The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

Now it's just waiting for them to make a choice. They can't fight if they fight; they have to surrender as soon as possible.

In the big tent, a few soldiers were packing some clothes and other items. Yang Lin sat by a campfire and roasted a leg of lamb with Lu Qian.

The curtain door was opened, and Liu Zhongwu brought Han Shizhong in, clasped his fists and said, "Young master, the soldiers and horses from the North Road have already come."

Han Shizhong, who had calmed down a little, stepped forward, crossed his hands and said, "Young Zai, I have already dealt with the Tibetans in the northwest, and I will follow you into Luoxie City."

It can be seen that his expression is very excited. Goodbye, Yang Lin is already the commander of the first army. When he went south, he was a light cavalry under Xin Xingzong's command. Someone in the court is really important to these frontier troops of the Song Dynasty up.

Yang Lin pointed to the side, and said: "Pull up a stool, come eat meat, Lao Liu, you come too."

Liu Zhongwu and Han Shizhong looked at each other, and each brought a short man over, and the four of them roasted the leg of lamb around the fire.

Yang Lin took two bites and said, "This is your battlefield, but mine is not here. Now that you're here, I can go back to Bianliang."

The hearts of the two were shocked, and they thought Yang Lin was talking about a battle in the court, and it was said that Shaozai and Liang Shicheng's feud had reached the point of endless death.

Especially the beating of Wang Fu this time made Liang Shicheng even more bitter. Wang Fu left the center of power in Bianliang and was cut to pieces on the way. His enemies are all over the world, and no one knows who Whoever made the move, but the account must be settled on Yang Shaozai's head.

Not to mention, there is also a Grand Master Cai Jing whose relationship is like an enemy or a friend. Yang Shaozai said that his battlefield is not here, which is really reasonable.The battle at the top of those temples is a height that they have not been able to reach.

Yang Lin sprinkled some salt, watching the oil dripping from the leg of lamb, he didn't expect the generals under his command to be so thoughtful.

His so-called battlefield is not here, but refers to the Jurchen Tartars in the north, and the Khitan whose buildings are about to collapse.

There will be the top priority of the world's general trend in the next ten years, the center of the whirlpool where the wind and clouds will turmoil.

As one of the three forces, Song Dynasty has not yet participated in it, and if it is too late, it will lose its opportunity.

Han Shizhong glanced at Yang Lin, and found that his eyes were deep, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and he didn't say a word, so he waited silently for him to speak.

Turning the mutton leg, Yang Lin said: "Now that we are meeting here, all the tribes in Tubo will definitely surrender. Few of these people are sincere, and most of them are for the preservation of wealth.

After I left, you seized Tsomo Living Buddha, publicized his theory of reincarnation, firmly controlled him, and wiped out all other Buddhism in Tubo.

There must be only one sect of Buddhist Esotericism, otherwise the war in Tubo will never stop. "

Han Shizhong nodded, then thought of something else, hesitated for a moment and asked: "In this way, I'm afraid many people will die. The followers of those sects are very loyal and blind."

Yang Lin's eyes turned cold, he glared at him, and reprimanded: "A general who leads troops to fight, is it necessary to be afraid of the local foolish people? If not, just kill this generation. After the past few generations, this land will be full of Cuomo reincarnations." A loyal follower of the Living Buddha."

Ignorance is never an excuse for crimes, and it is not enough to be the reason for them to resist the imperial court. If the Song Dynasty gave the local slaves freedom and could not let them enjoy the relatively loose rule of the Song Dynasty, then they can only use the blade to completely eliminate the stubborn diseases here. cut off.

Han Shizhong was shocked. Yang Shaozai's words seemed ordinary, but there was endless killing intent hidden in them.

Tubo will become the second Dali, and even the process of conquering this place will be more bloody than Dali.

Back then, I was leaning on the tree trunk and scolding Duan Zhengchun with my brothers, but now I want to play his role.

A sneer came, Han Shizhong looked up, and Shaozai was staring at him, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "If you can't do it, get out as soon as possible, and I will pick a few more able ones."

No one knows better than Han Shizhong the importance of having a backer. In his early career in the Western Army, he made countless military exploits but did not receive even one promotion.

His credit was either concealed or falsely claimed, his head was pinned to his belt, and he worked hard to earn a few rewards. To put it bluntly, the life of a soldier is not as valuable as mutton these days.

Feeling turbulent in his heart, Han Shizhong stood up, patted the soil on his body, clasped his fists, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Young Master, you will surely fulfill your mission in the end."

The chill on Yang Lin's face disappeared, he stood up and patted his shoulder with oily palms, grinning and said: "Po Han Wu, you are the best general I have ever seen, don't let me down."

Hearing this, Han Shizhong was a little at a loss, and then his whole body was shocked.

It's hard to restrain the excitement in my heart. My muddle-headed military career has improved only when I met Shao Zai. So I Po Han Wu has such a status in his heart.

In the eyes of the ancients, it is not empty talk that a scholar should die for his confidant.

I was born in a popi in Han Wuxiang, and I have a whole body of problems, except for getting a good relationship in the Western Army, I have been doing nothing for so many years, and I have not earned anything.

It's rare that Shao Zai looks at me with such green eyes, what else can I say, I will help him to calm down this Tubo.

When Yang Lin said these words, he didn't expect that he would touch Han Shizhong so much. He was just telling the truth.

Who is Han Shizhong, the best general in the contemporary era? It's not a lie. If he is just a conscientious coach, Han Shizhong is a natural handsome talent.

His eyes are as sharp as an eagle's, and he can see the situation on the battlefield clearly from several miles away; with a boldness, fifty people dare to break into Fangla's lair; With a hard bow, he can ride a strong horse, and has high martial arts skills.

What's more, he is bold and careful, with an easy-to-use brain, and he is more accurate than anyone else in grasping fleeting fighter opportunities.

If anyone can compare with it in the Song Dynasty today, it can only be Zongze of Hejian Mansion.

Yang Lin wiped his hands, took a few sips from the wine bag, and said, "You've eaten enough, Lu Qian, get ready to go."

Lu Qian smiled, got up and directed the guards of the Long Live Battalion to prepare to set off, while he led Yang Lin's horse over.

Looking back, all the generals in the battalion were staring at him, Yang Lin chuckled lightly and said, "This officer has repaired this mess and handed it over to you, if anything goes wrong, don't blame me for turning my face and denying anyone."

Liu Zhongwu said with a smile: "Young master, please rest assured, wait for us to return to Bianliang after victory."

With a loud laugh, Yang Lin slapped his whip, and under the guard of the Longevity Camp, he was about to leave Qinlong from Hehuang and return to Kaifeng Mansion.

Chapter 3 Twelve Hezhou Town

In front of the small town on the outskirts of Hezhou, a light rain pattered, making the road even more muddy.

When spring arrives outside the Great Wall, the chill is expected to be chilly, and the drizzle is like ice sleet, which makes people feel uncomfortable all over.

"What the hell place!" Yang Lin was full of complaints, and slapped the dirt on his body vigorously, "Even his mother's soil is red, walking over the mud is like walking around a pile of dead people, bad luck."

"What Shao Zai said is that this small place is really not worthy of the status of Shao Zai. Let's go to Xiazhou quickly. Come to the northwest, how can we not experience the customs of Qiang girls?"

The person who spoke had a flattering look, he didn't take his status as the commander of the guards and troops seriously, and he turned out to be the third son of Taiwei Gaoqiu, Gao Gang in the Yamen.

Yang Lin smiled knowingly, and said: "What you said won my heart. Let me tell you that beauties in the world have their own styles, and Qiang women are actually the best among them, and they can be called the best. Thirdly, Uighur daughters, it is said that they also have a different flavor. .I was in Tubo a few days ago, so I don’t want to talk about the Tibetan girl.”

Gao Shan quickly picked up Thumbs, and praised: "As expected of Shaozai, I often tell people that Yang Shaozai is not only a person who appreciates flowers, but also a person who understands flowers. It is said that he is a real celebrity, who is a beauty?" Meeting such a great man as Shao Zai is the blessing she has cultivated in several lifetimes."

Yang Lin chuckled, but didn't expose him, there was a reason for Gao Shan's flattery, this kid was brought to the Northwest by his father, and the intention was obvious, it was because of his military exploits.

It is no secret that Tubo will soon be included in the Song Dynasty. The divided Tubo is eager to attach a powerful country. If the Song Dynasty was not weak a few years ago and Dali was separated from Xixia, countless Tubo tribes would have surrendered.

A hundred years of war and internal strife can't be tolerated by individuals, not to mention that there are countless small tribes here.

Gao Shan came to take credit for his achievements, but he didn't dare to go to the front line. It is said that he was carried down when he reached the plateau, and he was reduced to a momentary laughing stock.

This is very likely to be altitude sickness, and Gao Yanei may not be just pretending.

Yang Lin knew that Gao Qiu's energy was not small, so there was no need to compete with him on it. After all, Gao Shan had a good relationship with him. At most, he just mixed up his name in the credit book, and he couldn't share the big credit.

Gao Gang himself was a little guilty, after all, it was Yang Lin who was in charge of subduing Tubo this time, and Shao Zai was the one who protected his weaknesses. He came to make military achievements by himself, although it would not affect the credit of Han Shizhong and Liu Zhongwu, it could be regarded as taking advantage of them.