"Did that person Changsun Hong... have accepted the official title of the Song Dynasty?" Duan Xiangxing was still a little worried.

"How could he not accept it? My son, you don't know, this guy turned out to be a fugitive!" Duan Zhixiang snorted and said contemptuously: "Ten years ago, his family sold private salt and was confiscated. This guy fled into Shimenfan alone and lived in the barbarian wasteland. The Song Dynasty government was unwilling to go deep into the barbarian land, so he let him go. Unexpectedly, he made a situation in the barbarian land. If you think about it carefully, Changsun Hong is also a figure."

He grinned and said, "The fugitive is always a fugitive. Although there is no golden seal on his face, he will never dare to return home in his life and live in a foreign land to be a ghost in a foreign land. The Han people value their ancestors the most. The Song Dynasty gave him a future and took off his fugitive hat. You said, why don't he quickly give in? Is he really willing to be a chief here for the rest of his life?"

Duan Xiangxing suddenly realized and clenched his high-fives: "It turns out that there is such a source in it. The Song Dynasty is quite good at treating my Duan family."

"Of course, our Grand Director, the Song Dynasty, has been disrespectful all these years. It is not a big deal to save a fugitive from my family." Duan Zhixiang leaned against the railing and was content with his leisure: "Now everything is in our hands, don't worry, we are here and wait for things to develop."

"Rong'erchen thought about it. First, Shimenfan defeated Gao Yuchenglong and successfully captured the Longshou Pass. Gao's family was defeated and left Dali City. Shimenfan chased after him. We took advantage of the chaos to open the city gate, cut Gao Yuchenglong, destroyed his clan, suppress his party, and regained the power in the hands of his father. Then we fulfilled our promise with Changsun Hong, granted him the King of Zhenbei, gave him a piece of land, and sent him back on his own." Duan Xiangxing sorted out his thoughts, touched his chin and said slowly.

"Yes, Changsun Hong wore the official hats of Dali and the Song Dynasty on his head. He was extremely glorious. He got another plain land. It's time to be content." Duan Zhixiang said: "We will slowly eliminate the remnants of the Gao clan and devote ourselves to development. When the time is ripe, we will transfer him to another place with the Song Dynasty and then take back the territory. I heard that Shimenfan is very good farming and the grain output is very high. We should just plant the land for Changsun Hong for a few years. When he becomes a land of fish and rice, we will take it back."

Duan Xiangxing became excited and said with a smile: "Father is so good at making a plan! My son thought, that piece of land must be surrounded by the Manchus, right?"

"That's natural. The surrounding tribes are extremely vicious. When Shimenfan is farming and developing, they must be jealous and will go to cause trouble every few days." Duan Zhixiang maintained the reserved smile of the superior, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and felt comfortable all over: "The people in Shimenfan will definitely not sleep well."

"Hahahaha!" The two looked at each other and laughed wildly.

The arrogant laughter floated out from Jiufeng Tower and echoed in the blue sky. The blue sky was as bright as the sun shone brightly. The golden light shone on the glazed tiles on the rooftop, showing dazzling colors, just like the mood of the two of them, extremely beautiful.

The palace maids waiting downstairs blinked and wondered when they heard the sound, why are the emperor and the prince in such a good mood today?

...

On April 17, the first year of Jiaxi of the Lizong of the Song Dynasty, that is, the seventh year of Renshou, Emperor Shenzong of Dali, outside the Longshou Pass, a war that concerns the fate of Dali's national destiny slowly kicked off.

According to historical records, at the beginning of this battle, the Prime Minister of Dali, Gao Juchenglong, led 50,000 troops and went out to the pass to fight with the force of Mount Tai. There were countless barbarian soldiers, flags everywhere, and the military power was as powerful as prisons in the world. The Shimenfan opposite had only 10,000 soldiers and only 2,000 soldiers, and without the help of the barbarians, they were generally at a disadvantage.

According to general development, the Dali army should soon end the war of rebellion with thunder without any suspense.

Gao Yuchenglong also thought so.

He stood on Longshouguan City, with his helmet and armor, braved the rain from the sky, and witnessed the Dali army below driving out from the city tower one after another. People were like dragons and horses were like tigers, flags were waving and armored. The team stretched for more than ten miles, with cold weapons and war horses galloping in all directions, with a rainbow of momentum.

"The old man Nobunata Fuku still wants to avoid war and seek stability. His mentality is clear, but in order to keep the elite of our department, it should be used as the capital to settle down." Gao Yuchenglong snorted a few times, tilted his neck and nostrils to the sky: "If you don't force him to force him to work hard!"

"The prime minister is wise and the martial artist is short-sighted. He is just a fool who only cares about his own rudes. How can he look at the overall situation in the future?" His nephew Gao Mi Luo, who followed him on the war, followed him at this moment and echoed with him when he heard the voice: "Shimen Fan is a rebel thief, and the guest army is coming from afar. If he doesn't fight their arrogance, how can he show the prestige of my country? If he does what Shi Naoshifu and others say, and hides in the city and does not go out, when other barbarians see him, they will definitely think that we are afraid, but they will make other barbarians ready to move."

Gao Yuchenglong hummed a few more times and ordered: "When the army comes out of seclusion, you will immediately take people out to supervise the formation. If Nobunaga Furu dares to withdraw his troops, you will report it to me."

Gao Miluo bowed to take the order and went downstairs.

Gao Yuchenglong stood alone on the city tower. The rain dripped down his helmet and fell onto the gorgeous armor engraved with thunder patterns. He patted the bricks of the wall, turned proudly, and ordered the general guarding the pass as the sword and said, "Wait until I have no orders, the door must not be opened."

The leader agreed and then hesitated: "If anyone of us comes back, will the door not be opened?"

Gao Yuchenglong didn't say anything, but stared at him with his eyes. The general guarding the pass couldn't help but tremble, and quickly bent down and whispered: "The general understands, the general understands. Without the order of the prime minister, no one will open the door!"

The water was smooth on his face, and it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or rain.

Until Gao Yuchenglong got off the city tower, he bent down and stood there, and he didn't dare to get up for a long time.

...

Twenty miles away from Longshou Pass, there is a flat land between valleys, with a vast territory, and the water flowing out of the mountain stream winds among them, irrigating the fertile land. It is a rare high-quality land. There is a small village nearby, which is the support of the villagers for generations to survive.

But today, the village is empty.

Everyone hid up the mountain with their families.

A large army came, densely packed and extremely numerous, so they set up formations on the flat ground, as if they were going to fight.

The illiterate villagers do not recognize the banner and cannot tell who is coming. However, no matter what the person is coming, it is right to hide. The soldiers who are in the army will not only rob food and things, but also rob people.

However, this time, no army that formed the formation entered the village.

They arranged several large and small square arrays in a staggered manner in the vast fields, and the soldiers stood in a regular manner in the array, wet in the rain, shining with persistence, and silence was like stones embedded on the ground.

Changsun Hong rode on a Yunnan horse, put on a shed in his hand and looked into the distance. He squinted his eyes and looked into the rain and fog in the distance for a long time, then turned his head and asked Duan Wu beside him: "Has the Dali soldiers really come out?"
Chapter completed!