Beiyang new warlord

"Did something happen to Daishan?"

"Hey! It's okay, it's okay!"

Lying in the arms of one maid, the other's legs were being rubbed, the round cap on his head was off, and the back of his head was bruised, and Daishan, who was grinning, waved his hands repeatedly with a smile on his face.

"Several military lords, it's okay, it's just that I'm old, my hands and feet are not working well, and I fell down!"

Looking around, apart from the servants like Daishan, there were indeed no other people. The Dongjiang sergeant in the lead couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"What a low-bone dog tartar. When burning, slaughtering and looting, everyone looks like a monkey. It's only two days' work. It's just fucking bad. Let's go!"

With a loud promise, several Dongjiang sergeants turned around and went out again, and disappeared into an unknown corner again. Daishan, who was lying on the ground, shook his head at the silly boy, and the bagged man was lying on the window watching After a long time, he turned around and nodded.

"Come out!"

Behind the rice vat, a short, mouse-like man in plain clothes looked outside again, and then crawled out cautiously.

Just now it was not light, holding his waist, Daishan still grinned, and asked humbly.

"Who are you? What is your business with Ben Baylor?"

"Are you what they said, the work of the brother of the emperor of the Qing Dynasty?"

This person spoke with an extremely heavy accent, and he didn't know where he came from. After listening to Da Ming's official dialect, which was not very good, Dai Shan pondered for a long time before he understood and nodded accordingly.

"It's Ben Belle!"

"My Patriarch sent me to look for you, hoping to get in touch with the emperor of the Qing Dynasty."

Homeowner?

Pinching the goatee on his chin, he hesitated for a while, Daishan asked in astonishment and vigilance.

"Who is the head of your family? My emperor doesn't see all cats and dogs!"

These words made the little man in commoner clothes suddenly look sullen, but he didn't say anything, and took it out of his arms. After a while, he took out a round jade pendant, and the shape of a few leaves was clearly reflected in it. Daishan eyes.

Black, white, gray, in order to welcome this large wave of immigrants, Dongjiang is like a machine, running rumblingly, from Liaodong to Henan, I don’t know how many fast horses are galloping on the road, although no troops were mobilized this time Horses, but it is no less than a war.

Another half a month passed, and the urgent order suddenly landed on the hill where Xiao Yuanying was trapped. Hearing the crowing of pigeons, Wen Meng, Song Xiance, and others who were also trapped on the hill Yuan Shizhong, the three of them got together.

Watching Song Xiance quickly open the honey seal of the ankle ring and read it twice, Yuan Shizhong's voice couldn't help trembling.

"How? How did Mao Shuai reply!"

"The withdrawal of the official army is only a few days away!"

Song Xiance's voice was also a little trembling, with an uncontrollable excitement in his tone.

"He made us ready to break through at any time and go to Shandong!"

Chapter 4. The World

In the 11th year of Chongzhen, the capital city rarely showed a kind of calm.

The leader of the great rebel who is rampant in the world, Chuang Wang Li Zicheng is said to have been put to death. I don’t know which wilderness is rotting in the mountains of Longxi. The 72nd Battalion of the General Assembly has almost been wiped out.

Although there are still victims of disasters fleeing towards the capital city every day, and people who die of starvation and illness on the streets have to be transported out with carts every day, but for the young and old living in the capital, it seems that the war is going away gradually, and they can recover. It's the days of drunkenness and dreams during the Wanli period.

However, just like this day in history, more than a dozen fast horses from Liaodong galloped through the crowd like lunatics, and the red flags behind the knights were flailing against the strong wind. These people no longer cared about the people on the street Yes, just bumped into it in a daze.

"Ouch!"

The soy milk I just bought was taken away by Puma, and the scorched scholar stomped his feet angrily: "Where is the barbarian, at the feet of the emperor, how dare you be smart?"

When he got to this point, he stuttered and couldn't continue. Looking at the back of the leaving knight, the scholar's eyes couldn't help but straighten, and even the corners of his mouth trembled uncontrollably.

"These barbarians, it seems! They seem to be Liaozhen soldiers!"

In the history of the Ming Dynasty, there were only two battles to defend the capital in hundreds of years. The first time was the Tumu Fortress defeat during the Yingzong period, and 50 Ming troops were wiped out. The Oirat Mongols who fought and fled. The second time was when the Houjin invaded the bandits a few years ago, and they went straight to the capital city.

That time left permanent fear to the residents of the capital. Under the city wall, the officers and soldiers fought desperately for more than half a month without repelling the Tartars. Yuan Chonghuan was arrested. As a trap, the Hou Jin army easily defeated the Daming field troops with a counterattack, and plundered in the heart of Gyeonggi for more than a month before retreating in satisfaction.

Changping, Tongzhou, Miyun, a series of county towns became ruins, countless people were killed and plundered, and the retreat was only obtained by trampling on the bloody bones. Up to now, the people in the capital are still pale when they hear the sound of horseshoes.

Under such circumstances, seeing the urgent messenger from Liaodong again, the shock to the scholar's heart can be imagined.

"I must have read it wrong! I must have read it wrong!"

Muttering hurriedly in his mouth, the scholar turned his head away like an ostrich, but to his despair, there were countless people in the whole street who were as dumb as he was.

It's time to fight again!

The Jinyi Wei Governor's Hall was also full of turmoil. The commander Luo Yangxing sat reclined on the upper hall chair, resting his right hand on his pillow, his clear and upright face was full of smiles, but his eyes were gloomy like a thunderstorm in July in the capital, dead dead Staring at the eight Beizhen Fusi Qianhu and the six Jinyiwei stalls below.

At the meeting of Jinyiwei's senior officers, Lu Zhong, who was not even a small flag a year ago, was included in it, and his robes also reached the rank of Jinyi Qianhu.

This person is indeed a talent, good at management, coupled with the financial support behind Dongjiang, in just one year, his immediate boss Zhou Jichun was squeezed out to retire.

But to be honest, except for the three heads brought back from Dongjiang, Lu Zhong has no credit at all. Relying on money and drilling, he was able to climb so fast in Jinyiwei, the most important spy agency in Ming Dynasty. , and indeed made the Ming bureaucracy rotten to the root.

Today's incident illustrates this point even more. Liu Yu, a thousand households with the Ding character of Beizhen Fusi, knelt in the middle of the hall. Although his face was smiling, it was obvious that he was about to cry, and he was sitting next to him in a chair. On standby, although Lu Zhong has an old face, but inside, there is always a gloomy smile.

It was kind of Mao Jue to pass the news of the Qing army's return to the pass to him in advance, hoping to add some merit to him, but in Jinyiwei, the more meritorious service, the better.

"Liu Qianhu, this time your department took the lead in detecting Jianlu's entry into the south. It can be said to be an outstanding feat! Even His Majesty praised you. Such loyalty to the country is really worthy of the admiration of all colleagues, don't you think?"

"What the governor said is very true!"

"Master Liu, a hero!"

The leader's thigh must be carried quickly. When Luo Yangxing said such a word, Mr. Qian below followed him with a burst of flattery, but in that voice, one could clearly hear gloating, and Liu Yu himself understood that his face became more and more serious. Crying and mourning, he scolded the ignorant Baihu under his command in his heart, but he forced a smirk on his face and kowtowed in thanks.

"Thank you for the praise from Governor Tang. This incident was also first detected by Liu Xiang, a hundred households under the humble rank. The humble rank dare not take credit, so let Liu Xiang lead his troops with the army, how about it?"

"Mr. Liu Qian is humble. After all, you are under your command. You are also a good leader. Also, a hundred households are not enough for a large army to resist the Jian captives. Please trouble Mr. Liu to go! The governor is still looking forward to Liu Mr. Qian will make new achievements again, adding luster to our Jinyi army!"

This smile was more like crying, and it was dry for a few seconds before Liu Yu kowtowed sadly.

"Humble job, obey!"

Logically speaking, Jinyiwei's external assignments are all good errands. In Gyeonggi, Jinyiwei has five or six thousand, which is not even worth as much as the government servants in Shuntian Mansion. ! The money flowed into my pocket unstoppably, and I couldn't stop it.

But this does not include joining the army, especially not including the war against slavery.

The later movie "Jinyiwei 2" starts with the battle of Saarhu, the Jinyiwei Shen Lian who joined the army, and his elder brother Lu Wenzhao narrowly escaped among the dead. This scene is very real!