The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 261

In this world, it was the officials sent by Song Dynasty who treated them as human beings for the first time.

The two groups of Tubo reinforcements were overwhelmed by numbers, and stopped by a strange cavalry with high morale. The left wing first began to collapse, and many people were beaten to the edge of the Nu River, with no way to retreat.

Zhang Shuye ordered the whole army to shoot all the feather arrows in their hands as quickly as possible, and then drew out their swords and went down the mountain.

The foreign reinforcements have not yet arrived on the battlefield, and they are frustrated again and again, and the time Shang Keyi won is all wasted.

The cavalry of his headquarters plunged into the large formation of the imperial army and was surrounded and consumed, so they could not have an effective impact on the main formation of the Song army.

Yang Lin's heart was already in his throat at this time. Compared with the last time he commanded the army to attack Fang La, it was much more exciting and tense.

This has nothing to do with the situation on the battlefield. With almost no battle experience, it is inevitable that he will be a bit generous. Some people are born handsome, and it is obvious that Yang Lin does not belong to this group of people.

Seeing that the situation was clear, Yang Lin finally let out a long sigh of relief. The smell of blood on the battlefield gradually became stronger. Even on the Gaogang observation deck behind, Yang Lin could smell the disgusting smell of blood.

"The reserve troops of the rear army pressed up from the flanks and completely defeated the Fan people."

After giving an order, Liu Zhongwu shouted loudly, and personally led his troops to press up from the flanks.

Facing the condescending attack of the Song army and the Wuman cavalry, the Tubo people also wanted to avoid it, but at this time the banks of the Nu River were already very congested, and people had nowhere to hide.

"Ah!" The cavalryman among the Fan soldiers yelled in pain, and was stabbed in the back by a pawn with a gun.Then more infantry rushed up from the surroundings, and quickly dragged the stopped cavalry off the horse, and soon disappeared, leaving only a burst of screams.

More Tubo soldiers were driven into the rushing water, and soon disappeared.

This battle was fought from morning to sunset, and no less than [-] Tubo elite soldiers were completely defeated.

They didn't know the situation of the Song army, but the Song scouts knew their formation well. It was ridiculous that Shang Keyi and others still looked at the Song army with old eyes, and they would inevitably be defeated if they underestimated the enemy.

Sometimes, the battlefield that decides tens of thousands of lives and deaths depends only on the incompetence of the coach and his failure to do his job well.

Yang Lin knew that he was not a handsome man who could command thousands of troops, so he worked conscientiously. Before starting a battle, he carefully sorted out the possible situations, sent a large number of spies and scouts, and set up an attractive reward system to boost morale.

Without an amazingly talented commander, it was a matter of course to win this battle. The humiliation that Yixue Wang Fu brought to the Southern Front Army of the Song Dynasty made the mighty Shang Keyi kneel down and beg for surrender.

The Song army took advantage of the trend and occupied Laligang, Jinben City, and Warong Village along the Nujiang River.

The setting sun stretched into a long red line, as if the sky was on fire, and Yang Lin ordered the three Tubo generals and monks beheaded by the riverside of the Nujiang River, and their bodies were pushed into the Nujiang River.

Set up altars along the Nujiang River to avenge the countless dead bones on the road and sacrifice their spirits in heaven.

On this day, the Southern Army of the Great Song Dynasty frightened all the tribes of Tubo with their achievements, and swore with the heads of the leaders of the three tribes that anyone who resisted would die, and early surrender would preserve wealth.

Chapter 3: The Real Man of Chiyang Fights the Living Buddha

After Yang Lin won, he received news from the northern line that Han Shizhong had reached the Canglan River.

The two armies are separated by three days' journey. The north and south lines are about to meet in advance, and then according to the original plan, they will join forces to attack the southwest and completely conquer Tubo.

As the sun goes down, I walk in the lair of the monks and nuns. The aboriginal people here do not have actual towns, and most of them live scattered around.

In Laligang, there are mostly monks in the temple. A majestic and majestic temple stands in the wilderness of the plateau, which is particularly magnificent.

Looking at this temple, Yang Lin couldn't help but feel a little vigilant in his heart. Religious regimes tend to corrupt faster than imperial power, because they can fool the people openly.

Numerous Abbess dedicated their lives and even generations of efforts to build this temple for their monks.

I live in a low mud house, and my family struggles to survive, all they want is peace of mind.

But those monks who live in tall temples, are they really paying homage to the Buddha?The secular desire for power has eroded their hearts. There are several temples full of eminent monks, and they are not fighting with each other endlessly. For more people, slaves and other tribes and temples kill each other.

There are more than a dozen Buddhist sects in the small Tubo, who are jealous of each other and wish to kill each other.

There are really temples composed of monks who have no desires and no desires. I am afraid that in the century-old struggle, there will be no leftovers left.

The melting gold of the setting sun, hanging at the back of the temple, has already fallen halfway down.

Yang Lin smiled and said, "Let's go and meet the eminent monks in the temple."

More than 1000 soldiers of the Long Live Battalion surrounded him and came to the mountain gate of the temple.

The gate of the mountain opened slowly, and several monks gave them bad looks, but they did not stop them. They should have received orders from the senior monks not to resist.

Lu Qian opened the way ahead, and the guards lined up. While sending Yang Lin into the temple, they occupied every intersection, and even the gates were guarded by their own people.

Hundreds of personal guards drove all the monks in the temple to the courtyard, while Yang Lin went straight to the center of the temple. When he gradually approached the towering hall, he was even more surprised. Majestic, but he never imagined that the scale of this temple is so grand.

The entire mountain has become the backyard of the temple, and the splendid buildings with golden walls stand on the mountain. From a distance, it seems that the back mountain is also a temple, and it is still under construction.

In Tubo, the mansion of the living Buddha is called "nangqian". The size of the nangqian varies according to the height of the living Buddha, and the size of the nangqian also depends on the number of believers and whether the property is generous. Thinking of it, there is a big Buddha here.

The living Buddha's pocket is divided into the upper courtyard, the middle courtyard, and the lower courtyard. The scale is grand and luxurious. There are only one upper courtyard, there are three courtyards, and countless halls.

When we arrived at the living Buddha's backyard, several monks came out, stretched out their hands to stop them, and asked in Chinese: "How many people are here, why?"

After a big battle, Yang Lin didn't sleep for several nights. He wiped his eyes with his finger on the eye sockets and the bridge of his nose, and said, "Ask me?"

The few monks were different from ordinary Tubo people. They were tall and burly, with red faces, nodded and said: "Exactly."

"I always like to pay respects to the Buddha, take me to meet your Living Buddha."

The two monks looked at each other and said, "Let me go in and ask for instructions."

Yang Lin laughed, and said: "I don't think it's necessary, you just lead the way."

"This"

After hesitating for a moment, brushing, four or five knives were put on the necks of several people, which made several eminent monks tremble.

Several monks did not dare to put on a show anymore, so they led Yang Lin up the stairs on the left, and entered the main hall on the second floor. There were carved sandalwood screens in the room, on which were painted portraits of various Buddhist stories, and there were also sandalwood, rosewood Wooden tables and chairs.

If it weren't for the monks around, Yang Lin would have thought that in the mansion of a wealthy family in Bianliang, on the plateau of thousands of miles of wilderness, there would be a courtyard comparable to that of Bianjing.

A Living Buddha dressed in a dark red monk's robe was sitting upright behind the table. Judging from his appearance, he was only about twenty years old, with a thin figure and a handsome face. When he saw Yang Lin coming in, he smiled slightly, not afraid , waved to the side and said: "Sir, please sit down."

The monk next to him hurriedly introduced him, bowed with auspiciousness, and said with reverence: "This is our living Buddha Cuomo."

Yang Lin was taken aback by the fact that the Living Buddha was so young. He thought that only old monks here could be called Buddhas.

The young Living Buddha smiled and said, "Young Master doesn't know something. I am the reincarnation of the previous Living Buddha, so I look younger."

Yang Lin vaguely remembered that the system of reincarnated living Buddhas appeared in Tibetan Buddhism, it seems that it was not so early.

Unexpectedly, the small monks and nuns were so avant-garde, and they came up with this very compelling living Buddha reincarnation system early on.

Yang Lin chuckled: "I'm sorry, I'm the reincarnation of Chen Xingjun, the servant of Shenxiao Palace, the deputy head of the contemporary Shenxiao Taoist sect, and the real Chiyang."

Tulku Tulku Tsomo's eyelids twitched, but fortunately, his cultivation skills were deep enough, and he calmed down quickly, without the slightest change in his face, he smiled and said, "The young master came to our monks and nuns in Tubo, I don't know what it is? "