Hebei West Road, the important town of Hejian Mansion.

Although it had only snowed and the weather was a little cold, the streets were still full of people.

Shops that usually sit in business, such as cloth, silk, grain stores, and dried fruit shops, are all doing brisk business.

Han people are like this, everyone has been a little nervous in the past year, but they can't be embarrassed during the New Year.

Even if you borrow money, you have to buy some cloth and silk and go back to buy new clothes, and if you can't afford clothes, you have to change into new shoes.

On New Year's Day, there must always be some new gadgets on the body, otherwise it will be unlucky.

The bridge and logging took up some time, and the eastward advance of the army was once blocked, and Yang Lin's arrival at Hejian Mansion was a month later than expected.

Fortunately, it was even colder in the north at this time, almost freezing on the ground, so the Jurchens and Da Liao had not moved.

But everyone knows in their hearts that once the weather warms up in spring, it will be a decisive battle.

This place borders the Khitan, and the Khitan has weakened in recent years, coupled with the alliance of the Yuanyuan, spending money to buy relative tranquility, and everyone is living a good life.

On the streets of Hejian Mansion, several butcher shops are overcrowded, the big Song Dynasty is expensive mutton and cheap pork, a large number of butchers come and go between Hedong and Hebei, this mutton is not lacking, and the price is not very expensive.

The mutton in the dumplings on New Year's Day must be sufficient, and every butcher shop is so crowded that people can't turn around and hand over money on their heads. The butcher and the men were so busy sweating that they were so thick that they couldn't even wait to peel them off.

The city was full of sellers of Tusu liquor, and the corners were given to the people who came to buy it, and the air in the streets was filled with a strange aroma of rhubarb and peppercorns.

At this time, Yang Lin led his troops into the city, and the army marched forward, and the people stood on the side of the road and pointed.

Zong Ze, the prefect of Hejian Prefecture on Hebei East Road, came to greet him with a group of officials.

After settling the army, Yang Lin followed him to a small building in the backyard of the prefect's office.

The small building opened a warm curtain and set up a charcoal basin, the building was warm and spring-like, several maids hung their heads and served, and the scene after the snow in the Hejian Mansion in the distance had a different artistic conception.

After pouring a cup of fragrant tea, Zong Ze saw Yang Lin looking out distractedly, pushed the steaming teacup in front of him, and said with a smile: "Shaozai doesn't know, this Hebei land has not been so lively for a long time."

Xiaguan has made a county order here for seven years, every New Year, the Liao people will go south to plunder, the people here are worried, often hide in the mountains to spend the New Year and then come out. ”

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Yang Lin poured a cup for Zhehuanxiang beside him, and said with a smile: "This tea is good, you can taste it." ”

Zhehuanxiang held the teacup to warm her hands, and asked with interest: "Hidden in the mountains, how can you celebrate the New Year?" ”

Yang Lin pouted his eyes and said: "I can't save my life, so I don't care how to spend New Year's Day... You think they're all like you, the daughter of a wealthy family. ”

Zong Ze was slightly surprised, he thought that this was Yang Shaozai's concubine, but he didn't expect such a high status.

Yang Lin looked at Zong Ze, who was a little thinner than when he was digging the river, but he was in good spirits, and his eyes seemed to be shining.

"Ru Lin, we are in Hebei, in addition to Tong Guan's Shengjie army, how many people are left?"

Zong Ze didn't have to calculate, he opened his mouth and came: "There are less than 50,000, and most of them have not practiced, let alone go to the battlefield." ”

"In the land of Youyan, there are many strong places, they have soldiers and horses, weapons, grain and grass, and walled cities. Although they fight separately, they take care of each other, and the key is to be in the place of four battles, and most of the bows and horses under them are skilled, and their strength should not be underestimated. ”

"The most powerful thing is the Khitan soldiers and horses brought by Yelu Dashi, and the private soldiers of Yelu Chun when he was the king of Yan, as for the eight battalions of the resentful army, they are all Liaodi Han'er who can't survive, so it shouldn't be difficult to deal with."

Listening to Zong Ze's treasures, it seems that he has not made any less effort to spy on the intelligence of the land of Youyan in the north.

Yang Lin went to Datong Mansion and deceived the Khitan Emperor of the covenant, and the whole country was excited.

Abolishing the New Year's coins and taking back Youyan, there is no need for a single soldier, this achievement can't help but make people's hearts break.

But only the people here know that it is far from so easy to recover Youyan.

Yelu Yanxi is the emperor of the Khitan, but he can no longer control the Khitan people in the land of Youyan.

Yanjing City is the lair of Yelu Chun and Yelu Dashi, and if they lose this foundation, they will definitely be eaten alive by the Jurchens or Yelu Yanxi.

Yang Lin stood up and looked to the north, only to see dark clouds piling up in the sky, and said in a condensed voice: "Ru Lin, you said that we persuaded Ye Luchun to surrender, is there a big chance?" ”

Zong Ze's eyes lit up, and then dimmed again, and said: "Yelu Chun is the prince of Khitan, I'm afraid he won't descend to the Song Dynasty." ”

"I think that his current situation is very dangerous, sandwiched between the Jurchens, the Liao Lord and the Great Song Dynasty, and all three parties want his Youyan Land.

If he is caught by the Liao Lord, he has absolutely no way to live, and surrendering to the Liao Lord is also the most unlikely. The Jurchen Tartars, whose murderous name has spread, are as famous as grass mustard, enslaving millions of Liao people, whipping and torture at will.

If he is cornered and feels the pressure here, I think he may surrender to our Great Song. ”

Yang Lin's eyes narrowed into a slit, if he got this army of soldiers and horses, he would take Youyan without blood... It is the real good fighter who has no outstanding achievements.

What Zong Ze has always wanted is the Northern Expedition to Youyan and get back his homeland.

As soon as Yang Lin said it, he suddenly came to his senses, and from Ye Luchun's point of view, the Song Dynasty was really his best choice.

Zong Ze's face turned red, and his blood was surging with excitement, just thinking about this matter has already made people's blood boil, even if there is only one in ten thousand chance, he needs to give it a try.

"Shaozai, the lower officials are willing to go to Yanjing!"

Yang Lin chuckled and shook his head, and said: "First, you are not suitable for this, the envoy persuasion is different from others, you must have a person who can blow the way, see the wind and make the rudder, see the seams and insert the needle, see people talk about people, and talk nonsense when you see ghosts, you are the best candidate."

Second, now that Yeluchun has more than 100,000 soldiers and horses in his hands and more than a dozen large cities, it is not yet the time for us to persuade him to surrender.

Why not wait for him and the Jurchens to fight for a while, both of them are damaged, and he is about to lose his hand, it is the best time. ”

Zong Ze was cold, or he was the best of the fighting among a group of ministers and ministers in the Bianliang Temple, his intentions were yin and his means were poisonous.

With such a big credit in front of him, he still has to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and wait until the Khitan and Jurchen are injured before making a move...

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps downstairs, the stairs that Han Shizhong stepped on were slamming, and people had already begun to shout before they arrived: "Shaozai, the army has been settled, when will the battle start?" ”