Different from the national identity of the Han people, there was no national consciousness in Europe at this time.

The common people were loyal to their vassal nobles, and then took the nobles' food, fought for them, farmed for them, and served them.

This state of no identity existed until the French Revolution, when the king was beheaded and there were no nobles or kings to vassal, and the people began to think about who they belonged to.

So the French had their national flag, national emblem and national anthem, and this sense of national identity was spread to every corner of Europe by Napoleon's army.

If Yelu Dashi knew that the so-called Hundred-Nation Alliance Army that he said he was afraid of was actually a collection of more than a hundred small forces, each with its own command, and was a pure mob, he would probably regret coming from Fuliao City.

After a period of intense preparations for war, the spies from afar sent back news that the so-called Allied Forces of One Hundred Nations would not exceed 200,000 in total and were very loose.

Moreover, these people seemed to be here to loot the west and had no intention of continuing the eastward expedition.

In the imperial city of Constantinople, Yelu Dashi was sitting on a white chair, looking at the secret letter in his hand, with veins on his face.

The feeling of being humiliated made him so angry that he almost killed himself, which was no different from a coward.

He slapped the table, and all the officials below raised their heads. Yelu Dashi stood up and said: "Open the royal treasury in this city, send out a group of light cavalry, carry the treasures, pretend to be defeated, discard the treasures and turn back. We are in the west of the city.

Set up an ambush in the mountains."

Yelu Xian was a little disapproving and said: "Your Majesty, with such a simple trick to lure the enemy, will they come?"

"They will definitely come." Yelu Dashi did not worry about the IQ and military discipline of these people at all, and said disdainfully: "And they will come very soon."

How could the ministers below know what Yelu Dashi was thinking at this time? He felt that he had made a series of preparations for a sick chicken and wanted to fight it. The chicken knew nothing about it. This pair of Yelu Dashi, who claimed to be a hero,

, is a huge insult.

The person who insulted him happened to be himself, so he had nowhere to vent his anger.

Aguda and Yang Lin, whom he regarded as his life-long enemies, were in the east. They fought so hard that the earth was shattered, the wind and clouds rolled, the mountains and rivers changed color, and heroes emerged in endlessly, but here he was trying to scare himself.

After giving the order, a stern look flashed in Yelu Dashi's eyes. Since they took the initiative to come to the door, they would build a huge empire here this time.

The envoys sent to the Song Dynasty before had probably not arrived yet, so Yelu Dashi ordered to select a few envoys from here to go to the Song Dynasty.

Yelu Dashi was making arrangements when suddenly Xiao Baobao came forward and whispered a few words in his ear.

Yelu Dashi flicked his sleeves and said: "How can a man be greedy for women if his ambition is to conquer the world?" At this point, he suddenly laughed and said: "Send it to the Song Dynasty to kill the ambitions of the people of the Song Dynasty."

With just this sentence, the Byzantine noble girls imprisoned in the imperial city were all sent to the Song Dynasty as gifts——

Xingzhou, originally called Xingqing Mansion, was the old capital of Xixia.

Now that Yang Lin has re-determined the sphere of influence here, there are more Uighurs, and most of the parties have moved eastward to the Yinxia area.

At the gate of the city, Song Jiang led his people to greet Yang Lin. Now the Baiyu River area has suppressed the Jin people to the east, and it is difficult for them to take care of the Moxi grassland.

After returning to the grassland, Hebule's remnant army lost its foundation and found it difficult to compete with the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses from the northwest.

The situation is excellent, the subjugation of the grasslands is just around the corner, and many tribes have already begged for surrender through the Kelie tribe.

Yang Lin got out of the carriage. The weather was already a bit cold now, especially in the northwest.

He was wearing a light gray fur coat and a plain hat. As soon as he got out of the carriage, a cold wind blew in his face.

Yang Lin shivered from the cold, and a pair of white jade hands behind him covered him with a cloak.

Suina stood behind him, not afraid of the cold at all, and still a little excited. Her carefully permed wavy hair set off her delicate snow-white face, looking at Yanran, bright and beautiful, and she was worthy of being

Flowers of the prairie.

Song Jiang stood under the car with a smile and said: "Young Master's calculations, Song Jiang is convinced, I didn't expect such a result!"

His face was flushed, his body looked a little bloated because of his clothes, and his eyes were narrowed. He had obviously received the grassland war report.

Yang Lin nodded and said: "The Jurchens are in a hurry for a decisive battle and do not have enough time to subdue the Mongolian tribes. This is their biggest hidden danger. Now that we have discovered it and seized on this shortcoming to fight fiercely, the gain and loss of the grassland will be this battle."

The winning hand."

After saying that, Yang Lin jumped off the carriage and reached out to help Suina down.

In fact, Suina came from Qiqiang in Hengshan, but she is not squeamish at all, and her movements of mounting and dismounting are more skillful and graceful than Yang Lin's.

However, it was rare for the man in front of her to love her so much, so of course Suina smiled and let him help her get out of the carriage.

Yang Lin walked and chatted with Song Jiang, followed closely by the guards around him. Yang Lin's camp was in the west of Xingzhou City, and it could be reached within a few steps.

When Tong Guan captured Xingqing Mansion, he killed so many people that the whole city was almost full of dead bodies.

The feud between Song and Xia has lasted for hundreds of years, and the entire Western Army has a blood feud. If they enter the old enemy's lair, they will certainly not show mercy.

However, in order to promote humanity, the imperial court did not mention the killings of the Song army at all. In fact, there were not many Tuoba clan members left.

Now the party members under Yang Lin are the Hengshan Qiqiang. The Hengshan Qiqiang have been oppressed by the Tuoba clan for hundreds of years. Yang Lin helped them turn around, and they are also loyal to Yang Lin.

Not only because Yang Lin treated them much better than the Tuoba clan, but more importantly, their interests were tightly held by Yang Lin.

The benefits of trade are ten thousand times better than herding, hunting, and plundering.

The train station is on the outskirts of the city, built against the mountain, and outside the corridor are buildings descending one after another according to the mountain.

The surroundings were already surrounded by personal guards. Yang Lin led people into the courtyard. Song Jiang smiled and said: "Young Master, you can see the scenery of Xingzhou at a glance from that high pavilion."

Yang Lin shook his head and said: "The autumn wind is cold and biting, which is very different from the Central Plains. Although it is good to climb high, the cold wind is harmful to the body."

Song Jiang looked disapproving, but followed him into the hall. There was burning charcoal inside, and the windows were open. It was still very warm.

Yang Lin turned over the copper stove with interest and asked: "In the Song Dynasty, did we all burn charcoal with this kind of charcoal?"

"Otherwise?" Song Jiang asked.

Yang Lin lay down on the soft body of a carved Arhat, and Suina stood behind him cutely, gently squeezing his shoulders.

After snorting comfortably, Yang Lin said: "Previously, coke ironmaking appeared in Suzhou, and people in Changzhou have begun to mine coal. Coal began to be used as daily fuel in Jiangnan, forging, burning lime, refining cinnabar, sulfur, etc.

.”

Song Jiang said in astonishment: "That thing is full of smoke, how to use it?"

"So I often tell you that you just don't study and suffer the consequences of being uneducated. There is a record in the Han Dynasty, 'stones from Yuzhang can be burned for fuel.' You are not even as knowledgeable as the people of the Han Dynasty. Why are the smoke billowing like this?"

Yes, just put up a chimney."

Song Jiang was obviously unwilling to discuss the charcoal issue. In his opinion, it was all a trivial matter. Instead, he said: "Shaozai and Yao Pingzhong pursued them all the way to the Baiyu River. Wang Zhen and Zongze also sent troops to confront the Tatars across the river.

As long as we fight across the river, no matter how strong the Jurchens are, their strength is exhausted. There is no point in us staying here, so we might as well go to the front line."

Yang Lin's throat was a little dry, so he held Suina's hand, patted it and said, "Bring me a cup of tea."

"Gongming, let's wait until the battle on the grassland is over, press the border from the west, and encircle the Jurchens on three sides. It won't be too late to attack again. Now that the initiative is in our hands, why should we act too hastily?"

Song Jiang also knew this truth, but the victory was right in front of him, which made him impatient to wait.

"This time I won the victory and returned to the court. The officials and others have already made arrangements. All I need to do is say a word from Shao Zai. Where are the officials?"

Yang Lin waved his hand and interrupted him, saying: "I know this matter well. Just listen to my arrangements and don't make your own decisions."

Song Jiang secretly admired the young master's determination and determination, which was unparalleled by others, and he was not anxious at all about such a big matter.

In fact, he is not Yang Lin, and he cannot understand Yang Lin's state of mind at this time. The throne is within easy reach for Yang Lin, but if he handles it well, he will have endless troubles if he is not careful.

Anyway, it can't run away, so why should I be in a hurry to get the position? Now in the Song Dynasty, the civil and military forces of the entire dynasty are not at their disposal.

When Su Yina came with two cups of tea, Yang Lin was getting up and sending Song Jiang away.

Looking at his back, Yang Lin closed his eyes and sighed. Suina put down the tray and asked, "Da Lang, what's wrong?"

Yang Lin returned to the couch, took her in his arms and laid her across his knees. One hand reached under Cuiluo's skirt, and the other picked up the tea cup and took a sip, saying: "I'm a little worried.

I’ll put on a yellow robe and wear it.”

"What happened to the yellow robe? By the way, what is the yellow robe?"——

Outside Bianliang City, a group of people gathered in front of an open space. Among the crowd, there was a bright metal machine.

Many people held charcoal pens and kraft paper in their hands, waiting to record it.

A young man who looked a little thin approached, clasped his fists with trembling hands, and said: "Everyone, the student is Shen An from Jiangning School. This is a machine developed by our Jiangning School team. It can use firepower to pump water from deep wells."

.”

Everyone around nodded, and there was an older man, who was Jia Xian. He was a little impatient and said, "Let's start quickly."

"That's right, what are you talking about?"

The young man became even more nervous. He poured some burning oil into an iron container, then lit it and shoveled some coke with a shovel.

After a while, thick smoke billowed out, and in an instant the young man became a black man.

The people around him cursed and fled. Jia Xian covered his mouth while cursing. When he was far away, he was still cursing, but from a distance, he could only see two rows of white teeth.

On the bank of the Bian River, a group of people were sitting together. One of the "black men" was dejected and said with a tearful tone: "We are doing well in Jiangning. Who knew that the charcoal here is so bad and incomparable to that in Changzhou."

"It's all your fault. I said I would bring charcoal, but you said it was the same, just to save a few carriages and horses. Now, all our efforts have been in vain."

Shen An went to the river, washed his face, rubbed it vigorously, slapped his palm on the water, and cursed: "I'm not willing to give in! We could have become famous in one fell swoop and won this year's Xiulou bounty."

Coal is the same as oil. If it is not refined, most coal will emit billowing smoke, which is scary.

However, some places are blessed with coal, which we call anthracite. Suzhou's coke for ironmaking uses coke that is silver-gray, metallic, hard and porous, and is also a good coal.

These people who came all the way from Jiangning, after making a joke, packed their luggage overnight and were ready to go back tomorrow.
To be continued...