Yelu Dashi sat upright in the tent, flipping through the household registration numbers reported by various channels, his face calmly. He didn't know these numbers at first, but in just over a year, he simply placed them in front of the Emperor of the Great Liao, and he had experienced many bloody storms behind him. The conference of the eight Khitan tribes gradually became the confidant trusted by Yelu Dashi.

He seemed to be focused on the books written by Khitan, and turned a blind eye to Yelu Tiege and Xiao Olila standing in front of him. These two powerful generals rarely wear iron armor, their faces flushed, staring at His Majesty without blinking, but they could only hold the iron scimitar tightly and dare not say a word.

The Jurchens became more and more arrogant in Tokyo, and rumors of cowardice and fear of his Majesty gradually spread, and the generals who were ready to complain began to complain. Even Yelu Tiege and Xiao Orila, who had always been loyal, couldn't help it. They made an appointment to persuade Xiao Orila to send troops, but they were left here.

The sky light was shining on the top of the dome, but the tent was still a little dim. Yelu Dashi's imperial tent was very large. In addition to the scimitars, bows, arrows, and saddles commonly used by the Khitans, there were also many large maps hanging. His Majesty Dashi did not advocate that the Khitans would read books at will and would be useless in martial arts, but there were still many books piled up in the tent. The butter candles had a burnt smell, and the same was true for the two His Majesties' confidants. The Khitans were not as cowardly as the Southern Dynasties. Since the Jurchens dared to provoke the authority of the Khitan, they must conquer them.

After a long time, Yelu Dashi raised his head, looked at the two tiger generals thoughtfully, and asked, "Are all the subordinates under your command familiar with the commanders?" His Majesty did not wear a yellow robe, but only a blue and white robe of an ordinary Khitan. His waist was not a jade belt but a thick iron leather belt, and a simple bull ear knife. His voice was much lower than before, with a momentum of being unhurried and powerful.

The two subordinates were shocked, and Yelu Tiege replied, "Everything is familiar." Xiao Olila nodded. Your Majesty valued the most warrior, as long as he is loyal and talented. As long as he is a Khitan, no matter how humble he was in the past, he would give him the position he deserved and improve according to his merit and ability. On the contrary, if he is a corpse or is stupid or incompetent, even his former confidants will not be able to get a high position. Therefore, confidant generals like Yelu Tiege and Xiao Olila dare not be negligent.

"Where is the centurion?" Yelu Dashi asked again, "Where are the ten men? Do they know their abilities?" His tone was very gentle, but his eyes were sharp. While he asked, he flipped the household registration book in his hand and sighed secretly. The number of Khitans was only more than two million, and it was still too few to swallow Song and defeat Xia, so every tribe is an extremely precious wealth.

Xiao Olila saw a little sweat on his back. In the past year, both tribes and army have changed a lot. Many of the 100-man teams under the command of the ten thousand men were transferred in a few months ago. Yelu Tiege next to him whispered: "I am ashamed of the last general, I know all the ten thousand men." He also had a slight pride in his words. As the ten thousand men, it is not easy to recognize all the ten thousand men under his command.

Yelu Dashi's eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he said in a deep voice: "This is not enough. Who is the bravest in war? Who is the most wisest? Who is the most loyal? Who is the most flexible?" He paused, looked at the two generals who were sweating profusely, and said in a deep voice: "If you only want to say what you know, you should recognize every warrior under your command."

"Only in this way, you are worthy of the tribesmen who followed you through life and death." Yelu Dashi calmed his tone and said in a deep voice: "The Great Liao Dynasty has dominated the northern country for two hundred years, with tens of millions of household registration and hundreds of thousands of iron cavalry. As long as you cheer up and integrate the upper and lower levels, the Jurchen Jin Kingdom of Tokyo Road will be wiped out in one go."

"Yes." Yelu Tiege and Xiao Olila said in unison, feeling ashamed. This was not just a false statement. When Yelu Dashi commanded ten thousand people, both of them were close subordinates, and they witnessed that Yelu Dashi could call out the names of every soldier. The leader of the thousand men, the centurion, and the ten men, have now become the Privy Councilor of the Great Liao Kingdom, the leader of the ten men, and the leader of the thousand men.

Seeing that the two of them no longer fought for force, Yelu Dashi nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Don't be anxious. There are many opportunities for fighting in the south and north. Sweeping Liaodong is just a starting point." He seemed to remember something and smiled: "Zhao You of Song State passed away and the new emperor succeeded to the throne. The "good friend" of the Khitan was lucky, and the new emperor Zhao Ke also favored him very much. It seems that he is really loyal to Song State. It is time to say hello to him so that he will not forget his old friend." He looked up at Yelu Tiege and said: "Let me send him some specialties from the Northland, and send him another message to let him continue to be loyal to the country."

Yelu Tiege replied in a deep voice. Xiao Olila didn't know who the "good friend" Yelu Dashi said was, and he was confused but dared not ask too much. He only felt that His Majesty had a long-term vision. Since he secretly played chess pieces in the Southern Dynasty, there would be a day to use in the future.

On the sea boat returning from the Liao Kingdom, Li Ruobing stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the city and water villages that were looming in the white mist in the distance. He couldn't help but feel a little excited. Although the mission was not long, the death of the official family, the new emperor ascended the throne, and the treacherous party lost power in the middle of the country. The clerk who sent the letter said a rough idea that the real situation would be observed again.

"Sir, if the food, grass, bows and arrows that were lost to this trip, the mountain goods such as Liaodong fur and old ginseng, were sold locally in Mizhou, it would probably be about 15,000 guan. If it was transported to mainland prefectures and counties, it might be more than 20,000 guan." The clerk Xie Songshi said, his eyes were burning. If the matter of selling goods was handed over to him, he would definitely do his best with his conscience, but he would not lose his personal pockets.

"Oh?" Li Ruobing pondered for a moment and said slowly, "No need to go through any trouble, let's leave this matter to you."

"As for the order!" Xie Songshi was overjoyed and said in a deep voice: "Pack to the villain."

When the sea boats were leaving, carrying hundreds of thousands of stones of food, grass and weapons, and the return journey became much lighter. The wind was smooth, and the five gray sails were all full. The bows were pushed out layer by layer, and the waves were getting closer and closer to the Mizhou City Water Village. From a distance, you could see a hundred and ten sailboats of different sizes moored at the Water Village Wharf, and countless sampans were passing through. The endless stream of porters and vendors at the pier, and the soldiers guarding the water village were clearly visible. Li Ruobing couldn't help frowning, and suddenly found that there were lights on the city tower, and red lanterns hanging under the four corners of the old city tower, which looked particularly dazzling.

"What kind of festival is today?" Li Ruobing whispered.

"No, today is February 25, the 25th day of the Jingkang year, not a festival." Xie Songshi had traveled many times and remembered the days very clearly. He was grateful to the fat man given by Li Ruobing and said hurriedly.

Before entering the port, a small boat from the Mizhou Navy rowed over to lead the big ship into the port, laughing and greeting the navy officers and soldiers on the sea boat. In recent years, the imperial court has helped the Liaodong Jurchens, and everyone has a share of the money that has not been there, so the friendship between the upper and lower parts is pretty good. "Brother," Xie Songshi pointed to the red lantern on the city tower and asked loudly, "But do you have any happy events for the Shangguans?"

The sea breeze blew, and his voice was loud, and it would not be enough to repay the kindness of knowing one's grace if he had met.

The officer on the boat of the Mizhou Navy laughed and said, "I don't know, the emperor has appointed the queen and celebrated the whole country." As he said that, he patted his waist bag and pointed to the lanterns on the city tower. This is the meaning of the extra money given to the camp.

Li Ruobing nodded slightly. When the official was in the Eastern Palace, he didn't know if the late emperor intended to neglect him and never appointed the crown prince and concubine for him. However, he didn't know which queen he appointed this time. As far as he knew, Zhu Ying had a cousin who seemed to be a concubine of the Eastern Palace. After receiving the signing of Shangguan, Xie Songshi asked loudly again: "May I ask, which queen is the emperor enthroned?"

The officers on the Mizhou Navy ship laughed loudly, "It is Empress Zhu of the Wuchang Army's Jiedu family." The soldiers around him laughed loudly, and Xie Songshi also had joy on his face, and retelled: "It is Empress Zhu of the Wuchang Army's Jiedu family." These imperial guards in the border areas did not know what the Wukang Army's Jiedu family was, nor did they know which lady Empress Zhu was. They only knew that this was a very wealthy family.

Li Ruobing's face was pale in an instant. Zhu Bona, the governor of Wuchang Army, had two sons and two daughters. The second daughter Zhu Fengying had already married the third prince Zhao Qi, and the eldest daughter Zhu Ying was waiting for someone, but she was still in the boudoir. No matter how Zhao Ke hated the third prince, he could not do anything stupid to take over his sister-in-law and establish his queen. There was only one possibility.

He groaned, endured the pain in his chest and held the side of the boat with both hands. From Xie Songshi's side, it seemed that Lord Li had been sitting on the sea boat for a long time, his body was a little weak and weak, so he hurriedly held his shoulder. Li Ruobing pushed him away and said in a stern voice: "It's okay, it's okay." His tone was filled with unspeakable sadness.

The ship in front of him leaned on the wooden trestle with a bang. The ship broke down and the sailors quickly threw the cables down. The navy soldiers on the shore lazily wrapped around the iron piles. The turbid sea water was floating in the trash of garbage thrown from the ship's warehouse and the smelly foam were all rippling with the huge ripples of the ship's docking.

"Sir, get off the boat." Xie Songshi said flatteringly, almost pinching his voice.

Li Ruobing only looked up at the lanterns on the double eaves of the city tower. The bright red and festive colors were black in his eyes. "Are you celebrating the whole world?" He thought bitterly, and he didn't hear Xie Songshi's voice in a trance.

"Sir, we have docked and can get off the boat." Xie Songshi asked for instructions again.
Chapter completed!