readx; The war in Xijing had already been decided five years earlier, and Cui Da led the Great Song merchants to dig the cornerstone of Liao's northwestern rule. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

People who harm their motherland for personal purposes are not only the specialties of the Great Song Dynasty, but there is no shortage of such characters among the Khitans.

The strength of hundreds of years has created a group of proud Khitan people, and at the same time, it has also created a large number of declining Liao nobles.

If they had lived a rich life before, that memory would be deeply engraved on people's bones, and they would want to regain it if they had the opportunity, and for this reason, they did not hesitate to make a deal with the devil.

Patriotism belongs to the people, to those who have noble sentiments, and will never belong to all the rich, under the premise of patriotism, their first consideration is their own interests, their own property security, and whether they can continue to live a luxurious life.

Rich people who have tens of thousands of family fortunes but are dedicated to the country are simply rare, as long as there is one, whether it is a Han or a barbarian, it will be written in their own history.

In history, the kind of example of giving their cattle to the enemy as a reward, and then making the enemy think that the sneak attack was a failure and hurriedly retreated, is absolutely invisible in the Liao State, although the Liao people have a lot of cattle and sheep, they are more willing to use the cattle and sheep from the Song people in exchange for pearl treasures to hang on their bodies.

The merchants and wealthy of the Liao State were much easier to capture than their armies, so Cui Da attacked the Liao State much faster than Yun Zheng.

After Chen Lin stayed in Yun Zheng's carriage and watched the state of Cui Da and the Great Song Shangjia in Xijing of Liao Kingdom for a whole day, he was extremely reluctant to put down those confidential scrolls until he felt hungry, and at this time, it was time to set up camp again.

There is nothing good to eat in the army, nothing more than a bowl of mutton soup with dry cakes. From the marshal to the soldiers, they are all exactly the same thing, and when they arrive at Yun Zheng, they are nothing more than a few jars of fruits pickled in sugar water and some pickles with beautiful colors.

Chen Lin hurriedly soaked the dry cakes in the mutton soup and finished eating, and then waited for Yun Zheng to finish the meal, he wanted to talk to Yun Zheng very much about the battle situation in the northwest.

Yun Zheng pushed a jar of syrup peaches in front of Chen Lin and said, "When you enter the grassland, you can't do it if you don't eat this thing, you're old." There's no need to learn from me to eat the same thing, if you get sick, things will be even more troublesome.

Chen Lin was as good as a stream, using that kind of long-handled fork to fork the fruit from a black porcelain jar the size of a wine jar to eat, but the speed was still very fast, and when Yun Zheng put down the rice bowl, he also put down the fork, dragged Yun Zheng back to the carriage, patted the scrolls on the low table and said, "This is all true?" ”

Yun Zheng glanced at Chen Lin and nodded, "Naturally, it's true." In fact, Xiao Dahu went out of Xijing, and it was Cui Da who spoke effectively in that city. ”

"Why don't we suddenly attack Xiao Dahu, why do we have to fight him in a decisive battle on Baishan Mountain? Then our casualties will be very large. ”

Yun Zheng shook his head and said: "Saving land and losing people, people and land are lost, people and land are lost, people and land are saved, this is an ancient truth, and now we need to understand this sentence in reverse."

If it was just to drive away Xiao Dahu and seize Xijing. There are still more than 300,000 troops, and it is not clear who Xijing is. Instead of fighting here for three days and two ends, it is better to settle the situation in one battle, eliminate the Liao people, and leave us with an empty Xijing.

There is no shortage of people in the Great Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi and they are worried about the lack of land for the people all day long, and there is such a large grassland. Relying on the dense rivers here, how much food do you want?

The recovery of the 16 states of Yanyun was not only a supplement to the border line of the Great Song Dynasty, but also a powerful weapon to alleviate domestic contradictions.

Over the years, the rebellion of the common people has not stopped at all, although it has eased a little in the past two years. That's because the people are afraid of the encirclement and suppression of the army, and the anger is running underneath, and sooner or later they will break through the rock on their heads, and finally explode completely.

Since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, the population has increased by more than five times in a hundred years, but the land has not increased, and the rich have annexed the land of the people, so that the main body of the Great Song Dynasty to pay taxes is becoming less and less, and the weakening of the national strength is also inevitable. ”

Chen Lin waited for Yun Zheng to gasp and suddenly asked, "Yun Shuai means to bring those landless people to the northwest?" Who will cultivate the fields of the rich? ”

Yun Zheng took a sip of water and said with a smile: "I care so much, anyway, when Wang Anshi was in Tokyo, he lost a lot of my family's fields, as long as my family's fields are cultivated, and other people's fields are barren, it is my business, as long as the people have land to plant, and the state has taxes." ”

Chen Lin dropped the scroll in his hand that was guarded like a treasure and laughed: "This kind of thing Yun Shuai should be handed over to Wang Anshi to do, anyway, he has an enmity with the rich, so it doesn't matter how he tosses." ”

Yun Zheng squinted his eyes and glanced at Chen Lin and said, "What's the matter, don't worry about the upcoming war anymore?" ”

Chen Lin's laughter stopped suddenly, and he said embarrassedly: "The old man is a prisoner, and there are many things that you shouldn't hide from the old man." ”

Yun Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "Say it earlier? God knows what trouble will arise if I said it earlier, I just arrived at Yanmen Pass, and there were as many as 100,000 homeless people behind me, and I had to guard against it. ”

Chen Lin listened to Yun Zheng's words, smiled bitterly, and sat in the carriage again to carefully assess the situation facing Xijing, which was the most important thing for him.

The scout came from a distance in the face of the setting sun, and just by looking at the fiery red flag behind him, everyone already understood that the White Horse Army should have started a war with the Liao people at this time.

The wild fox pass on the south side of Baishan Mountain, this is a mountain pass that Li Dongchu must break through, only by taking this mountain pass and holding it firmly, it is possible for Lang Tan to get out of this hole in the remnants of Baishan Mountain.

There is no shelter on the prairie, Xiao Dahu naturally knows that the Song army has arrived, and in the face of the extremely rude attack of the Song army, Xiao Dahu did not plan to let Li Dongchu enter Baishan Mountain so easily, and the camp set up by the 300,000 army on the grassland is at least ten miles away.

This battle is a test for the Song army, and it is also a huge test for the Liao people, the Song army poured the country to attack, and the Liao country can only deal with it, so under the strict orders of Yelu Hongji, the Liao nobles once again called for their own soldiers, and formed the largest army in the shortest possible time.

Therefore, in the army of the Liao people, there are countless young people and old people, they are either old people who have long left the battlefield, or young people who participated in the war for the first time.

The wind is bleak, and the earth is reckless. A snowflake fell from the sky and landed on Helamulun's face, turning into a cold one. Tightening the steel knife in his hand, the cold texture came from his fingertips, making him conscious.

At the end of the Polar Eye Wilderness, there was a faint black line wriggling, and it should be the cavalry of the Song people, but such a slow speed made Xilamulun, who had aspired to be a cavalryman since he was a child, look down on him very much.

The black line slowly changed in the distance, and finally turned into a thick sharp arrow formation.

Is it finally coming? The corners of Xilamulun's mouth floated with a faint calmness, and finally tightened his belt, and unloaded the oily and slippery wooden round shield on his back and put it on his right forearm, which was a gift left by his grandfather, which was said to have been captured from the hands of the Song people, and he used it for decades, and never came to the door with a crossbow arrow.

As long as they can withstand these two waves of attacks of the Song people, once they start hand-to-hand combat, the weak Song army is as easy to deal with as a stupid roe deer, these words are said by veterans, Helamulun doesn't understand very much, why do those veterans run away to form a team alone? Do they look down on their own group of recruits?

Xila Mulun was very unconvinced, and was ready to kill two Song people to show the group of people in the world, and his grandfather said that as long as the leading Song army was hacked to death, the rest of the Song army would run away immediately.

The sound of weapons unsheathed, wheezing, and metal crashing rang out, and countless people like Helamurun began their final preparations for battle, and the fierce cold wind blew their furs into a rolling gray wave.

The group of people in the world actually erected shields, and their shields formed a room shape with a high middle and two low ends above their heads, in the eyes of Helamulun, this shield array was more like a turtle shell, such a timid veteran, so that Helamulun and others sincerely looked down on it.

The cavalry of the Song people ran too slowly, and even said that they were not running, but riding on horses and strolling, there were a lot of them, but the speed was too slow, such a cavalry formation, there was no need to form a dense defensive team to deal with it, there were some bold recruits, and even put away their shields, holding long knives in their hands, ready to pounce at any time, I heard that the Song army was not the best at attacking, but escaping.

This time, the reward promised by the king for military exploits was very rich, and a head of the Song army could be exchanged for a bucket of wheat and two sheep.

When Helamulun was about to put away the wooden shield, Shiri, who was hiding in the turtle shell in the distance, suddenly came out, dragging the inexplicable Helamulun into the tortoise shell, and before entering, Helamulun was blushing by the mocking eyes of those recruits.

Just as he was about to push away from the world, Helamuron heard a burst of screams, which were so loud that they completely covered the curse words he had just spat out.

"Crossbow bolts! Squat, raise your shield! There was no hissing in the world that roared in Helamulun's ears, but unfortunately the sound could only be heard very closely.

After the crossbow arrows rose to a high level, they began to fall down, just like countless meteors falling from the sky, and the crossbow arrows of the Song people were still carrying fire!

Immediately, the sound of crossbow arrows striking on the shield above Helamulun's head was familiar to Helamurun, like the sound of egg-sized hailstones striking on the cowhide tent when it hailed that year. (To be continued......)

PS: Chapter one