After listening to Yang Yibin's story, Wang Ning'an sighed, "Do you know that Yang Wenbin is dead, and he is still tragic! The Liao Kingdom blamed him for inciting the war of Song and Liao, and handed him over to the Song Dynasty. Mr. Ouyang ordered the war horses to trample Yang Wenbin to death... dozens of war horses repeatedly stepped past him, trampling him into a meat paste! Even a complete body did not fall down."

Yang Yibin was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Good death! He deserves to destroy the reputation of the Yang family and bring shame to his ancestors!"

"He is your cousin, aren't he really sad?"

"No!"

Yang Yibin replied very simply, "Our family has been farming in the Baoding Army for generations. In my grandfather's generation, three brothers died at the hands of the Khitans. The villain and they had a deep hatred! Yang Wenbin became an official and smuggled with the Liao people. For a little money, he ruined his conscience. The little one only regretted not revealing his face earlier. If he died earlier, he would not have fled to the Liao Kingdom!"

"oh?"

Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "Do you know Yang Wenbin was involved in smuggling?"

"There is no evidence for the young man, but he, who is in charge of the warehouse, does he get so much money! Apart from greed, isn't it just smuggling?" Yang Yibin said angrily.

"Then do you want his money?"

"No!" Yang Yibin said flatly: "In the first few years, he went to our house to pay New Year's greetings and brought a lot of gifts, but my parents drove them out."

Wang Ning'an asked a few more questions and found that Yang Yibin was indeed righteous and a little jealous of evil, like a talent that could be made.

"I can send you to the military camp, but you have to start with the most ordinary soldier. Are you willing to endure hardship?"

"willing!"

Yang Yibin replied excitedly: "As long as you can take in a small one, you can do anything!"

Wang Ning'an called his close guard over and ordered him to take Yang Yibin to the Jingsai Army's camp.

These days, he defeated the Liao Kingdom, welcomed Yang Wudi's remains, built a temple to sacrifice for Jiao Yong, and rewarded the meritorious soldiers... A series of actions made everyone admit that the court treated warriors differently.

More and more young people flocked to the military camp, eager to become a mighty warrior.

Di Qing believed in the policy of elite soldiers. Every soldier must be carefully selected, have a qualified body, have a clean family, and don’t want those who are too smart or those who are too stupid. Yang Yibin meets all kinds of conditions. Except for a traitor at home, there is no other problem.

With Wang Ning'an's help, Yang Yibin finally joined the Jingsai Army.

But he didn't have any preferential treatment, but Yang Yibin was willing to accept it and didn't care about any suffering.

In the first ten days, they were asked to learn military rules and participate in basic training. Ten days later, the formal military training began.

In the first lesson, ten elite guards were removed from the Palace Front Division. They were all rare masters, and each guard faced 5 soldiers.

Di Yong stood on the platform and said loudly: "You will start now, fight one of 5 times. Only by defeating the people in front of you can you eat! Start!"

The masters of the Palace Front Department may not be able to win even if they are 10.

As expected, as soon as the fight started, people were overturned and rolled around and Yang Yibin was no exception. He was kicked in his stomach and lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

The first round of recruits was wiped out, and the second round began again. Each of them had an extra bamboo pole and weapons, and the recruits rekindled their fighting spirit.

As a result, they were beaten even worse in this round. They were beaten down without even touching each other's clothes, and some people were even more frivolous and terrible.

Those ten masters were calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

Di Yong glanced at the recruits with contempt, "I'll give you one last chance. If you can't win, don't eat for a day!"

Yang Yibin squatted on the ground and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm. He had just gotten two more sticks. The other party was very quick and had too strong strength, and it was not comparable to them.

Yang Yibin gritted his teeth. He tried his best to kowtow from Baoding to the capital and kowtowed in front of the Yang family's tomb in exchange for the opportunity to join the army. He lost the first battle. How could he make a contribution and how could he wash away the shame of the Xue family?

He was quick to learn and called the other four people over, muttered a few words, and the four generals were skeptical and nodded.

Standing up again, Yang Yibin grabbed the bamboo pole in his hand, suddenly straightened his head and stabbed him at the master.

Damn, a useless man dared to take the initiative to attack. He was so brave. The master suddenly dashed to the side, treated the bamboo pole in his hand as a stick, and suddenly hit Yang Yibin behind him. He lay on the ground and gnawed a mouthful of mud.

But Yang Yibin didn't care. He stubbornly stared at the master, with a smug smile on his face.

Just as the master knocked over Yang Yibin, the other two recruits raised the bamboo poles fiercely and stabbed them straight. The master avoided it and threw away the bamboo poles in his hand and reached out to grab the two bamboo poles that were stabbed.

"Exercise force!" Yang Yibin lay on the ground and shouted.

The two recruits rushed forward with their energy, and the master stepped back step by step, and was forced to the side of the high platform Di Yong stood. At this time, the remaining two saw the opportunity and stabbed the bamboo pole, which hit the master's chest.

The competition was about bamboo poles. If you change into a spear and arrive on the real battlefield, this master is likely to be penetrated and turned into a candied haws.

His face changed slightly, and he was still scared.

He actually nodded to Yang Yibin a few times, and Yang Yibin was proud and happy.

The whole process was much faster than the description. The five rookies didn't understand how they defeated their opponents in the end.

Di Yong laughed, pulled Yang Yibin from the ground, patted the soil on his body, and smiled with approval.

"Yes, remember, no matter what enemy you face, as long as you dare to fight to the death, you have a chance of winning. As long as you can trust your brothers, you can win any enemy!"

Yang Yibin was extremely excited. He grinned and looked at the other four people. There was something more in everyone's eyes... The training of recruits was underway, and Wang Ning'an's first child was about to come to this world.

Flowers bloom and fall. Just as the Song Dynasty was actively preparing, the life of the Liao Lord Yelu Zong really came to an end. He did not survive the winter. When he died, he was still a few months or forty years old...

The spy planted in the Liao Kingdom sent the news back to the Song Dynasty as quickly as possible. Wang Ning'an got the report. He was not surprised that Yelu Zong was really in poor health, and with the defeat, his death was reasonable.

What he was more concerned about was where the situation in the Liao Kingdom would take?

Who inherited the throne, will the failed party immediately, will the Liao Kingdom fight?... So many questions were answered soon. Crown Prince Yelu Hongji inherited the throne. Liao Kingdom did not have civil strife or fight, and it was very peaceful. Wang Ning'an's beautiful wish was disappointed.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Wang Ning'an shook his head, absolutely not believing it.

Everyone can see the situation in the Liao Kingdom, how can we be peaceful?

After waiting for another five days, news came from the Liao Kingdom that after Yelu Hongji ascended the throne, he conferred Chongqing Yuan as the King of Yan Zhao, the Grand Marshal of the World, and had a more important position... Uncle Huang! What the hell?

Seeing this news, Wang Ning'an almost bleeded!

Uncle Huang, you're so capable!

Chongyuan was also weird enough. His mother wanted to make him the emperor, but he reported to the news and asked his elder brother to kill his biological mother. Yelu Zongzhen was so excited that he named him the crown prince.

It is natural for the father to die and the son to succeed. It is reasonable for the brother to succeed to the throne, but the nephew dies and the uncle to succeed to the throne. What is this?

Just kidding!

As long as my mind is a little more normal, I am afraid I will not accept this position that looks extremely noble.

Uncle Huang, let’s get through Yelu Hongji first!

"This uncle, not without appearance."

Wang Ning'an ran to ask Fan Zhongyan for advice. The old master twisted his beard and said, "During the Tang Dynasty, in the sixth year of Wuzong, he was seriously ill and was on the verge of life and death. Because the princes were young, he enthroned his uncle Li Chen as the emperor's uncle. After Wuzong died, Li Chen succeeded to the throne. But..." Fan Zhongyan shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly: "Although this matter is recorded in history books, it may not be true. After the sixth year of Emperor Wuzong's imperial power, the biggest move was to destroy Buddhas and eliminate hundreds of thousands of monks and nuns. It is said that the Huichang Dharma was difficult. At that time, the eunuch Ma Yuanzhi and others were truly in power. Although Li Chen did not believe in Buddhism, he often had a slight remark on Wuzong's destruction of Buddhas... It is unknown whether the eunuch killed Wuzong and made Li Chen the emperor."

Wang Ning'an had no time to care about the Tang Dynasty's anecdotes. He leaned into his body and said, "Gong Gong Fan, as you said, this Huang Tai Uncle is not a good thing?"

"That's right!"

Fan Zhongyan said confidently: "In my opinion, it should have been arranged by Yelu Zongzhen when he was dying. He asked his son to succeed to the throne, and was worried that his brothers would cause trouble, so he granted the so-called Huang Taishu to calm down Chongyuan's heart."

Wang Ning'an nodded and recognized Lao Fan's judgment.

But Chongyuan is not a fool, why did he accept this reward that is obviously a playful person? Does he think he can survive his nephew?

Wang Ning'an narrowed his eyes and thought secretly that Chongyuan would definitely not be willing to do so. It's just that his strength is not enough, or that the two factions of the Liao Kingdom are evenly matched, and no one is sure to kill each other, so he can only throw himself into a rat and keep his troops unmoved.

Since that's the case, the peace of the Liao Kingdom was just the tranquility before the storm. The calmer it was, the more afraid it would be. Wang Ning'an immediately felt excited. He felt that he wanted to do something and add a handful of firewood to the Liao Kingdom so that they could burn immediately.

Seeing Wang Ning'an's impatient look, Fan Zhongyan couldn't help but frown.

"Erlang, it's time for the national mourning. We just received the annual tribute from the Liao Kingdom, and the war started. I'm afraid it's inappropriate! And taking advantage of the danger, you must know that the mourning soldiers will win!"

Fan Zhongyan's words are not pedantic. There is indeed such a possibility. If the Liao Kingdom is angered, they will be strong and fight to the death. You must know that the injured beast is the most terrifying!

Wang Ning'an suddenly laughed and said, "What sir said is very true, so our Song Dynasty cannot send troops, but some people are as close as the sea with the Liao Kingdom, so they don't care!"
Chapter completed!