Beiyang new warlord

"Officials don't worry, everyone in the family has a concubine, and the concubine and Shi Ning will be waiting in Hegang to celebrate the success of the officials!"

Compared with the following parting, Mrs. Sun, who was born in a military household in Qinzhen, was obviously more respectful. She just casually fastened the battle robe for Sun Chuanting, while Sun Shining, the eldest son of Sun Chuanting, was quietly seeing him off.

This scene has been experienced many times in the Ming Dynasty, but now, for the first time, Sun Chuanting feels reluctant.

It seems that the day is really too peaceful!

Thinking inwardly, Sun Chuanting showed a rare smile on his face, stretched out his hand to grab the hands that were buttoned up his robe, and immediately stretched out his hand to pat Shining's head again.

The autumn wind was blowing, and the men who put on their shirts again lined up to receive the flintlock guns and bayonets at the gate of the factory. The balance in Sun Chuanting's heart seemed to drop a bit to one side again when he was seeing off the mother and daughter.

"drive!!!"

Chapter 782. Respect

The whole world is dancing, how can Mao Jue be willing to fall behind?

The men from the villages scattered on the Heilongjiang plain gathered in Zongzhen, and then set off to the Songhua River basin. The mighty team was like a stream converging into the sea. On the Dongjiang highway, the carriages pulling supplies were followed by infantry brigades, one after another. Not far from the front and back, not far from the main road, a rushing steam train sprayed black smoke into the sky, heavy cannons were pulled on the exposed carriages, and the dark muzzle exposed from the cannon jacket shone coldly. Teams of privates carrying bayonets leaned on the guns.

And just like during the Soviet Union's Great Patriotic War, on the side of the road ahead of the troops, there were fanatical officers from the Dongjiang River, giving speeches with all their might.

"Soldiers of Dongjiang! Fight! Do something for your son and future grandson!"

"We have to fight! Last year, those Jian slaves captured Liaoxi, plundered millions of Ming people into coated slaves, and exploited their blood and sweat. If you don't want your children and grandchildren to follow their old path, let's fight!"

"Destroy these Tartars and defend the hard-won land under our feet!"

The Dongjiang River is made up of refugees and Liao refugees. They know all too well the suffering of being displaced!Originally, I was still reluctant to leave home, but amidst these hoarse voices exhausted, wanting to spit out blood, and tearing their vocal cords, each man became excited, and I don’t know which team was the first to scream and kill. Tartars! Immediately afterwards, one after another roared, resounding through the road of Dongjiang.

Just five years ago, in order to defend Dongjiang, Mao Jue squeezed out every ounce of strength, but only mobilized 9 people. In the end, he relied on the troops of the vassal Korea and Fusang to defeat Huang Taiji, but this time , Dongjiang alone mobilized as many as 25 troops, more than 6000 cannons, and [-] cavalry. Centered on Dongjiang's seven and a half standing troops, eight mighty corps were formed.

In addition to the train, there are steam warships that have just been launched this year in Liaodong Bay. Although the weapons and equipment are still half a block away from the Beiyang Army in the early Qing Dynasty, Mao Jue dreamed that the Beiyang Army that was close to the modernization army was the late Ming version. It has already been built by him bit by bit.

In this battle, he wants to realize the power and territory of Zhang Zuolin, the future king of the Northeast, to capture the entire Liaodong for Dongjiang, and to lay the foundation for further entering the customs and fighting for the world.

How many times have I lamented over the turning point of Ming Nian Chu, who was severely thrown down by the world, all of this, in my own hands, has the opportunity to change!

The train was rumbling, and Mao Jue couldn't help but be fascinated by the large group of cavalry that suddenly ran past the window.

"General! General!"

Leng Buding's somewhat unhappy shout brought Mao Jue back to his senses. Turning his head back, Adelaina looked at him with a little annoyance. Below, the row of generals who had grown up became silent.

"Sorry, I was a little distracted! Where did I go?"

"The formation map for this battle has basically been explained clearly to all the generals. Do you have any additional lectures to add?"

Pairs of eyes once again became hot and fell on him. Although Dongjiang has been doing well in the past ten years, it does not mean that the upper-level military officers in Dongjiang, mainly composed of old Liao people, have forgotten the blood debt left by Jiannu. In the middle, Mao Jue also lived up to expectations, he took out the knife from his waist full of bloodthirsty, and stabbed it on the battle map with a click.

"This time going south, occupying land is not the main task. There is only one thing you have to do, kill people! No matter if they are Mongolians, slaves, or coats! Anyone who dares to lie down and block my Dongjiang road with a murder weapon will be killed." Kill them all! Once Nurhachi slaughtered millions of Liaodong Ming people and took away our land! This year, what we have to do is to bring back the slaughter!"

"Destroy the main force of the Eight Banners Army, cut down those Mongols who drew bows and arrows, and looted us, and killed the tribe's men no taller than a wheel! Take back this living space for the descendants of Dongjiang!"

"The last will obey!"

Mao Jue's murderous lecture made the already enthusiastic officer corps even more blood-filled. Headed by General Acheng Kong Youde, everyone stood up almost neatly, punched the left chest, and took the order with a bang.

It is also impossible to hide such a large-scale action from the enemy Qing.

At this time, the entire Baylor Banner Main Conference was almost a quarrel, and those high-ranking Gu Shan foreheads were red-faced, and their voices were louder than the other.

"Your Majesty, it's all the fault of this Han dog! If it wasn't for him, how could I have lost the 10 taels of gold, and I have fallen into the prestige of my Qing Dynasty, and I want to call my father the emperor to that kid in Chongzhen! The slave suggested , kill that old man Fan Wencheng!"

Murderous, Hauge's loud voice buzzed, shaking the tiles of the Shiwang Pavilion seemed to rattle, followed him, Yue Tuo, Turge, Sony, Obai and other backbones of the Qing Dynasty stood together Come out, kowtow to meet.

"Your Majesty, what Hogbeile said is true!"

"Your Majesty! These Chinese dogs have made us all weak! Only by driving them out can we restore my prestige in Jianzhou!"

"Kill Fan Wencheng!"

Amidst the yelling, Fan Wencheng, who was kneeling in the corner, trembled like he was sifting chaff. He didn't dare to say a word, but kept kowtowing his head.

But sitting on the dragon chair, Huang Taiji looked at Hauge with incomparably disappointed eyes. In court, even Azig, who has always been domineering and dislikes Han people, and Duoduo, who escaped from the slave pile last year He didn't say a word, he became the vanguard against the Han, and now the Han people in the court are very powerful, he has offended all the Han Eight Banners.

And when he agreed to Fan Wencheng's plan, Huang Taiji already had this realization in his heart. After all, like him, Mao Jue was also a hero. How could he put down his sword and gun and watch himself lick his wounds just for a peace treaty with the Ming court?In fact, Fan Wencheng was quite meritorious. After all, he won a relatively peaceful rear environment for the Qing Dynasty. In particular, he also opened the Xianghe Horse Market in Shanhaiguan. With the supply of trade, the Qing Dynasty is not so poor and white!

Full of disgust, Huang Taiji simply ignored Hauge, but turned his head and looked down, asking in a warm voice.

"Mr. Hong, the Dongjiang traitor is coming in aggressively. Do you have anything to teach me?"

With these words, the attention of the entire court was focused on the new uninvited guest in Han Chen's ranks.

With so many eyes on him, Hong Chengchou felt pain in his heart. There are more and more scholars like Wu Aheng who are disappointed with the Ming Dynasty. It seems that I made a wrong choice again.

This is the invincible Eight Banners cavalry?Dongjiang soldiers and horses have not yet been killed, and there is chaos within oneself. Ministers blame each other and form gangs. What is the difference between this and the Ming Dynasty?

It's just that I have done all these second ministers, so I can't be another second minister, right?With a low voice, Hong Chengchou knelt on the ground with difficulty and kowtowed in response.

"Your Majesty, I'm new, and I don't know much about Liaodong, and I don't know the specific tactics, but I think that I should ask Daming at this time. The sage said: If the name is not correct, the words will not go well! If the Emperor of Ming orders to reprimand, it will be regarded as impossible. Letting the bandit retreat will also make his morale impetuous, and impetuousness will cause chaos!"

"And officer, Mingshi is good at defending but not attacking! If you are confronted with Dongjiang, you should hold a stalemate instead of fighting lightly. Use surprise soldiers to harass the food roads in Dongjiang, starve their soldiers and die, and wait for their morale to collapse. When they retreat, take advantage of it. !"

In addition to the complaint, this can be said to be a copy of the Battle of Hong Chengchou and Ningjin. If the Ming army really persisted, it might be the Qing army that was defeated. Unfortunately, Chongzhen's blind command ruined the situation in vain and let the Qing people There are opportunities to take advantage of.

It's just that before the suggestion was finished, Hauge roared again.

"I am a majestic cavalry of the Eight Banners, and I pray to the Chongzhen boy who has been defeated and defeated! I will kill you!"

"Hauge!"

Unable to bear the anger anymore, Huang Taiji also attacked the case, but at this juncture, a few forbidden soldiers outside suddenly knocked on the door to beg to come in, and under the stunned expression of the Eight Banners ministers, they suddenly knelt down on the ground.

"Your Majesty, Li Yangeng, the governor of Fushun, sent troops to guard Dongjiang. The envoy is about to arrive in Shengjing. Please ask your subordinates to receive him or not?"

In an instant, the entire Qing court was as silent as a group dying.

This is Song Xiance's second visit to the court of the Qing Dynasty, and it is the first time Hong Chengchou came into contact with Dongjiang Town. At first impression, Hong Chengchou frowned obviously, because this Dongjiang envoy is really a bit helpless, with a big head and a dwarf body. , such people are despised in Daming.

But what shocked him was that the entire imperial court, even the most arrogant Hauge just now, showed fear when seeing such a dwarf.

"Song Xiance, the former army praise and painting officer under the command of Liaodong Governor Mao Jue, pays his respects to the Qing Lord!"

This time, the momentum was slightly restrained compared to the last battle of the Dongjiang River. Song Xiance bowed without saying a word, and immediately took out a black-skinned official document from his arms, the voice was not loud, but it was deafening. It sounded in the hall.

"By the order of my supervisor! Send the Dongjiang war letter to the Qing Lord!"