Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

The world is sad, and the vegetation is sad.

The suspension bridge with broken suspension cables hangs stiffly, and many sandbags are filled in the silt-filled imperial moat below it, so that you can directly enter the city from above.After crossing the Moon City and Urn City at Nanguan, and entering through the ruined Changping Gate, you will see devastation everywhere.

The surviving sergeants in the guard carried the mutilated corpses of their companions in despair, and the helpless women, children and children cried together.The ground was covered with broken utensils and torn cloths trampled by the horses. Jiang Bin had no choice but to get off his horse and walk to the Commander Siyamen of Wanquandu.

On the way from the South Gate to the Drum Tower, Jiang Bin saw the old lady in the cloth shop who had treated him so kindly kneeling beside her son's mutilated body and weeping bitterly. , the boy in cardamom age who said he wanted to become a general like Jiang Bin curled up in a corner with his back to Jiang Bin, and he could see a bloody hole running through his abdomen.Jiang Bin didn't dare to look at it again. The hometown that was tender and affectionate just a day ago has now become a purgatory where weeping endlessly.

Jiang Bin doesn't remember how he got to the Wanquandu Commander Si Yamen, only half of the tin ring on the green animal face was left on the door, the auspicious beast on the square pillar was completely changed, and the green and blue paintings on the eaves were smoked. It was dark and smelled of burning, and the water stains left to extinguish the fire had not yet dried up.Unlike the heart-piercing howls outside, the yamen was eerily quiet.Just as Jiang Bin entered the hall, he saw several rows of officials kneeling on the ground.Jiang Bin stood there for a while before mustering up the courage to go around these embarrassing military officers who had just gone through a fierce battle.

At the front are six corpses - one person in command of the Tongzhi, two officers in charge of the affairs, two commanders of the guards under the jurisdiction of the capital, and...

A few broken arrows pierced through the hastily put on armor obliquely, and the shocking wound was like a mouth growing on the flesh. The blood spit out had already dried up, and it was only half-opened in despair.

Jiang Bin had seen many of these bruised and bruised scenes, but there was never such a painful time as this moment.Jiang Bin walked up to him, knelt down, looked at it inch by inch, and memorized it inch by inch, until his eyes moved to Wang Ji's shoulder, only to find that the bloody neck was empty...

Li Shichun, who was kneeling at the front, finally raised his head, his red eyes choked up and said, "The head of the commander...is still hanging outside the tartar's tent..."

Ba Tumeng, the little Tatar prince, led his troops to attack Xuan Mansion this time, not for the purpose of occupying but for looting.Nomads have always been short of supplies such as iron, salt, and cloth, so when they could not pay tribute, they rushed into the border towns and robbed them.In the past, when the Tatars came to the Xuan Mansion, they would usually go away after grabbing them, but this time they were particularly rampant because of Naba Tu Mengke's command. They killed all those who resisted, and even took away the head of the general.

Hearing this, all the generals were moved. The commandant Wang Lun, who had followed Wang Ji for many years, knocked down his helmet, got up and ran outside. The nearest secretary, Qin, hugged his feet: "What are you going to do? Die in vain!"

The young and energetic Wang Lun refused to listen to the persuasion, tears flowed down his cheeks, and he shouted that he would die with those Tartars.This heart-piercing roar, like a fuse, instantly ignited everyone's suppressed grief and indignation.Some people stood up and said that they would go with the commander of the capital, while some were still sensible and tried to persuade them not to act rashly.The hall of the Commander's Office, which was originally lifeless, suddenly became chaotic.There was a lot of quarrel, and someone yelled: "Listen to what Zuo Dudu said!"

This voice made everyone quiet, and Qiqi turned his attention to Jiang Bin who was kneeling silently all the time.Jiang Bin still looked at Wang Ji's body expressionlessly.

He recalled the tense moment when he met Wang Jichu, the heart-to-heart sympathy after the competition, the heart-to-heart talk, and the deep affection when they sworn to each other... When Jiang Bin was in Nanjing, he still thought that he left in a hurry before saying goodbye. When I go back, I have to make amends and drink the wine brought by Wang Xun with Wang Ji... But now, all of this stopped abruptly at the neck that was severed by a knife.Before the most intense emotions become irrational, he numbly asked: "Does Mr. Wang know?"

The scribe said respectfully: "I have ordered people to go to Datong."

Before I finished talking, I saw a little eunuch with a Dongchang waist badge coming quickly from the door, panting to Jiang Bin's side, bowed and whispered in his ear: "Commander Zuo, the emperor asked the little one to tell you, Mr. Wang Because the governor reported the murder of the envoy seeking tribute a month ago, he is still awaiting the joint trial of the three divisions in Datong..."

Mingmeng Tonggong began in the Yongle period.During the reign of Hongzhi, Dayan Khan moved his account to Ordos in order to conquer Manchu and Agulehu. The Ming army mistakenly thought that it was plundering and sent troops to attack, and the two sides interrupted Gongshi Pass.Since Emperor Zhengde succeeded to the throne, envoys from various Mongolian tribes have often come to ask for tribute. This matter should have been under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites, but Wang Xun killed the envoy without authorization. This crime can be big or small.However, the position of chief soldier is no small matter. Emperor Zhengde took the risk of shaking the morale of the army and put Wang Xun under house arrest. I am afraid that Wang Xun knew about the Xuanfu a long time ago... Emperor Zhengde must have someone come to tell him that he must not plan to do so in the near future. Let Wang Xun, who was suffering from the loss of his brother, come out.

Seeing that everyone was waiting for him to make a decision, Jiang Bin could only make up his mind after the eunuch left, "I swore sworn brothers with Brother Wang first, and now Zongbing Wang can't get away, so I will handle the funeral affairs."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but they also felt that Jiang Bin would not deceive them about this matter.

"Look for someone to prepare the coffin, and I will bury it tonight. When Yin and Yang are born tomorrow, I will choose a time for burial..."

"But there is still no complete body for the commander!" Wang Lun's voice made the pain that had been suppressed roll up again, humming and beating the brain, whispering and crying together.

Jiang Bin drew his knife and slapped it with his backhand, which stunned Wang Lun for a moment.

"My elder brother's grave must be sacrificed with the head of a Tartar! But what's the use of being arrogant now? This is how elder brother taught you to wait?"

There was a blood mark on Wang Lun's face, but he lowered his head and didn't dare to make a sound, and the others followed suit.

"Cremation!" Jiang Bin touched the whip around his waist and said loudly, "If Zongbing Wang asks, he will say it was my idea."

Afterwards, no one had any objections, and everyone took their positions under Jiang Bin's command.

Amidst the uninterrupted wailing outside, dark clouds gradually accumulated, covering the setting sun like blood so that nothing could be seen.Xiaoxiao Qiuyu will soon wash away this mournful massacre without leaving any traces, only the sobbing of the autumn wind piercing through the ruins will linger for a long time.