The smoke is heard, the rain is whistling, the millet is born, and the hairpins and clothes in the palace are in the old imperial capital.
If you ask about the prosperity and failure of ancient and modern times, please just look at Luoyang City.
Luoyang, the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties, is surrounded by mountains. It gathers the essentials of the world and strangles the throat of Jiuzhou. It is supported by the Yellow River in the north, and the Qinling Mountains and Xiaoshan Mountains are in the west. There are also Luohe River and Yishui River. It is an important military area that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. .
It's a pity that since Huang Chao in the late Tang Dynasty. Luoyang has experienced countless wars, and like the city of Chang'an in Shaanxi and the city of Tokyo in the Central Plains, its prosperity has been wiped out and withered.
In the second year of Jianwu of the Song Dynasty and the ninth year of Jin Zhengda, in the autumn of 1231 AD, the Mongolian Khan Wokuotai led his troops southward. The Mongolian army crossed the river from Baipo, the ferry of the Yellow River, and was unstoppable. After the battle at Sanfeng Mountain, the Mongolian army captured Luoyang City. Before leaving, burn the ruined Luoyang City to the ground.
On the valley road from Shaanzhou to Luoyang, countless Song troops were marching along the valley. The team was endless and endless, and the soldiers were fully armored. Under the sunlight, it was dazzling. Pulled by horse-drawn men, gun carriages rolled forward one after another, flags fluttering, and the long queue was endless.
The Song army occupied the natural barrier of Tongguan, making it clear from west to east. From Tongguan to Shaanzhou, and then to Luoyang City. The army cannot walk along the cliffs on both sides of the Yellow River. It can only cross the Ma Tou Mountain, and then follow the valley of the Gu River through Mianchi and Xin'an to Luoyang City.
The plains on both sides of the valley road are full of Henan people with sad faces and beggars. They looked at the Song army rolling eastward, talking and pointing.
Since the Song army occupied Shaanxi, the Shaanxi aborigines who were originally moved to Henan have fled back to their homeland. Many people in Henan have also fled to Shaanxi, hoping to escape with their lives. Song Junqiu did not commit any crimes. The Shaanxi Appeasement Department properly arranged for the people to go to Shaanxi. The newspapers publicized it and encouraged Henan people to go to Shaanxi. This also made these Henan people have a good impression of Song Jun. Just like now when the Song army entered Henan, the people under the rule of the Jin Kingdom were not afraid, but instead talked about it curiously.
"Song Jun, it's scary to look at!"
"I can defeat the Tatars, so they must be powerful!"
The people whispered, and someone said suspiciously:
"These Song troops are not going to attack Luoyang City, are they?"
"Yes! Song and Jin are feuding. With such a large formation, the Song army is not really here to recover Luoyang City and Bianjing City, right?"
Only then did everyone feel a little scared, and they encouraged a few old men with white beards and patches on their bodies to come.
"Second uncle, fourth uncle, you are older, they won't do anything to you. Go and ask."
Endless soldiers of the Song Army marched forward, they were uniform, everyone held their heads high and their chests high, full of energy.
Among the army, the coach Cao Youwen looked at the long dragon meandering forward with excitement in his heart.
Due to the shame of Jingkang, the Song Dynasty moved south and lived in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, unable to visit the north. Finally, 106 years later, the Song army moved north.
The emperor asked his troops to besiege Bianjing City, but if these monsters and demons were not eliminated along the way, and the army would be attacked from both sides, could he rest assured?
Several rangers came from the front and stopped in front of them. A scout clasped his fists on his horse and reported to Cao You.
"General, our front troops have arrived at the gates of Luoyang City. General Yang asked us to wait for a report. There are tens of thousands of people defending Luoyang City. The ones guarding the city are Jin Guopingzhang Zhengshi Wanyan Baisa and his son."
"Wanjun? I didn't expect the Jin man to still have some strength."
Cao Youwen nodded slightly, and the scouts rode away one after another.
"Give me the order and get to Luoyang City before dark!"
Entering Henan, this first shot must be fired.
The military order had just been handed down, and there was a lot of noise in the front. Cao Youwen could not help but frown.
"Go and see, what's so noisy?"
Cao Youwen heard that he was strict in running the army and was extremely strict with his subordinates. There were very few loud noises in the army, let alone during the march when going out to use troops.
"Back to the general, the people from Luoyang are blocking the way. They want to see the general."
The sergeant came over to report and advised:
"General, this is a golden land, and people's hearts are unpredictable. General, it's better not to go there to avoid any accidents."
"With you here, what should I be afraid of? Go over there!"
Cao Youwen did not hesitate and rode forward.
There are countless fierce battles, big and small, and you are still afraid of some farmers holding farm tools?
When I saw Cao Youwen coming over, there were a few gray-haired old men in front and a group of villagers behind. The two old men greeted Cao You one after another.
"Dear fellow villagers, I am Cao Youwen, deputy commander of the Western Route Army of the Northern Expedition of the Song Dynasty. If you have anything to say, just say it!"
Cao Youwen did not dismount his horse and asked the villagers in a warm voice.
Looking at these people with sallow faces and thin muscles, they all look like beggars. I really don’t know what they have gone through.
"General, are you going to attack Luoyang City?"
A thin, dark old man with a white beard spoke first.
"General, you won't kill innocent people indiscriminately like the Tatar soldiers, will you?"
Another old man with a white beard was tall and hunched over, with wrinkles on his face like tree bark.
"That's right, folks! Our officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty not only want to capture the city of Luoyang, but we also want to capture the city of Bianjing. However, you can rest assured that our King's Division of the Song Dynasty is not a Tatar army. Our army will not commit any crimes in autumn and will not kill anyone indiscriminately. Innocent people. Just wait and live a good life!"
Cao Youwen looked at the villagers, his expression unchanged.
Newspapers have said that during the Northern Expedition of the Song Dynasty, Qiu did not commit any crimes. The Song army's military discipline was strict, so naturally no one dared to commit any crimes.
"Thank you General!"
"Thank you General!"
The villagers expressed their thanks one after another, and some knelt down and kowtowed.
"Folks, when King Shi of the Song Dynasty takes over here, the folks will have food to eat and work to do, and no one will starve to death; the children will all be able to go to school without spending money; everyone will have land to farm, and there will be no taxes. ; Relief is provided to the old, weak, sick and disabled.”
Cao Youwen continued and waved his hand.
"Everyone, go get busy. Believe me, everyone's life will definitely get better!"
"General! Are you telling the truth?"
"General, you are not lying, are you?"
The villagers asked questions one after another.
"Liar? If you have a chance to visit our Song Dynasty, you will know."
Cao You heard the truth and told the truth. Maybe it won't be long before the Central Plains is recovered, and the same Wanghuasheng rule will be here.
"Shi Er, what do you want to do?"
Suddenly, a dispute broke out among the villagers. When the villagers tried to stop him, a short knife fell to the ground with a "clang", and all the soldiers around Meng Gong were shocked.
"Zhou Xiong, you bastard, why are you holding me back?"
A young man covered in patches was grabbed by the villagers. He cursed loudly and faced Cao Youwen with his eyes wide open.
"Second uncle, Uncle Hu, he is a Song general and an enemy of our Kingdom of Jin. I want to kill him and drive them out!"
"General, he wants to assassinate you! Kill this thief!"
"General, kill him!"
The soldiers around Meng Gong rushed forward, swords and guns raised, and surrounded Shi Er and others. Several soldiers roared angrily.
"General, he is still a child, please let him go!"
"General, please, let him go!"
"General, have mercy!"
The villagers knelt on the ground, and Shi Er, who wanted to assassinate, was forced to kneel down, with unconvinced expressions on his face.
Several soldiers came forward and pulled Shi Er out of the crowd. Shi Er, who was struck with the back of his sword and the barrel of his gun, lay rolling on the ground, screaming in agony.
"General, kill them all!"
A general brandished a steel sword and shouted angrily.
"General, don't implicate the innocent!"
"General, think carefully!"
The surrounding Song army generals had different opinions.
"Let him go!"
Cao Youwen waved his hands, and the sergeants walked away angrily.
"Shi Er, right? You have to be lucky that you didn't assassinate me, otherwise everyone here would be buried with you."
Cao Youwen said coldly. He looked at the villagers with a chill in his eyes.
"Don't forget that this was once the land of our Song Dynasty, and the imperial mausoleum of our Song Dynasty is right in front. What we, the people of Song Dynasty, have lost, we, the people of Song Dynasty, must take back with our own hands."
He dismounted, walked over, helped Shi Er up on the ground, and stared into his eyes.
"Shi Er, you have to be lucky that you are Han. Otherwise, you would be a dead body right now."
Cao Youwen's hands were like iron hoops, Shi Er's arms were in severe pain, and the murderous look in Cao Youwen's eyes made him shudder.
The kind of ruthless killing of thousands of soldiers and horses on the battlefield, crawling out of the dead, made Shi Er's body tremble involuntarily.
"Live a good life! Remember, you are Han!"
Cao Youwen let go of his hand, and Shi Er collapsed to the ground again.
"Folks, live well!"
Cao Youwen mounted his horse, and the Song army continued to march. The unhappiness just now seemed to be forgotten.
"General, you are so kind. If it were me, I would have killed that kid long ago!"
The guard followed and said something resentful.
"Why bother with a child? There are more people like this in Bianjing City, are you going to kill them all?"
Cao Youwen shook his head and continued to move forward.
"General, when we capture Bianjing City, the whole world will be ruled by me, the Song Dynasty!"
Cao You was deeply moved by the guard's words.
After more than a hundred years, I can finally see the city of Tokyo! I hope that we can recover smoothly and live up to the emperor's trust.
"General, we have captured the city of Tokyo and restored the Central Plains. By then, thanks to the general's contribution, I believe he will be able to enter the Zhaoxun Pavilion."
The guard said enviously.
"Zhaoxun Pavilion, those are all people with outstanding merits. I am afraid that I will not be qualified for the job. It is the duty of our soldiers to defend our country and shed blood and sacrifice. As for the statement, I will leave it for future generations to comment."
There were fluctuations in his heart, but Cao Youwen remained calm on his face.
Zhaoxun Pavilion, the highest honor for civil servants and generals of the Song Dynasty, who wouldn’t want it?
"The general has a pure heart. If your majesty finds out, he will be very pleased. If the Central Plains is pacified, it will be like the recovery of the sixteen states of Yanyun and Lianghe, and it will leave a name in history."
The guard sincerely complimented his commander.
"If we can't take Luoyang City and restore the Central Plains, what will you do to His Majesty then?"
Cao Youwen looked into the distance. In the sky, under the setting sun, the majestic Luoyang City came into view.
To restore the Central Plains, let’s start from the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties in front of us.
