In Zhaode Fang, Yang Lin slept well all night, very sweet.

These days, closing his eyes is the tragic image of Uncle Zhang, as well as the headless corpse of the Huzhou officer, which makes Yang Lin tired and embarrassed.

In fact, Uncle Zhang has only seen him once, and he is still under the extremely urgent city of Suzhou, and he has long forgotten his appearance.

Yang Lin thought that Zhang Shuye had died, and he felt very uncomfortable, and it was difficult for the hero not to cry when he fought for the country.

Once Wang Hao's gang loses power, I don't know how many people are holding back to kill him, and there is no need to worry about it at all.

In later history, not long after Wang Hao lost his phase, Kaifeng Yin Nieshan and Wang Hao had an unresolved feud, so they sent someone to kill him.

The sky was bright, Yang Lin had already gotten up, the Xu sisters fetched water to serve him to wash, took a hot towel to wash their faces, and their little aunt Xu Saiyue stood behind him, took a rhino horn comb, combed his hair, and complained:

"There are so many generals in the DPRK, why do you always let our Dalang a civil official go to war, and the Tubo people are fierce. Last time we went to Yueying Lane with Mrs. Ning'er to buy rouge, we met a Tubo fanzi with eyes as wide as bells, and his arms thicker than people's waists. ”

Yang Lin made her almost laugh, and put her hand on Xu Saiyue's tun tip lightly, and her soft flesh trembled through her clothes, and said with a smile: "The authentic Tubo people are thick and short, and the eighty percent you encounter are not Tubo fans, but a little like Tatars." This time I went out of Beijing, not only for the war, but also for a few of you to be bored in the house, so I will ask Yun Niang to bring some gifts on the Shangyuan Festival and go back to my parents' house. ”

The three girls were overjoyed, Xu Saiyue put her arms around his neck and pecked hard, and the other two were also very happy with the wooden basin.

After Yang Lin got up, there was a sound of rustling footsteps outside, Liu Rongniang brought in a wooden lunch box, inside a Han pottery lacquer bowl, three imitation pottery plates, a small bowl of rice porridge, and four small buns, one dish is tempeh puree, one dish is fried spring rolls, all steaming hot, looking quite sweet and gluttonous.

Yang Lin grabbed a bun casually and said with a smile: "You can also go back to your mother's house to have a look, find your sister Yun Niang to arrange a carriage, and send you back to three or five nursing homes, I am not in the house on the Shangyuan Festival, and it is boring for you to be alone in Zhaodefang." ”

Liu Rongniang was more gentle and deferential than the other concubines, her eyebrows and eyes were bright, and she said in a delicate voice: "Xie Dalang." ”

After eating breakfast casually, Yang Lin got up, put on his official uniform, and went to Fang Miaolian's courtyard, where his son was still asleep.

Fang Miaolian was sleepy during pregnancy, and she didn't know if she wanted to make up for the last upheaval, but when she saw Yang Lin coming in, her eyes were hazy, and she said tiredly: "Why are you here?" ”

Yang Lin sat on the edge of the bed and said softly: "I want to go to Tibet, I don't know if I can come back before the child is born." ”

When Fang Miaolian heard this, she struggled to sit up and asked, "Why did you go on the expedition again?" ”

Yang Lin's heart moved, and he said with a broken face: "Wang Huang was defeated, the situation in the southwest is critical, and the Tubo people have driven straight into the Song Realm. If no one comes forward, Da Song will be in danger. ”

"Are the Tibetan people so powerful?" Where did Fang Miaolian know about the national situation of Tubo, but she also knew that the Great Song Dynasty always lost battles, and Bianliang was surrounded several times.

"Will it be dangerous for you to go this time?"

Yang Lin let out a long sigh and said, "If I can't come back, you can raise Le'er and the child in your belly, and this family business will be left by me to your mother." ”

Fang Miaolian's eyes flashed with tears, and she took out a piece of red silk from under the pillow and tied it around Yang Lin's waist: "This is the peace charm I asked for Le'er, if you bring it, you will definitely be able to turn evil into good fortune." ”

Yang Lin squeezed a few tears, touched her bulging lower abdomen, and said emotionally: "For your mother, I will definitely come back alive." ”

Out of the inner courtyard, the men and horses of the Banzai Battalion had already been assembled, Yang Lin stepped on the war horse, and set off towards the outside of Bianliang City with an order.

The cold wind was blowing whizzing, and most of the people in Bianliang City were still in the warm quilts.

Yang Lin once again embarked on the journey to the south, and in his plan, there was no such expedition.

Sitting in the center, Tubo was the whetstone of the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty, preparing for the big war in the north a few years later, and training a strong army and several qualified commanders.

Who knows, if he dies or not, he will almost ruin his plan when he encounters Wang Hao, a bad guy.

Fortunately, this guy escaped simply, and the forbidden army had a lot of goods, and the unambitious Tubo people only cared about picking up the spoils of war, and did not think of forming an alliance to eat this Song army on the southern front.

Otherwise, if the hundreds of thousands of Beijing camp forbidden troops and box soldiers die too much, Dali, which has finally been calmed down, will inevitably ignite another military disaster.

You must know that Gao Taiming, the leader of the 36 Wuman tribes, is still hiding in the foothills of Cangshan and Erhai to fight guerrillas.

The horseshoe splashed with ice foam, and the east turned white in the east against the cold wind above the heads of the southbound procession.

Out of Bianjing, Lu Qian rode on horseback, very happy in his heart.

Although he has a promising future with Shaozai, he doesn't like to be bored in Bianliang City, and acts as a messenger to find flowers every day, looking for beauties or escorting Shaozai.

The man is ambitious and capable, and only on the field is the most hearty pleasure.

Yang Lin said loudly: "Lu Qian, like this, how many days will you be able to arrive?" ”

"In less than a month."

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Jishi Mountain, Han Shizhong's Chinese army camp, countless elite cavalry are ready to go.

Under Han Shizhong's command, in addition to a few elites of the Western Army, there were all Qiang soldiers, Kelie soldiers, and Qingfan soldiers.

Occupying a high place, cavalry charge, on this empty plateau, can be described as an invincible tactic.

The flag waved, and the shouts of thousands of people burst out at the same time, shuttling between the valleys with the unending sound of trumpets, reaching the sky.

The mountain walls on both sides amplified the sound and waves one by one, and finally converged into a huge roar, which merged with the sound of rushing hooves, like a sudden high tide, to completely bury the Tibetan monks below.

An indescribable fear permeated the Tibetan ranks, tightly gripping the hearts of the Bailan soldiers.

Different from the ferocity of Tubo in the southwest, with the efforts of several generations of border generals of the Great Song Dynasty, nearly 300,000 Tubo people on the northern front have been surrendered to the Great Song Dynasty, and these people are the best guides and forwards.

Han Shizhong has been the leader of the wrongs for half his life, and has made countless military exploits, but he was either impersonated or concealed.

The only thing he got in exchange was a few rewards, which couldn't fill his gambling debts.

Now that Salted Fish has turned over and become the commander of the northern front, watching the soldiers and horses under his command charge, his heart is surging.

Since the start of the war on the northern front, there has not been even a decent resistance, and the only resistance that is slightly stronger in the Bailan Tubo will be crushed immediately.

More Tibetan tribes chose to surrender inside, after all, they had been fighting for so long and were a little bored.

Under the toss of the monks, Tubo has lost its own king, and it is not a good idea to belong to the Great Song Dynasty, who in the world does not know the wealth of the Great Song Dynasty.

Wang Yu said with a smile: "Han Shuai, after this battle, there are no Tubo people near Jishi Mountain who do not surrender. I heard that the soldiers near the Nu River were fierce and killed Wang Tejin back to Dali, so we might as well go to support. ”

"In the territory of Tibet, there are mostly wilderness, and there are often no cities for thousands of miles. We are all cavalry, and we have only been on horseback for a month, and we should be able to intercept the Tibetan people. But seriously, I really want to know how Wang Tejin was defeated... In my opinion, losing this battle is more difficult than winning. ”