I'm really not the carpenter emperor

Mao Wenlong led Mao Chenglu to the shore, and held Zhang Pan's hand tightly.

"I have heard about the reputation of Laizhou Zhangpan for a long time, and now I finally get to see it!"

Zhang Pan laughed loudly, and handed him an exquisite goose-winged knife made by the Palace Craftsman Bureau, and said: "General Mao opened the town of Dongjiang, which has a great reputation, and now it has become an important town. We are each other!"

Mao Wenlong made a gesture of invitation, took the knife in his hand, turned around and said, "Mr. Zhang came to Phi Island, so he didn't come here specially to deliver equipment for me, did he?"

Zhang Pan glanced at him, with a murderous look in his smiling eyes, and said, "Naturally, he came here for the purpose of killing Tartar!"

Chapter 751 Make a decision to enter the dynasty

When the two came to the tent of the Chinese Army, Mao Wenlong ordered a glass of wine and said, "Besides the impoverishment of Phi Island, although it has improved slightly in recent years thanks to His Majesty's grace, it is still not comparable to the land of abundance on the other side."

Zhang Pan waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, his eyes tightened suddenly, and he asked:

"General Mao's arms were injured in the past, right?"

Mao Wenlong was a little surprised, and said helplessly: "I was shot by slave soldiers a few years ago, and now I feel a little pain when I raise my wine glass, but it's no longer a serious problem."

"That's good. It would be a pity if General Mao couldn't kill Tartars with me." Zhang Pan smiled, drank it all, and said:

"The general stayed overseas alone, spent many years on expeditions and drifted, and worried about the supply of food, grass and armaments for a long time. Now that the situation in the country has improved, it can be regarded as a big difficulty."

Mao Wenlong nodded calmly and said:

"In the past, Han Xin lined up against the water, and he was put to death and survived. Today, the slaves are trapped in North Korea. It is their own fault, and the way of heaven will perish."

"The soldiers of my Dongjiang army are all hard-working and good at fighting. Wherever the court is ordered, everyone will hold the heart of death, and kill slaves for the king to serve the country!"

Speaking of this, his eyes were burning and his cheeks were flushed.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Pan chatted about military affairs, and said, "It's been half a month since Jiannu entered the dynasty. How is the situation of the Korean army? Has Hanshan City fallen?"

Mao Wenlong hesitated for a moment, then sighed:

"As early as ten days ago, Wangjing Hanshan had fallen. At this time, the king of North Korea, Li Ji, and his civil and military officials were hiding on Juehua Island. If there was no danger of water and ravines, the country would have disappeared long ago."

"Hmph!" Zhang Pan slapped the table and sneered:

"This group of Jian slaves only dare to bully the low-strength North Korean army. Do they dare to fight me again?"

Mao Wenlong said with a smile: "Exactly, after six years in Liao Township, it has become an iron barrel, and Liaoshen is as solid as gold soup. This time, the land of [-] Li Kuandian has become a natural moat."

"Thinking that the slave army was arrogant and domineering many years ago, saying that it was invincible, it must be embarrassing now!"

Deputy Chief Soldier Mao Chenglu said with a leisurely smile, "My Ming Dynasty is blessed by God. Now that the Northern Xinjiang has won a great victory, the establishment of slaves will perish. It will be a matter of time."

"The three years of Huang Taiji's succession to the throne have made no achievements. This time, he has plundered goods in North Korea and forced North Korea's monarchs to surrender. The calculation is sound!"

"Unexpectedly, our army went down in an instant and trapped them in North Korea!"

Zhang Pan mused, "I've read the pond newspaper handed over by the frontier army."

"Now the North Korean army is almost completely defeated by Jiannu, and most of our troops entered North Korea for the first time. The situation is not optimistic."

Mao Wenlong nodded, with a low voice:

"Northern Eight Paths are in vain, Hanshan was conquered, the queen was killed, the South Eight Paths' reinforcements collapsed one after another, and even General Li Xiuchen died at the hands of Azig."

"At this point, North Korea is relying on us."

"Zhang Shuai, we are all leading the army outside. If it weren't for Juehua Island's own natural danger across the sea, and the slave army couldn't swim, we knew it well, how could the North Korean army have defended until now?"

Zhang Pan nodded and said:

"The slave army doesn't know how to swim. My Denglai navy has just won the red-haired fleet and its morale is high. I will first lead the navy to Juehua Island to rescue the Korean monarchs and ministers, and then we will talk about how to fight back."

Mao Wenlong came to the side of the map hanging in the tent, and took it down and spread it on the long case:

"Our Dongjiang Army is stationed in the area around Phi Island. Most of the remaining North Korean troops are under the command of the garrison general Li Xingli, and they are concentrated on the side of Juehua Island to guard Wangjia."

He cruised on the yellowed old map with two fingers, first clicked on Phi Island, and designated Zhang Pan a route for the Dongjiang army to land, and then pointed to Juehua Island.

Finally, stop at Tieshan, an important town in the northern eight provinces of North Korea.

"Li Xingli commanded the North Korean army to arrest the ships near the river and guard them against the bank. However, the North Korean army was exhausted and the slaves could not enter. However, our soldiers can enter the North Korean dynasty from Pidao and Tieshan Mountain. At that time, the main force of the economic strategy will go to Yi from Kuandian Let's do our best to save the entire Beibadao."

Looking at the map, Zhang Pan was overjoyed:

"This map is so detailed, it is really rare."

"As the general said, the Dongjiang army sent troops to contain the slaves' flanks and meet with Jinglue, but the slaves have no water army. Our Denglai navy can drive straight in and go straight to Juehua Island."

Mao Wenlong looked at him, looked down at the map again, and said:

"Juehua Island needs to be rescued, and it needs to be rescued quickly. The slave army has no sailors. After Zhang Shuai leads the navy to Juehua Island, he must still focus on defending the battle and wait for the strategy."

Zhang Pan smiled: "Of course I know that."

Afterwards, he also pressed his finger on the map, crossed the North Eight Roads from Tieshan, and then moved to Hanshan, and said in a deep voice: "I expect the slave army will retreat to Hanshan in the end, so as to save lives, I have a plan. "

Mao Wenlong said: "Please tell Zhang Shuai in detail."

Zhang Pan went on to say: "If you want to fight to save Hanshan, you can go ashore from Xidao and enter the court, go straight to the South Yellow Sea Road, look east at the North Yellow Sea Road, and go back to Yizhou first, and then go straight to Gangwon Road."

"I led the navy to bypass the Yellow Sea, go straight to Jianghua Bay, pass Xiaoyanping Island, and go directly to Juehua Island to protect the North Korean monarchs and ministers first."

"The main force of the slave army is in North Korea. The soldiers of Kuandian can go straight from Dadian Fort to Hetuala to take the old village. It is expected that the slaves will withdraw their troops to help when they hear this report."

Mao Chenglu couldn't get in any more words, and was dumbfounded after listening to the two people's plans.

A sword is an enemy of one man, and war is a matter of the three armies, especially this time to aid the DPRK, it is a game between countries.

The generals are as courageous and insightful as these two people, and they can all stand out. One person turned Phi Island into a heroic town, while the other made repeated military exploits and became a famous general of the dynasty.

At this time, after the two discussed it, Mao Wenlong bowed to Zhang Pan and said with emotion:

"Our two armies will act as Zhang Shuai said, and Zhang Shuai will plan the war strategy with peace of mind. I will go to ask for instructions. Don't delay the plan to aid the DPRK."

Zhang Pan nodded, exited the tent, and was immediately blown by the scarlet air blown by the sea wind.

He raised his sleeves, walked while covering, boarded a boat, and ordered the officers and soldiers of the Laizhou Camp Navy who had been waiting for a long time: "Turn the rudder and go straight to Juehua Island!"

Standing on the deck, feeling the turbid sea breeze rushing in from all directions, standing with hands behind your hands, feeling refreshed, you are also full of emotions.

North Korea is a country full of disasters.

But it is also lucky. There is always a Ming Dynasty behind the kings and ministers of North Korea, who can help and pull it up at critical moments.

But what about Daming, who is there?

Over the years, there have been many slanders and party struggles between the court and China.

The courtiers are jealous of the virtuous and capable. As a courtier, if he has a little talent, he will be criticized by each other and leave angrily. Wenchen.

Contributing to the country is also a crime to the country.

The emperor Gan Gang was arbitrary, personally conquered the southwest, and killed Donglin. When the world was about to darken, he insisted on bringing back the trembling, dying Ming Dynasty.

But with the emperor's own strength, there will always be a time, and there will always be places that he cannot protect.

At that time, what should we do?

The entire Ming Dynasty was only able to come to this day thanks to the emperor alone. Zhang Pan was worried every day, worried that the emperor would suddenly go west.

Then there is really no hope for them.

Thinking of this, he threw these thoughts out of his mind, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said to himself: "How could it be? The emperor's dragon body is healthy and prosperous in spring and autumn!"

"This Ming Dynasty can do without me, but it cannot be separated from the emperor."

Chapter 752 Emperor Meridian Transfer

The great victory in northern Xinjiang shocked the world.

As the news spread in the Ming Dynasty, all the state capitals posted notices one after another, promulgating the Pingxi Lu Chao written by the imperial court to the world.

But in Shanxi, there are some people who are not happy but worried.

In the ruined temple, a group of people were gathering together with nervous expressions.

"What should I do? You guys are just talking!" A man dressed in coarse cotton clothes and a white scarf wrapped his head said, "Now that the imperial court has won a great victory in northern Xinjiang, all the Mongolian ministries will go to Beijing to pay tribute!"

"There are almost no wars on the nine borders. Once the frontier troops are free, it will be difficult for the interior to think about chaos."

"What's more, the fan dogs in Dongchang have been biting us, and several places have been smashed by Dongchang. Can the uprising continue as scheduled?"

Hearing this, several people around looked at each other in blank dismay.

They also didn't expect the situation to change so quickly. With the great victory in northern Xinjiang, Horqin was completely exterminated, and belonged to the Mobei tribes of Jin Kingdom. The dead and the disabled were no longer a threat to the Nine Frontiers. .

Right now, outside of the Nine Sides, only Lin Danhan's Chahar tribe still maintains its basic strength and has the capital to compete.

Of course, it's just that they have the capital to "struggle". Since the last time they were defeated by the invaders, the Chahar tribe has been recovering, and has never dared to look south.

The situation on the nine frontiers is excellent, which means that the elite frontier soldiers of the imperial court who have been pinned down for many years can free up their hands and come south to the Central Plains at any time.

Now the border troops of Ming Dynasty can even go out to kill the Mongols. Their terrifying combat effectiveness is not comparable to that of the officers and soldiers of the guards in the Central Plains.

Soon, they chattered away.

"In my opinion, it's not too late. Before the Mongols enter Beijing to pay tribute, contact the congregations in Huguang, Henan and other places, and rise up!"

"Currently there is a severe famine in various places, and the number of refugees is increasing day by day. As long as you shout out the slogan of forcing the people to rebel, the whole world will surely gather to respond!"

Hearing this, one person immediately stared back:

"Nonsense! My White Lotus Sect has endured humiliation for many years just to wait for an opportunity. I don't think there will be an opportunity once the apocalypse comes!"

"The emperors of the Zhu family have always been short-lived ghosts. I don't think this apocalypse will live long. When he dies, everything will be easy!"

The speaker is an old man, which is not unreasonable, because the historical Zhu Youxiao will die next year.

Except for Wanli and Jiajing, almost all the emperors of Lao Zhu's family are short-lived ghosts.

Renxuan was only ten years old, and Wu Zong died young, not to mention Zhu Youxiao's cheap father Taichang, who died in less than a month after succeeding to the throne.

From this point of view, it is estimated that the Emperor Tianqi will not live to be forty.

Everyone was talking about each other, but they were just discussing. They were all waiting for a woman in a red dress to speak at the top.

This woman, with a pretty and fair face, not only looks like a fairy, but also has a bit of beauty, is Zheng Lian'er, the chief teacher of the White Lotus Sect in Shanxi.

The White Lotus Sect is deeply entrenched, like an old tree entangled in roots, it has been indestructible in the Central Plains for hundreds of years, so naturally it has its own ability.

These people present were considered to be the top leaders of the White Lotus Sect in Shanxi, but even they didn't know anything about it except Zheng Lian'er, the immediate boss.

In other words, the White Lotus Sect members in Shanxi had no way of contacting other high-level officials except through Zheng Lian'er.

As for the so-called Heavenly Master and Godmother, the so-called leaders of the White Lotus Sect, those are existences that most believers will never see in their lifetime.

One layer leads to another, as long as one of them is a stubborn person, the clue will be interrupted.

This is the reason why even the current Dongchang, which has "power over the government and the public" and is full of minions all over the country, has not fully investigated the White Lotus Sect after so long.

Zheng Lian'er was wearing a red hood, only heard his voice, but could not see him.

After a long time, he said softly:

"Everyone, please be quiet, Wusheng old mother just conveyed the decree to me, saying that in this era of apocalypse, the natural phenomenon, the emperor's star is dim, and it should have come to perish."

"But beside the Emperor Star, the Wolf Star is as bright as day, overshadowing the brilliance of the Emperor Star."

Even the senior members of the White Lotus Sect could hear these words in confusion. The old man thought for a while, then frowned and said: "According to the chief teacher's intention, the Zhu family's imperial lineage is being transferred?"

"Exactly." Zheng Lian'er said softly, nodding her head lightly, and then said: "So I advise everyone, since visions have been frequent recently, it's better to stop causing trouble and wait for things to change."

As soon as a word was uttered, it caused a thousand waves.

This kind of astrology is not common for the transfer of the imperial lineage. Even Wu Zong's extinct heir and Jiajing's reformation lineage have never seen such a rare phenomenon in a century.

For those of them who believe in crooked ways, this kind of astrology can only explain one thing, there is a real dragon emperor in this world, and sooner or later he will take over the Zhu family.

So, who will this true dragon emperor be?

……

Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace.

After Zhu Youxiao handled the government affairs, he came to the Maoqin Hall and signaled the guard on duty to keep silent, just like the head teacher of later generations, quietly observing the classroom in the back of the hall.

After being out of the court for a year, the eldest son of the emperor has now transformed from an ignorant child to a well-educated aristocrat of the heavenly family. Such a change made Zhu Youxiao very pleased.

Looking up, already a father, Zhu Youxiao looked at Zhu Ciran, Zhu Shu'e, and Zhu Cijiong who were listening carefully to the class, and couldn't help feeling emotional in his heart.