"General Zhao, ten miles ahead is Bianliang."

Yang Zaixing ran back, and in the vast wilderness, his voice came from a distance. This voice caused a stir in the marching queue, both officers and soldiers were whispering, with some confusing and unbelievable expressions on his face: "Bianliang"

"Mr. Zhao, are we going to recover Bianliang now?" Luo Xian asked Shishi.

Everything was as Zhao Xingde expected. The Song army marched from Yingchang Prefecture to Bianliang. There were almost no large combat cavalry scouts. When they met a small group of Liao troops, the enemy fled like a frightened bird. The Liao army had never encountered the infantrymen following the large group of people. After walking for more than 300 miles, they arrived at Bianliang's great achievements in recovering the capital. For many people, it was simply too easy.

"Yes, this should be Liangyuan." Zhao Xingde nodded in a heavy mood.

"This is Liangyuan," Luo Xianshi said in surprise. "I once saw that the sea was hard to make water. Except for Liangyuan, the Liangyuan is always in the village?" Liangyuan was originally the most prosperous place outside Bianjing. It is said that within a radius of more than 300 miles, there are pavilions and towers. Now, looking at the beautiful trees, a deserted scene, with traces of ugly ashes everywhere, shocking one in ten pavilions and towers, bricks and stones and wood were removed from the pine and cypresses in the garden.

Wutong was successively cut down by the Liao army and nearby people as fuel. The original rare birds and beasts were hunted for food, and the flowers and trees were ruined. In the dilapidated garden, teams of soldiers were busy back and forth because they were approaching the water source, and the scouts chose this place as the site. It was only after Zhao Xingde arrived that he learned that after the division of the camp, except for the squad, the hungry soldiers began to busy bury pots and make rice, and cut down a lot of the remaining trees in the garden.

"It's here," Ouyang Shan nodded: "At that time, my brothers from the archery and horses often came here to drink and have fun." He carefully identified the landscape, wanted to imagine what he had looked like in the past, but in the end he gave up Ouyang Shan untied the neckline of the gar and took a deep breath of the cold air. His face seemed to be covered with frost. The enthusiasm for regaining Bianliang seemed to have cooled a lot.

"Liang Yuan is like this," Luo Xianshi shook his head, "I wonder what will happen in Bianliang City?"

"In a radius of dozens of miles, there is no trace of the Liao army," Yang Zaixing said, "In the city of Bianliang, I have sent a team of white envoys."

"It's still early," Zhao Xingde stood up and said to the generals, "General Yang and I will go in and take a look."

"Be careful, sir"

Zhao Xingde nodded, took the reins from his personal soldiers, climbed up the horse, and gently clamped the horse's belly. The war horse had to run to the north. The road from Nanxun Gate to Liangyuan. He had traveled back and forth with Chen Dong and others many times. At this time, the road was still the same, but the scenery on both sides was very different. Yang Zaixing led more than 50 cavalrymen to follow Zhao Xingde. He was in great interest. He pointed and pointed along the way. When he arrived at the gate of Bianliang, he calmed down. There was only a dark city gate hole left. When the cavalry rushed over, the people hid on both sides of the road in horror. Some people even knelt on the ground and knocked over the basket in panic. Some wild vegetables stained with soil were exposed. Some people looked at Zhao Xingde and others, their eyes were full of doubt. Some people squatted on the ground, holding the basket in their hands, and they didn't dare to look up.

This scene made Zhao Xingde feel a sourness in his heart. He slowed down his mount and whispered: "How much food and grass are there in the camp?" "There are still ten days of food." Zhao Xingde actually knew this big number, but he asked many times: "Is there a place nearby to earn some food and grass?" Yang Zaixing was stunned and smiled bitterly: "The Khitans plundered very cleanly. The people only have wild vegetables, and they don't even look for vegetable roots near Bianliang City." The two of them had darkened their eyes and the mount stepped into the depths.

The city gate hole, and the sky light was seen behind for a moment. However, the scene in front of him was dark. A dilapidated scene in the city of Bianliang. The bustling shops on both sides of the street are now empty. Occasionally, the figures of people in rags and haggards can be seen, just like the thin rats that appear to be thrown into garbage and the people outside the city gate. When these Song people saw the cavalry approaching, they either hid behind the wall in fear or kneel down on the ground in fear and dared not look up.

Zhao Xingde sighed and looked ahead, his eyes suddenly condensed, and a cold light flowed out.

"General Zhao," Yang Zaixing noticed something strange and asked, "How is there any movement?"

"No," Zhao Xingde pointed to the front, "There was an iron tower there, and I could see the whole city, and I could not have thought it would be destroyed by the Liao people." He shook his head and sighed, "It was not just an iron tower. I looked up here. There were pavilions everywhere in the city, and it was rare to have a vast scene. Now, within my eyes, I have always seen the city wall in the north." At this time, an old man nearby heard that Zhao Xingde's accent was different. He raised his head, was full of surprise, and staggered and followed Zhao Xingde's mount for a while.

"Mr. Jun," the old man hesitated for a long time before he asked with courage: "Are you an official army?"

"That's right," Yang Zaixing replied loudly, "We are the official army of the Song Dynasty." He glanced at Zhao Xingde, and saw that he had no objection, he shouted, "It's so that you can know that the court's army, Yingchang Prefecture, defeated the Liao people, and the southeast Xingying City was deployed. The Gyeonggi Road pacifier, Lord Zhao Xingde, has led his troops outside the city."

"The government army of the imperial court" The old man stood there as if he was struck by lightning. After a while, his legs fell and knelt on the ground, kowtowing, and cried loudly. "The government army finally came, the government army is coming." His nose and tears were pouring out, and the old man cried and shouted like crazy. The voice was hoarse. The person who heard it felt sorry for him. Zhao Xingde stopped his mount and looked down at the old man who kept walking out of the dilapidated houses beside him. He stood carefully around the Song cavalry, most of whom were old, weak, women and children. They did not cry as crazy as the old man, but the grief and pain contained in his eyes were no less than him. The glimmer of hope in the eyes of countless despair hurt Zhao Xingde like countless steel needles. He frowned and took deep breath to calm the pain in his chest.

"Mr. Zhao, this?"

"Starting tomorrow morning, a porridge shed will be opened outside the city and prepare for the porridge."

Zhao Xingde whispered, suddenly he felt alert, and his eyes swept across the crowd and found that behind the old, weak, women and children, there were several vicious people spying on "Zhun orders". Yang Zaixinggang agreed loudly. Zhao Xingde said again: "There is not enough food and grass, and I can't raise the prisoners. First, clear out a field in Nanxun Gate. If there are criminals who take advantage of the chaos and commit crimes, spies who ambush the Liao people will behead them, and hang their heads at Nanxun Gate to show them to the public to correct the law." His words were gentle, but very clear, and the people around him could hear it clearly. Yang Zaixing's face changed slightly. He looked up and glanced around and said loudly: "Zhun Order"

Zhao Xingde nodded, and did not look at the busy people who were huddling their heads, and gently urged the horse to move forward. Yang Zaixing followed him with a few cavalry and learned that this was the official army of the Song Dynasty. The brave people followed them. Some stretched out their hands and begged: "You are good at military service." Although some did not speak, they also showed a begging in their eyes.

Although Zhao Xingde had some dry food, he had a drop in the bucket of water. At this time, he was afraid that not only could not save people, but he wanted to kill the people and slowly. When the people saw that they could not get food, they dispersed in disappointment. Some joined in. After more than fifty cavalry, they followed more than one hundred people in the ruins on both sides of the road. They were constantly appearing in the ruins on both sides of the road. Without exception, they were all thin and skinny and boneless, staggering, and expressionless on their withered faces. Most of the people in the city were picking up dry firewood, some had demolished the doors and windows of the houses, and even dragged wooden pillars, trusses, etc. back. When the firewood was experiencing a hellish winter that frozen countless people, the people were trying hard to collect firewood. In fact, in addition to the looting and setting fires of the Liao soldiers, most of the remaining houses in the city of Bianliang were demolished by the people who picked firewood.

"General Yang," Zhao Xingde was silent for a long time and said, "There are three things you need to do."

"What's the matter?" Yang Zaixing looked at the people following me gloomy and said casually, "Mr. Zhao just told me." Although he listened to Zhao Xingde's account, his military status was the best. Therefore, Zhao Xingde had always been a little polite to him. Yang Zaixing was not as respectful to Zhao Xingde as Lu Mingyu, Luo Xianshi and others.

"When the winter is approaching, please send someone to Hedong, please invite Mr. Yang and Mr. Zhe. Seeing the remaining people in the capital, a batch of charcoal that has passed the winter to Bianliang. Zhao is very grateful." Zhao Xingde shook his head, "Otherwise, after surviving this winter, I am afraid that the city of Bianliang will be demolished into white. This is the first pile." In the years of peace, most of the carbohydrates in Bianliang came from Hedong and Zhao Xingde looked up at the north asking for carbohydrates. It was half a forced situation and half a test of the attitude of the two generals of Zhe Yang. Hedong and Henan had the tendency to lose their lips and teeth. If Mr. Yang understood, they would be reliable allies.

"Abide by the order" Yang Zaixing agreed readily

"The second thing, please send someone to escort my envoy and report back to Ezhou." Zhao Xingde's vision changed and said slowly, "If the matter of asking the Prime Minister's Office to send military rations and provide food for Henan, hundreds of thousands of people will starve to death in winter. Never delay it because of the party disputes in the court, otherwise," he paused and said with a blank expression. "Otherwise, I can only borrow grain from Xia State or say," Zhao Xingde turned his head, looked at the surprised Yang Zaixing, and looked at the people who were timid, like fearful rabbits, "or, the capital, dozens of prefectures and counties in Henan, and millions of people have to borrow grain from Xia State."

"Mr. Zhao, you?"

Yang Zaixing hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Since you have given up, I will obey the order."
Chapter completed!