Beiyang new warlord

A huge explosion pierced the silent night sky, and then exploded one after another. The entire battle formation was like ants being shaken up for a while, countless torches were ignited at the foot of the mountain, and then the horseshoes Shouts, curses, screams, begging for mercy, and the chaotic sounds constituted a big drama. A series of explosions set off flames several meters high, and those who bared their teeth and claws in the night were like night demons.

A total of seven or two hundred death squads exploded, none of them came back alive, but Zhou Yuji couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief seeing the chaos of the intruders below the top of the city.

Maybe it can last until the imperial court reinforces it!

Unable to restrain himself, Zhou Yuji turned his head and looked towards the east.

Unfortunately, what Zhou Yuji didn't know was that the reinforcements he was looking forward to might never come.

History has really been changed in the hands of Mao Jue. The 4 troops of the Guanning Army, who were a step late, successfully arrived at the capital city after more than ten days of trekking, followed by the general army of Jizhen There are 8000 people in Tangtong, and the old and weak are eliminated in the Beijing camp. Together with Baba and Heba, there can be almost 10,000+ people.

Although the three bloody capital battalions that Yongle used to fight on the entire grassland have long been annihilated in history, but at any rate, there are still 10,000+ juniors. Now all the troops that Chongzhen can mobilize are here.

Moreover, compared with history, although the current Ming court is not considered rich, it is not poor at all. The 30 taels of silver it got from Xungui, and the 70 taels from Mao Wenlong and Mao Jue and his son successively Chongzhen was surprisingly generous with six or seven million taels of silver and three 10,000+ shi grains, and gave them all without hesitation.

After receiving the salary and being promised to repel the intruders, more can be distributed. The morale of the Guan Ning army who had abandoned their wives and children, and left outside the customs was also revived.

However, it is estimated that Wu Sangui must be uncomfortable. If he has food and pay, he will be tough. Chongzhen also sent more than [-] civil servants and eunuchs to the army to supervise the army, which is a preliminary restraint of his Liaodong generals. .

However, there are not many choices left for Wu Sangui. He can only pray that Li Zicheng will be defeated in the first battle, which will save this title. Then Mao Jue will really not enter the customs because of the righteousness of the world.

Everything that happened in the capital was carefully recorded by Lu Zhong, and then flew high with a peregrine falcon, and fell into Mao Jue's eyes in detail.

"Oh, a rightful master is ready! The other rightful master shouldn't stay outside the door for too long, you can notify Song Xiance!"

Sitting up from the shaky office chair, he stretched out his hand and rolled the secret report into a ball, and threw it into the brazier beside him. Mao Jue clapped his hands and laughed.

However, Adelaine who heard the news was not so happy. Instead, she frowned worriedly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked seriously.

"General, gather the Guan Ning Army and Ji Town. If the imperial court wins and repels Li Chuang, how should we deal with the Daliao? This move of yours is still too risky! Are you sure?" Are you sure that Daming will definitely lose?"

"Dangrang is not sure!"

Mao Jue's light words almost pissed Adelaina to death, but immediately, he walked to the front of the large sand table in the center of the headquarters, looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers, and murmured .

"Just like it has been for more than ten years, Duo Mian is Jian Nu's menacing cavalry, and I'm not sure I can survive!"

"However, at least this way there will be no regrets!"

Mao Jue's words always seemed to be a bit cryptic, and Adelaina couldn't help thinking when she heard it. In her daze, Mao Jue's face suddenly became serious, and he stretched out his hand to insert Ning Wu who was on the nine sides. Guan Mulou suddenly pulled it up violently, and immediately stretched out his hand, and threw it into the raging brazier.

That expression was exactly the same as that of Zhou Yuji who sent out the Death Squad!

Chapter 557. Yan Xingren

The symbol of the ancient Roman Empire was the eagle, while the symbol of Dongjiang should be the peregrine falcon. It is light and elegant but not lacking in ferocity. It can hunt and kill birds several times its size, representing the victory of the weak over the strong.

Amidst the sound of flapping peregrine wings, this dexterous bird sneaked into a room like a night demon, its wings were darkened under the light of the fire, and the other side of the bird's shadow revealed a gloomy look. demon avatar.

Huge head, deformed body, if not without two horns, it is just like the image of a western demon.

What Mao Jue showed a while ago was completely the image of a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty. Now, the dark side of the Liao Kingdom is also quietly unfolding. The subordinate unloaded the letter box from the foot of the peregrine falcon, and an evil smile that was no less than a devil could not help but reveal it. On Song Xiance's huge head.

"Is it finally going to be a decisive battle against Zhonggong? The general really played a big game of chess! It's finally my turn, Song, to rob and kill Mu!"

"Get out!"

"Ah? Lord Du! It's too late to go out at this hour, isn't it?"

"The king of Liao said that there was a great man in their old Mao's family who said that 1 years is too long to seize the day and night! What's so late now! The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night is killing people, when demons and evil spirits are going on!"

The door creaked open, took a deep breath of the cold early spring breath from Datong Bianguan, showing an intoxicated expression, Song Xiance wrapped himself in a black cloak, and immediately disappeared into the night like a ghost.

Datong Town has a very special position in the long history of Ming Dynasty. It was here that Ming Yingzong's army was shocked to learn of their defeat, and retreated in a panic with hundreds of thousands of heavy troops. They were finally surrounded by the Tumu Fortress, and they were defeated in the end, but it was also here. , has been criticized by history, the absurd and fatuous Ming Wuzong fought a decisive battle with the little Tatar prince, killing nearly [-] Mongolian cavalrymen who tried to re-emerge, and fought Tatar for more than ten years.

In this turbulent era, Datong has also become the cusp of the storm. Once the Chuangjun completely breaks through Shanxi Town, Datong will become the next barrier of the Ming Dynasty, and it will also encounter unprecedented military fire.

But in this sensitive period, Jiang Xiang, the general of Datong, behaved quite strangely. On the one hand, he neither sent reinforcements to Zhou Yuji's troops in the precarious Ningwu Pass; on the other hand, he did not do any active defense either. , the entire Datong Basin seems to be doing whatever it is supposed to do, as if war never existed.

As the dividing line between grassland and farming, nomadic life and the customs of the Han people in the Central Plains also blend with each other. At the junction of Shuozhou on the border and the grassland, in the early spring, countless people lead cattle and pull Lele carts like the grassland tribes. , Trek across the Datong side wall.

This kind of action is called Yan Xing. The borderlands are narrow and populated. With the population breeding, more and more people have no land. From the middle and late Ming Dynasty, farmers from the borderlands organized a group to visit the border towns and went to Mongolia. People's land, such as the many Bansheng cities on the Tumo River, was managed and cultivated. In autumn, these people returned to Daming with the harvested grain.

Among them, the city lord Bansheng and the Mongolian nobles can exploit up to one level, and when they return to Daming, the local officials of Daming can also exploit one level in the hands of Yan Xingpeng. Staying on the barren land of his hometown and starving to death is barely a win-win situation.

And these Yanxing farmers are somewhat similar to American cowboys, mixed with the ferocity and toughness of nomads. In order to defend themselves, they can finally fight the Mongolian tribes who came to plunder the little food they cultivated.

Relying on this kind of sturdy folk customs, Lu Xiangsheng's Datong Army was revered as the world's elite.

But these people are not the only ones going north, there are also some caravans wearing homespun robes and melon skin hats. The caravans set off almost at the same time as the peasants.

Even among many caravans, Luo Honest's caravan is a very special one, because they are in the business of skinny horses!

The Ming Dynasty’s salt administration did not bring enough wealth to the imperial court. Under the deformed policy, the upper and lower levels deceived and fattened the salt merchants in the middle layer, and Yangzhou, where the salt merchants lived, became the most luxurious place in the world. If you have money, you will naturally need to enjoy it, and you will want to be lustful when you are full. These wealthy families have a huge increase in demand for women, especially beautiful women! This has formed a weird and evil unique trade, the skinny horse trade!

More than half of Qinhuai Bayan was born among the lean horses of Yangzhou.

The girl known as the thin horse was bought and domesticated by the exclusive family in Yangzhou, and then taught by those mothers to teach poetry, folk art, or cooking skills. In the real sense, even Adelaine can be counted. One of the lean horses, and the biggest source of these lean horses is the impoverished border town of Datong Xuanfu.

While taking on the important task of defending the empire's frontiers, the soldiers here have to endure poverty and sell their sons and daughters to satisfy the abnormal desires of the wealthy in Yangzhou in the inland. Dispersed, frontier soldiers have also become the main source of deflated troops.

But in the skinny horse's trading caravan, Luo Laoshi is still a special one, because he seldom has some "patriotic" qualities. He would rather go around to collect the poor daughters of the Mongolian tribes, but rarely buy the poor daughters' families in Datong. , although the local people may not be grateful to him, at least the justice in his heart has been satisfied.

But these days, even a lucrative thin horse business is not easy to do! First of all, the rise of Lin Dan Khan killed a large part of the Mongolian right-wing tribes, causing chaos among the Mongolian tribes that had cooperated.In the past few years, Dongjiang, a formidable enemy, has emerged and is also acquiring Mongolian population.

What's more terrible in the past few years is that I don't know why. In the past two years, the tribes in Inner Mongolia have become more chaotic, and the tribes are fighting each other. The grassland bandits who lost their tribes also rose like a beehive. turntable.

One camel per person. The right side of the camel is filled with iron pots, homespun cloth, salt and grain, which are urgently needed by the Mongolian tribes. The left side of the camel is carrying a sword and spear. I really don't know how he got it through connections in Liaodong, where military laws are strict.

Moreover, compared with the Liao army, his flintlock gun has undergone some changes. The screw fixing the barrel was replaced by an iron clip, the bayonet was unloaded on one side, and three Dongjiang exit barrels were tied to his legs on the left and right. .

It has been a few days since they left the customs, and the accompanying Yanxing farmers are happy to have found the place where they took root and cultivated last year, and they can leave their luggage. But for Luo Laoshi, today is a disaster. The place where the camp was set up was empty, and there were two places that had obviously suffered from military disasters. The tents were burned down, and the corpses of people and sheep who had died for an unknown amount of time were rotting away. Their business could not be carried out at all.

The border residents of Datong were eager to put down their things. There was no Mongolian tribe, which meant less exploitation. They were excited to prepare for the spring farming, but for Luo Laoshi, there was nothing he could do.

In the dilapidated shed built last year, several heads of the caravan were worried around a fire, looking at each other silently, as dull as if they were dead.

After a long time, Luo Laoshi stroked his thick beard and hummed dully: "There is no business with Li Da and his party. Let's go north tomorrow. Why are there Mongols in the Hengsheng City area of ​​Tumo River?" ! Just take a risk!"

"It's not about taking risks, it's about risking your life! Big cabinet! There are only a hundred of us! Going forward is the battlefield between Neikalka and Xilin Gol. The Tartars here are like wolves and don't behave at all! Let's go It’s for the delivery of meat!”

A young man in the caravan yelled excitedly. Last year, his father had just died in a battle with the Mongolian bandits, so he stepped forward. After yelling, he turned his head and looked at the other side, yelling impatiently.

"Father Li, say something too!"

He looked around, and the oldest shopkeeper took a heavy puff of the big cigarette bag dully, and finally shook his head hesitantly.

"Big cabinet, this year's panic led to military disasters, and it's easier to accept children in this mansion than in previous years! You don't want to harm the girls in your hometown, I admire you! But for everyone's life! I also think that it's time to turn around!"