Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 432
"My lord has thought of a good way to let the Confucian mansion raise soldiers by suppressing the bandits."

Fang Yichen shook his head and smiled.

Wu Sangui didn't take it seriously, but showed a trace of distress: "Jining City was robbed once, and it hasn't been paid back yet."

However, Fang Yichen showed a deep smile, picked up the mansion newspaper, and shook it: "The mansion newspaper said that Shanyang City was destroyed, it seems that the Eight Banners are really invincible."

"It was a few days ago."

Wu Sangui pursed his lips and said: "I heard that Hauge also attacked Yangzhou in a surprise attack, but he returned in vain."

"This time, Emperor Ming was annoyed. He no longer stayed in Yangzhou, but went directly to the front line."

"Field battle?"

There was a hint of worry in Fang Yichen's eyes, and there was a bit of doubt: "Even if it is our Guan Ning Army, we may not win the Eight Banners in a serious field battle. The Ming court is so confident?"

As he said that, he took a few steps and looked at Wu Sangui: "Didn't the prince miss the decisive battle? A good opportunity to make great achievements?"

"Soldiers and horses are almost the same, people guess that they want me to leave."

Wu Sangui sighed: "Ten birds in the forest are worse than one bird in the hand. Shandong is also very good."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and showed a smile: "Emperor Shaowu sent a messenger to give me a reward!"

Looking at a white garden, Wu Sangui put his arms around the fur, and said in a loud voice: "The king of Bohai County, the governor of the left, Shaobao, is really a great official position."

"Before this, it was no more than the Marquis at most, and he didn't even bother to talk much."

Fang Yichen felt a gust of cold wind, exhaled, and said tremblingly: "When it's time to die, people are willing to be famous."

"I didn't accept—"

Wu Sangui pondered: "In the case of a big victory in the north, it is impossible for me to turn the horse's head."

As he said that, he sighed: "Furthermore, the only one who has been kind to me is Emperor Chongzhen. This Emperor Shaowu is a mean and ungrateful master. I have never been familiar with it."

Fang Yichen was full of thoughts, and the idea of ​​restoring the country that emerged in his heart was finally suppressed by reality, and he said:

"It was a wise choice."

Looking at Wu Sangui's burly figure and the magnificent mountains and rivers outside the window, Fang Yichen said hesitantly: "It's just that if the South wins, I'm afraid there won't be much room for turning around..."

"Then there is only one way to go to the dark. The 300 years of Ming Dynasty is long enough..."

Wu Sangui drew a long voice, with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

The Wu family has been generals for generations, so what's the use of being reluctant?It's God's will!

……

In the first year of Shaowu, the tenth day of the first month.

The weather turned from sunny to cloudy, with howling cold wind, and the heavy and unbearable snow, which made Dahe Weibao seem to be wearing a white hat.

The mountains and plains are all white, and the uneven hills in the distance are covered in silver and are extraordinarily enchanting.

The canal is almost under the nose, and it is completely integrated with the earth, except for the outline of the embankment, it is almost indistinguishable.

When the sun was high, the Qing army, who had been on the road for a long time, came in a huge team.

The cavalry wrapped in cotton armor were full of energy, the heavy armored infantry held their heads high, and the Eight Banners of Han Dynasty were full of energy.

But the Meng Ba Banners were hungry and thirsty, and they moved frequently on the horse. This environment was the most familiar to them, and they couldn't restrain their plundering thoughts.

Obviously, before leaving, Jierhalang gave them a lot of chicken blood.

"The morale of the Qing army is high!"

Standing on the city wall, Zhu Yixi breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the binoculars, looked at it for a long time, and then spoke.

"Your Majesty, the morale of the Qing army is high, and ours is not bad."

Li Jingwu rubbed his right leg and argued.

"What, the wind blows?"

Glancing sideways at his movements, the emperor couldn't help saying: "Bring an extra knee pad, otherwise there will be a lot of sequelae."

"If His Majesty hadn't saved me back then, I would have met Hades long ago."

Li Jingwu said with emotion: "I still remember that it was the 16th year of Chongzhen, and you just took charge of the general medical department in the army."

"Almost five years have passed, and now is the first year of Shaowu."

The emperor also sighed, in the blink of an eye, time flies.

The sixteenth and seventeenth years of Chongzhen, the first and second years of Hongguang, plus the first year of Shaowu, isn't it five years?
The handsome guy who was 20 years old back then is now the emperor of 25, who would have thought of this?

However, although many things have changed, the one who has benefited the most is probably Hong Guang!
Not only did he become emperor for one more year, but he also lived to this day.

Three to five miles away from Dahewei Fort, the Qing army set up a densely packed barracks, except for the white ones, it was the Qing army, which was extremely exaggerated.

"There is no green camp!"

The emperor looked at the flags all over the mountains, as well as the army, and made a tour: "It seems that these are almost all the soldiers and horses going south."

"It's also possible that Jiannu didn't trust the Han people."

Zhao Guangyuan spoke in a timely manner.

"Yes, there is such a possibility."

At this moment, Jierhalang also squinted his eyes, looking at the fortress in front of him.

Just like the previous Shanyang City, etc., it is uneven, and its form is very different from that of the Central Plains. The city is taller, and water has been splashed on it. A layer of ice has formed on the surface of the city wall, and the difficulty of attacking the city has increased several times.

Even if the trench is filled with snow, it is still as deep as a canal.

On top of it, if you look carefully, there are a lot more muzzles, Fran cannons, and even red artillery cannons must be complete.

"If this city is taken, it will take at least half a month!"

Lukede took a deep breath and said in surprise.

"The gunpowder we finally obtained is exhausted, and we are afraid that we will be able to take it down."

Hauge could not help but exhale.

"However, the false emperor's going north is definitely not to defend the city."

"Such a world of ice and snow is most suitable for our Eight Banners."

Jierhalang was also full of confidence: "The false emperors are beyond their limits, and we will fulfill them."

It was night, after setting up camp, the disturbing troops sent by the Ming army disturbed the sweet dreams of the Qing army.

And in the middle of the night, many arrows were shot into many Ming military camps, and they were even filled with letters.

Thanks to the establishment of the military school, the literacy rate in the Ming army is quite high, and many people can recognize it.

"Emperor Hongguang is really the lord of the Ming Dynasty. The false emperor Zhu Yixi has ulterior motives to usurp the throne. If he abandons the dark and turns to the bright, he can forget the past..."

"Prince Zhu Cihong is still in the palace, this time the Qing Dynasty was ordered to help suppress the rebellious Zhu Yixi..."

"Zhu Yixi, a trespasser, a non-clan member, is really an ambitious person who pretends to be. Tomorrow, he must never fall into the hands of such a foreigner..."

One after another, the documents fell into the barracks.

When the patrol team saw it, they immediately confiscated everything, and no one was allowed to hide it privately, disturbing the morale of the army.

And this kind of news also reached Zhu Yixi's ears, and he said disdainfully:
"Heretics, want to confuse people, but also make up some good things, just turn over and over again, who can believe it?"

Zhu Yixi dismissed this.

The setting up of the military school is not only for literacy, but also for controlling the morale of the army and grasping the public opinion in the army.

As long as these teachers say a few words, it is enough to subvert these rumors.

However, although this tactic of the Qing Dynasty is old-fashioned, it is practical.

(End of this chapter)