The rise of the prince

Chapter 598 The sky is falling

Sitting silently in the car through the doorway of the Meridian Gate, mentioning Sichuan and Sichuan, and recalling those past events, Li Xingzhou felt a strong sense of urgency. The economic foundation determines everything, and he cannot let history repeat the same mistakes.

Compared with the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the Song Dynasty, and Jingguo today, the political atmosphere is very enlightened, because the urgency and worries of the emperor's full power are not at all like the Ming and Qing Dynasties, so there will be no sea bans at all, and instead encourage commerce.

In the competition, the development is always the fastest. The imperial court encourages that whoever wants to do well in overseas business needs to build bigger and faster ships. For their own interests, people can work hard.

But the problem is that the sequelae of delegating power to make the region bigger is that the forces of all parties are arguing, and the chain is lost at critical moments.

This is also what Li Xingzhou is most afraid of. Except for military power, Jingguo can let go of everything. This is the main reason for Jingguo's prosperity. Under the atmosphere, if one day encounters a powerful foreign enemy, it will be difficult to unite when the whole country needs to be twisted into a rope to tide over the difficulties. Everyone is independent and does what they want
Li Xingzhou got off the car at the Meridian Gate and went to the Privy Council Yamen under an umbrella. When he arrived, he was completely soaked below his knees.

When he entered the Privy Council Yamen together with the gatekeeper, he felt that the atmosphere was not right.

The two official escorts at the door greeted him softly after seeing him, then bowed their heads and remained silent.
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Li Xingzhou felt strange, and continued to walk forward. The rainwater in the courtyard rushed down along the green and black tile ditches, and finally converged into the large water tank in the middle. Swaying, crumbling, as if it would be broken at any time.

He walked through the courtyard under the eaves next to him, and turned to the corridor again. The rain was even heavier. The splashing rain formed a curtain of water from the tile ditch, and kept beating the blue bricks on the ground, making harsh and unpleasant sounds. The deafening thunder in the sky repeatedly echoed in the square courtyard of the Privy Council Yamen with blue bricks and gray tiles, making people upset.

He hurriedly quickened his pace, walked through the corridor in a few strides, and pushed open the big door with black air and pineapple wood carvings.

Everyone was waiting neatly in the main hall, except for five or six Privy Council officials on duty, there were ten people who were wet all over, Meteor Express Messenger of the Privy Council, they were covered with coir raincoats, their bodies were already soaked, and a puddle of water gathered under their feet depression.

"Why don't you go back and change your clothes first." Li Xingzhou said as he walked to the front desk.

"We are waiting for the prince." The person standing in front said something of unknown meaning.

He didn't understand what it meant, and said with a smile: "There's nothing to wait for, you can see it sooner or later."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to caress the dozen or so battle reports placed on the table. These battle reports must have been written by several armies separately, so there are only so many of them.
The battle reports are all dry, with only a few water marks on the corners, which shows their intentions.

Li Xingzhou first pulled out the battle reports of the Central Route Army Yang Hongzhao, because that was what he was most concerned about, and he was most anxious to see whether the Yanshan Mansion had been taken, but he always felt a little strange with so many people standing around him.

After opening the battle report, he looked slowly.

The torrential rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the splashing rain rushed to the ground along the roof tiles, and then smashed into pieces, spraying water mist, and then the wind blew, and the entire lobby was chilled.

Li Xingzhou looked at ten lines at a glance, and the faster he read, the battle reports were torn apart by him. When he saw the last one, he also felt the chill in the lobby. His hands and feet felt cold and his whole body was weak. Still a little dizzy at the table.

He pinched his eyebrows, then waved his hand and said, "Close the door."

Soon they were closed, the rain, fog and noise were cut off, and the world was finally quieter. Then he sat back on the chair and said, "You guys go back, don't get sick from the cold, it's not easy to come back this time, give each of them ten taels .”

The officials next to him whispered: "Your Majesty, this time the Privy Council Guanbei House sent a total of 12 urgent deliveries of the battle report. As a result, there was heavy rain, flash floods broke out along the road, landslides collapsed, and there were many obstacles. In the end, only [-] people made it to the capital. .”

"Understood." He nodded, understanding why they were standing here, "Go back and write down the situation of the remaining eight people, their names, where they live, and hand them over to the Privy Council."

"Thank you, my lord." Several people knelt down and thanked, and then left sadly.

But the biggest tragedy is that what they don't know is the content of the battle report in their arms. The Guanbei House of the Privy Council is in the territory of Jingguo anyway, so it's not surprising that they don't know.

Li Xingzhou took deep breaths one after another to calm himself down. The arrow he was most worried about was still shot out, Yelu Dashi, a talented and versatile Yelu Dashi!

First, using the defeated army as a bait, he made a surprise surprise attack on the large tent of the Chinese army, and drove Yang Hongzhao all the way from Zhuozhou out of Qigouguan. Taiyuan, or westward fleeing to the vast prairie cannot be stopped.

To make matters worse, the Central Route Army did not dare to swagger northward to encircle Nanjing City, because the army's flanks had leaked out, and Weizhou and Anding in the Liao Kingdom, which were originally controlled by the West Route Army, became the army's weakness.

According to the comparison of the battle reports of the three armies, the details are different, but in general Li Xingzhou has understood that this is a huge fiasco, history seems to be repeating itself, and it is Yelu Dashi again.

At the beginning, he relied on 3 to 20 people to defeat the [-] troops of the Northern Song Dynasty. Now he has repeated the myth, but the process is slightly different.

According to the battle report, the Chinese army that was the first to suffer the surprise attack did not lose the most. There were only more than 4000 people killed, injured, and fleeing and scattered. This is the data given by Yang Hongzhao.

But the West Route Army could be said to have been defeated, and they directly retreated to Daizhou, an important border town in Jingguo, to the north of Taiyuan, and the Liao Army gave up their pursuit.

In the end, the losses of the West Route Army were hard to count. Tens of thousands were killed, injured, and fled. At least more than 5 people. When there were no troops, there were only more than 1 Yang family troops, and almost all the imperial troops fled.

And there is another major reason for the disastrous defeat of the West Route Army, and that is the timidity of the Forbidden Army, who fled first, which led to the collapse of morale.

At the beginning, Zhong Daoyu was most worried, and he objected again and again, until the poisoned arrow fired by the emperor who was furiously dismissed from office also shot out, hitting Yang Wenguang. If there was no imperial army, he would only bring his own Yang family army, even if the number was less than half, the victory would still be equal. maybe
The news was as if the sky was falling, Li Xingzhou didn't know how to tell the emperor, he had already renamed the city of Nanjing Yanshan Mansion, and he was actively arguing for a long time about naming many ministers and princes.

The people outside the palace were also rejoicing. A few days ago, there were boats in pavilions and pavilions by the river, and there were many poetry gatherings, all of which were themed on celebrating the recovery of Yanshan Mansion and praising meritorious deeds.Even the Imperial College hosted it once.

As a result, I now tell them that Nanjing of the Liao Kingdom is still Nanjing of the Liao Kingdom, there is no Yanshan Mansion, and there is no recovery of the homeland.
(End of this chapter)