Beiyang new warlord

Although Mao Jue is not Yuan Fen'er, he also feels that Yuan Chonghuan, who was shot like a hedgehog just now after fighting under Guangqu's sect, was betrayed by the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, captured by Emperor Chongzhen, and even killed by him after being beaten. It was a bit too tragic and scumbag for the defending people of the capital to be swallowed alive.

Yuan Chonghuan's talent may not be as brilliant as his historical status, but he is indeed a patriot, and it is better for him to die on the battlefield against Jiannu than to die under the butcher's knife of his own people.

Although I don't know what secret my young master knows, he can swear so firmly that a court governor general, a celebrity in front of the emperor, will die, but Adelaine can tell that Mao Jue doesn't want Su Yi to say that the Mao family The big enemy is dead, otherwise he wouldn't be entangled. He suppressed his curiosity about this secret, and slightly restrained his smile, but the foreign girl suddenly changed the topic.

"Master, if your hunting dog does not recognize its owner and bites you, what will you do?"

"Slaughter and eat meat!"

Not understanding what this girl meant, Mao Jue replied without thinking.

"But if this hunting dog has bitten you, there is no better hunting dog than this one. Every time a bear or a wild boar attacks, it is this hunting dog that bravely goes up to bite and fight. Without it, you may be caught by a wild boar or a bear. Injure it, devour it, do you still kill it?"

Mao Jue had come back to his senses, and this girl was also persuading him in disguise.

What she said was true. Yuan Chonghuan was standing in Liaodong, so Mao Jue was able to hide quietly behind Jiannu's buttocks. After Yuan Chonghuan, Sun Chengzong, one of the three heroes of Liaodong, was in command, and he still fought the battle of Dalinghe. After all, Sun Chengzong is Lian Po's old man.

But Mao Jue had to take care of more than that. Daming's officialdom was notoriously dark. Sometimes he said a wrong sentence or wrote a wrong poem, and he would play with his own head. Even if he wanted to remind Yuan Chonghuan , You also have to consider what the consequences of writing this letter will be.

"Go back to Iron Mountain!"

After making up her mind, Mao Jue was really not procrastinating. She stretched out her hand and beckoned to the soldiers to bring the horse over. The curious Adelaina put on a sweet and lovely smile and approached Mao Jue.

"Master, do you know what this secret is?"

"Ask God."

Mao Jue, who had already improved a lot in his riding skills, took the reins of the horse, turned on the horse neatly, touched a big nail, and the foreign girl simply rolled her eyes in anger.

In the evening, a few oil lamps swayed in the attic with dim lights like fireflies. This is the bad thing these days. There is no light, which makes Mao Jue feel more uncomfortable than when he was doing homework on the desk lamp when he was a child. He rubbed his eyes. On one side, he was holding a pen holder and twisting it crookedly on the rice paper.

There is no simplified Chinese these days, and everyone learns traditional Chinese. The brushes are thick, but now they are learning and selling, and their eyes are still dizzy. It took more than an hour to write a letter, and Mao Jue hadn't finished it yet.

The lighting at night is poor these days, everyone works at sunrise and rests at sunset, and Su Yi has been asleep for half an hour, but now he is holding on to the lamp oil with his sleepy eyes and adding oil to the lamps. Oily, yawning like a kitten.

"Master, ha~ it's already late at night, and I have to go to supervise the construction of the ancient military camp tomorrow, go to bed early!"

"understood!"

No wonder the ancients had a lot of children. Anyway, she was a maid of her own, so she didn't have any worries about herself. Su Yi came up in her bellyband. I'm used to seeing this girl wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and she showed him such a dazzling look under the dim light. She is fair and fair, and has a waist like a water snake. With such a visual contrast, Mao Jue can't help but feel agitated.

It's a pity that this body is still in the growth stage. If it is desolate now, I guess I have to die early like those emperors, and I have to raise it for a year or two, watching this girl swaying downstairs, Mao Only then did Jue return his attention to the letter.

But right now he was not normal, and he didn't care about the traditional and simplified characters. He hurriedly scribbled the last paragraph again. Mao Jue impatiently put the letter into the envelope, and immediately threw it on the lamp. Down.

The last bit of lamp oil supports the dim light of the fire, and in the haze, the big crooked characters actually have a bit of fairy air, a bit like the opening chapter of Legend of Sword and Fairy, the four big characters are dark.

Invited by Yuan Manzi!

Day by day, the walls are getting higher day by day. Finally, in the disappointment of Tian Tao and He Momo, five guards, including Moon Valley and Jialuofeng Ancient Barracks, erected stone walls more than six meters high. , as high as a two-story building, this is much stronger than the thin wooden fortress wall that was only two meters high before.

Anyway, enough concrete was produced, and Mao Jue also changed the architectural pattern of Daming for centuries invisibly. The strong beams were driven into the ground to make bones, just like building a city wall with concrete to add flesh, just like the rural buildings of later generations. Like the house, the two-story building next to the city wall also stood up in three days.

The crops at the bottom of the mountain are growing fast. At this time, the sweet potato seedlings have spread green, and the corn is standing tall, waving its leaves crisply. After a summer of turmoil, it is approaching autumn. The households have finally lived a stable life and have enough food and clothing.

In the casting city that does not need to work overtime, some of the strong men were transferred to Iron Mountain. The biggest advantage here is that there are many blacksmiths, and they can mine and strike iron by themselves to supplement the loss of daily life and production supplies such as plows, shovels, and hoes this summer. .

Especially the soldiers under Mao Jue, when they followed Shang Kexi, they were very leisurely. They only had one military training in three days, and they were basically idle in normal times. It was good to follow Mao Jue. One or two hundred, either it was the military training all day long, or the digging and casting of the city was harder than the military training. If Mao Jue hadn't been frightened by Mao Jue's murderous power, these bastards probably would have mutinied.

Today’s life can be regarded as hard work, the five forts have built a large two-story barracks for the army, a spacious playground, a separate kitchen and dining room, no need to live in tents, no need to fight, and even more hard work. Goodbye, it seems that the leisurely days everyone was looking forward to are back.

But at this juncture, Mao Jue once again made a fuss, which made the whole Tieshan Town jump around again.

At the yamen gate of New Castle, even the old man who was busy plastering the house dropped his brush, and gathered together to watch the excitement, and even the soldiers who finally had a leisure time did not leave, and they all made do with it.

On the table at the street corner, Fatty Su was also wearing a padded jacket, holding an official document in his air, and reading it with his head down in a serious manner.

"The bottom one counts as one. Listen carefully, our general will start recruiting soldiers today. As long as he is a strong man, he can be between eighteen and forty. If he is selected, he will get one tael of silver and one stone of rice a month, and he will never default on it." !"

"Is it true or not? Never in arrears? How many do you want to choose?"

One tael of silver and one stone of rice, this is almost the life of a small landlord outside the customs. Immediately, a bearded man with a square head yelled loudly from below, but Su Changmei's beard trembled when he heard these words, and he yelled angrily. .

"Fart, can our general lie to you? You can give as much as you want, but you don't want to choose a beard. What the general wants is a personal soldier. You can go to battle with the general. You didn't wait for the war. It can run faster than a rabbit, if you really want to choose the general, you will die of anger."

The bearded man with a square head immediately flushed from choking, causing the villagers and soldiers watching the fun to burst into laughter. After laughing for a while, a villager with a wooden shovel and a body covered in mud and water, but was extraordinarily strong He yelled again.

"Master Jun, you just said that as long as you are a strong man, you can be between eighteen and forty, but we villagers with mud legs can do it too?"

"of course."

Su Changmei nodded his chubby head again.

"One end counts as another, as long as you can pass the selection of our general, and you can work hard for our general, no matter what your background is, even if you are not a Han citizen, it doesn't matter, we have a place for you in the pro-corps, if you give it to the general Desperately desperate, 100 taels of silver is burned and buried, and the family will return ten acres of land, tax-free!"

A tael of silver and a stone of rice might not be a big deal in Jiangnan, but in the war-torn Liaodong, it is enough to feed a family, and the wives and children are hot on the kang. It is enough for these men to bleed and die.

This Su Changmei finished reading in Jialuobao, dragged her official documents, and went to Moon Valley with a few soldiers, leaving hundreds of men and men discussing there.

What these people have in common, everyone is tempted!

Chapter 63. The Hair of the Draft

With the decades at the end of the Ming Dynasty, it has become more and more customary for soldiers to turn some warlords into Daming. The blood of the various tribes of the Mongolian Jurchens flowed like rivers, and they were also favored by Emperor Wanli and Zhang Juzheng, a scholar of Shoufu University, thanks to the three thousand soldiers who were accustomed to fighting.

The small hills in Tieshan Town are unreliable, and the soldiers under his command are also unreliable. Mao Jue has long wanted to build a regiment that can be used, and will not be beaten by others.

Moreover, unlike Yuan Chonghuan's tactical thinking, Mao Jue did not agree at all with his strategic layout of gradually defending the castle with cannons, and finally being trapped to death. Great.

The change of Huang Taiji's fight to the capital city has already shown the impracticality of this strategy, and the battle of Daling River is a sign that this strategy was declared bankrupt just after it started.

In the later period, the huge Ming Empire could not consume a small amount of gold, forcing Hong Chengchou to take risks and fight the Qing army when he could no longer fight in the field, and finally ruined the last main force of the Ming Dynasty. The 13 army.Before the Battle of Songjin, the Ming army still had a seven or eight point advantage over the Peng army, but after the Battle of Songjin, Ming was no longer able to cope with the turbulent Peng uprising, and fell apart in just a few years, and fell under the leadership of Li Zicheng. in the rebel army.

Therefore, Mao Jue believes that even if it is Sarhu, the battle of Kaifu Liaotie was defeated, and the Ming army should not hide in the city and dare not fight in the field. Although the Manchus can fight, they still cannot escape the natural disadvantages of ethnic minorities. You can still afford to lose one, two, three, or four large-scale decisive battles, but as long as you defeat the main force of the Eight Banners in one decisive battle and kill a large number of Jianzhou Jurchens, Hou Jin will collapse.

Yuan Chonghuan's five-year pacification of Liaodong is not unreasonable. Jin must be resolved as soon as possible. Compared with Tianqi years, Chongzhen's early years still had a good chance. At least at this time, the party struggle was not as sharp as when Wei Zhongxian was alive. Yuan Chonghuan also won Liaodong for a time. Command full power, give him a few years, maybe he really has a chance to fight.

It's a pity that Emperor Chongzhen's impatience and aggressiveness changed the order from day to day, and even killed Yuan Chonghuan. After all, the Peng Uprising became a scale, and the two-front battle drained the last bit of vitality of the Ming Dynasty.

Liaodong Town is better anyway, at least it has Daming Jiangshan behind it to rely on. At the critical moment, Hong Chengchou even used 13 horses to go out for a battle, but his Dongjiang Town has no backing at all. Bingzi was reckless, and the Qing army returning to the division smashed Pidao along the way, and tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians on the island were slaughtered.

So before that, Mao Jue must have an army that can withstand field battles.

Compared with Yuan Chonghuan's Liaodong Town, where there are many people, money and soldiers, Mao Jue started from scratch. However, this is also a huge advantage. Small means streamlined and efficient, and there are no mountains like Liaodong Town. Intrigues and conflicts of interest mean new hope.

But this new hope this time really feels like the mud can't support the wall.

The selection site was set at Mao Jue's first battlefield, Moon Valley, which was the largest of the five forts, and the school field was also the most spacious, but it was overwhelmed by the crowd of applicants early in the morning Five to six thousand people, even He Momo and some of Zhao Cheng's soldiers came to apply.