Black clouds piled up, the wind swept around, and the sky slowly turned into a terrifying sight in people's sight.

The wind gradually rose, blowing the land in the clouds, and a piece of wind and grass swept over the mountains and rivers of this land, as well as countless soldiers and horses.

Driven by the strong winds, dark clouds descended from the sky to the top of the sky until the entire sky was densely covered into a dark world.

With a flash of lightning, the heavy rain poured down, washing the bloody and muddy roads of Yunzhou Datong City, and the mud was full of blood and mud when you stepped on it, and even the boots could be dyed red.

A thunderclap fell, and the kind of man hiding in the fort cursed, and the rain made the bow and arrow lose its lethality.

The astonishing archery took aim for a long time, and before an arrow could be shot closely, it was already light and fluttering, and was easily dodged by a tartar.

The Jurchen soldier picked up the feather arrow and shook it in this direction, his face full of mockery. Behind him, dozens of Jurchen Tartars, hiding under a broken roof, all burst into laughter.

"This thief!" Chong Wei laughed angrily and scolded: "After the rain stops, you must take down the Yu Mansion in front!" ”

An ordinary house has changed its owner five times, and under the courtyard wall that has been broken by stone cannons, there are countless corpses piled up, which are used as walls to block it.

After a soak in the water, it is not difficult to imagine that the plague will run rampant next, and I don't know how many lives will be taken.

In the midst of the rain, dozens of horsemen were seen splashing mud all over the ground, splashing on the faces of the Jurchen Tartars who were hiding on both sides of the road, but these people didn't even have the action to wipe them, and they all looked up at the whereabouts of these knights.

Soon, they shouted excitedly and rushed after the cavalry.

"The Tartars are also crazy, and they will fight in the rain, ready to meet the enemy."

The flag bearer of the Song army shook the flag a few times, and the military flag lost its original bright spirit, soaked up the rain, and stuck softly on the flagpole. The flag-bearer sighed, stuck it high, picked up a spear from the ground, and rushed forward.

In the street in front of me, the hastily made trenches were not dug deeply, but the crossbeams were made by tearing down many tall beams and piling them up.

When the Jurchen cavalry approached, the prancing horses lost a few, and they also dismounted one after another and rushed over on foot to fight.

Blood and mud splashed, swords and soldiers intersected, and Chong Xun led his troops on the high places on both sides, throwing stones down.

The first beam and horizontal wood also blocked the attack of the Jurchens, and the road was slippery in rainy days, and it was even more difficult to attack.

After some temptation, these Jurchens retreated, and on the way, they accumulated another layer of corpses on both sides.

He bared his teeth as a spear had been thrown at him, and he had grazed under his armpit, bringing with him a piece of cloth and flesh.

All the soldiers had bloodshot eyes and a little hollow eyes.

Too many dead people are destroying the morale of both sides of the war, and this is the time to compete with the will of the army.

The cold rain poured into the iron armor, the close-fitting clothes were sticky on the flesh, the war was together, this good son-in-law, his parents raised him as a treasure, and his wife missed the lover he was looking forward to day and night, what is it worth?

But if you don't fight to the death, take a look at this ruined Datong City, if this battle takes place in Qinlong, it happens in Hedong, and the dead corpses lying on the ground are familiar to the old township party relatives, right?

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Bianliang, a suburb of the city.

Yang Lin, who rode by, had just sent away the last batch of forbidden army soldiers, the elite of these elites, after the establishment of the army, they finally had to fight a vicious battle.

In addition to some nostalgia, Yang Lin also had a few more complicated emotions in his heart, as if he was a student who was leading a big man and was going to the imperial examination.

Suddenly, a ribbon fluttered and flew over.

Lu Qian raised his knife to block it, confirming that it was just the woman's belongings falling down, scolding with a smile, and then continuing to walk.

Yang Lin doubted: "The people of Bianliang, are they so rich, such fine silk, throwing it away?" ”

Lu Qian laughed: "Shaozai doesn't know, this is a long-standing program in Bianliang, called the Liuxiang Poetry Club." The major Oiran of Kaifeng Mansion is the head of the line, and all the merry talents who have good poetry can order flowers at will, holding a piece of clothing with a gold cut beauty, and it is rumored that there have been beauties who have been cut naked before. ”

These romantic things made the guards laugh, and the laughter was a little obscene, obviously some bad imagination.

Yang Lin frowned slightly, didn't say anything, and rode back to the house.

After a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry, Yang Lin got up and didn't even change his official uniform. Lu Qian and the others were still eating, Yang Lin stood in front of them, waved his hand and said, "You eat first, and after eating, we will go to the military headquarters." ”

After waiting for a while, he stood here, who could still eat, Lu Qian got up with a wry smile and said, "Shaozai, let's go." ”

The soldiers of the military department are constantly flowing and constantly sending military information and trends from all over the country. Every official's desk was piled up like a mountain of paperwork, but everyone was conscientious and conscientious, and changed the previous style of perfunctory and procrastinating yamen. A group of newly promoted young officials are even more vigorous and resolute in their work.

Yang Lin convened the officials of the military department to discuss the military situation, whether the money, grain and baggage were in place, and then arranged the roads for the people to transport grain, as well as the bandits along the line.

As soon as he sent out the gate of the military department, Yang Lin came to the household department, repeatedly confirmed that the materials were abundant, and personally checked the Bianliang warehouse, which was close to dusk at this time.

Lu Qian and the others were about to escort him back to his house, when Yang Lin waved his hand and said, "Go to Taixue." ”

"Too learned?"

Cai Jing's reform abolished the imperial examination system and implemented the academy system, Taixue is the last pass for the world's scholars to leap into the dragon gate, and most of the so-called romantic talents are concentrated in Taixue.

These people may have real talents, brilliant writing, and a wellspring of ideas. But by this time in the Northern Song Dynasty, the style of study had been damaged by the scholars.

With a prostitute as a romance and poetry as the avenue, such a character will enter the official career in the future, where is the good material for being an official.

Now, taking advantage of this war, it's time to change the culture of the world.

The students in Taixue have improved their atmosphere when they come in, but they have no choice but to make Bianliang a place full of all kinds of bad temptations. The pragmatic style of study is difficult to resist the fragrance of fat powder.

Yang Lin and his entourage rushed to the gate of Taixue, at this time Taixue was no longer an anti-Yang pioneer camp, when Yang Lin rode on the street to beat the Taixue Chen Chaolao, who was over sixty years old, so that the people here hated the same enemy.

But now, those who worship under Yang Xuemen account for most of them.

The officials in Taixue came out to greet them one after another, and they didn't know what Shaozai was doing here. Now that the country is troubled, these big names in the DPRK and China are very busy, and few people have set foot in Taixue.

Yang Lin held a horsewhip in his hand and got straight to the point: "Everyone, summon the princes, this official has something to say." ”

In the second year of Xuanhe, Yang Shaozai ascended the Taixue forum, waved his hand, and called on hundreds of thousands of scholars at all levels of the country to go to the sea, to the canal, to the ravine, to carry grain to Yunnei, to support the front-line war.