In the early morning of the golden autumn season, walking on the Imperial Street of Bianjing City, Luo Shichang, the deputy envoy of Xixia, who was in a bad mood, looked at the dilapidated houses and depressed streets on both sides, shaking his head and sighing frequently.
"How could the world's greatest city, Tokyo, be so dilapidated?"
The city is in dilapidated condition, and the people's clothes are shabby, which is a far cry from the rich and powerful in their splendid robes. There are a lot of people with bald hair and braided hair, but they don't look like the most elegant ladies in the world in Tokyo.
"The fine city of Tokyo was ruined by them like this!"
Attendant Zhang Han couldn't help but said.
The huge stones in Jinshui River are all "relics" from when the Song army demolished the Genyue Mountain stone to defend the city during the Jingkang period of the Northern Song Dynasty nearly a hundred years ago.
The Jin people ruled the Central Plains for nearly a hundred years, and they were too lazy to fish out the stones in the shallow Jinshui River. This is evident from their careless governance of the country.
The rain at night in the Golden Pond, the bright moon on the Zhouqiao Bridge, the clouds in Gen Yue, and the noisy Alum Towers. The romantic and prosperous Tokyo city can only remain in poetry and imagination.
"The Daxiangguo Temple has become a vegetable garden. How do the Jin people know how to govern the country? Now they are chased by the Mongols and have fled to the Central Plains. There are only 300,000 to 400,000 people in the city, almost all of them are sergeants. They ruined Bianjing City, and now they have another Come live. You deserve it!"
The words of Li Zhong'e, the official envoy of the Western Xia Dynasty, were somewhat gloating about misfortune.
The Jin people and the Xia people had been fighting off and on for decades, and even when they came to ask for help, they still had uncontrollable hostility in their bones.
"Xiangong Li, please stop being sarcastic. The Jin people cannot protect themselves and cannot help us. We, Daxia, may also face disaster!"
The consolation from Li Shaoying, the Minister of Zuosi of Shangshu Province, made the sarcasm in Li Zhong'e's brow disappear without a trace.
The Mongolian army returned from the Western Expedition, Genghis Khan divided his princes into confederations, and the Tatar army prepared their troops and marched south to invade Xixia in just a moment.
Without foreign aid, it would be difficult for Xixia to hold on with its own strength alone, or it would be a disaster for the country.
"Xianggong Luo, the Tatar army is moving south. Will the Emperor of Jin send troops to help us?"
Li Shaoying was worried and asked softly.
Emperor Li Dewang of the Western Xia Dynasty sent Li Zhong'e, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, Luo Shichang, the Xuanhui envoy of the Southern Academy, and Li Shaoying, the doctor of Zuosi, Shangshu Province, to the Jin Dynasty. Yesterday, they just concluded a peace treaty with the Jin Dynasty.
The main purpose of the peace treaty: Jin Xia is a country of brothers, and the Xia Dynasty serves the Jin Kingdom as brothers; the two countries each use their own country's era name, and the Jin Dynasty does not grant annual coins to the Xia Kingdom. Xia Jin gets back together.
Even though an alliance has been reached, even though they are considered brotherly countries, the Jin people are vague about sending troops to assist in the war and have not made a clear statement.
"Look at the state of Bianjing City. The Kingdom of Jin has too much time to take care of itself. How can they help us?"
Luo Shichang shook his head and categorically denied the possibility of Jin Guo going to war.
Bianjing, which was once the richest city in the world, prosperous and elegant, with a population of over one million, is now depressed, dilapidated, and the residents are seriously barbaric. The Jin Kingdom is not the original Jin Kingdom, and Bianjing City is not the original Bianjing City under the Northern Song Dynasty.
Emperor Wanyan Shouxu of the Jin Kingdom was indecisive, wavering between Mongolia and Zhan without saying a word. It is estimated that Xixia can only "strengthen itself".
"These damned Tatars! These are the pilgrims who want to destroy me, Daxia!"
Li Zhong'e cursed fiercely.
"The land of tigers and wolves! The land of tigers and wolves!"
The wrinkles on Luo Shichang's face became deeper.
Li Zhong'e and Luo Shichang looked forward with their heads down, and the Xixia envoys all looked ugly.
Emperor Li Dewang of Xixia wanted to unite with Jin to fight Mongolia and save Xia from danger, but it was probably to no avail. The Jin Dynasty was driven from the north to the south of the Yellow River by the Mongolian army. Its population was only three to four million, its troops were depleted, its wealth was exhausted, and the people were filled with resentment. It was unable to aid Xia in its fight against Mongolia.
What's even worse is that Emperor Li Dewang also took in Genghis Khan's enemy, the son of Wang Han of the Kerei tribe, who also assassinated Sangkun. Luo Shichang tried his best to remonstrate, but Li Dewang refused to listen, and Luo Shichang was helpless.
"I, Daxia, once joined forces with the Song people to attack the Jin Dynasty. I wonder if the Song people can help?"
When he was in urgent need of treatment, Li Shaoying suddenly asked.
In the twelfth year of Jiading (1220), An Bing, the Sichuan envoy of the Song Dynasty, joined forces with Xixia to launch the "Battle of Qin and Gong". Ning Zining, the privy envoy of Xixia, led more than 200,000 troops. It was agreed that Xia troops would conduct field battles and Song troops would attack the city. The Song army failed to attack Gongzhou, and Xixia refused to assist the Song army in attacking Qinzhou, so the Song army returned.
In October of the fourteenth year of Jiading (1221), Xixia once again sent people to attack the Jin Dynasty. An Bing, the envoy of the Sichuan system in the Song Dynasty, died of illness.
"Song people?"
Li Zhonge was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"I only heard that the new emperor of the Song Dynasty has ascended the throne, but the border between Song Dynasty and Xia Dynasty is blocked, and there is no contact between the two countries. We don't know anything about what is going on in the Song Dynasty!"
"The soldiers of the Song Dynasty are weak and the scholar-bureaucrats can lead them. What's the use? Besides, I heard that the Song people have repeatedly conspired with the Tatars to break the gold. How could they help me, Daxia, to deal with the Tatars?"
The high school attendant said it listlessly.
"That's not possible. There has been an armistice between the Song and Jin Dynasties. The Tatars are tigers and wolves, and the people of Song Dynasty will not understand the truth that their lips are dead and their teeth are cold."
Luo Shichang holds a different view.
It's a pity that they have no idea what the Song people are like, what their military strength is, and what the government and the public are like.
"The Song people are just officials, but the soldiers below are quite brave. If we can really bring the Song people in and deal with the Tatars together, maybe I, Daxia, still have a chance of survival."
Li Zhong'e's heart couldn't help but move.
The Great Xia had only one or two million people, while the Song Dynasty had fifty or sixty Great Xia and twenty or thirty Jin kingdoms. If Da Song could get involved...
"I heard that the emperor of the Song Dynasty has died, and the new emperor killed the powerful official Shi Miyuan. The Song Dynasty is in a mess now, and I'm afraid I can't help!"
Youshi followed in confusion.
"It's been a year since he took the throne, how could it still be in such a mess? Does anyone know the details of this Song Emperor?"
Luo Shichang asked subconsciously.
He couldn't remember what Emperor Song's name was for the moment.
The entourage shook their heads. Luo Shichang and Li Zhong'e looked at each other, both disappointed.
I don't know anything about the Song people, so even if I want to try hard, I won't be able to do it.
"Useless!"
Luo Shichang looked at the dilapidated and towering palace tower at the end of the Royal Street, his expression was ugly, and he said something bitter.
I don’t know whether he was talking about his subordinates or the Jin people.
"Ms. Luo, if you do your best, God's will is inevitable. We can only rely on God's will."
Li Zhong'e comforted Luo Shichang, feeling helpless.
Looking at the bookstore on the street with its spacious facade and carved beams and painted pillars, as if it was open to visitors, Li Zhonge stopped and his eyes lingered on the plaque.
"Bianjing Bookstore! Finally opened!"
Li Shaoying read it out softly.
"Tell me, what is Zhang Tiangang's intention in letting us come to this bookstore?"
Li Zhong'e asked thoughtfully.
"Bianjing Bookstore, you will know it when you enter!"
Luo Shichang replied thoughtfully.
Before the peace agreement was signed, they had been here before, but the doors and windows were closed and there was no one around. They thought the owner was out, but they didn't expect to see a guest today.
After the peace agreement between the two countries was signed, the bookstore opened its doors for business. This seemed to be intentional.
"Go in and take a look!"
Li Zhong'e took the lead, and Luo Shichang and others looked at each other and followed suit.
They wanted to know if there was any unexpected surprise.
"Tatar policy!"
After entering the bookstore, several people walked around and their eyes rested on "Tatar Strategy" on the bookshelf.
"Written by Zhao Hong of the Great Song Dynasty!"
Li Zhong'e couldn't help but be stunned, flipping through a few pages, and was startled. He couldn't help but raise his head and asked:
"Shopkeeper, this "Tatar Strategy" was written by Zhao Hong from the Song Dynasty? Who is this person?"
With just a quick glance, Li Zhonge knew that what was said in this book was so accurate and insightful that it was definitely written by everyone.
"Sir, at first glance, you are from Xixia!"
The shopkeeper's sharp eyes saw that several people had bald hair, and he guessed the identities of Li Zhonge and others.
"Sir, you have a good eye. This "Tatar Policy" was indeed written by Zhao Hong from the Song Dynasty. Don't underestimate this Zhao Hong, he is the current emperor of the Song Dynasty. I also have his collection of poems and printed publications. They are all exquisite and come from the Great Bookstore of Lin'an Prefecture of the Song Dynasty. They are beautifully engraved. You can take a look!"
The shopkeeper was all smiles and introduced enthusiastically.
It's hard to do business these days, but these guys look like they're not short of money, and they might be able to make a lot of money.
"Zhao Hong! Emperor of the Song Dynasty!"
Li Zhonge and the others looked at each other and understood instantly.
No wonder the name Zhao Hong seems familiar to him. He turned out to be the Emperor of the Song Dynasty.
The new emperor of the Song Dynasty ascended the throne, and Xixia was being besieged by the Mongolian army. How could he care to pay attention to this. After the Mongolian army withdrew, the Xixia people's first thought was to form an alliance with the Jin people, but they actually forgot about the Song Dynasty in the south.
A copy of "Tatar Policy" and a copy of "Selected Poems of Zhao Hong" were held in their hands and looked at with sweat on their foreheads and trembling hearts.
"...The Tatar army is full of cavalry and can move quickly. Not only does it move quickly, but it also has the widest range of activities. Before capturing a place, it first destroys the area and then concentrates on attacking the stronghold. If a big city is difficult to capture, First, destroy its surroundings, turning the city into an isolated and dead city that has no choice but to surrender. The Tatars used this method to attack the central capital of the Jin Kingdom..."
Li Shaoying was frightened when he saw it, and his palms were wet.
How could Zhao Hong of the Song Dynasty be so familiar with the tactics of the Tatar cavalry?
Could it be said that he also went to the battlefield and fought against the Tatar cavalry?
"... Right and wrong, success or failure is gone, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
There are so many beauties in the country that it attracts countless heroes to bow their waists. I regret that Emperor Qin and Han Wu were slightly inferior in literary talent..."
Li Zhong'e's heart swayed when he saw it, and he blurted out unconsciously.
"This person's lyrics are generous and arrogant, comparable to Xin Su. Only Jinxiu in the Southern Dynasty has such a person!"
Luo Shichang was also excited and sweating uncontrollably.
Li Zunxu, the Supreme Emperor of the Western Xia Dynasty, was a scholar at a young age, well versed in calligraphy, and skilled in official seal script. In the tenth year of Tianqing's reign, he ranked first in the imperial examination.
But compared with the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Hong, he was simply out of place and not worth mentioning.
At least, the Supreme Emperor couldn't even think of the artistic conception of this word.
A person's vision really determines his pattern. Otherwise, the Supreme Emperor would not have single-handedly deprived Daxia of national power and made the people miserable.
"How does the Emperor of the Song Dynasty know so much about the Tatar army? If this book had been available earlier, I wouldn't have been able to..."
Li Zhong'e shook his head and sighed, but couldn't say any more.
"I just don't know, is this person just showing off and talking on paper?"
Li Shaoying frowned and couldn't stand the author Zhao Hong's praise of Temujin.
They knew nothing about the Emperor of the Song Dynasty.
However, with the current ruin of Xixia and the situation of the Mongolian army, this "Tatar Strategy" is not as practical as a feather arrow.
The weak Xixia has no chance and time to make a comeback.
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows...the sun sets in the west, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world. How could this emperor of the Song Dynasty have such a profound understanding of life?"
Luo Shichang's forehead was sweating and his heart was shaking.
"The genius of the generation, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot eagles... It is concise and concise, what an apt evaluation!"
He destroyed countless countries, wielded soldiers like a god, bent his bow and shot giant eagles, and his martial arts were so prosperous that he could indeed be called a genius of his generation, but he was not lucky to Xixia.
Could the surprise Zhang Tiangang mentioned have something to do with the Emperor of the Song Dynasty?
Luo Shichang's heart suddenly started beating wildly.
