"Uncle, let me ask you, how does the Song Dynasty compare with the Liao Kingdom in terms of combat power?"
Wang Zhi tore open a chicken leg and his mouth was full of oil.
"Not even close."
Zhong Hao's answer was very pertinent.
"What about the Liao Kingdom compared to the Jin Kingdom?" Wang Erlang asked again.
"Not even close."
Zhong Hao still answered very pertinently.
Wang Zhi pursued him and asked: "Since the Song Dynasty was far worse than the Liao Kingdom, why did the Jin people, who could easily destroy the Liao Kingdom, let go of a meat that was easier to eat and fatter than the Liao Kingdom?"
Zhong Hao thought for a moment and then said: "Because the Song Dynasty and the Jin Kingdom have no enmity."
"Haha...Uncle, don't be ridiculous. Do those businessmen in Xixia have any grudges against Party Xiang's Li family?"
"Why don't you follow me and overthrow the Li family?"
Wang Zhi spit out the chicken bones, wiped his mouth, looked at Zhong Hao and said seriously: "Uncle, profit!"
"There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests."
"Even the ministers of a country can sell their country to outsiders. What else can't be controlled by interests?"
"With the wealth of the Song Dynasty and the prosperity of Bianjing, for those slaves who crawled out of the poor mountains and rivers, it was the most delicious food in the world."
"Even if there is no Zhang Jue, there will still be Wang Jue and Li Jue."
"The weak will be beaten. It doesn't matter whether there is a lead or not."
"It's just that the Zhang Jue incident brought this matter forward, chilled the hearts of the border generals, and completely threw away the slim chance of victory."
"The current prosperity of the Song Dynasty is nothing more than a castle in the air. Without the corresponding force to protect it, it will be destroyed in just an instant."
The nephew's words echoed in his mind. Zhong Hao stared at the dishes in front of him for a long time without taking his chopsticks. He could not find a reason to refute.
Just like the delicious dishes in front of him, he wants to eat them when he is hungry.
It was something that should be taken for granted. He could take luck and turn a blind eye, but he couldn't refute it.
After a while, Zhong Hao raised his head and looked at him, "Zhi'er, do you have any idea?"
"Don't look at me, I'm not."
Wang Erlang shook his head like a rattle. Facing the strongest Jurchens on the earth, we can only wait until Yue Fei and Han Shizhong grow up and take over the military power before they can resist.
Zhong Hao sighed and drank a glass of bitter wine.
At this moment, Wang Erlang frowned and said softly, "If there is a way, it's not impossible..."
Zhong Hao's eyes lit up, he looked at him and asked: "What can I do? Say it quickly!"
Wang Erlang replied: "Move the capital!"
The light in Zhong Hao's eyes dimmed again and he didn't answer.
"With Yan Yun out of hand, there are no dangerous mountains and rivers to the north of Kaifeng. There is only the Yellow River as a barrier. If the Jin people cross the Yellow River, it will be a flat river all the way to Bianjing."
After Wang Zhi finished speaking, Zhong Hao didn't speak to him, and continued to eat the stuffed vegetables one bite at a time.
Wang Zhi naturally knew that this matter could not be accomplished, so he just mentioned it casually.
None of the princes in the Manchu Dynasty knew that Kaifeng was undefeated, and the idea of moving the capital was not mentioned by anyone. Emperor Taizu had always advocated moving the capital, but he could not move it until his death. During the Renzong period, he was the deputy privy envoy When Fu Bi summarized the Song Dynasty's repeated defeats in the war against Xixia, he concluded that the establishment of Kaifeng as the capital was a drag. He believed that Kaifeng was "the so-called enemy on all sides, but it has only one battlefield since ancient times."
At that time, many knowledgeable people realized this problem and put forward their own suggestions. Fan Zhongyan once said: "Luoyang is dangerous and solid, and Bian is the place of the Four Wars. It is peaceful and suitable to live in Bian, that is, if you have something to do, you must live in Luoyang."
Qin Guan once said: "Those who have heard the opinions of the world, the following situation is no better than Chang'an, and the second is no better than Luoyang.
As for Kaifeng, it is just a conflict between the world and not a place of situation. "
For more than a hundred years, officials of all sizes have proposed moving the capital many times, but in the end they all fell through. There was nowhere for Wang Erlang to speak out.
"Oh, uncle, this kind of national event is not something that our uncle and nephew can control."
"You said that you are the commander of a small army and I am the deputy commander of a battalion. Wouldn't talking about these things only increase your worries?"
"Come, have a drink."
Wang Zhi raised his glass, and Zhong Hao had no choice but to drink with him, "You are right, my uncle has no right to speak about national affairs."
"But you are different." Zhong Hao looked at his nephew with eyes full of hope, "I have rushed the Xixia incident to the capital to express your merits for you. When you return to Bianjing, the whole country will be attracted by it, and no one will be able to ignore your words. , if you have the chance, you must find a way to prevent the Liao Kingdom from happening to us, the Song Dynasty."
Wang Zhi agreed casually, "Yes, I understand uncle."
Zhong Hao took a few bites of the food and then thought of something, "By the way, there are also your escorts, please don't take them out of the border."
Wang Erlang was a little anxious, "But if I don't bring the escort, I will only have more than thirty people. There are not as many people as the Tuoba Li family. By then, they will go to Bianjing on their own. Will they still have my credit?" "
"Can your private army be brought to Bianjing? Even though the court knows about it, you can't slap them in the face openly."
"what is it now?"
"Aren't you the deputy commander of the Japanese First Battalion? If you go back to Beijing on a mission, what can you do without your soldiers?"
"Wouldn't the credit still have to be shared with them?"
"Whether they are separated or not is not up to you. Even if you don't take them with you, they won't be able to escape."
"You are the deputy commander of the Japanese army, not the mere commander."
Wang Erlang was speechless. Those soldiers didn't matter, but it was disgusting to give the credit to that piece of shit Gao Yaofu.
But what my uncle said was right. He was a member of the Japanese army, and they were also performing the same mission together. So how could he have achieved such great achievements without the credit of his colleagues and superiors.
If he was not assigned by his superiors, then he would be disobeying orders and acting without authorization, and his merits would be greatly reduced. If the court was really shameless, he might be overpaying for his merits.
"Okay, it's easier for them."
Wang Zhi finally gave in and his good mood disappeared. He drank wine and talked about his worries with his uncle.
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"Ooooh~"
The rooster crows, and the dim light of the early sun shines on a thatched house through the mountain top.
With a creaking sound, the wooden door was opened from the inside, and a savage in ragged clothes, with messy hair and beard all tied together, walked out.
The savage grabbed the hoe against the wall, walked to the vegetable garden, and started weeding. His movements were very agile, and he seemed to be an experienced worker.
The sun was rising over the mountain, and it was getting a little hot. The savage wiped the sweat from his forehead with a piece of cloth hanging on his body. When he looked up, he saw several figures coming up the mountain.
The savage didn't care either. People from the foot of the mountain often came up the mountain to see if he was dead, but this time the weather lasted longer than the last time.
In the early days, meals were delivered every day, and then they were delivered once every few days. The portions were a bit too much. Winter was fine, but summer was simply not a human life, so the savage made a request: give him some seeds. He grows his own.
After the seeds were delivered, meals were delivered once every few days instead of being sent every half a month to see if he was still alive.
Calculating the time, it's been about a month since the last time, so it's normal to come and visit.
The savage continued to bend his back and hoe the ground, not even raising his head to look at the person coming behind him.
"Hey, old man, let me ask you, are there any other houses on this hilltop?" The man behind him asked breathlessly.
The savage shook his head. He had never seen it before. When he first came here, he thought about running away, but except for the road down the mountain in front of him, there were no roads at all. He could not walk. He had broken through the layers. He Zhi wanted to escape elsewhere, but after walking for a day and night, he became desperate and returned to this hut. At least he could survive here.
His room should be the only one here. Isn't the person coming here from the Zhenrong Army?
He turned around and looked at the person. He glanced at it twice and then rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He looked carefully again and confirmed who the person was. The hoe slipped from his hand and he asked with a trembling voice, "Gao Shang... is it?" Are you...are you here to rescue me?"
The person who came was Gao Shang, who was the deputy commander of the ninth battalion of the Japanese Army and Wang Zhi.
Gao Shang was looking into the distance to see if there were any other residences. He suddenly heard this question and quickly looked around. Finally, he stopped at the savage. After taking a closer look, he was so frightened that he quickly jumped in. Yuanzi, supported the savage and looked up and down, "Ya Nei, how did you end up like this?"
As Gao Qiu's confidant, he always called Gao Yaofu yanei in private.
When the two soldiers behind him saw this, they quickly followed him into the garden.
"slow!"
The savage, that is, Gao Yaofu, quickly stopped the two of them, "Don't step on my food."
Gao Shang said: "Oh, Yameni, we are here to take you back, why do you care about this?"
Only then did Gao Yaofu come to his senses and pulled Gao Shang, his voice excited, "Are you really here to rescue me?"
"Really, Yanei, let's go, pack your things, I'll take you down the mountain right now."
Gao Shang said and looked around, then pulled him to leave, "Forget it, there's no need to clean up. Let's go back."
"No, no, wait for me."
Gao Yaofu hurriedly took off his hand, squatted down and pulled out the vegetables one by one.
These are all his hard work. They were planted, watered, and weeded one by one and carefully cared for to grow so big. How could he just abandon them like this?
Upon seeing this, Gao Shang quickly called to the two people behind him, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and help Yamen pull the vegetables!"
As he said this, he took the lead and two soldiers quickly came over to help.
While pulling vegetables, Gao Shang asked Gao Yaofu why he looked like this.
Gao Yaofu told him everything he had experienced in the past three years, and Gao Shang was so angry that he called out all the eighteen generations of the Zhong family.
"What about you, where did the Zhong family take you?" Gao Yaofu asked him.
Gao Shang replied while picking vegetables: "The Zhong family transferred us to Qinfeng Road and never came back."
"Then why are you back now?"
"The mission is completed, let us come back naturally."
"Did the Northern Expedition succeed?"
"Well, so be it, the Liao Kingdom is destroyed."
Gao Yaofu's hand on picking vegetables suddenly stopped and he looked at him with wide eyes, "Liao Kingdom...is gone?"
"Well, not only the Liao Kingdom is gone, but Xixia is also gone."
"boom!!"
Gao Yaofu fell to the ground, looked at him blankly, and stopped thinking.
