In the rear of the Liao army, the retreat had a great side effect, the Khitans complained, but the Song people who rose up more and more.

After Yue Fei captured the Daimyo's Mansion, the righteous army in Hebei became more and more active, and the hinterland of Hebei was a flat river, which was conducive to the cavalry of the Liao army galloping vertically and horizontally, but there was Taihang Mountain in the west, Yan Mountain in the northeast, and the military capital mountain in the northwest, the mountains were high and dense, and the water in Cangzhou Xiongzhou was dense, which was a good place for the rebels to hide. Before the Song army officially swore in the Northern Expedition, there were already thousands of Khitans, some of whom were landlords, and some of whom were left alone during looting and raiding, and died at the hands of the righteous army. Although, Han'er's casualties were even more severe, it was like a pack of wild dogs biting a lion to death, no matter how heavy the wild dogs' casualties were, no one would feel that they had lost the battle, and the morale of the rebels was getting higher and higher.

As early as June, Yue Fei sent Yang Zaixing and others into Taihang Mountain to contact the rebels.

As the news of the Liao army's retreat spread, more and more Song slaves went up the mountain and fell into the grass, and there were already hundreds of large and small ringing horses on the Taihang Mountain and the nearby plains. Some of the rebels were exactly the same as the official army, with formal canonization, divided into cavalry battalions, infantry battalions, and neat liaison banners, imitating the imperial court officials and soldiers to elect military envoys, and even hired Confucian scholars to teach the study of loyalty, righteousness and morality. There are also rebels who are no different from the ringing horses of the past, especially after recruiting troops and horses, they lack everything, and they rob everything they can. But in a sense, it was these people who seriously disturbed the stability of the rear of the Liao army, and their role was no less than that of the regular rebel army.

In the granges, pastures and workshops of the Khitans, the slaves spread all kinds of rumors, some said that as long as they had been officials and soldiers in the past, they would be at least the head of the capital after falling into the grass, and some said that after the official army recovered Hebei, they would be rewarded with meritorious deeds, and they would be rewarded with ten taels of silver for killing a Khitan, and ten Khitans would be rewarded with nine officials, and some said that a certain king would kill hundreds of Khitans in a month. Some say that a certain grange slave suddenly rebelled, slept with a Khitan woman, and then killed the entire family of the owner of the manor, and fled into the mountains in a gang.

In the autumn, the activities of the rebels in various parts of Hebei reached a climax. Even Yang Zaixing was shocked by the boldness of these people.

Although there were many rebels, they were all rabble, and they had to be on guard against being raided or surrounded by the Liao cavalry at any time, but in the past two months, almost all of the rebels have been extremely excited. It is rumored by the rebels that once the official army recovers Hebei, they will check the volunteers from all walks of life and seal the officials according to their numbers and merits. The owners of the village are making every effort to expand the number of people, firstly, because the news of the Northern Expedition is becoming more and more true, and secondly, because although the Khitans retreated to the north in an orderly manner, they also left a large number of gaps and "residues", especially horses and fugitive slaves. Only Wuma Mountain White Horse Village has collected more than 200 horses everywhere, Wuma Mountain Xiangma Horse was very powerful as early as before the Liao army entered the Kou, Yang Zaixing came back to preside over the overall situation, and was even more faintly the head of the Taihang group of thieves. The cavalry usually do not unarmour, do not unsaddle their horses, waiting for an opportunity to attack the retreating Liao army, they can't deal with the Liao army brigade, but it is definitely a nightmare for ordinary granges and Liao army squads.

On September 12, Yang Zaixing contacted several other ringing horses nearby to prepare to attack a retreating group of Khitans.

The scouts of Baimazhai have been quietly embellishing the ranks of escorts and large groups of Song slaves.

Because of the vigilance of the Khitan cavalry, the scout cavalry did not dare to get too close, but judged from the rut marks that this was a very fat group of fat sheep.

They found a slave who was hacked to death on the road because of illness, but had not yet taken his last breath, and roughly learned that this Khitan team was about 1,000 cavalry guards, Khitan women and children also had more than 1,000, and about 10,000 Song slaves were escorted. The escort team was not the regular Liao army of the Northern Courtyard, but the cavalry of various Khitan Granges, and the destination was Hejian Province. Fortunately, Yang Zaixing's seniority, prestige, and identity are high enough, which subdued several other volunteer leaders, and everyone decided to join forces to attack this Khitan team, and then sit on the ground and share the fertilizer.

Yang Zaixing chose the location of the battle in a place more than 200 miles away from the river.

The avenue passes through the woods, and although the terrain is not very undulating, there are many forests around the road, some of which are next to the road, and some of which are a mile or two away from the road. Yang Zaixing personally led the selection of a place to hide in the ambush. Then he rode his horse and the scouts along with the Khitan brigade, watching them move slowly on the avenue and rest in the woods beside the road. The Khitans seemed to have noticed that they were embellished by horse thieves, and the procession was in a hurry. However, Yang Zaixing suppressed the rebel armies and did not launch an attack, but only monitored the Khitans' long march into the predetermined hills and dense forests.

Yang Zaixing is no longer the puppet who robbed and killed the traitor of the imperial court on the mountain road with his own bravery, but a fierce general who has experienced a hundred battles. This time to attack the Khitan team, he placed ranger scouts on all the main roads, always on guard against the nearby Khitan cavalry to come to help. At the beginning of Yin, he caught a Khitan secret sentry and asked again about the reality of the Khitan camp, so that all teams of people and horses were ready to rush in together when they saw the light signal. They did not alarm the Khitans throughout the night, but only made them suspicious in silence, and then the rebels would suddenly appear at dawn and launch a storm of attacks on the enemy from all sides.

"Steady, ready to go." Yang Zaixing looked back at his eager subordinates.

He turned his head and saw a sentry Khitan leaning against the trunk of a tree napping, and his heart swelled with inexplicable excitement. After waiting all night, it was finally time for the enemy to relax at its best.

"Commander Yang, you haven't done this business for a long time, right?" A Baimazhai brother surnamed Jia Xu and the name "Jia Lynx" laughed in a low voice.

"No, look at all the fat that's coming out." Yang Zaixing patted his thigh, "If you continue like this, you will become a fat sheep." ”

While observing the movement of the Khitan cart camp, he rubbed his hands together, like a hairy boy who wanted to "do a big job".

His deliberate act provoked a slight laugh from the brothers next to him. Yang Zaixing was actually as lean as his mount, but he was tall and had a thick beard, and ordinary people couldn't tell that he was just fat or thin. The night dew was heavy during this season, and the men and horses in ambush were all wet. Yang Zaixing pretended to be Zhang Fei's angry eyes, and shook his head exaggeratedly and helplessly, and the dew slid down the sheepskin hat to his cheeks, and then rolled down the big curtain to the ground. Everyone laughed even harder, and the horses lying on the ground tilted their heads, pricked up their ears, and showed impatience, and were soon appeased by the cavalry, so they had to hang their heads obediently, waiting for the signal to attack.

"Yang Rule: If you are a fat sheep, we will change it to a rabbit that eats grass."

Yang Zaixing is a famous general in the world, and everyone thinks that they are doing it with him, and they feel that their faces are glorious.

"If we follow Brother Yang, we will follow Grandpa Yue, and we will glorify our ancestors."

Yang Zaixing's eyes were slightly gloomy when he heard this. In the battle of recovering Bianliang, Yang Zaixing and Zhao Xingde and the generals of the Baoyi Army got very close. He is a rough man, although he helped Cao Liangshi and others to take Zhao Xingde's position, but after that, he tried to protect Zhao Xingde's life with his own life several times, but he was guilty of suspicion, and there were even rumors that he was capricious and wanted to cooperate with Lu Mingyu and other generals. Although this errand to contact the Hebei Righteous Army was voluntary, Yue Fei and Cao Liangshi agreed, and the Tabai camp was also handed over to Wang Jun, the deputy commander. However, thanks to his first arrival in Taihang Mountain, the original scattered sand of the horses and the rebel army were reorganized, and the rebels from all walks of life not only harassed the Liao people, but also avoided many unnecessary losses, and gradually became the henchmen of the Liao army.

The moon sets in the western mountains, and the early morning woods are filled with a faint morning mist, and the branches are hung with water droplets, quiet and chaotic.

Yang Zaixing's eyesight is excellent, and he can only see the Khitan camp through the morning air, and the wandering figures.

"Are you ready?" He asked in a low and sharp voice.

"We can't wait." "yes, it's work!"

When the ignition signal was given, the rebels of Baimazhai stood up one after another, and the cavalry tightened their saddles in the darkness and lined up in formation.

"Get on the horse!" Yang Zaixing turned over and stepped onto the horse.

"Everybody's in the queue!" He lifted the big gun, looked back behind him, and said loudly, "Good boy, kill the enemy with me!" Then the horses rushed towards the Khitan camp under the mountain forest, the men and horses held for a night, and finally got the opportunity to vent, all tried their best to rush to the front, the sky was at the junction of night and dawn, the thick fog covered the dense forest, at this moment, the shouts, the sound of horses' hooves sounded from all directions. At this time, the Khitan camp became chaotic like a hornet's nest.

Yang Zaixing whipped his prancing horse, brandished a big spear and rushed straight to the center of the Khitan camp, and more than 400 Baimazhai cavalry followed him and rushed fiercely. After rushing out of the woods, the cavalry suddenly brightened, the Khitan camp was the same as the scouts said, only tents and sparse antlers, no barracks and trenches, they did not expect that the rebels would have so many cavalry. The Khitans let out terrible shouts, and the people who got out of the tents mounted their horses one after another, and instead of forming a formation to defend, they rushed towards the Song army in ambush. The two sides barely had time to fire their arrows in formation, and they engaged in hand-to-hand combat in several directions at the same time, and the battle was chaotic and fierce.

"Kill!" Yang Zaixing roared angrily and shot a Khitan man holding a spear.

The Baimazhai cavalry broke through the barrier of the Khitan cavalry and entered the camp at one time, and at this time, there was not much suspense in the battle. Groups of Khitan old and weak people ran out of the tents, and many of them were pale and trembling. Many Khitan cavalry saw that the situation was not good and began to rush outward, and more rebel troops rushed here from all directions. Some people hid behind the tent and put cold arrows, some women blushed and held scimitars in both hands, a strong, bald and braided Khitan man fought with several rebels, Yang Zaixing didn't have time to rush over, he had been stabbed to the ground with a spear, Yang Zaixing saw him lying on his stomach facing the ground, two big holes in his back, his arms and legs were constantly twitching, but his head was motionless. With a lift of the reins, he sent the horse leaping away from the corpse and charging for the next foe.