Bianliang, inside the Ming Hall.

Yang Lin sat at the top, looked at the officials in the hall, and talked eloquently:

"The roads in Qiandi are blocked, the mountains and rivers are crisscrossed, and if you want to travel with other places, you often have to walk for several months. Tian's insistence on Sizhou, just like the frog at the bottom of the well, dared to pick up the tiger's whiskers at this time, and this time he will definitely return a bright and sunny place in the southwest. ”

The north was still icy and snowy, and there was still some time before the snow warmed up, and the Jurchens withdrew to Huanglongfu, and the two sides temporarily fell into a situation of truce and preparation for war.

The southwest is already a grass warbler flying, just right for fighting, Yang Lin gave Fang Qifo's order to quell the southwest rebellion within two months.

In two months, it is estimated that the north will rekindle the wolf smoke, and the country's resources will definitely be tilted to the north.

Everyone knows that the northern captives are the enemy of life and death, and the southwest is the disease of scabies. These toasts in the southwest are like a sore that is difficult to eradicate, but not fatal.

Everyone in the hall discussed in a low voice, but in fact, they didn't know much about the southwest.

Even if there are southwestern officials in the DPRK, most of them are from the land of Sichuan and Shu, Qianzhong is too remote, and before the New Deal, there were few colleges, and there were few scholars except for large families.

The New Deal has just begun, and the current scholars in the academy are far from the age and level of entry into the academy.

In fact, before Tian Yougong returned to the Song Dynasty, this place was not controlled by the Great Song Dynasty.

If Qianzhong wants to communicate with the Central Plains, Sizhou Mansion is the most convenient way, and it is also a well-deserved hub for the southwest region to connect with the Central Plains.

The Jinjiang River in Sizhou leads to the Yuan River, passes through the Dongting, and goes down the Yangtze River, which is the golden waterway of the Qianjin region.

Tian Yougong took the entire Sizhou from Zhao Ji's hands, and controlled the hub of communication between the Central Plains and Guizhou.

Bai Shizhong slowly raised his head, pointed to a small blue flag on the sand table, and said: "Shaozai, Jiaozhi and Guangzhou, now the taxes are at their disposal, and they don't need to be handed over to the imperial court." This campaign..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Lin waved his hand and said: "Guangzhou, as one of the accompanying capitals, is in urgent need of money, and the five capitals go hand in hand, which is a thousand-year plan, and it cannot be delayed because of this small rebellion." Fang Qifo sent someone to send back the news that his own treasury had enough money and food to support him for two months. ”

"Two months, can you really stop the chaos?" Uncle Zhang couldn't help but ask.

Yang Lin chuckled, his tone was relaxed, and he didn't seem to take the Tian family in his eyes: "With the strength of a clan, if you want to fight against me, he may not know that now I am the general trend of the world." Going against the trend, like going against the sky, how can Tian's virtue be able to, I want him to be crushed. ”

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"The Tian family still wants to marry my daughter? It's a dream. ”

Yang Weicong sneered, threw the gift list on the ground, pinched Tian Yougong's letter, and his face became even more ugly.

Knowing Tian Ruduan's intention, if it was before, maybe he would still consider it, but now that the Tian family is in turmoil, how can Yang Weicong pay attention to him anymore.

The Tian clan and the Yang clan are both large tribes in Guizhou, and they are adjacent to each other, and there is a basic competitive relationship, and they cannot be reconciled.

The Yang family dreamed of getting Sizhou, which is the hub connecting the Central Plains, and if they get Sizhou, they can make great progress, instead of being the king of Yiren in the closed Guizhou like now.

Tian Yougong made a mess, he originally wanted to get involved, but when he heard that the Song people had moved the real character this time, Yang Weicong immediately thought of it, this was an opportunity to replace him.

Of course, if he knew that Yang Lin's plan was not to eliminate one Tian clan, but to eliminate all the Tusi in the southwest, he would not behave like this.

It makes sense to be a long-distance and close attack, but he doesn't understand it.

If it really came to threaten their common living conditions, Yang Weicong would definitely cooperate with the Tian family, but unfortunately he hadn't smelled the danger yet.

Outside the city of Banshu, a group of people were silent, and no one dared to make a sound.

In the midst of them, a carriage was clustered, and in the carriage, Tian Ruduan's face was gloomy like a pig's liver. His face, which was already a little cold, looked a little hideous, and his fingers trembled slightly with great anger.

Tian Ruduan thought that he was willing to marry their Yang daughter, giving them a lot of face.

Who knew that he would be swept out of the house, and he was kicked out without even seeing Yang Weicong himself.

He has been arrogant and domineering since he was a child, when did he suffer this kind of anger, the more Tian Ruduan thought about it, the more angry he became, and he punched the wall of the carriage, he even hated his own father.

What a bad idea from the old thing, let me be angry and embarrassed to come here!

At this time, on the tower of Banzhou City, which was not far from them, Yang Weicong looked at the Tian family's carriage and horses, his eyes were deep, and he was silent.

The entire southwest Guizhou region is like a pool of stagnant water, and although there have been small disputes for many years, the big pattern has never changed.

Now the opportunity has finally come, this time, he must replace the Sizhou Tian clan and become the real master of the entire land.

This time he chose to take a gamble, betting that the Song people would not tolerate the rebellion provoked by the Tian clan, and that they hoped to choose a new force to take over Qianzhong.

Behind him, a person hurriedly climbed the city wall and whispered: "Master, the person sent by the Great Song Dynasty has arrived. ”

Yang Weicong turned around, twisted his wrist guards, and said, "Let's go, go and see." ”

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Luodian, bordering Dali, was once the boundary between Song and Dali.

The soldiers and horses scattered all over the mountains looked like a tide pouring out from a distance.

The Shimen soldiers and Dali soldiers and horses gathered from both sides, gathered here, and continued to march.

The banners of these horses cover the sky and the sun, and they walk like walking on the ground among the mountains and rivers of Qiandi.

With a scimitar, you can split through the bushes and step out of the paths.

They all grew up in this environment, and some even marched back and forth in the trees.

Behind them, more soldiers and horses were gathering, and these people rudely counted that there were already 100,000 people.

The 36 tribes of Wuman were originally tribes in the deep mountains, and the Tubo soldiers and horses were relatively difficult.

However, they walked behind the Dali soldiers, and they already had a road to step out, so they could just move forward along the way.

Fang Qi Folema was on the side of the army, and when he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, it was a big mountain one after another.

It is no wonder that the previous imperial court was unwilling to send troops to exterminate Tusi, but chose to indulge and appease, these mountains make people unable to get into the idea of stepping into these mountains at a glance.

If the enemy is scattered in these deep mountains, it is a million army, and there is no attempt to destroy them.

Fortunately, they already have a state capital, and they give up their hundreds of years of nest of the times, believing that the Tian family does not have the courage.

Fang Qifo wiped the sweat from his forehead and ordered: "Order, bury the pot on the spot to make rice, prepare enough dry food, and march quickly tomorrow to cross the Guanling." ”