The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 257

An altar has been set up here long ago, and the main purpose of coming to worship is to boost morale, and those who declare their military exploits will not be forgotten, so that the army will not be unwilling to fight to the death.

After all, for a meritorious person to end up in Zhang Shuye's end, he would feel chilled personally, and no one would be willing to forge ahead.

Yang Lin stepped up, stepping on the seven-star step, fluttering the dust whisk in his hand, muttering something in his mouth.

A little soldier at the bottom covered his mouth and smiled, "Look at Shao Zai, is this going to be a trick?"

The one next to him, who was slightly older than him, knocked on his forehead, and said in a low voice: "What do you know, Shaozai is the real person of Yanqing Guanchiyang, the deputy leader of Taoism, and he has the great way .”

These two soldiers turned out to be two brothers, the older brother was named Wu Jie, and the younger brother was named Wu Lin. They were both from Longgan County of the Deshun Army. They were originally two soldiers of the Western Army. Did not catch up and stayed here.

Wu Lin took a slap from his elder brother and looked left and right, but no one paid attention to them, so he said unconvinced: "I don't believe in these Buddhas and Taoisms, they are all fools."

Wu Jie was furious, and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!"

Wu Lin rolled his eyes, turned his head to look elsewhere, but the people around him looked at Yang Lin very devoutly.

"At that time, the God of Rescue Suffering filled the realms of the ten directions, and always used his majestic and divine power to rescue all sentient beings, so that they were freed from going astray. All sentient beings were unconscious, like seeing the sun and the moon blindly.

Yang Lin practiced day and night in Bianliang, and he is proficient in Taoism. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, he wants to save the undead who died unjustly, just for peace of mind.

The paper is fluttering, and the white flowers are swaying.He was chanting aloud, which alarmed the people below, but there was a Bai hunter family at the foot of the mountain. Zhang Shuye rolled down the mountain to save himself that day, and happened to hang in the bushes, and was rescued by the hunter.

Hearing Chinese now is not the same as what he said to the person he saved back then, but his family finally came to look for him.

Orion, who was chopping firewood, dashed down, dragged Zhang Shuye who didn't know why, and ran out, gesticulating with his hands all the time.

Zhang Shuye felt a little hurt from being dragged, and shouted: "What's the matter? Oh, slow down! It's not too late to promote the Han style here. After the official is out, I should play the Holy Master, vigorously yell, slow down."

Orion has a strong body, and he carried him on his shoulders impatiently, but he walked like flying while carrying a person in the jungle.

In the forest in spring, everything came back to life, Zhang Shuye was very excited about this situation, but he was a little uncomfortable because of the shock, he just kept shouting: "Slow down, slow down."

It’s so hard to die, this sentence comes out of his mouth with a Kaifeng accent, which is a bit similar to the Bai people’s "Hurry up, hurry up."

Orion bared his teeth and smiled, showing off his abilities, just like the elves in the forest, swift as a deer.

Halfway up the mountain, Yang Lin had reached the last paragraph of a scripture. He let out a long sigh and said loudly: "The soul rises and falls, and the wind returns to its hometown. At this moment, the soul breaks tears. Even if it is farewell, the soul returns. !"

As soon as the words were finished, all the people below were crying, suddenly a figure jumped out from below, Lu Qian's eyes were about to burst, he drew his sword in his hand and it was too late to get on the altar, so he just shouted violently: "There is an assassin!"

Everyone was below, and they could clearly see a thin man in strange clothes, carrying a middle-aged man in ragged clothes, standing in front of the stage, not knowing what to say.

On his back, Zhang Shuye recognized Yang Lin at a glance, and said happily, "Sir?"

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"I am convinced. After I go back, I will also find a Taoist temple, hoping to understand life and death for the rest of my life." Wu Lin muttered like a demon.

Wu Jie laughed and scolded angrily: "You idiot, didn't you say everything, it means that Zhang Zhifu didn't fall to his death."

"So many people watched, and Yang Shaozai said that he had returned with a soul, and a messenger sent Zhang Shuye back. Shaozai was modest and refused to show a miracle, so he excused that Zhang Zhifu didn't fall to his death. Brother, you don't understand this. Is it?"

Wu Jie didn't bother to argue with him, strode to keep up with the team, and rushed towards Yangyibai City.

Yang Lin and the others rode their horses and went back a long time ago, including Zhang Shuye who had seen the light of day again.

After he was rescued, he was afraid of being chased by Wang Fu, so he never dared to show up.

Yang Lin was in a very happy mood, and dragged Zhang Shuye to his small courtyard. After entering, there was a sand table at the door.

Zhang Shuye nodded inwardly, Wang Fu came here and only knows how to drink and have fun every day, he is also a high-ranking official who is close to the imperial court, his background as the number one scholar is different.

Yang Lin excitedly ordered to go down and buy some food and wine, and he wanted to welcome Zhang Shuye.

When I came back to Dali this time, it was a surprise and a good start.

I hope that the battle of Tubo can be completed smoothly. I don't have time to stay here for a long time. If it becomes a quagmire of war, such as Sui's conquest of Korea and Tang's conquest of Nanzhao, it will be over.

Affecting the soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty here, or promoting the integration and unity of the Tubo tribes, are all disastrous consequences.

The battle in the north is estimated to have started immediately at this time, even if the winter in the north ends late, it will not drag on for too long.

The first battle between Liao and Jin was bound to cause heaven and earth to shatter, and a race would be reduced from then on.

The land of Youyan, the gateway to the Central Plains, and the danger of the Great Wall, sooner or later more people will come back.No matter who wins, Da Song will join the battle.

A table of banquets, the sacrifice turned into a night banquet, Yang Lin entertained Zhang Shuye, and then carefully asked every detail of the night battle that day.

"The Tubo army is lax, and they are especially weak in nighttime combat. Most of them are greedy for money and afraid of death. Few of them are willing to fight to the death for the lord." Yang Lin said in a calm voice. This is the information he got from Zhang Shuye.

Zhang Shuye nodded and said: "Tubo killed each other. After fighting for 200 years, the heart has been lost. Except for the brave monks, other soldiers may not die for their lords. If they can divide them, don't fight But peace is the best policy."

Yang Lin smiled lightly and said, "First fight a few beautiful battles to build up your prestige, and kill the barbarian's spirit, otherwise there will always be people who are lucky and resist the heavenly soldiers."

These words were said with a smile, but there was a clank sound, which made Zhang Shuye very heartbroken.

Fighting with such a person is the battlefield that men yearn for when they are young. The struggle in the Central Plains is between Di and Rong.Husband Quartet Chronicles, Anke Ci solid poverty.

Then Wang Fu, what the hell!

Chapter 3 and Five

Dali produces horses, but they are not handsome enough, and their horse armor is much worse than that of the Tartars in the north.

Half of the combat power of the heavy cavalry fighting in the north is on the horses. These handsome dragon horses are heavily armored and have long strength, so they can charge and fight repeatedly.

The big horses used by the Kingdom of Jin, which grew up in extremely cold places, were extremely valuable tributes when the Liao people were at their heyday, and the current ones will certainly not be paid tribute to the Khitan people.

The Liao Kingdom is a country of iron and steel. The level of manufacturing armor and weapons is at least as good as that of the Song Dynasty. The Jurchens are also good at forging iron.

Neither Tubo nor Dali had any of these, and there had never been any powerful barbarians invading from the south in history, and most of them were related to this.

Yang Lin inspected the troops who were training, and inspected the food and supplies along the way.

The so-called soldiers and horses have not moved, food and grass go first, and there is an old saying that workers must first sharpen their weapons if they want to do a good job. When a war is imminent, look at your own family first, so that you can know what you are doing.

There was no look in his eyes, and the surrounding generals followed closely behind him without saying a word.

On the school ground in the distance, a group of newly recruited black barbarians were practicing archery, surrounded by the Imperial Guards of the Song Dynasty laughing.

The Wuman's face was red and mixed, obviously in extreme embarrassment, Yang Lin moved slowly and moved closer.

The soldiers of the imperial army, seeing that the officers had arrived, all stood up straight, and put away the smiles on their faces.

Several Wu barbarians were dejected, holding the bow in their hands and didn't know what to say. Suddenly, a slightly stronger scar-faced young man stretched out his hand and pulled the horned bow and it broke in two.

Yang Lin thumped in his heart, what kind of innate power is this motherfucker, could it be that Wuman is so strong?It doesn't make sense, didn't he get beaten by Song Jiang and run around.