Beiyang new warlord

Everyone hoped that Shi Kefa could make a final decision and work hard in the direction of his own interests, but no one dared to force him. Chen Zilong finally took the lead and hugged his fists helplessly.

"Subordinates retire!"

"The next officer will leave!"

Following helplessly, Yuan Jixian also stood up.

It's just that the governor of Jiujiang didn't dare to go back to Jiujiang City at all, and he quit the Chinese army with a few young generals who had rehabilitated the society. Immediately afterwards, he shamelessly took up a shack nearby and stayed nearby. He might as well try to find a way nearby.

However, the heavy military pressure these days has indeed exhausted the governor of Jiujiang. When he returned to the tent, Yuan Jixian felt that his eyelids were constantly fighting. , I first lay down on the damp and hard camp bed, closed my eyes and squinted.

The biggest lie of human beings is that I squinted for 5 minutes!He closed his eyes and opened them again, it seemed only for a short while, but when he shook his head, it was already bright outside, Yuan Jixian suddenly ran out quickly, and the next second, he was completely dumbfounded.

He brought two servants lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, but the noisy Jiujiang Poyang Lake camp in front of him was completely empty. In the morning mist, there were empty barracks sheds, hazy like ghost towns, the only remaining A living person, a father-in-law in a blue palace robe also stared dumbfounded at the empty space in front of him. Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, the old eunuch, who was sixty years away, turned around with a wry smile, and reported to Yuan Jixian again. Fist.

"Duke Yuan is awake?"

"Shi Gong asked our family to send a message to Yuan Gong!"

"Shi Mou responded to Tian and talk to you, Mr. Yuan, don't worry about it!"

Time flies, and it turns back to the west of Poyang Lake a few days later, the camp of the Northern Ming army, that is, the scene where Mao Jue sent people to the east of the lake to negotiate, and the terrified Yuan Jixian followed him back, kneeling on the ground, as if he had just experienced it yesterday In that way, Yuan Jixian tremblingly narrated what the eunuch Tian Fen told him.

As the only military staff member, Song Xiance couldn't help showing surprise on his face. Not only him, but also a group of graduated staff officers from Liaodong College were also happily discussing in a low voice, muttering a few words to themselves, Song Xiance and She turned around abruptly and bowed heavily to Mao Jue.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, Congratulations to Your Majesty! Donglin and Fushe are fighting each other, no matter who wins! The strength of the Jiangnan gentry will definitely decline, and it is a good time for me to pacify Jiangnan! There is no need to go to war, and these sour scholars themselves put Jiangshan"

"His Majesty?"

After more than half of the excited talk, Song Xiance noticed that Mao Jue was not listening at all, and even his face was frozen there, full of disbelief, looking at Yuan Jixian who was kneeling tremblingly at his feet, Stunned, Song Xiance suddenly remembered that just now when Yuan Jixian explained the Jiangdong form, the Donglin Party beheaded Huang Zongxi, the leader of Fushe, and many other officials in the name of Tongluo's conspiracy to rebel.

Who is the Luo family in Yingtian at this time?It seems that only the big shopkeeper Luo Ning who caused a big mess and left a while ago is the rumored lover of the Northern Emperor!

"My condolences to your majesty! I hope that your majesty will put state affairs first!"

Song Xiance's voice became louder again, and Mao Jue was finally relieved by the voice, but he was a little flustered and shook his head in astonishment.

"Sorrow? Why are you so sad? That bitch deserved it! It's her! It's her"

But standing up with the help of the table, Mao Jue still didn't finish what he said. He lowered his head and glanced at Yuan Jixian, whose head was so low that he didn't dare to lift it up. Mao Jue suddenly waved his hand wearily again to the junior staff officers and the rookie generals.

"Now that Jiujiang has fallen, Song Qing and other ministers are preparing to cross the river with an army and pursue Liu Zongmin's remnant army! I am tired and want to stay alone for a while!"

"Minister, I obey the order!"

After bowing with difficulty, Song Xiance waved his hands hurriedly to the staff behind him, and two personal guards grabbed Yuan Jixian's shoulders from one side. In a blink of an eye, only Mao Jue was left in the huge emperor's army. Own.

Looking blankly at the densely packed marching map in front of him again, Mao Jue slammed his fist heavily on the table and yelled violently.

"Selita, come out to the widow!"

"What red wine and white wine daughter red did you bring before you came? Give me all of them! I want to drink!"

The Northern Ming Army is always the most efficient army of this era. Even if the commander is not in the state, the brains of the command headquarters composed of staff officers can still execute military strategies efficiently. After only half an hour of preparation, the army crossed Poyang Lake by force. The details of the strategic plan have been drawn out, and the Yangtze River Navy, which received the order, immediately went upstream and entered Poyang Lake. A huge gunboat was connected head to tail, and a tall land bridge had already been built.

The capital infantry carrying bayonets and rifles, the Royal Artillery Regiment pushing heavy cannons, and the royal knights riding tall Liao horses stepped on the boat bridge from one end of Poyang Lake, and then got off the bridge at the other end. Yuan Jixian was so reluctant, the Fifth Corps of the Capital Division who had forcibly crossed Poyang Lake broke into Jiujiang City, untied the red and fiery banner of Zhu Ming in the south, and replaced it with the banner of Mao Ming in the north.

The Southern Ming Dynasty's last major defense town in the south of the Yangtze River, Jiujiang Lake, also fell into the hands of the northern army. From here to the east, there is no danger to defend, and there is only a flat river left.

Mao Jue is an emperor who pays great attention to public affairs. Unlike the emperors of previous dynasties, he regards the emperor of the empire more as a job and an obligation, unlike the other emperors who regard the world as their family. But today, Mao Jue was rarely willful. He came across the river so urgently, but he still took one willfully and went boating on the Yangtze River.

At the bow of the ship, there are a lot of empty wine bottles on the table, red, white, medium, and foreign. The Spanish secretary Serita is holding a stack of documents in astonishment, staying there, the emperor in this state It was the first time she saw it, and while shaking her heavy head, facing the endlessly flowing Yangtze River, Mao Jue was still drinking heavily.

Although we couldn't get together in the end, human beings are ruthless, not to mention that he, the son of time travel, can't treat women as dispensable reproductive goods like people of this era! When going straight from the north to the south of the Yangtze River, He was indeed furious, but now that he heard the news of her death, Mao Jue still felt empty and uncomfortable.

At the last moment, she must have been so terrified and so helpless!

Suddenly, another full glass of wine was poured. This time, Mao Jue didn't hold his head up to pour it down. Amid Selita's exclamation, he bent half of the bow of the boat, clattering the crystal clear wine. The clear wine was poured into the river, and he began to chant sadly.

"Respect to the feather fan covering the face! Respect to the white dress like a fairy!"

While supervising the army marching eastward, Song Xiance and other subordinates were still looking at the river worriedly. However, after getting drunk, the next day, with dark circles under his eyes and a bandage wrapped around his head to relieve headaches, Mao Jue still appeared in the In the army, in one night, the Beijing Army Corps only completed the task of crossing the river for three regiments, but Mao Jue did not wait for a day. He led the first three regiments and left the big team. Coming with the vortex of Yingtian City, the world.

The whole avenue seems to be the sound of Sasha Sasha's neat footsteps, the horse's hooves are closely following, holding the rein in his hand, the cloak is rolled up by the river wind behind his back, looking into the distance, the coldness and dignity that have not appeared for many years emerge On Mao Jue's face.

It's time for this farce to end!

8 Chapter Fifty

On the land of Jiangnan in [-] A.D., there were three large armies racing against time in this hot land. Their goals were all to dominate Jinling City, and the aura of chasing the central plains was overwhelming here. Expand.

It's just that Mao Jue was still a step too late. When he charged forward lightly, Shi Kefa's Jiujiang Army had already entered the final stage of the sprint.

The four-meter-long spears hung with bright flags and moved forward slowly. The huge army spread out to the left and right like two long dragons, and then the infantry with flintlock guns ran up quickly and gracefully. With a loud shout, tens of thousands of bayonets swung forward violently, and neat formations of fish scales appeared under Yingtian City.

The commercial replenishment of the army for more than two years is not in vain. Facing the sun at ten o'clock in the morning, the Jiujiang Ming Army's polished armor and murderous bayonets reflect the scorching sun, just like countless shining mirrors. , Shaking Nanjing Dongcheng Chengguan into a white bark.

Under the city wall, the Nanjing Forbidden Army also went out of the city to form an array. Many people couldn't even open their eyes because of the mirror array on their faces.

To say that the leaders of Donglin are really a group of scholars. The Nanjing imperial army is 14, twice that of the Jiujiang army. The equipment eats up the country's main finances, and the lineup is not too bad. However, knowing the news of Jiujiang's rebellion, even Lu Daqi, who has the most violent temper They didn't have the courage to shout to send troops to quell the rebellion. A group of poems and books were arguing about etiquette, and they watched Shi Kefa lead his army to the gate of Nanjing.

If it were a smarter careerist, this battle would be unnecessary. They would guard the four gates, trap the capital, and then send people to surrender one by one. On the rebel ship, the world will no longer be under the command of Donglin, no matter how you play, you will win.

It's a pity that the leader of this army is a stupid guy.

Although the majestic army array was laid out amidst the clattering of armor, in fact, those soldiers in the front row who were supposed to be the most steadfast and strongest soldiers were trembling slightly at this moment, with Panic, it's a rebellion after all!

It is difficult for people from later generations to understand the heartfelt fear of the court and the crimes brought about by the rebellion!

Moreover, Shi Kefa's march was too busy, and there was no time to stop and mobilize the entire army along the way. These private soldiers only knew that they were still facing the opposite side of Poyang Lake at the previous moment. The Northern Ming Field Army, but when they turned around, they killed the imperial envoys and rushed straight to Nanjing without stopping, and now they are going to attack their own capital!

If you are not nervous or panicked, then you are not a normal human being!

"Master, do you want to say something?"

In this state of his subordinates, as a general and a leader, Chen Zilong didn't know it. In his ears, the Nanjing Imperial Army facing Yingtian City began to beat the drums. Pressing forward, under the blue sky and white sun, it covered the sky like a huge dark cloud. With the sound of drums, the front row of his military town actually became slightly turbulent. This is not a good omen.

Full of horror, Chen Zilong clasped his fists beside Shi Kefa briefly and hastily.

It is said that rights are the elixir of youth, but rights are also a double-edged sword, which is vividly reflected in Shi Kefa. It seems that he is still a bit slow, not to the extent that the old book said that he turned gray in the night, However, within a few days of marching, his originally slightly frosty hair had completely become as frosty as snow, and the aging speed of the wrinkles on his face was almost visible to the naked eye. Even his ears seemed to be not working well. It wasn't until Chen Zilong yelled for the third time that he finally came back to his senses and nodded slowly.

"Oh."

Immediately afterwards, under the worried eyes of Chen Zilong, Hou Chaozong and other Fushe officials, kicking the horse's belly, Shi Kefa walked slowly to the front of his army.

In his hands, the weak Jiujiang Army repelled the Chuangjun with absolute superiority in numbers, and Shi Kefa was strict with himself, but treated others generously. He participated in almost every moment of the construction of the Jiujiang Army. The hesitant front-line infantry all of a sudden focused their attention on him.