Liaodong family is strong......

This is really not within Yang Xin's consideration.

This Liaodong Li family is the boss.

But the Li family is already finished, and the Li Rubai brothers escaped death by this battle at most, but it is impossible to restore their power, and their age is not allowed, although Huang Jiashan, the secretary of the military department, wants to kill them Yang Xin, but it is a fact that the civil officials want to take the opportunity to destroy the Li family, and even the holy decree of Li Ruzhen's dismissal has been brought by Xiong Tingbi.

Li Huaixin is rushing to replace him.

Li Rubai also has no new disposition, which means that he still has to go to Beijing to deal with the crime.

The battle between Shenyang and Kaitie was, at most, an excuse to give Wanli an excuse to save their lives, but it was impossible to keep everything in the Li family, and what the civil officials wanted was to completely solve the Li family.

In short, the Li family is finished.

In addition to the Li family, there is no other family in Liaodong that really has enough energy in the imperial court, in the final analysis, this is not the core of the Ming Dynasty at all, and the entire Liaodong is still under the control of Shandong! And among the generals who followed Li Chengliang and Li Rusong back then, there were only a few subordinate families such as the ancestral family and the Tong family, the ancestral family was in western Liaoning, and the Tong family was already considered treason. Don't underestimate Tong Yangxing, the Tong family is at the same level as the ancestral family in Liaodong, and they are all one of the Liaodong families headed by the Li Chengliang family, Tong Yangzhong is also a general under Li Rusong, and Tong Bunian is a Jinshi in the forty-fourth year of Wanli, and he is still an official in the Guannei.

Liaoyang is headed by the Han family, the Cui family, and the Gao family.

There is also the Liu family in southern Liaoning.

But they have been relatively declining, these are all Liaodong heroes before Li Chengliang's rise, and at this time they did not have much influence in the imperial court at all. To evaluate which place in the Ming Dynasty had great influence in the court, you only need to look at the number of jinshi from this place, there is nothing more accurate than this, and the number of jinshi from Liaodong ranks first from the bottom in the country.

Even inferior to Guizhou.

There were twenty-three in the entire Ming Dynasty, not even one percent of Nanzhili.

What real family can there be here?

In short, Yang Xin doesn't care about this problem.

However, Xiong Tingbi didn't answer him directly, this question came to him as soon as he opened his mouth, but Xiong Tingbi had to think about it.

It's not that simple.

He is not stupid, of course Yang Xin will not really only transport military supplies when he contracts military transportation, and the transport ship going north from Sancha will transport all the Mongols and Jurchen tribes that need it. In this way, the passes of the mutual market will be damaged, and behind the merchants at these passes, there are all powerful families in Liaodong and even high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the pass, Yang Xin snatches food from them, and these people cannot bear it. But for Xiong Tingbi, he also admitted that this was the best way to maintain the Kaiyuan garrison, the wild boar skin's hand could not reach two side walls, and the Mongols who had the ability to plunder, and they had all seen Yang Xin's methods, these people would not be so bold and dare to provoke him.

And Yang Xin must also give them benefits.

Fortunately, there is no rush in this matter.

At this time, it will be winter soon, and Liaodong will be fine before the spring of next year, whether it is Yehebu or wild boar skin, it is all going to be a cat winter, not to mention that the Liaohe River will also be frozen, even if Kaiyuan City is really rebuilt, at least it will have to wait until the spring of next year.

"Let's go, come with me to Fushun!"

Xiong Tingbi said.

Yang Xin didn't say anything more.

Everything else here has nothing to do with him.

Including the reward for Obadeiqing, and some benefits for Delgrad, as well as statistics on the results of the battle, statistics on losses in the city, especially the statistics of the property of those large families forcibly requisitioned by Yang Xin, the pensions of the fallen soldiers, etc., all of which have nothing to do with him. However, those soldiers will not suffer because he doesn't care, because the rewards for the past few days are all paid daily, and the money and forcibly requisitioned by the Li family have all been distributed to those soldiers and young people, silver, silk, and even tea, etc., unless those officials dare to ask them back.

And this is impossible.

In short, the whole of Shenyang at this time was in jubilation.

Yang Xin, in the sincere cheers of those soldiers and the people, followed Xiong Tingbi out of Shenyang, accompanied by two thousand Beijing battalions, who galloped wildly along the route of the retreat of wild boar skins, and the eighty miles were quickly completed, and it was just evening when they arrived at Fushun City. The city was completely empty, completely in ruins, only the city walls remained, but the towers were also burned, and the whole city was like a ghost, and the ruins and ruins showed the prosperity of the past in the scattered falling snowflakes.

It was indeed a bustling place.

Because Fushun City is also a trade hub, the trade with Jianzhou is basically here.

They stayed overnight in Fushun City that night.

The next day, it was still snowing, and the northwest wind pushed scattered snowflakes, spreading the severe cold from Siberia on the land of Liaodong, indicating that this land has officially entered the cold winter.

Fortunately, the snow is not heavy.

Immediately after that, they left Fushun City and continued forward, galloping for half an hour before reaching the end.

The border wall of Liaodong reappeared in the mountains and forests, and on the stone wall, the ruins of a small castle lay across the north bank of the Hunhe River.

This is Fushun Pass.

And the lofty mountains in the southeast outside the city wall in front of you are the name that makes the Ming Dynasty unforgettable.

Salhu.

They then entered the destroyed Fushun Pass, walked out of the side wall with gravel and rubble, and then several of Xiong Tingbi's personal soldiers took out the prepared sacrifices and set out on the bank of the Hunhe River against the mountains of Salhu, Xiong Tingbi also changed into his court clothes and began to pay tribute to the heroic souls who died in the mountains and forests ahead. Behind him, the two thousand cavalry of the Beijing battalion stood in a solemn formation, and these original wastes really had the appearance of elite soldiers at this time, and it was obvious that their days with Xiong Tingbi were not easy.

Just when Xiong Tingbi was paying tribute to the heroic souls who died in battle, Yang Xin led a group of soldiers into the nearby mountains and forests.

When Xiong Tingbi was about to finish the memorial service, he took these people out again, and each of them carried a bundle of dry pine branches on his shoulders.

"Take it!"

Yang Xin handed a dead branch one meter thick to Jiang Yingzhao.

"Brother Yang, what is this for?"

Jiang Yingzhao said in amazement.

"Tear a piece of cloth from your garment, put bread on it, and see the barrel on the horse? The barrel is full of oil, go dip it and light it again, and then ride across the Hunhe River to the mountains and forests on the other side, and you don't need to teach you the rest, brother, right? ”

Yang Xin said.

Jiang Yingzhao smiled and nodded.

"Come on, come on, one for each person!"

Then Yang Xin hugged the same withered branches and shouted to Jiang Yingzhao's personal soldiers.

The soldiers who followed him at the same time, also holding bundles of such branches, distributed among the cavalry in a row like vendors selling goods on a traffic-jammed highway, while Huang Zhen untied the oil drums they were carrying on their horses and lined them up on the banks of the Hunhe River. Jiang Yingzhao quickly finished the production of the torches, and then urged the horse to reach into the oil drum and dip it, and then took out the fire fold and lit it, and his own soldiers behind him stretched out the torches that were also dipped in oil and ignited them, and the generals who surrounded them urged the horses to step into the Hunhe River in the dry period.

Then more cavalry also lit torches and crossed the Hun.

Xiong Tingbi was still standing there, not caring about what was happening behind him.

At his feet, paper money to honor the heroic spirit was burning.

And Jiang Yingzhao, who was the first to set foot on the south bank, commanded his personal soldiers to line up under the Salhu Mountain, and then the torch in his hand was piled up in the thick pile of pine needles under his feet, and the dry pine needles and pine towers full of oil were ignited in an instant, and the raging flames suddenly rose in the drifting snowflakes, and spread to a tree in a blink of an eye under the impetus of the northwest wind, and the bark and pine resin of the pine tree immediately burned in the licking roll of the flames, as if there was life, and soon spread along the branches.

The next thing that burned was the whole tree.

"Let's also put juniper on the grave!"

Jiang Yingzhao said with interest.

The pine tree in front of him had turned into a giant torch, and the northwest wind was pushing the flames to quickly ignite more pine trees in front of him.

More and more soldiers on both sides of him arrived and lined up, and ignited the pine needles under his feet with the torches they had just made in their hands, and the flames instantly engulfed the mountain forest, and spread forward in the mountain forest, and soon a sea of fire was formed. The fierce flames and billowing smoke rushed forward under the impetus of the northwest wind, and the beasts of the forest immediately ran out and fled in terror, but they could not escape this man-made natural disaster, and in an instant they were swallowed up by the flames, and the flames continued to go forward.

Snowflakes in the sky and flames on the ground......

"It's a song of ice and fire!"

Yang Xin exclaimed.

And at this time he was rushing forward along the Hunhe River with a bunch of cavalry.

"You're so ruthless!"

Chen Yujie also looked at the flames of Salhu Mountain and sighed.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm purifying, using fire to purify this mountain forest!"

Yang said.

Then he urged his horse into the river.

To his right was an estuary, a small river winding from the mountains to the south.

This is the Suzi River, and along this small river, more than a hundred miles away is the nest of wild boar skins.

From this point of view, Yang Hao's conquest itself was a mistake, such an environment was not suitable for a large-scale attack by the outside army at all, and it was impossible to maintain a large corps of troops in the mountains, especially the vast majority of those who participated in the war were not familiar with this mountain forest. The strategy of attacking and suppressing itself is a mistake, no matter how many Ming troops enter such terrain, they will inevitably be divided and surrounded by Jiannu who are familiar with the terrain, and then break each one, for the enemy in this environment, it is still Xiong Tingbi's strategy is the wisest.

It's sleepy.

cut off all external inputs, and let them starve to death inside.

At most, send elite small troops, constantly sneak in, set fire to headhunters and even poison under the river.

Of course, at this time, it was too late, the tragedy had already been caused, and in the mountains in front of him were the bones of 40,000 heroic souls of the Ming army.

"Brothers who died in battle, I have sent you to the grave!"

Yang Xin said to the mountains.

After saying that, he also lit the thick pine needles under his feet......

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