The last conscience of the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 182 Experts are dazzled
Liang Xin then said: "I've been very busy recently. Brother Yi, in your opinion, is this Pusa Man?"

Zhao Ji was watching a woman practicing her dance moves.

Zhao Ji replied in a low voice: "I have never seen this dance before, and I have never read about it in a book."

Liang Xin: "Just tell me, in your opinion, are there Pusa barbarians here?"

This stopped Zhao Ji.

Even with the books Zhao Ji had read and his brothel king level, he couldn't answer this question.

Because Pusaman has now become a noun for Cipai. After Tang Dynasty declined, Pusaman has disappeared, and he can't tell whether it is or not.

Zhao Ji stared at it for a long time, his expression very serious.

Just like that, after staring for a full quarter of an hour, Zhao Ji turned his head and looked at Liang Xin.

"Brother Xin, I can't see it."

"Ah, then just think of them."

"Yes." Zhao Ji nodded seriously. "Brother Xin, you are the best in the world."

Liang Xin took Zhao Ji and left quietly. After returning to the palace, Liang Xin said: "The envoy from the Liao Kingdom is here. I heard from the people in Honglu Temple that they look very bad."

Zhao Ji asked: "Why do you look so bad? Is it too hard on the road?"

"Yes." Liang Xin hesitated for a while and then said: "We beat the Xixia people, the Xixia people went to Liao to complain, and the Liao people came to make trouble."

"This, this, this..." Zhao Ji immediately felt nervous: "What should I do?"

Liang Xin said: "I am waiting for an opportunity to shut up the Liao people. If it can happen, you will be the first emperor in the Song Dynasty who dares to scold the Liao Kingdom, and the Liao Kingdom will also apologize and speak softly to you."

"This, this, this..." Zhao Ji felt that his brain was a bit out of use: "Is this possible?"

"Maybe, so I'm waiting."

"What are you waiting for?" Zhao Ji wanted to know the answer with concern.

Liang Xin thought for a while and then replied: "I don't know either, but there should be something, or a good news, or a human head, or something else, it must be..." Liang Xin's tone became firm: "There will definitely be."

Perhaps infected by Liang Xin's firm tone, Zhao Ji also gained a little confidence: "Brother Xin, if what you said is done, it will happen."

"Yes." Liang Xin nodded: "Brother Yi, go and have fun. I guess it's just for these few days."

Zhao Ji is interested in playing.

Liang Xin added: "In a few days, I will arrange to hold a Song Dynasty national player competition so that you can communicate with Go masters. If you want to win, you can appear as an official. If you really want to compete with a higher Come on, we’re still masked.”

"Mask, I can win."

Zhao Ji doesn't have confidence in other things, but he is very confident in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

In fact, while Liang Xin was talking to Zhao Ji, what he was waiting for had already arrived.

Coincidentally, the things he sent also arrived.

At this moment, Hehuang was thousands of miles away.

The seed teacher was carried to the rear.

For seven hours, the elite Zhong army marched 110 miles on the mountain road, blocking the Xixia army's escape route. They rested for less than half an hour and fought bloody battles.

After holding on for three hours, Cao Ping sent Cao Sheng with [-] light troops to arrive and fight again.

One team after another, Song troops arrived almost every hour.

The escape route for the main force of the Xixia Army was blocked abruptly, and the blood shed by the Song Army stained the ground red. The Xixia Army, with no food, no firewood, and no water, could only despair.

When Zhong Shidao saw Cao Ping, he didn't get up from the stretcher, but he smiled.

Laughter unscrupulously.

Cao Ping asked someone to bring him a pair of armor.

"The Mingguang Mountain Armor is cold forged from thousands of refined steel. It was originally prepared for me by my uncle. He specially sent someone to deliver it, saying it was for you. There are also eight thousand pairs of new armors. I can't help you repair them." , but A can prepare enough. This battle, old man..." Cao Ping turned his back and looked into the distance: "Qing Shi has left his name."

Zhong Shidao looked at Xin Jia and laughed louder: "Your son-in-law is not a good person. This armor is so bright and bright. Standing in the military formation, as long as you are not blind, you can see where the general is and draw arrows. But , I like it. Counting the days, the things I sent to Bianjing should also arrive. "

Cao Ping turned his back and looked into the distance without answering.

He knew that although the Song army suffered a lot of losses in this battle, the Xixia elite were crippled.

Xixia people may not be able to relax for ten years.With such a huge loss of elites in battle, a weak country will perish, a certain country will decline, and Xixia is in ruins.Even if the situation slows down, as long as the court of the Song Dynasty does not faint, there will be no major wars in the northwest for 20 years.

What did Zhongshidao send to Bianjing?

Liang Xin and others are called opportunities.

An opportunity to be tough in front of the Liao envoys.

First.

Three thousand pieces of armor.

The heavy cavalry armor of the Pingxia tribe of the Xixia Kingdom, three thousand pairs.

Iron kite!
Three thousand pairs of armors, vests, equipment, knives, and bows, even if they were broken, broken, or rotten, Zhong Shidao arranged for people to put them together and use wooden frames and straw men to prop them up.

Liang Xin is still in the palace.

On the pier, many people were shouting like crazy.

array.

Three thousand pairs of iron kite armor began to be lifted off the ship and began to be placed on the pier. Gao Shilin was the first to arrive at the pier and immediately arranged for the imperial army to prepare horses. .

At the same time, someone was sent to notify Liang Xin.

Do you want to parade in the streets?

Liang Xin heard the news and rushed to the dock.

Looking at this pair of armor, Liang Xin turned her head and looked at Gao Shilin.

Gao Shilin asked: "Parade?"

Liang Xin said: "Mr. Banshan has a poem."

Gao Shilin thought to himself, what kind of poetry are you talking about?

A voice came from not far away, reading loudly:

The desire for pleasure and adolescence make life difficult for hundreds of years.

What is the use of wealth and honor? The strength is only due to worry and diligence.

I would like to be a frivolous son of Wuling, born in the Kaiyuan period of Zhenguan.

Fighting cocks and running dogs live their lives, knowing neither the safety of the world nor the safety of the earth.

After hearing this poem, Gao Shilin said with emotion: "I like fighting crickets."

Su Shi arrived, and at this time he read Liang Xin's thoughts.

That's right.

If in the prosperous age of Zhenguan, he would not be an official. Wouldn't it be good to learn from the life of a poet?

Playing in the mountains and rivers, indulging in vocal music, writing poems, what a joyful life it is.

"Parade." Liang Xin responded to Gao Shilin's question.

Gao Shilin took off the soft hat on his head, put on an iron helmet, and shouted loudly: "Where is the command of the Japanese army?"

"The end is here!"

"Where is the command of the Tianwu Army?"

"The end is here!"

"Where is the command of the Gongsheng Army?"

"The end will be in...

Gao Shilin, the general, mobilized the elite of the front division of the palace to come out to escort the soldiers of the Western Army who were sending armor, and paraded these three thousand armors through the streets.

The Song Dynasty has been useless for many years.

In the previous war with Xixia, they won, but the land was ceded and the year was given.

The people in Bianjing City have become indifferent. A few days ago, some people were talking in the teahouse about how many years of coins they would lose if they lost this time, and how many years of life they would gain if they won.

(End of this chapter)