Wanyan Liang usurped the throne and ascended the throne, but his foundation was unstable. After becoming the emperor, he started a massacre of Wanyan relatives who might threaten him.

He killed all the descendants of Taizong Wanyan Wu Qimai. Wanyan Yong was not killed because he was the descendants of Taizu Aguda, but he was also in danger at one time.

Later, he escaped danger and became a remnant in Tokyo, but all the real power was in the hands of Wanyan Liang's confidant Gao Cunfu, who was just a noble prisoner.

Wuyan Puluhun was not unaware of his situation.

But now, due to the war, Wanyan Yong has stepped onto the front and temporarily got rid of his identity as a prisoner.

However, how long can this freedom last?

Will it be suspicious of Wanyan Liang?

Wuyan Puluhun didn't care. He had always kept a distance from the imperial power dispute, which was an important political wisdom for him to survive until now.

At present, he only needs to fight this war well.

"At present, the Khitan thief army is large and its morale is strong. Our army cannot fight against it for the time being. Let's defend the city for the time being and stalemate it."

Wuyanpu Luhun sighed: "I am old and not as sharp as I used to be. If it were back then, even if I were injured, I would have a bloody battle with these thieves."

Wanyan Yong smiled and said, "I remember that the old general followed the army all the way south and defeated the Song people all the way to Hangzhou. Unfortunately, I was born late and didn't catch up with that good time."

When Wuyan Puluhun talked about the past, he immediately became excited.

"Isn't that? We started in the bitter and cold land of Liaodong, and there were less than 10,000 soldiers in total. Who would have believed that we had really spent more than ten years to destroy the great Liao Kingdom? Not to mention the later Song Kingdom.

When Emperor Taizu said that Song was a big country. He had been confronting Liao for so many years and must have been very powerful and could not be confronted. Therefore, he advocated good at Song Xiu and formed an alliance with Song to fight against Liao. But who would have thought that Song was so incompetent and was defeated several times by the Liao army?

When I followed King Liang to attack Song, the road was unobstructed. When I met Song soldiers, they were almost not a single enemy. Occasionally, some people who dared to fight were quickly defeated. We quickly crossed the Yangtze River, entered the south of the Yangtze River, and went straight to Hangzhou, and fled Zhao Gou to the sea. At that time... tsk tsk tsk..."

When talking about these past events, Wuyanpu Luhun couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Wanyan Yong also yearns for this.

The brilliant achievements of our ancestors back then were so dazzling, but now, some old people talked about their glory back then, but they laughed and disagreed, thinking that the old people were too rustic, and they said what to do in war, and why can’t they live a good life?

Eat food and live in a comfortable big house. There are Han people and Khitan serfs who help them produce food for their enjoyment. How good is this kind of life? Why do you always think about fighting?

Reading, writing, writing, writing poetry, and going out with the children of Han masters wearing Confucian robes, going out for a walk and enjoying the spring, the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and the beauty is in her arms. How romantic and happy?

fight?

Fuck it!

The descendants of these Jurchens obviously took such a life as a matter of duty.

But Wanyan Yong knew that this situation was achieved by his ancestors with one sword and one shot.

Just decades ago, the Jurchens were still slaves of the Khitans and were oppressed by the Khitans. If there was no war, how could the Jurchens turn over and make the decision?

The delicious food and comfortable big house are gifts given to the Jurchens by God with a wave of his hand?

That's not the case.

Wanyan Yong felt that the current situation of rebellion in the north and south was also related to the fact that the contemporary Jurchens forgot the difficulties and difficulties before the founding of the Jin Kingdom and the crises at the beginning of the founding of the country.

If one day he can take power, he must educate these unworthy descendants who have forgotten the war.

But……

When will you take power?

Wanyan Yong fell into a slight depression.

On the other hand, after recalling for a while, Wuyan Puluhun returned to reality.

"But who had thought that it was only so many years? Twenty years? In less than twenty years, the army of the Great Jin Kingdom was so depressed! If King Liang was alive and saw such a scene, he would not know what he would be angry like!"

Wanyan Yong thought for a while and asked, "Is our army really that strong back then?"

Wuyanpu Luhun nodded immediately.

"We are strong, why aren't we strong? We have defeated one Liao Kingdom and half Song Kingdom!"

Wanyan Yong asked again: "Then why did my army never destroy Song? I once heard that someone advocated destroying Song in one fell swoop, but why did it not be realized?"

"This... is a long story."

Wuyanpu Luhun sighed: "To be honest, we are strong, but we don't seem to be that strong. At that time, we all felt that the Liao army and the Song army were vulnerable, but occasionally, there were still some troops that could fight.

We have also suffered defeats, many times, especially later, the army led by Yue Fei was really invincible. As good as King Liang, there was no way to deal with him. We wanted to completely destroy Song many times, but we were all beaten back."

"Is it because we are not strong enough, or is the Song people not that weak?"

Wanyan Yong asked this question very well.

Wuyan Puluhun thought for a long time before he said slowly: "In my opinion, there may be both. We are not that strong, and the Song people are not that weak. Moreover, after the two sides have been fighting for a long time, they are familiar with each other, so it is difficult to say who has more advantages."

"So if our army once again goes south to attack Song again, can we win?"

Wanyan Yong asked the most critical question.

Wuyan Pu Luhun was stunned and immediately looked at Wanyan Yong with a strange look.

"What do you want to say?"

"I was just simply curious. I heard that Your Majesty was preparing to attack Song in the south. I don't know if our army could win. I heard that all the civil and military officials in the court were very resistant to attacking Song in the south. You must attack Song in order to take such action."

Wanyan Yong's face did not change his color.

Wuyanpu Luhun stared at him for a long time before sighing and shook his head.

"It's hard to say. If this kind of thing really happens, who can say it accurately? Most of the ministers in the court think that it's not that they can't win, but it's difficult to swallow the Song State in one bite, so they don't support the war. However, His Majesty insists on his own actions, and we ministers can only obey the order."

"Then do you think our army can defeat the Song army and destroy the Song State?"

"Defeating the Song army is two different things."

Wuyan Pu Luhun shook his head: "Even if he defeated the Song army in a short time, the national strength of the Song State is there and the population is there. As long as they want, it can still cause us great trouble."

Wanyan Yong nodded, thoughtful, and asked again, "Now the rebels in the north and south are invading. Is it really okay to force the attack on Song under such circumstances? In short, I think this is not possible. Just suppress the rebellion. Only after stabilizing the internal situation can we talk about destroying Song, right?"

Wuyan Pulu smiled.

"Are you afraid that I will tell Your Majesty what you say, Your Majesty will punish you?"

"The veteran general will never do such a thing for his whole life. Besides, I am just a minister talking about the gains and losses of the court. If this is wrong, isn't it just that guarding the people more than guarding against Sichuan?

Such things have happened countless times in the past, and each time they have a bad ending. With His Majesty's wisdom, decisiveness and knowledge, he will definitely not do such things."

Wanyan Yong also smiled.

Wuyan Pu Luhun was stunned for a moment, looked at Wanyan Yong up and down, and then burst into laughter again.

Of course he would not tell Wanyan Liang about these things, and his surname is not Wanyan.

He was just here to fight, and he would not participate in anything else. He would go in his left ear and his right ear. He knew nothing and remembered nothing.

However, participating in court politics was his philosophy of survival for a stable life.

Wuyan Puluhun, who came from the blood-colored alternating era of the previous emperor and the blood-colored throne, knew very well what to do and what to avoid.

He had seen too many people who were more powerful than him, higher status than him, and more wiser than him died before him. Their silent wails were always alerting Wuyan Puluhun what should be done and what should not be done.

His military achievements and his identity as a seventy-year-old veteran are destined to have a good end as long as he does not participate in the court struggles too much. This is a political privilege for his military achievements and vitality.

He will not give up the political privileges he has won for his lifelong battle.

Politics is not something that everyone can play with. You need to be strong and smart.

But sadly, there are not even many people who can clearly realize that they can't play politics, so they always die very quickly.

As time entered mid-to-late June, the climate began to become hot. Under the scorching sun, the enthusiasm of the Khitan Restoration Army to attack Liaoyang City was gradually evaporated by higher temperatures.

Moreover, as the weather gets hotter and hotter, many soldiers have not received proper and timely treatment, and their wounds are rapidly inflamed, and their injuries are rapidly deteriorating, resulting in large numbers of deaths.

He did not die on the battlefield, but died because of the inflamed wound that did not look serious. He was miserable and miserable. After he died, he could only bury it in a hurry or simply set fire to it.

As June entered, the number of Khitan Restoration Army soldiers who died of injuries exceeded the number of people who died in battle. Moreover, with the defeat of being unable to break through Liaoyang City for a long time, the morale of the army gradually became unstable and morale gradually declined.

Seeing this, Saba was quite worried.

He asked people around him for advice, but people around him could not give good plans.

Su Yin was recalled to the Central Plains by Su Yonglin half a month ago. It is said that there was something important to do. He temporarily left the Khitan Restoration Army, so Saba did not have a reliable consultant to help him.

At the same time, he learned that the momentum of Yilawowo's attack on Linhuang Mansion had also been setbacks, and the army was bleeding from the heads under Linhuang City, causing serious losses.

The situation in Liaodong has undergone subtle changes.

And Saba noticed it.
Chapter completed!