Dashi's face became more and more solemn, he was about to negotiate with the Song people and the Mongolian tribes, why did the Song people appear in the prime minister's convoy...

"I don't know what's in the car?" Yelu Dashi asked faintly.

Xiao Yu's eyebrows flew into his sideburns, and he said in a dark voice: "Da Shi Linya, you have gone too far." ”

Yelu Dashi made a look, and a Khitan warrior beside him, holding a big axe in his hand, rode forward and pulled the reins of his horse, and split the carriage with his hooves raised.

Brush it, and the treasure is scattered all over the place!

Under the sun, the golden light is dazzling, and the beads flow all over the ground, shaking people's hearts...

Prime minister's house, Song people, treasures...

Yelu Dashi suddenly had angina, this group of dog thieves brought disaster to the country, and they wanted to put an empire on my big liao and rectify the holes.

Xiao Yu's face turned blue and red for a while, and he said loudly: "Da Shi Linya, do you want to rebel?" Xiangguo is held accountable, can you afford it? ”

The warriors behind Yelu Dashi were all indignant, and they were going to fight as soon as he gave the order.

Yelu Dashi, who was riding on a horse, had a complicated expression, and his power was very small compared to Xiao Fengxian.

The other party said that he would destroy him, only in a thought, and he really didn't dare to offend this minister.

But now it is clear that Xiao Fengxian is going to take bribes and betray the country, as the eighth grandson of Yelu Abaoji, Yelu Dashi naturally refuses to sit back and watch the foundation of his ancestors be destroyed.

Xiao Yu's heart was very frightened, he was a little timid, and said in a good voice: "Da Shi Linya, these are all sent to Xiangguo by King Xiao of the Northwest Road Recruitment Division, you better get out of the way and let it go, I promise that after returning to Beijing, I will never mention this matter." ”

Yelu Dashi's heart was like ashes, his face was pale, this Xiao Yu deliberately talked about the Northwest Recruitment Division, which was the base camp of Xiao Fengxian's younger brother Xiao Sixian.

In other words, once you attack, hundreds of thousands of troops will come and trample your people into pulp.

The foundation of the Yelu family was ruined like this, and his own clan was powerless at all, Yelu Dashi sighed and waved his hand.

The samurai under his command obeyed their orders and dispersed one after another, letting these Song people and carriages pass.

After the convoy had all passed, Xiao Yu sneered and left with the convoy.

Yelu Dashi only felt a stuffiness in his chest, making people breathless, his eyes were closed, and the warriors around him did not say a word, staring at his master tightly.

Suddenly, Yelu Dashi waved his hand, and everyone crossed the bridge, and Yelu Dashi, who was the last to come, looked at the back of the distant convoy, and his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire.

Before the negotiations began, the Song people had already sent dozens of truckloads of treasure to the Khitan, how could this be discussed?

Yelu Dashi, who was extremely indignant, suddenly burst out with a tiger roar, and all the surrounding warriors were enthusiastic, eager to immediately follow this domineering man and rush back to kill all the people in the convoy!

Yelu Dashi snatched the big axe in his hand, and chopped his horse wildly, and after a while, the sawdust flew all over the Yellow River, and this important ferry bridge on the Yellow River fell into the turbulent river with a thud.

The double champion of civil and military, the last god of war of the Khitan, really lives up to his name!

The samurai present all felt the indignation in the master's heart, and their faces were solemn and did not say a word.

The dust and sand of the western capital road of Daliao cover the sky and the sun, and several Song people in the carriage are all generals of the Western Army, and the roar of Yelu Dashi can be heard from afar.

"It's a pity, it's a man!"

"If this Khitan is a Han'er, I am willing to follow such figures."

...

At this time in Xiazhou, Yang Lin was taking the people of the Kerebu Department to visit the bustling urban area of Xiazhou.

The mountains of materials made Kuerza's mouth water, and the things here were taken to the Mongolian steppe casually, and they were all in short supply worthy of a battle.

Yang Lin smiled: "How about it, tea and horse business, we must keep it!" This is very important to you, the cold wind of the grassland is tight, and the autumn is a murderous wind! If there is no food, how can you survive? ”

Hu Erzha nodded and said: "Yang Shaozai's words are true, this time to negotiate with the Khitans, our Kelie Department, all listen to Yang Shaozai." ”

Yang Lin said secretly, this is our interests are the same, and the listens to me.

He said with a smile: "This official is very willing to exchange these materials with you, but to be honest, there are not so many goods we need in the Mongolian steppe to exchange these materials." ”

Hu Erza's already red old face deepened his eyes, and the Song people in front of him said well, Mongolia has nothing else to do except war horses and animal skins, and the Han people need nothing at all, especially since they destroyed the Western Xia, and they themselves are not short of these things. But the materials of the Han people are all dreamed of by the Mongols.

Yang Lin saw his embarrassment and said with a smile: "However, this official is very willing, you Mongolians sent a group of warriors to come as mercenaries of the Great Song Dynasty." ”

"Mercenaries?"

"That's right, it's the warriors of your tribe who come to the Great Song Dynasty to fight for us, and you can exchange them for the materials piled up like a mountain."