In 1127 AD, the Northern Song Dynasty fell. Immediately, the ninth imperial prince, Zhao Gou, ascended the throne in Shangqiu amidst widespread anticipation, inheriting the Song imperial line and r...
Yelu Dashi was still laughing, but after he finished laughing, he moved forward with his sword under the watchful eyes of Liu Yan and the others, until he was two or three steps in front of Zhao Jiu, then he stopped. He first looked at the young official carefully with his head held high, and then he bowed his head solemnly:
"Liao and Song are brotherly countries. Dashi has come to pay his respects to His Majesty. Your Majesty has played tricks on the world, manipulated the overall situation, and easily destroyed Xixia, but Dashi has not yet congratulated His Majesty."
Zhao Jiu finally took two steps forward and stretched out his hands. He held the other party's hands beside the water where the corpse was being excavated, and then said sincerely: "I have known for a long time that Dashilin Ya is a rare hero and great hero in this world. I am honored to meet him today... After we defeat the Jurchens together, we will burn incense and offer sacrifices to heaven and earth with Dashilin Ya, and re-establish the alliance between our two countries!"
Yelu Dashi raised his head and nodded happily.
On the other side, Zhao Jiu held the hands of the person in front of him tightly, and turned his head to look at an official dressed in brocade. "Zheng Qing, I am just going to use your reputation among the countries to suppress the prestige of the Jurchens... You go to see the Jurchens and tell Wuzhu that, thanks to his cooperation, I have already annihilated the Western Xia, and brought 60,000 troops from the front army, the central army, the left army, the rear army, and the cavalry of the imperial camp, as well as 60,000 surrendered Tangut soldiers. And after seeing the big stone forest here, I have a coalition army of nearly 200,000, and there are Western Xia reserves to supply until the autumn harvest... As the saying goes, I have never heard of a person who is afraid of 200,000 people, and as the saying goes, with a sharp blade in hand, the desire to kill arises... Since I think that I have a well-trained army and sufficient food, and am not inferior to the warriors of the Jurchens, of course I will ask him to lead the Jurchen army to hunt with me here!"
Zheng Zhichang, a famous Goryeo scholar and international friend, felt nervous when he heard this, but after thinking about it, he suddenly understood. He nodded heavily and then held his head high and said, "I am willing to serve you like a dog or a horse...but can we set a date for the hunting party with the Jurchens?"
"No need to set a date." Zhao Jiu still held Dashi's hands tightly, and then gave the order calmly. "Because starting from tomorrow, the 200,000-strong coalition army of Song, Liao, and Mengwu will set out together, uniting from south to north, and then pushing forward from west to east... If Wanyan Wushu wants to fight, he can go straight to the battle or stand still, and I will naturally be able to meet him... Then let Dashi Lin Ya accompany him."
At the end, Zhao Jiu looked at the person in front of him as a matter of course. Yelu Dashi, whose hands were held, had been smiling the whole time, and now he just smiled when he heard the words. But after just a smile, he became serious again, and then nodded heavily:
"Your Majesty is the one who knows the great stone!"