On the afternoon of May 18, Wang Yue and Ma Kuo officially set off.

Both of them were awarded the promotion as a reward for this act of righteousness. Ma was promoted to the same as Liu Qi's Hemen Xuanzansen, Wang Yue was promoted from the ninth rank to the ninth rank, and Chengxinlang became Cheng Zhonglang...

Upgrade three levels in a row.

His conviction Lang was the last level of the little envoy, Ma Kuo Chengjielang was the second to last, and Cheng Zhonglang now was the fourth to last, or fifth to the right. To be precise, it was a miscellaneous fish, at most it was a slightly larger miscellaneous fish. As long as it was a little envoy, they were all miscellaneous fish. The ambassador above the little envoy barely left the ranks of miscellaneous fish, but he was still very low. If he really reached a slightly more position, he would at least have the deputy envoys of the various departments, such as Liu Qi's Wu Yilang and Yang Zhi's Wu Gonglang.

Of course, this slightly more important position is compared to Wang Yue. In fact, in the eyes of the big guys, as long as they are still men, they will be miscellaneous fish.

Only then did the doctor completely get rid of the mixed fish.

Even the upgraded miscellaneous fish is not actually a real teaching, but a job leverage.

That is, Tong Guan used the blanks he carried to proclaim them to be appointed as the superior. Whether they were formally appointed by the court depends on the results of their affairs.

Generally no problem.

Of course they are rewarded for success.

They failed...

The court would not be reluctant to carve it on the tombstone for them.

Baigou Station.

"The wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold, and the hero will never return once he leaves!"

On the Jiehe Bridge at dawn, Wang Yue turned to look at the dark earth behind him, and waved goodbye as if he was thrusting...

"Go away now!"

Ma Kuo said speechlessly.

There was no one behind them, and even Liu Qi just sent them to Baigou Post. He returned to Xiongzhou last evening. They stayed in Baigou Post for a night before officially crossing the boundary river. On the other side of the bridge forward was the land of the Liao Kingdom. The Song and Liao dynasties were the boundary of the not-wide Juma River below.

Both sides have indeed been peaceful for 120 years.

During this period, except for the Liao Kingdom taking advantage of the war between Song and Western Xia, and blackmailing the two sides, there was never a war between the two sides before, and even the Song Dynasty was even relieved during the famine of the Liao Kingdom. Of course, bandits robbed the Song Dynasty's transport ships on the border river, which would not affect the peace between the two sides. Even if the robbery was a little more frequent, it can only be said that the public security in the Liao Kingdom was not good. After all, even if the Song Dynasty itself was on the side, there were deserters who robbed official ships who transported food.

"I just think this poem should be recited in this situation."

Wang Yue said.

After saying that, he looked at the side.

Fifteen soldiers recruited with heavy rewards were walking by with obvious fear.

This is the spirit that Wang Bing provided them with, and was inspired by the heavy reward, and because of his poem, he disappeared.

In addition to these, of course there is Wu Song, but Wu Song is still a monk, so there is no need to worry about being killed by Yelu Chun. After all, the Liao Kingdom also believes in Buddhism. A master like Wu Song, not to mention the Liao Kingdom, will not be a problem even if he goes to the Jurchens. At least there will be no problem in the official position. This is the advantage of the masters. He can save his life wherever he goes. As for meeting someone like Sun Erniang who runs a black shop, that is another matter, but if this is the case, Master Wu will not be a problem.

Wang Yue turned back with satisfaction and urged the horse forward with Ma Kuo.

Just over a dozen seconds later, they set foot on the land of the Liao Kingdom. In fact, there was a Baigou Station on the north bank of the Liao Kingdom, but no one was there. I guess I knew that the war was going to start, so I ran away. After walking for more than ten miles, I saw scattered farmlands. As the rising sun in the east gradually rose, the land in front of me became clear in their vision. The Liao Kingdom is not as popular as the Song Dynasty. It is sparsely populated, and most of them are weeds. The scattered villages I occasionally see are also dilapidated thatched houses, but some are grazing. I walked until the sun rose completely before I saw a city of rammed earth.

New City.

Before they could reach the city gate, several officials came out. After asking about their identities, they took them directly to the inn in the city while pedestrians on the roadside were watching curiously. The outside of the inn was quickly filled with people watching the fun...

"No one is calling us?"

Wang Yue said curiously.

The officials took them here and left, while the officials at the local inn just delivered food and did not communicate with them.

"When you are instructing your companion, ordinary local officials have no right to greet us."

Ma Kuo said while drinking tea.

I still drink santa here, and it is supplemented with ingredients. Wang Yue cannot drink this high-end tea.

"Han'er is just talking about Hu'er, but scolds Han people at the top of the city!"

Wang Yue sighed at the noisy crowd in front of the door.

Youyan and the Central Plains have been separated for nearly two hundred years. Although there is only one boundary river, the languages ​​on both sides are completely different. The south is more influenced by the Song Dynasty Mandarin, while the north is more influenced by Khitan dialect. Although the root of the root is still one language, it is more like two different dialects. Moreover, the eyes of these people pointing and pointing outside the door are not like looking at their compatriots, but more like looking at their enemies, full of vigilance, and there is no such thing as the Song Dynasty's grand lords expecting.

"Where is your announcement?"

Wang Yue said.

Ma Kuo immediately took out Tong Guan's announcement for him.

Wang Yue walked straight to the door with him.

"Where does this messenger come from?"

An old man in the crowd asked.

"The territory of the Han people!"

Wang Yue answered.

"Where do you want to go?"

Another asked.

“Xijincheng.

This official was ordered by the Grand Master of the Song Dynasty, the Grand Master of the Privy Council, and the Duke of Chu, Tong Guantong, the Duke of Chu, Hedong, Hebei, Shaanxi, and Hebei, to go on an envoy to Xijin, and told Yelu Chun to surrender to the Grand Master of the Song Dynasty as soon as possible.

Here is a list of the Tong Taishi’s announcement.”

Wang Yue said.

After saying that, he opened the announcement.

"Youyan is originally my realm..."

Amid the shocked eyes of the onlookers, he began to read the list, but the effect was not great. The people did not respond much. The whole 180 years were enough to erase the people's sense of identity with the Central Plains dynasty. Moreover, the Jurchens were still far away at this time, and they did not have any urgent pressure. The southern official system of the Liao Kingdom was not worse than that of the Song Dynasty in this era of bad luck. At least for the people, they agreed with the Liao Dynasty more than the Song Dynasty.

One hundred and eighty years.

We were all good servants in the 180th year of the Qing Dynasty!

"This is the country of etiquette in the Southern Dynasty? It is just a despicable villain who takes advantage of others' danger!"

A strong man in the crowd said contemptuously.

Several people next to him immediately followed and angrily accused the Song Dynasty of taking advantage of the dangers of the brothers' alliance.

Ma Kuo had already walked to Wang Yue's side, and he was stopped by Wang Yue just as he was about to speak.

Wang Yue looked at the man with a smile...

"I, the Song Dynasty, not only have etiquette, but also a pair of iron fists?"

He said.

The man was stunned for a moment.

Then there was a very joyful laughter.

"Song people's iron fist? Didn't they sleep in a daze and still in their dreams? When Zhao Guangyi fled in a donkey cart in a hurry, he didn't know where the iron fist was?"

He said.

The few beside him were also burst into laughter.

It is obvious that the Sorghum River Car God has become the iconic image of the Song Dynasty.

Wang Yue watched their performance quietly, continued to smile on his face, and then slowly raised his right fist...

"That's it!"

He said.

The next moment, he suddenly roared, and then punched the half-closed door next to it. It was no less powerful than Qi Buddhas. It instantly penetrated the wooden board of the door and penetrated out with splashing broken wood. The broken wood even hit the man. At the same time, the door opened inside violently hit the door frame, and even the entire gatehouse trembled violently in the impact, and the dust and even the soil were shaken.

There was a scream in front of the door.

Wang Yue pulled out his fist in the petrified gaze on the opposite side, but the next moment his left fist was blasted out and hit the door again. The door, which had already been damaged, was broken directly with the fall of the fist...

“That’s too.”

He said, holding his left fist.
Chapter completed!