In the Kingdom of Jin, the main war faction was the Aguda disciples, while the peaceful faction was obviously Wu Qimai and his close civil and military ministers.
It can almost be said that the vast majority (more than 60%) of the Jin clan, various dignitaries, and military generals advocated invading the south to destroy the Song Dynasty and seize the Han people's beautiful country.
As for the fight between the two factions, Wu Qimai was obviously at a disadvantage.
Now that Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Zongwang were defeated in their invasion to the south, even the fourth prince Wanyan Zongbi was captured by the Song people and held hostage in Tokyo. For the Jin people, this was a huge shame.
Wu Qimai originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to seize the military power of Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Zongwang, but this idea only passed by briefly and he did not dare to take actual action.
Not to mention Wanyan Zongwang, behind him were the disciples of Aguda.
It's not terrible to take out a single son of Aguda. The problem is that although the Aguda disciples also have internal strife, they are generally united to the outside world, especially when the interests of the small group are at stake.
In addition, Wanyan Zonghan was the son of Wanyan Sagai. Wanyan Sagai was an important force in the Jin Kingdom that should not be underestimated.
The main reason why Wu Qimai took great pains to prevent the Aguda disciples from attacking the Song Dynasty was that he wanted to suppress the growing military and political power of the former princes headed by Wanyan Zongqian. Otherwise, his empire would not be stable at all.
Aguda's sons were so keen on invading the Song Dynasty, not because they had any deep hatred against the Song people, but because they could conquer the territory by conquering the south, break the soil and seal the king, and get rid of Wu Qimai's control.
Fundamentally speaking, the contradiction between Wu Qimai and the Aguda disciples is irreconcilable.
Wu Qimai wanted to pass on the throne of the Jin Kingdom to his own heirs, which broke the current power change model of the Jin Kingdom where brother succeeds to the younger brother. The biggest obstacle is the Aguda disciples.
Following the original trajectory of history, Wu Qimai finally could not withstand the pressure of his clan and passed the throne to Aguda's eldest grandson.
At this moment, seeing Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Zongwang starting an internal strife, Wu Qimai sneered in his heart.
He suddenly said: "Two good nephews, this battle has been defeated, and one hundred thousand soldiers have been lost, which makes me sad! For at least three years, I, Dajin, will be unable to invade the south again.
I heard that since the beginning of winter, Wang Lin, King of Yan of the Song Dynasty, mobilized all the soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty, known as a million forbidden troops, and was stationed in Hebei and Hedong.
We must not let Wang Lin take advantage of the situation and take away the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun."
Wanyan Zonghan smiled coldly, "Your Majesty, the Song people are as timid as mice, how dare they invade our land of Dajin?! If the Song people dare to come, I will lead the army to attack again and kill them all!"
Your Majesty, I think that it won’t take three years at all. When summer comes next year, our Dajin cavalry can regroup and march straight into the Song Dynasty to destroy the Song Dynasty."
Wu Qimai was silent for a while, then said with a smile: "Zong Han is so loud, but don't forget, you just lost at the hands of Wang Lin.
Wang Lin is a great general in the world and has no rival in the world. If you want to invade the Song Dynasty, Wang Lin's army on the Hebei and Hedong lines of defense is not just for show."
Wanyan Zonghan pretended that he could not hear the sarcasm in Wu Qimai's mouth, and said as usual: "Your Majesty, Wang Lin is indeed brave and good at fighting. As a fierce general like him, in our country, only Wanyan Loushi can compare with him.
.But no matter how brave you are, you can never stop my mighty cavalry!
I believe that victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers. This is the saying of the Song Dynasty. It is normal for our army to lose a battle.
Wang Lin should not be underestimated, but he does not need to be feared like a tiger. Next year, I, Dajin, will regroup and fight again. We will concentrate our superior forces to attack Hebei and complete our victory in one battle! As long as we open the gap in Hebei and then attack Song Jing, the Song Dynasty will be ready.
destroy.
I really don’t believe in evil. With my invincible iron cavalry and the power of destroying Liao, I can’t defeat the Song Dynasty, which is corrupt from top to bottom!”
When it came to the topic of invading the Song Dynasty, the positions of Aguda Zhuzi and Wanyan Zonghan immediately became consistent, and Wanyan Zongqian and others spoke in agreement.
In short, one word, fight!
Wu Qimai fell silent.
The result of such a discussion was actually within his expectation.
The battle to destroy the Liao Dynasty caused almost everyone in the Jin Dynasty to have an arrogant mentality. They thought they were invincible, and it was easy to destroy the Song Dynasty.
Even if he suffered a few defeats, he could still find suitable excuses to justify his story.
Therefore, no matter how Wu Qimai tried to stop him, he could not stop the torrent of war in China that invaded the Song Dynasty.
Despite Wanyan Zonghan and others' heated discussion for a long time, Wu Qimai walked away without changing his expression.
Wanyan Zongqian looked at Wu Qimai's back with gloomy eyes, a cold look in his eyes.
Wu Qimai tried to pass the throne to his eldest son Wanyan Zongpan, which was to break the inheritance rules established by Aguda. How could the disciples of Aguda remain indifferent.
The conflict between the two sides is still focused on whether to invade Song Dynasty or not.
But as time goes by, as long as the Wu Qimai faction gains a firm foothold, it will definitely take action against the Aguda disciples. This is inevitable.
vice versa.
Wu Qimai returned to his king's village, his face as gloomy as water.
He smashed a piece of sapphire pendant obtained from the nobles of Liao Kingdom to the ground and smashed it into pieces, and angrily shouted: "What a bunch of arrogant and ignorant people! If you don't overestimate your own capabilities, you will definitely bring great disaster to me, Dajin!"
Wanyan Zongpan was silent for a while, then bowed and said: "Father, my son and I think that they want to invade the Song Dynasty, but there is no need for my father to stop them.
Recently, I have received a lot of military reports from Hebei. Wang Lin has hoarded a large number of troops in Hebei, and actually carried the coffin and went out to fight to the death with me, Dajin.
I have 300,000 gold cavalry, Wanyan Zongqian and others control nearly 200,000, and an army of 100,000 is in the hands of the father. The father can guard Youyan, and his son is the envoy of Youyan...
As for Wanyan Zonggan and the others, if they are willing to fight, let him fight, let them fight to the death with Wang Lin and the Song army, and consume each other, while my father can just sit back and watch."
Wu Qimai sneered and stood up: "Idiot! We, Dajin, only have these few soldiers and horses. If they are all exhausted by Wanyan Zongqian, how can we, Dajin, protect ourselves? Not to mention the Song people, just the remaining Khitan people.
, are all scheming behind the scenes, and the ancestral country cannot be protected."
Wanyan Zongpan looked calm and said calmly: "Father, there is no need to be angry. I, Da Jin, will fight with the whole country, and everyone of Da Jin's people can mount their horses and go to war. Therefore, I can rest for two or three years at most, and I, Da Jin, can raise a lot more."
One hundred thousand soldiers!
Father...or maybe we can simply take the heat from the bottom of the cauldron, strike first to gain advantage, and imprison all the disciples in Shangjing together to punish them..."
Wanyan Zongpan waved his hand decisively, making a murderous gesture.
Wu Qimai looked grim, raised his head and glanced at Yan Zongpan, then lowered his voice and yelled angrily: "How can brothers and sisters of the same clan kill each other? You must never mention this again!"
A trace of disappointment flashed across Wanyan Zongpan's eyes, but he still respectfully saluted with clasped fists: "In that case, I acknowledge my guilt and resign!"
In Wanyan Zongpan's view, now is a good opportunity to solve the troubles caused by Aguda.
The elite troops of Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Zongwang are in Youzhou, so Wu Qimai can use thunderous means in Shangjing to kill all the Aguda disciples.
However, Wanyan Zongpan knew Wu Qimai's character.
Although he was deeply afraid of Aguda Zhuzi, he still couldn't do such a thing if he were to kill these dozen nephews.
Wanyan Zongpan sighed and left angrily.
He felt that it was not that he had read too many Chinese books written by his father, but that he had read too few.
The struggle for imperial power in the Han Dynasty was bloody almost everywhere. It was not uncommon for a father to kill his son or a son to kill his father.
Wanyan Zongpan was a very ambitious man.
But he knew very well that although his father was the emperor, if he didn't do something, the throne of Dajin would not belong to him at all.
Wanyan Zongpan stood in the cold wind and looked back at the Wangzhai where Wu was begging to buy, his eyes twinkling.
After a long time, Wanyan Zongpan stamped his feet and walked away.
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Zhending Mansion.
The military camp outside the city blocks out the sky and the sun, and hundreds of thousands of troops are hoarded here. You can imagine the momentum.
At present, the Eastern Army's military rations are half and half stewed potatoes and regular pasta. Because it is the middle of winter and the weather is severely cold, Wang Lin ordered people to promote a kind of food called "nutritional soup" in the army as early as last month.
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To put it bluntly, it is just a big pot of chaos for future generations.
Pork, mutton, pork bones, and sheep bones are boiled into soup.
After that, soaked bean sprouts, various winter vegetables, tofu, etc. can be added to the soup.
Anyway, the mess was stewed in a large pot. The soldiers of the Eastern Army gathered around the campfire, took a bite of cooked potatoes, and drank a steaming bowl of nutritious soup. It was very comfortable to avoid the cold and replenish the nutrients needed by the human body.
Later, the Western Army, that is, the camp where 50,000 soldiers and horses were stationed under Zhongshi Dao, quickly learned this way of eating and cooking.
However, the nutritional soup prepared by the cooks of the Western Army was almost incomparable with that of the Eastern Army in terms of taste.
Dongjun's soup is delicious and delicious, but Dongjun's soup has a strong fishy smell and is difficult to swallow.
Later, the Western Army found out that the Eastern Army used an expensive condiment called monosodium glutamate, which was produced by the King of Yan, but was supplied to the army free of charge.
Moreover, the Eastern Army ate snowflake salt which had no peculiar smell.
That's not all.
There was also the wonderful smell of the Eastern Army's barbecue. Zhe Keqiu and other Western Army generals once visited Han Shizhong's camp and could never forget it again.
He shamelessly asked for a small packet of snowflake salt and MSG from Han Shizhong. When he returned, he ordered his soldiers to roast the meat for several days, and feasted on it with the generals of his army.
This is really a small thing that cannot be too small.
But Chinese people have always been worried not about scarcity but about inequality.
As the soldiers of the Western Army increasingly discovered that there was a huge gap in logistics support and equipment supply between themselves and Wang Lin's confidants, the Eastern Army, they gradually became psychologically unbalanced.
How come the Eastern Army can enjoy such good food and receive such high treatment as they are both members of the Imperial Imperial Guard's imperial army... and so on.
As this sentiment spread among the Western Army, rumors spread that the Western Army was a stepmother.
The Western Army under Zhong Shidao was already arrogant, and there were many unruly people in the army, and there were even more soldiers at the bottom of the army.
Because of this, there would occasionally be minor frictions between the Western Army and the closest neighboring Eastern Army of Han Shizhong.
Han Shizhong didn't take it too seriously, but strictly supervised his troops.
After all, the New Year is coming soon, and after the New Year, each army will rush to their respective defense areas and leave Zhending Mansion.
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Tomorrow is Zhengdan.
Ma Kuo led his huge logistics team to allocate materials from all over the Song Dynasty to the army in batches. Because of the Chinese New Year, the army would supply meat on these two days and pay wages, which was a huge expense.
Ma Kuo and Zhang Jun were almost too busy to touch the floor.
Wang Lin was writing furiously in his study. He wanted to write a letter home to celebrate the New Year to Han Yan and his family members. One letter should be sent to each person. He really couldn't favor one person against another.
What he wrote to Han Yan was: It is not easy for my wife to be a virtuous person. She is in charge of the capital and has a good fortune in the inner house. I am in Zhending, Hebei. I wish my wife and son a happy new year, good health and peace.
What I wrote to Zhao Fujin was: New Year is approaching, the mountains and rivers are far away, one night I can't sleep, I look south to the capital. I think of you still looking forward to it, I wish I could give my body to Feiyan and send my love to you.
What I wrote to Pan Jinlian was: Jinlian, my wife, my words are as clear as my face. I received the letter and learned that I was about to give birth. I was very excited, but I was ashamed... No matter whether you have a child or a daughter, they are all flesh and blood of you and me. You should not worry about it and wait for the birth with peace of mind. That’s it.
What I wrote for Li Qingzhao and Zhu Shuzhen was an old work, the one about the Jade Case in Qingzhou: Thousands of flowers blossomed in the east wind at night, and the stars fell like rain. The fragrance of BMWs and carved cars filled the road. The sound of the phoenix flute moved, and the jade pots The light turns, and fish and dragons dance all night.
Moths are like golden threads in the snow and willows. Smiling words are filled with dark fragrance. People are looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place.
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The room was warm. Zhu Lian wore a white dress and smiled as she studied ink for Wang Lin. She saw Wang Lin writing letters to the girls one by one. When she saw that there was one of her own, she couldn't help but smile and said: "Mr. The slave family is right in front of me. If there is anything I can’t say in person, why do I still have to write a letter home?”
Wang Lin smiled: "Lian'er, from now on, I will write you a letter home every New Year. No matter where you are, I hope you can hear my voice.
In the future, when many years pass and we grow old, we can sit around the fire, humming beautiful songs and reading the letters I wrote home to you... There is no greater happiness in life than this."
Zhu Lian's face was filled with tenderness.
Regardless, she threw herself into Wang Lin's arms, lay on his chest and said softly: "I understand what your husband means, we will grow old together..."
Wang Lin was startled for a moment, sighed softly, and couldn't help but hum a song that sounded very strange to Zhu Lian: The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old slowly with you. Collection points along the way Every bit of laughter will be saved for later, while sitting in a rocking chair and chatting slowly...
Wang Lin hummed and sang like crazy.
He thought of the dreamlike past, the long rainy alley, and the lilac-like girl holding an oil-paper umbrella that he loved in his previous life.
Until her shadow completely overlaps with Zhu Lian.
The two hugged each other tightly.
Yan Qing's urgent and low voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, there will be something urgent to report!"
Wang Lin frowned, and his heart tightened.
He knew Yan Qing's temperament. At this time, unless something big happened, Yan Qing would not enter the inner house in person and meet him face to face.
Wang Lin gently touched Zhu Lian's back and motioned her to retreat into the inner room, and then said calmly: "Xiao Yi, come in."
I won the bid, I got Yang, I have a high fever that won’t go away, my whole body reacted violently, and I was in so much pain that I couldn’t sit still. I will continue to write these two days, but I can’t guarantee how much I will write. Sorry everyone.