I'm really not the carpenter emperor

Beginning in April of the first year of Tianqi, the emperor sent a special supervisory army to the island. After learning about the situation on the island, it was convenient for the capital to raise [-] shi for food and salaries, and send it to Phi Island from Tianjin.

Afterwards, the emperor decreed that the post of governor of Denglai was specially established.

After Yuan Keli took office in Penglai, the first thing he did was to desperately strengthen the supply contact with the Dongjiang Army.

Mao Wenlong once heard from the people who came to deliver food in Denglai how Yuan Keli got together the 12 shi of grain and grass.

He used the military salary issued by the imperial court to buy rice with merchants, and most of them were sent to Dongjiang.

Thinking of this, Mao Wenlong, who was standing on the camp wall, clenched his fists secretly, Xiong Tingbi ruled Liao, and Yuan Keli caressed Denglai.

Since the fall of Liaodong, the people's livelihood inside and outside has been withered. Food and cloth have been spent but not produced year after year.

Even under such circumstances, 16 shi of food was still squeezed through the teeth.

Although the grain of 16 shi before and after was not much, to Mao Wenlong, these grains moved him more than the previous 50 shi or 100 million shi.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden commotion outside, which made the surrounding Dongjiang generals tense up.

After a while, a small group of straw men came out from the woods. The leader of the corporal removed the stalks covering their heads, and brought the rest of them back together.

The corporal leader who went out to inquire about information was called Li Shiji, whose ancestral home was in Shaanxi, and later moved to Haizhou. At the end of last year, he went to the island with a group of Liao people.

Mao Wenlong saw that he was brave and brave, so he appointed him as the leader of a small team of scouts.

When Li Shiji came back, he didn't know what kind of news he brought, whether it was good or bad.

Mao Wenlong watched the small group of people returning to the camp from the wall of the camp, and suddenly asked, "Why did you fail?"

Li Shiji was stunned for a moment, then threw the blood-stained saber in his hand to the ground, and said dejectedly: "General, I'm so incompetent, I can save a group of Liao people this time."

Mao Wenlong didn't say a word.

At this time, Mao Chenglu stepped forward and tore off the rag on Li Shiji's shoulder, and in an instant, blood was dripping.

Seeing that the wound inside was already pus, he asked:

"How is it, does it hurt?"

Li Shiji gritted his teeth, but shook his arm, squatted on the ground and cried:

"It doesn't hurt, it's just that those Liao women were all captured by the slaves. I, I couldn't save them!"

Mao Chenglu chuckled, noncommittal, then turned his head to look at Mao Wenlong, and said in a deep voice, "General, it's an arrow wound."

"Meet the sentry horse of the Tartars?" Mao Wenlong looked down and asked quietly.

"Yes, in a village ten miles away from Yizhou City, Manggurtai has just received a tip from the old slave from Guangning, saying that the battle in Xipingbao is difficult, and he asked him to keep an eye on us."

"Mang Gurtai was scolded by the old slave. He hated our army for messing up the situation. He tried to get revenge and slaughtered the Liao people and Korean men in the village."

"Xiping Fort...that's Luo Yitong guarding him. He is a fierce man. If the strength is equal, the old slave may not be able to beat him." Mao Wenlong muttered a few words, and then asked:

"You acted on your own to save someone?"

"General, if you saw an innocent woman being chased and plundered by slave riders, would you stand by and watch?" Li Shiji was a little dissatisfied.

Mao Wenlong squinted at him, and said coldly: "When is it now, is it important to save these women, or to regain Yizhou?"

"Li Shiji, you have been with me for almost half a year, and you have chopped off a lot of the heads of the Tartars. Based on your military achievements, you should be a general. Do you know why you are still a corporal leader until now?"

"I don't know..." Li Shiji muttered sullenly.

"I don't know the general trend!" Mao Wenlong became angry without warning, "Don't say that outside Yizhou City, that is, the entire Liaodong, how many people are slaughtered every day?"

"Save, can you save me!?"

"This time I came out of the island, the Holy Majesty has high hopes for me, Dongjiang. If something bad happens because of you, I can't win Mangurtai's dog head. Not to mention you, even I am ashamed of the Holy Majesty's kindness to Dongjiang!"

Li Shiji was terrified, and hurriedly said: "General, I know I was wrong, and I will never act without authorization in the future!"

Mao Wenlong lost his temper, and his words were still calm, and he said softly: "Let's take the blame and do the meritorious service!"

"Any more news?" At this moment, Mao Chenglu asked.

With a wave of his hand, Li Shiji brought a Han man wearing the armor of the Houjin Army, and said, "General, this is a fake slave caught by the little one, and he escaped on his own initiative."

The fake slave was bound by his own soldiers, and immediately knelt down with a "plop".

"I really didn't know the general was here. I didn't want to kill the people with the Jurchens, so I fled from Yizhou and headed east. I just wanted to go to Phi Island and tell the general the Jin army's movements..."

"I didn't expect to meet the general here..."

Mao Wenlong was unmoved and didn't say a word, but he was thinking in his heart, could it be that this person was sent by Mangurtai to spy on our army because Li Shiji exposed his whereabouts.

Mao Wenlong had to guard against this possibility.

In recent years, Hou Jin has learned from him a lot of tricks of spies and sneakers, stealing camps and robbing villages. If this person is really Hou Jin's spy, there must be a large army ambushing behind him.

After a long time, Mao Wenlong looked at him and said with a sneer, "It's really a big life for you to escape."

"Tell me your news."

The fake slave tried his best to prove himself, and hurriedly said: "Mang Gurtai decided to slaughter in Yizhou, and then led the army to invade Phi Island, it is absolutely true!"

Mao Chenglu said: "How many people are there?"

"There are [-] armored Tartars, less than [-] slave riders, and [-] Han Chinese who are coerced and driven by them."

Hearing this, Mao Wenlong sneered again, and exchanged glances with Mao Chenglu.

Mao Chenglu pulled out his saber and put it on the fake slave's neck, his murderous intent suddenly aroused, and he asked:

"You kid doesn't even blink your eyes when you tell lies. How did I hear that there are more than 1 people in Zhenglan Banner in Yizhou, and tens of thousands of fake slaves?"

"Say it! You can't tell why, my young master will chop off your head!"

Chapter 78 Restoration

The day before yesterday, Mao Wenlong had received a new sentinel.

Dao Nurhachi took away almost all of his troops, leaving only [-] real slaves and [-] fake slaves to Mangurtai.

This sentinel is different from the more than 1 real slaves and tens of thousands of fake slaves before, but it coincides with what the fake slaves said.

Mao Wenlong looked at the fake messenger slave who was firmly pressed under his feet by his adopted son, his eyes moved slightly.

This time he personally led the army out of the island, went deep into the dangerous place, put down the flags and drums, and spent such a lot of hard work, not just for Fuyi Prefecture.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Listening to Mao Wenlong's question, Mao Chenglu moved the knife away so that the fake slave could get up.

He prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowed furiously, and said repeatedly: "General, that Mang Gurtai sent a team to the Dachong River and set up rafts, as if they were preparing to cross the river and attack the island."

"Whether what I say is true or not, the general will know once he tries it!"

As it was getting late, Mao Wenlong lightly moved the hand holding the saber a few times.

After a long time, he nodded lightly and said, "Tie it up, take it in."

When the fake slave was tied up and taken away with a mouth full of anesthetics and cotton, many soldiers of the Dongjiang Army were also muttering inwardly.

"Is it true, the Tartars are going to attack the island again?"

"Don't be noisy, just listen to the general's decision, I will just obey orders!"

Mao Wenlong thought for a while, combined all the recent news, and found that the news became more and more true.

Suddenly, his hand holding the saber tightened.

If these news are true, then I have a way to make Yizhou City self-defeating, but then again, if the news is false, I will fall into a situation of eternal doom.

In the end... Believe it or not.

In fact, Mao Wenlong's garrison on Phi Island had two functions.

First, the territory of Ming Dynasty formed a line from Guangning to Liaoyang and then to Pidao, and connected to North Korea through Pidao, so that North Korea could also understand the situation of Ming Dynasty.

The Dongjiang army harassed Hou Jinshi, which also eased the domestic pressure in North Korea, and sent more troops to the north to cooperate with it.

Second, the Dongjiang Army was stationed in Phi Island, attracting tens of thousands of Liao and Korean people who had been enslaved by Houjin to join them.

On weekdays, although Mao Wenlong sticks to an island, he does his best to spread rumors around Hetuala, Houjin's lair, and persuade the people to be the internal support of the Dongjiang Army.

The lair is full of people resisting oppression, and many Han generals who surrendered were frequently instigated by Mao Wenlong.

In the Houjin period, spies were everywhere, and almost every Han Chinese was the internal response to the Dongjiang Army's attack.

As a result, Nurhachi hated the Han people more and more. He used and trusted the Han people even less, and oppressed the Liao people even more.

However, the more intense the oppression, the easier it is to arouse resistance.

The riots of the Liao people were one wave after another, and they all cooperated with the Dongjiang army. When Nurhachi was in Hetuala, he was worried all day long, guarding against the inside and outside, and suffered unspeakably.

In the west, Xiong Tingbi's iron barrel policy left him nowhere to speak, and the Dongjiang army sailed to the sea to harass him all the time.

If it weren't for this idiot Wang Huazhen acting without authorization this time, Nurhachi would never have found a chance to send troops to the west.

Mao Wenlong knew these truths, so in the end, he chose to believe.

Give it a go.

……

Three days ago, Mang Gurtai led the Blue Banner Jurchen soldiers and slaughtered a village where Liao people and Koreans lived together outside the city of Yizhou.

At least hundreds of people suffered from such hardships, and they acted in outrage. Upon hearing this news, the Dongjiang Army was united as one, and everyone shouted to kill the captives.

In this regard, Mao Wenlong's strategy for Yizhou gradually unfolded.

If Mang Gurtai, the leader of the Tartar soldiers, can be captured in one battle, he can stop Youyou's mouth and prove to the Holy Majesty in the Forbidden City that the Dongjiang Army is worthy of his affirmation.

A tributary of the Yalu River, there is an estuary called "Dachong River" for a while, it flows through Feibosuofu in the southeast, and joins the Yalu River in the south.

The estuary is turbulent, densely covered with dark rocks, making it difficult for soldiers and horses to move.

A few miles away from what the fake slaves called the Da Chong River, a Ming army of more than [-] men was quietly marching with its flags and drums quiet.

On the bank of the river mouth, there is a small slave camp standing.

The entrance of the slave camp opened towards the river, and there were more than [-] real slave soldiers punching and kicking more than [-] fake slave soldiers, shouting unknown nonsense, and constantly beating.

In the Guangrou Plain, the sun was dazzling and it was not warm. Many real slaves gathered together to chat with each other in the Jurchen language while guarding the Han people to work for themselves.

At this time, countless Ming soldiers approached the banks of the two rivers quietly, and everyone was overjoyed to see that there were indeed slave camps setting up rafts here.

At this moment, they all wished they could go straight down and hack all the Tatar soldiers to death, so as to dispel their hatred.

In their eyes, the Tatar soldiers were not synonymous with fear. They were not only to prove their meritorious service to the court, but also an excellent opportunity to avenge their hatred.

Outside the slave camp, there are rangers patrolling, and inside the camp there are well-equipped slave soldiers in iron armor standing guard.

They all showed disdain on their faces, and they didn't expect that they were about to face a catastrophe.

"General, let's do it!" Mao Chenglu lay beside Mao Wenlong and kept urging.

Mao Wenlong waited quietly, but did not say a word.

At this time, three slave riders came from afar.

One of them shouted some Tartar words, put his sword and gun on his horse, ran to the front of the crowd, untied his trouser belt, and began to urinate.

This urine is not only fishy yellow, but also has a lot of bad smell.

The smell spread to the noses of the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army behind Xiaopo. Many of them pinched their noses and tightly held the swords and guns around their waists.

When the Tartar who relieved his hands was feeling relieved, the two slaves behind him also pointed at him and laughed.

Suddenly there was a commotion in front of him, and almost instantly, an arrow cluster shot through the throat of the Ta soldier who was releasing his hands.

The Tartar soldier loosened his trouser belt, clutching his bleeding wound, with an expression of disbelief, he fell down like a hill.

"Soldiers, it's time to repay the emperor's favor, follow me to kill the captives!" Mao Wenlong pulled out his saber and jumped out first.

Mao Chenglu also screamed a few times, cut off the head of the tartar first, danced in the air, and rushed up after Mao Wenlong.

"Kill the captives and restore the soil!!"

In an instant, the Ming troops on both sides jumped up one after another, and the cavalry and infantry were like overwhelming momentum, rolling away to the slave camp below.

Inside and outside the slave camp, the Tartars panicked and were about to organize resistance.

Suddenly, the fake slaves who had been enslaved for a long time rose up one after another, picked up the stones, grabbed the weapons, turned around and fought with the real slaves.

Once Mao Wenlong led the Ming army to kill them, the team of more than two thousand Tartars collapsed in shock, and the crying and howling of the fleeing troops was earth-shattering.