The war in Xijing was decided five years ago, and Cui Da led the merchants of the Song Dynasty to dig the cornerstone of the northwest rule of the Liao Kingdom.

People who hurt their motherland for personal purposes are not only specialties from the Song Dynasty, but also among the Khitans.

The hundreds of years of strength have created a group of proud Khitans, and at the same time, a large number of declining Liao Dynasty nobles.

If they had not lived a wealthy life before, they would be content with poverty and enjoy the word of mind. If they had a wealthy life before, that kind of memory would be deeply engraved on human bones, and they would like to retake it whenever they had the chance. For this reason, they would not hesitate to make a deal with the devil.

Things like patriotism belong to the people, and those with noble sentiments will never belong to all the rich. Under the premise of patriotism, they first consider their own interests, their own property safety, and whether they can continue to live a luxurious life.

There are very few rich people who have a wealth of wealth but are dedicated to considering the country. As long as one appears, both Han and barbarians will write a lot in their history.

The example of the kind of historical example of giving their own cattle to the enemy as a reward and then making the enemy think that the sneak attack failed and retreated in a hurry was absolutely invisible to the Liao Kingdom. Although the Liao people had a lot of cattle and sheep, they were more willing to exchange cattle and sheep for pearls and treasures from the Song people.

The merchants and wealthy people of the Liao Kingdom were easier to conquer than their army, so Cui Da attacked the Liao Kingdom much faster than Yun Zheng.

Chen Lin stayed in Yun Zheng's carriage and watched all day about Cui Da and the Song Dynasty merchants in Xijing, Liao Kingdom. He was so reluctant to put down the secret scrolls until he felt hungry. At this time, it was time to set up camp again.

There is nothing good in the army. It’s just a bowl of mutton soup and dried biscuits. From the commander to the soldiers, it’s just a few more cans of pickled fruits and some pickled vegetables of good color when you arrive at Yun Zheng.

Chen Lin hurriedly soaked the dry cakes in mutton soup and finished the meal, and then waited vigorously for Yun Zheng to finish the meal. He wanted to have a good talk with Yun Zheng about the battle situation in the northwest.

Yun Zheng pushed a can of sugar-shui peaches to Chen Lin and said, "I entered the grassland. I can't eat this thing. You are old and there is no need to learn from me to eat the same thing. If you are sick, things will be even more troublesome.

Chen Lin was so kind that he used a long-handled fork to eat fruit from a black porcelain jar-sized black porcelain jar, but the speed was still very fast. When Yun Zheng put down his bowl, he put the fork down. He dragged Yun Zheng back to the carriage, patted the scrolls on the short table and said, "Are all this true?"

Yun Zheng looked at Chen Lin and nodded, "Of course it's true. In fact, Xiao Dahu left Xijing, and the one who spoke in that city was Cui Da."

"Why don't we suddenly attack Xiao Dahu, why do we have to fight him in Baidengshan? In this way, our casualties will be very large."

Yun Zheng shook his head and said, "There are lands that have been left and the people have lost their lands. People who have been left and the people have lost their lands. This is an ancient truth. Now we need to understand this sentence in reverse.

If Xiao Dahu was just driven away and seized Xijing, there were still more than 300,000 troops, but who belonged to Xijing? Instead of fighting here every few days, it would be better to fight to determine the world and destroy the Liao people and leave us an empty Xijing.

There was no shortage of people in the Song Dynasty. Wang Anshi and the others were worried about the lack of land all day long. With such a large grassland, relying on the dense rivers here, how much food did they want?

The regaining of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun is not only a supplement to the border line of the Song Dynasty, but also a powerful tool to ease domestic conflicts.

Over the years, the rebellion of the people has never stopped. Although it has eased a little in the past two years, it is because the people are afraid of the army's encirclement and suppression. The anger is running below, and sooner or later it will break through the rocks on their heads and finally explode completely.

The most serious of these contradictions is actually the land contradiction. Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, the population has increased by more than five times in a hundred years, but the land has not increased. In addition, the wealthy people have merged the land of the people, so that the main body of the Song Dynasty used to pay taxes has decreased and fewer natural people, and the weak national strength is inevitable."

Chen Lin and Yun Zheng were breathing, suddenly asked, "Yun Shuai means to bring those people without land to the northwest? Who will cultivate the rich people's fields?"

Yun Zheng took a sip of water and smiled, "I care about so much. Anyway, when Wang Anshi was in Tokyo, he lost a lot of my family's fields. As long as there are people who cultivate their fields, other people's fields are barren and their fields are nothing to do. As long as the people have land to plant, the country has taxes."

Chen Lin threw down the scroll that was as guarded as a treasure in her hand and laughed: "Shishou Yun should leave this kind of thing to Wang Anshi. Anyway, he has a grudge against the rich, so it doesn't matter how hard he tossed."

Yun Zheng glanced at Chen Lin with his eyes slanted and said, "Why, I'm no longer worried about the war that is coming?"

Chen Lin's laughter suddenly stopped and she said awkwardly: "I am a military supervisor. You shouldn't hide many things from me."

Yun Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "Say it early? If you say it earlier, God knows what trouble will happen. I just arrived at Yanmen Pass and there were as many as 100,000 refugees behind me. I have to be careful."

After hearing Yun Zheng's words, Chen Lin smiled bitterly, then sat in the carriage again and carefully evaluated the situation facing Xijing. This was the most important thing for him.

The scouts rushed from afar in the face of the setting sun. As long as they looked at the fiery red flag behind him, everyone understood that the White Horse Army should have begun to fight with the Liao people at this time.

The Wild Foxkou on the south side of Baideng Mountain is a mountain pass that Li Dongchu must break through. Only by taking this mountain pass and firmly guarding it, Lang Tan's remnants of Baideng Mountain can he get out of this hole.

There was no barrier on the grassland, and Xiao Dahu naturally knew that the Song army had arrived. Faced with the extremely rude attack of the Song army, Xiao Dahu did not intend to let Li Dongchu easily enter Baideng Mountain. The camp established by the 300,000 army on the grassland was at least ten miles in radius.

This battle was a test for the Song army, and it was also a huge test for the Liao people. The Song army attacked the country with all its powers, and the Liao country could only deal with it. Therefore, under the strict order of Yelu Hongji, the nobles of the Liao Kingdom once again called on their own tribes and formed the largest army in the shortest time.

Therefore, in the Liao army, there were countless young people and old people. They were either old people who had already left the battlefield or young people who participated in the war for the first time. In Xiao Dahu's memory, this was the first time in Liao Kingdom.

The north wind blew, and the earth was vast. A snowflake fell from the air, falling on Hiramulun's face, turning into a cold. The steel knife in his hand tightened, and the cold texture came from his fingertips, making him feel at ease.

At the end of the wilderness, there was a faint black line squirming. It was the cavalry of the Song people. However, the slow speed made Xilamulun, who had been determined to become a cavalry since childhood, look down on him very much.

The black line slowly changed in the distance, and finally turned into a thick front-array formation.

Is it finally coming? A faint calmness floated on the corner of Xila Mulun's mouth, and finally tightened his belt, took off the smooth wooden round shield on his back and slapped it on his right forearm. This was a gift left to him by his grandfather. It was said that it was seized from the Song people. He had used it for decades and had never had a crossbow arrow to come to him.

The Song people cannot ride horses, and the only thing they can do is crossbow arrows and gunpowder bullets. As long as they can withstand these two waves of attacks by the Song people, once they start to fight hand in hand, the weak Song army is as easy to deal with as silly roe deer. These words are said by the veterans, and Xila Mulun doesn't understand why the veterans ran away to form a team alone? Do they say that they look down on their own group of new recruits?

Xilamulun was very dissatisfied and prepared to kill two Song people to see the crowd of people in the world. Grandpa said that as long as the leader Song army was killed, the remaining Song army would run away immediately.

The sound of weapons being sheathed, gasping, and metal hitting sounds. Countless people like Hilarumun began their final preparations before the war. The fierce cold wind blew their furs, forming a rolling gray wave.

The group of people in the world actually raised their shields. Their shield formed a room with high and low ends on the top of their heads. In Xilamulun's eyes, this shield array was more like a turtle shell. Such a timid veteran made Xilamulun and others sincerely look down on her.

The cavalry of the Song people ran too slowly. They even said that they were not running, but were walking on horseback. There were a lot of people, but the speed was too slow. Such a cavalry formation did not need to form a dense defensive team to deal with it. Some brave new recruits even put away their shields, held long swords in their hands, and were ready to rush out at any time. I heard that the Song army’s best skills were not attacking, but escaping.

This time, the king's military merits promised were very generous. A head of the Song army could be exchanged for a bucket of wheat and two sheep.

When Shiramulun was also about to put away the wooden shield, he suddenly came out of the world hiding in the turtle shell in the distance, dragging the inexplicable Shiramulun into the turtle shell. Before entering, Shiramulun was blushed by the mocking eyes of the recruits.

Just as he was about to push away the world, Shilamulun heard a burst of screams. This sound was so loud that it completely covered the curse he had just spitted out.

"Bound arrow! Squat down and raise the shield!" Shiliwuli's hissing sound roared in Xilamulun's ear, but unfortunately the sound could only be heard very close.

After the crossbow arrows rose to high, they began to fall down like countless meteors falling from the sky. The Song people's crossbow arrows were still carrying fire!

The sound of crossbow arrows hitting the shield on the shield immediately sounded on the shield. This sound was very familiar to Shiramulun, just like the sound of hail as big as eggs hitting the cowhide tent when it was hail that year. (To be continued.)
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