Outside the military camp, Wang Zhen was cursing and leading a team of people to clean up the newly captured city.

In the areas where the Song and Liao dynasties met, there were often such self-armed fortresses, such as Xujiazhuang in Mizhou.

A soldier sighed and said: "I thought this order was to attack Youyan, but I didn't expect it was just to clean up these small fish and shrimps."

Wang Chen said in a deep voice: "Shut up, you can't point fingers at the affairs of the ministers and the deputy marshal."

The soldier immediately laughed and said: "Commander Wang, please calm down. I am also eager to make contributions. I am different from these thieves. All their relatives are dead, and I still have a younger sister."

My sister has been taking care of my mother-in-law at home. She has worked hard all these years and has yet to find her husband's family. After the war, I can earn some bounty and go back to buy her a dowry, then I can put my worries aside."

An older soldier next to him laughed and said: "Wang Liu, your girl is not bad. She is well-known in the local area for being diligent and virtuous. It just so happens that my wife also died in the war, so how about she be my successor."

"What you said is like farting!"

Wang Chen laughed and scolded: "You guys are a bunch of bad guys, stop making noise. Hey, what is that?"

Everyone followed the sound and saw a group of people walking from the other side of the Baigou River. Their bodies were fully armored and there was no sign of fighting. The contrast with their own group was obvious.

Wang Zhen immediately became alert and said: "Get ready to meet the enemy."

Wang Liu glared and said, "That seems to be our Song Army."

The people on the opposite side slowly approached, and when everyone saw it, they were indeed the Song Army, wearing the uniforms of Shaozai's bodyguard Long Live Battalion.

"Tsk tsk, look at what he is wearing. Just that armor and weapons are worth the entire wealth of a rich man in our county."

The equipment of the Long Live Battalion is indeed expensive. Except for the guards of Xujiazhuang, a local tycoon in Mizhou, no one has more luxurious individual equipment than theirs.

The set on Wang Zhen's body was obtained from the treasury of Long Live Camp, and he has always regarded it as a treasure.

A good pair of armor is the most rare thing. You don't know how many lives you will save on the battlefield. It is a priceless treasure for soldiers.

Wang Zhen's expression changed, and he thought to himself that he was wondering what the men and horses of the Long Live Battalion were doing on the other side of the river. The people came closer slowly, and the leader was Old Man Zhu, who was close to Shao Zai. He smiled and said hello: "Wang Zhen

Brother, did you just finish attacking the stronghold?"

Wang Zhen nodded and asked: "Zhu Yuhou, who are you?"

Old Man Zhu laughed loudly and said, "Young Master has some private instructions. Let our brothers do it."

After saying that, he waved goodbye and left the place. Wang Zhen's men continued to escort groups of prisoners back to the camp.

"It's strange. They went to the other side, and they were all dressed up with no injuries at all. What were they doing?"

Jun Han Wang Liu smiled a little obscenely, stepped forward and said with a low voice: "There are some villages on the other side of the river that secretly give gifts to the deputy marshal. I have seen them, and there are a few sweet-smelling and delicate girls in there. Their faces are sure to make water flow when pinched.

Such generous gifts are most likely due to disrespect. After those girls were favored, they made some requests, and it was reasonable for the deputy marshal to send people to their villages to run errands."

Wang Chen nodded when he heard this. When he thought of Yang Lin's reputation in Bianliang, he immediately believed the military man's conclusion even more and stopped thinking about it.

In the distance, Old Man Zhu wiped his sweat after walking some distance and cursed: "Didn't Lu Qian say that there is no one now? Why would a Wang Zhen appear here? We secretly transport supplies to Liao Dog. If we are caught,

, I don’t have a good look on my face. I’d say it’s a punishment, but I can’t stand it with my old face. Collaboration with the enemy is the most shameful crime.”

Several people quickly raised their fingers to their lips to signal him to shut up, and continued to return to camp with their heads lowered.

On the other side of the river, Yelu Dashi saw that he had indeed received the supplies from the Song people. There was no joy on his face, but he sighed.

The guard in front laughed and said: "The Southern Barbarians are so stupid that they actually sent supplies to us. It seems that these people who are fighting and killing each other also want to get Youyan back from us? Bah!"

Several of Yelv Dashi's guards laughed heartily and stepped forward to touch bags of grain and bundles of arrows, with smiles on their faces.

Yelu Dashi said in a deep voice: "Shut up, everyone, and transport the things back. No one is allowed to reveal the slightest bit of information."

His prestige was so strong that the guards around him put away their smiles and concentrated on their work.

Yelu's eyes were raised on the big stone, and there was a gloomy energy in his heart that could not be released. Did this little Yang Lin regard the Khitan as a knife in his hand again?

He said that he was providing supplies for us to kill Tong Guan. If he were an ordinary marshal of the Song Dynasty, he might believe it. But Yang Lin and Yelu Dashi had met him three times and had seen through it. This person would not do this kind of business at all.

Yang Lin's son found such a reason to get rid of his political opponents just casually. The real purpose, Yelu Dashi, couldn't see clearly. Isn't it just that he hopes that both us and the Jurchen Tatars will suffer losses, so that this guy can take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of Youyan.

Thinking of this, Yelu Dashi snorted coldly and thought to himself that you look down on the Khitan men so much that you think we will not be able to defeat the Jurchens, and will we beg for surrender in the end?

In this case, I will let you, Yang Lin, see if Yelu Dashi can beat the Jurchens!——

"He can't beat him."

In the small courtyard of Hejian Mansion, Yang Lin said firmly while smashing walnuts: "It's not that I look down on Yelu Dashi. He is no match for the Jurchens in the field. After the Khitan people suffered, they could only defend the city. They lost

Without the support of Yelu Yanxi, every dead soldier will be one less soldier, and every arrow shot will be short, and there will be no supplement. By then, it will not be like this walnut, held in my hand."

Yin Muhong twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Young Master, why are you so sure? If you guess wrong, the situation will no longer be under your control."

Yang Lin took out the smashed walnuts, blew the crumbs into the palm of his hand, and put them into Zhe Huanxiang's hands. The latter's eyes widened with a smile, and he held them with both hands.

Yang Lin stood up and said with a smile: "Not in control? Even if Yelu Dashi has the ability to turn the sky and defeat the Jurchen Tatars, he will suffer heavy losses. Does he have the ability to deal with my 180,000 elite soldiers?

In turn, he was defeated by the Jurchens and was invincible in heaven and on earth. At the last moment, this man would not sit still and wait for death.

Surrendering to our Song Dynasty was his last choice. A hero would not kill himself in Wujiang River. Yelu Dashi was a hero.

Our Song army has rich experience in defending the city, abundant supplies in the rear, and complete equipment. If the Jurchen Tatars are equipped with two wings each, they will never be able to fly over Youyan's city wall."

Yin Muhong thought for a moment, but still felt that this matter was a bit risky. After all, he had no historical experience in later generations, and his understanding of this war was not as thorough as that of Yang Lin.
Chapter completed!