Became a feudal lord in the late Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 118 Seal the Wolf and Helan Mountain
  Liu Ling believed that it was definitely not because of selfish desires that he slept in the Xixia Palace as a B&B.

He had no choice but to do so.

They ran all the way from Yunzhong Mansion to the desert. At first, there were more than 10,000 soldiers under them. But along the way, there were many soldiers who died of exhaustion and fell behind. When they wiped out the Dangxiang tribes one by one, there were also some soldiers among them. Killed in battle.

After the Battle of Huaizhou and the subsequent march south to Xingqing Mansion, Liu Ling only had more than 6,000 auxiliary troops, which was equivalent to the loss of more than 4,000 soldiers on the previous journey.

He had to show an arrogant attitude and act as if I really had 50,000 Zhenyuan Army cavalry waiting for me to return.

That's why he trampled on the dignity of the Xia people again and again, slapped their left cheeks with his hand, and asked them to turn their right cheeks and slap them again.

It was because of this domineering attitude that the Xia people gave up most of their attempts. In fact, if they unite, even if Liu Ling really leads 50,000 Zhenyuan troops to march westward, the Xia people can still mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops anytime and anywhere.

But for the leaders and dignitaries, their wealth consists of pastures, farmland and private soldiers under their command. The interests of the country have nothing to do with them at this time. And Liu Ling and the Zhenyuan Army are acting very difficult. Do they have to spend all their money to fight against the former?
  The curtain was lifted, and a woman wearing Xia Guohua clothes walked in, interrupting Liu Ling's thoughts. Her clothing is similar to that of the Han people, but she still retains a lot of Xia people's style.

Concubine Cao of Xia Guoxian pursed her lips. After seeing Liu Ling's eyes, she could only kneel down.

"The imperial concubine Cao has met Mr. Liu and wishes him well."

Zhao Heshou glanced at Cao who was kneeling on the ground with some envy. As the general of the Zhenyuan Army, he knew what happened between his commander and Queen Yelu yesterday. Even if Liu Ling wants to play with Cao again now, in his view It was no problem to come.

humiliation?

cruel?

Haha, Xixia plowed grass and valleys on the border of the Song Dynasty for many years, treating the Song people as two-legged sheep and plundering them wantonly. As a result, hundreds of thousands of civilians and soldiers were killed and injured, and countless women were kidnapped. Even the most pedantic ministers of the Song Dynasty court knew in their hearts that the so-called Wang Hua teachings were simply lies.

Who would complain on behalf of the Song people and soldiers who were massacred and killed by the Xia people?
  When the Jin people returned Yan land to the Song Dynasty, they also took away most of the households in Yan land. They would rather face the severe food shortage in the country than send back many households.

More than 20 years ago, the Battle of Yongle City broke out on the border between Song and Xia. Empress Dowager Xia Guoliang led an army to fight in person. As a result, more than 100,000 Song troops died in the battle. Therefore, when word of what Liu Ling did reached the Song Dynasty, it would only arouse applause.

"Lift your head and let me see."

Cao raised her head nervously. As a woman, when she was sent here, it meant that the people in her home country had given up on her, and in exchange, the Xia people did not send more armor or weapons.

"She looks quite pitiful."

Liu Ling motioned for her to sit down, and Cao sat on her knees with her head lowered and said nothing.

"Do you know where you are now?"

Mr. Cao answered the name of a mountain in Dangxiang language. Translated in Chinese, it was Helan Mountain.

"Yes, tomorrow, I will take you and the accompanying Xia ministers and nobles to climb a mountain to worship heaven."

"Sacrifice to heaven." Mrs. Cao raised her eyes and replied in Liao dialect: "I heard that in the Central Plains, only the emperor can offer sacrifices to heaven."

Liu Ling held his chin with his left hand and tapped the table rhythmically with his right hand, and replied: "Years ago, a general also made sacrifices to heaven in the north."

Liu Kai silently looked at the list of ritual utensils, handed it to Ma Kuo next to him, and whispered: "A lot of ritual utensils are missing."

Ma Kuo found Liu Ling with the list. The latter smiled and replied:

"The ritual utensils are already here."

The Xia people wanted to be careful and save some face, but both the Song Dynasty and the historians would deliberately ignore this matter. When publicizing it to the outside world, who would care if you lacked ritual utensils?
  "Mr. Liu."

"Ah."

"Is the act of offering sacrifices to heaven excessive?"

Ma Kuo gradually became aware of Liu Ling's ambition, but he still persuaded him with good intentions.

"Don't worry Zichong, I'm just here to pay homage to my predecessors."

"Who are you paying tribute to?"

Liu Ling did not answer, and followed his gaze. They were now standing on a small peak in the Helan Mountains. The Xia people's envoys and dignitaries stood aside with stiff faces. Four hundred Zhenyuan soldiers were wearing armor. Reflecting the cold light, they lined up on the gentle hillside. In front of them was a high platform for sacrifice. Han Shizhong was wearing black armor and red robe, and next to him was another Zhenyuan Army general. Each of them held a newly made tablet and slowly climbed onto the high platform.

The tablets respectively read:

Therefore, Hou Huogong, the great Sima champion of the Han Dynasty, cured his illness.

Therefore, the great general of the Han Dynasty, the great commander-in-chief, Changping Hou, Wei Gongqing.

Liu Ling adjusted his armor. When he stepped towards the high platform, the four hundred soldiers raised their weapons and slammed them on the ground. In the distance, the sound of war drums sounded when the Zhenyuan army ordered an attack.

A kind of Xia people's nobles and Concubine Cao raised their heads in panic. Liu Kai walked in front of them, feeling indescribable pleasure in his heart.

He waved his sleeves and shouted loudly: "Kneel down!"

Although Liu Ling and Queen Yelu kept saying that they wanted to offer sacrifices to heaven, they did not perform the emperor's ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven at this time.

He stood in front of the memorial tablets of two Han generals, reached out and threw the lit thatch into the small cauldron. There were a lot of flammable materials inside. At this moment, thick smoke rose into the sky.

The military official next to him began to read out the sacrificial manuscript, which also contained content in memory of Wei Huo.

Beside me, thick smoke rose into the sky, and in my ears, the sound of war drums continued.

Han Shizhong looked to the side and saw more than thirty Xia people kneeling under the high platform. The leader was naturally Concubine Cao.

It didn't feel like a dream, after all, he followed the commander all the way to fight for real.

At this moment, he just felt that Concubine Cao Xian,
  Hey, it's pretty cool.

After the literary official finished reading the manuscript, he handed it to Liu Ling, who took it and threw it into the burning cauldron. Immediately afterwards, several health masters came up and offered sacrifices with "Shao Lao" specifications.

Standing in front of his two trusted generals, Liu Ling smiled and said, "Good minister."

"The general will be here." Han Shizhong agreed.

Liu Ling pointed to the two tablets and said with a smile: "Actually, there is one missing tablet here. Guess which one is missing?"

"The last general is stupid."

Liu Ling patted his shoulder and turned around.

The heads of the Xia Kingdom and the Cao family under the high platform saw him slowly walking down the high platform, thinking that the sacrifice was over, so they were about to stand up. Liu Ling glanced at them and said lightly: "Did you get up?"

He spoke in dry Dangxiang dialect, but the contempt in his tone was undisguised.

All the Xia people knelt down again in frustration.

The truly powerful Xia people will not come here at all today. The job of these people in front of Liu Ling today is to make him "happy".

There is essentially no problem with worshiping Wei Huo. Whether it was the third year of Song Zhenghe or the fifth year of Xuanhe, the court had deliberately promoted Wei Huo, but it was not that Liu Ling did not dare to sacrifice to heaven and only dared to sacrifice Wei Huo. Had a hard time.

He felt that there was no point in Xia Ren, an opponent who was weak at the first blow. It would be better to wait until the next time he really hits Langjuxu Mountain. At that time, no matter what his identity is, he must sacrifice to the world.

The literary official responsible for carving the stone tablet to record the merits came over and said respectfully: "Commander, the inscription has been carved."

In addition to the inscription, there is also a line of words engraved on a peak of Helan Mountain:

In the sixth year of Xuanhe, Liu Ling of the Han Dynasty conquered the Xia Kingdom and built a capital temple to worship Wei Huo and comfort his ancestors.

The stone tablet will be damaged and the inscriptions will disappear, but today's scene will become an eternal shame for the Xia people.

Liu Ling nodded slightly and said: "Go down with the order and know the three armies. Today, our army will be in charge!"

(End of this chapter)