rebel?

Changsun Hong narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"I have arranged everything when I go to Fujian this time." Lin Laosi had endless motivation when talking about restoring the country. He was full of excitement. He picked up a chopstick and knocked on the porcelain bowl: "The Song court has been against the law, and God cannot tolerate it! In the past two years, northern Fujian has suffered famine. The court not only did not open warehouses to provide disaster relief, but also continued to pay levies and taxes. The people were suffering so much that they could no longer survive. There are local tyrants Fan Ruwei, who has family wealth and ambitions, and they also have expectations for the country of Southern Tang. They entered my Tang Sect two years ago and were willing to disperse all their family wealth and recruit soldiers and horses. When the time came, they would pull up the flag to rebel. I agreed with him that when he raised his troops, I was when I mobilized the believers of the Tang Sect in Lin'an and hunted high-ranking officials of the Song Sect. They would cooperate inside and outside, and make a big fuss! Haha!"

The ambition he mentioned was illuminating, as if the Southern Tang Dynasty was restored, just in front of him, within reach.

Cao Bo was also equally happy. He kept lit his head as Lin Laosi spoke. He heard it excitedly, raised his hand high and echoed in a suppressed voice: "I am prosperous, and I am prosperous, and I am prosperous, and my hometown!"

The two of them celebrated each other with high high and congratulated each other with their crowns.

The pleasant atmosphere echoed in the air at night. Even though the courtyard was deep, it could not stop the joy of their long-cherished wishes.

Changsun Hong walked to the door and made a gesture to the outside of the door. Yang Xiaolei, who was standing in the shadow outside the door, nodded silently, quietly went out, and expanded the dark ghost's guard post.

Back at the table, Changsun Hong hesitated for a moment, pondered the words in his mind, and then spoke slowly.

"Brother Lin, the Tang Sect was established, and generations of people passed down from generation to generation. I know that, in theory, I shouldn't say anything cold-sprayed in such a determined pursuit, but." He emphasized his tone: "Rebellion is not a treat to dinner, nor is it the life and death of you and me. It involves the survival of tens of thousands of people. It is of great importance and must be careful."

Lin Laosi was still smiling, but also recognized Changsun Hong's words. He nodded: "To be honest, we know that rebellion will cause loss of mind. I, a member of the Tang sect, sacrificed my life and death for my homeland, and had long put life and death aside. This life was also worth it. In the next year's merit book, there will be martyrs who will be remembered!"

Nothing more passionate than this.

Changsun Hong pursed his lips, paused, and said, "When the war comes, there will be no turning back. Jiangnan will become a Shura field, and the land of fish and rice will become a ruin and ruin..."

Lin Laosi looked at him and threw away his chopsticks: "When the country was destroyed, the Song court burned my 100-year foundation in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Now it is not the spring breeze that is blown away again? People's livelihood and strength, and when major events are successful, they will be reduced to rest."

"It's just that people's livelihood is tragic and the creatures are poisoned, it's really miserable."

"Those who achieve great things do not care about the trivial matters. For the sake of justice, the people have suffered some disasters. It is inevitable that those dynasties will be achieved. In which dynasty and that generation will not be able to achieve success in one general? "

Speaking of this, Lin Laosi's face had slowly changed color and his smile gradually disappeared. He stared at Changsun Hong in a stiff tone and asked, "Brother Changsun, what do you mean by saying this?"

"There is no other meaning." Changsun Hong sincerely faced his gaze and said sincerely: "I just feel that we are all Han people. At this moment, the Beilu is eyeing each other. It is just when we are united and fight against foreign enemies. If we remove the firewood from the cauldron at this time and start to make trouble in the wealth and wealth place in Jiangnan, it is equivalent to helping the Beilu."

"Haha, it turns out you are worried about this." Lin Laosi laughed twice: "The Northern Lu are barbarians. What they do is just robbing money and things. If you rob them enough, they will naturally retreat. The Jin Kingdom has been in the north for so many years, but has not yet been called by them? As long as they are given finances and let them continue to be happy, wait for the rise of the Tang Dynasty, reorganize the rivers and mountains, and then destroy the country and slaughter the people with thunderous force, and it is not too late to take revenge!"

He probably thought of something and laughed a few more times: "In order to restore the country, my Tang Sect has been tolerant for so many years. What's wrong with just a few Beilu, how about to endure him for a few years?"

The candle cup standing in the corner of the house jumped a few times, and the long wax oil flowed down, and it piled up into a mountain among the candle cups.

Changsun Hong walked over, picked up scissors, cut off a blackened lamp rope, and shook his head while cutting it: "I'm afraid that the Mongolians will be different from what you think."

"No need to say more about Brother Changsun. This matter is on the string and I have to be fired!" Lin Laosi looked at his back and said calmly: "Fan Ruwei is ready in Fujian, and there are military generals from all over northern Fujian who are willing to agree. As long as the flag is raised, everyone will follow. Fireflies can set off the prairie fire and starry sky. The glory of the Southern Tang Dynasty will surely be revived in our hands!"

Changsun Hong turned around and looked at Lin Laosi in a steady state, and suddenly raised his tone: "Brother Lin, I will only ask you one thing, you should consider it yourself. Which one is better than Sichuan Wu Xi?"

Wu Xi's rebellion was a matter of the past few years. Wu Xi was the son of Wu Jie and the commander of the Four Routes of Chuanxia. After working in Sichuan for more than ten years, his party members spread throughout Sichuan and controlled the military, government and civil affairs of Sichuan. When the Song court was afraid of its great power and wanted to cut off the world, he gathered troops to rebel and rebel in Chengdu.

Unexpectedly, before the imperial guards who drove out from Lin'an to suppress the rebellion arrived in Sichuan, Wu Xi was pacified by the local military generals in Xichuan. More than 100,000 troops were divided into pieces. There were few people who were willing to walk along the way with him. The huge Wu Xi rebellion ended with a dramatic ending.

Changsun Hong took him out for comparison, and the intention was very obvious.

Lin Laosi naturally understood.

"Hmph! Wu Xi is not justified for his own selfish interests. Of course, no one helps him. If the people's hearts are not smooth, they will naturally fail." Lin Laosi hummed and retorted: "His failure was already destined from the moment he started to cause trouble."

"Well said it well! But with him as a lesson, what about the Tangmen on Fujian Road?" Changsun Hong walked back slowly and said along the way: "Fujian was originally barbaric. It was gradually developed after the Song Dynasty. Over the years, it has become a major source of wealth through sea transportation and mining. The silver mines in Fuzhou and the copper mines in Jianzhou are enough to supply the needs of the whole country. The wealthy merchants along the coast are traversing the sea and trade. The people are rich, and they are rich, and they think they are stable. Most people will not have the idea of ​​fighting and working hard. This is for the people."

"Secondly, Fujian is an important city, and military soldiers are stationed everywhere. Although the soldiers are not strong, the generals are not strong, but the military pay is sufficient, the morale of the army is stable, and the military equipment is sharp. It is more than enough to deal with the rebellious civilian army. If the troops are insufficient, it may be difficult to become a climate. Even if one city and one land are occupied, what should we do in the future? How to make the long-term?"

"If you take a step back, what should I do if I get Fujian? The Song court will inevitably gather a large army in the south of the ****, and the northern enemy will take advantage of the situation and invade the south of the Yangtze River with the attitude of a fisherman fighting for profit. How can we deal with it? At that time, maybe the world will not return to Song or Tang."

He looked up at the beam of the room. There was a dark place where the light could not be found. The deep darkness almost swallowed up the light.

"At that time, perhaps the country of our Han people will be like this darkness, and will never be restored!"

"Maybe, stop and wait, wait for the Song court's public grievances to deepen, the corruption becomes heavier, the conflicts between civil and military officials become greater and greater, the emperor's stupidity becomes worse and worse, and the pressure facing the north is not that great."

Lin Laosi's thick eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and his iron fists became tighter and tighter. What Changsun Hong said makes sense, but it is impossible to stop when he is in his current position.

Stopped, Changsun Hong stood in front of him, sighed deeply, and said, "But after saying so much, you still can't stop your determination. Brother Lin, you have great kindness to me. No matter what, I will support you! There is no condition."
Chapter completed!