I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 258

"Cao Wenzhao stabbed Jiannu in the back?"

"Mang Gurtai mobilized [-] cavalry and galloped back north to aid their lair, Luding Mountain?"

"So, there are less than [-] elite soldiers left in western Liaoning?"

……

Mao Wenlong frowned slightly, silently flipping through seven or eight pages of military information sent by Feige, as silent as an old monk in meditation.

The only thing that moves are his two eyes.

getting brighter.

At the banquet, Geng Zhongming, Shang Kexi, and Kong Youde sat upright with expressionless faces, as if they didn't care about what was going on in front of them.

With a gun in hand, don't panic when things happen.

Whether it is in the territory of Koryo, or the war in Liaodong and Liaoxi, it seems that it is not a big deal for these veterans in Dongjiang town.

Even, even the Ming court seemed to be doing the same thing.

What they were waiting for was an order from Marshal Mao Wenlong.

"Liaodong Marquis Cao Wenzhao..."

After a long silence, Mao Wenlong's eyes finally stopped on these words, and he never moved away for a long time.

His face gradually became relaxed.

"Wu Xiang, Zu Dashou, Zu Kefa, Zu Zerun, Liu Tianlu, Zhang Cunren... a group of young people, dare to try to divide the land?" Mao Wenlong said in a low voice:

"There is also that Wu Xiang's son, Wu Sangui, who is said to be extremely brave at a young age. He is familiar with the art of war and possesses strategies and strategies. Of the three of you, who would want to kill him?"

Kong Youde suddenly stood up and roared angrily: "A certain person wants to go there!"

Mao Wenlong shook his head slightly, and said, "Kong Youde obeys orders."

Kong Youde bowed and cupped his fists to obey the order.

"I order you to lead [-] elite soldiers under your command to sweep across the territory of Koryo. It is best to suppress the Jin family who seeks power and usurpation to the front line of Seoul."

"Remember, be invincible."

"Suppressing Goryeo is not a war to destroy the country. You are not allowed to wantonly kill the people and surrender soldiers, and you are not allowed to harm the Goryeo royal family."

Kong Youde suddenly raised his head, looked at Marshal Mao Wenlong, with a look of disappointment on his face, and said, "Marshal, with the strength in our hands, it is not a problem to sweep the world and destroy Korea..."

"roll."

Mao Wenlong spit out a rolling word indifferently, which made Kong Youde very depressed.

However, he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, he took the soldier talisman and left quickly.

"It's still gratifying to obey orders."

"The end is here!"

"I order you to lead [-] elite soldiers to rebuild Dongjiang Town and guard Dongjiang Town for seven months. For any reason, those who lose the city will be killed!"

"The end will obey orders!"

Shang Kexi took the order and left.

Then, there was an inexplicable depression and dullness in the hall. Mao Wenlong pinched a military deployment tiger talisman, stretched out two fingers, and stroked it lightly, as if there was a difficult problem that could not be easily resolved.

"Marshal..." Geng Zhongming hesitated to speak.

"Forget it, you lead [-] veterans and go hunting in western Liaoning." Mao Wenlong pondered a few times, as if he had finally made up his mind, and threw the tiger talisman in his hand to Geng Zhongming.

Geng Zhongming looked bewildered, and said: "Commander, we now have guns, cannons, and soldiers. Give the last general [-] cavalry and [-] firearms battalions, which are enough to flatten the land of Liaodong..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mao Wenlong stood up.

"Soldiers, there are tricks," Mao Wenlong said indifferently: "When you think you want to take advantage, you may suffer a big loss; similarly, when you think you have the chance to win, it may also mean that you will suffer a catastrophe." .

Geng Zhongming, you have always been brave, calm, and cunning like an old fox in the mountains.

Therefore, this commander entrusts you with the most difficult task, remember not to be greedy for merit, if you do not obey the general's order and attack the city without authorization, even if you take down the entire land of Liaodong and Liaoxi, I will kill you. "

Mao Wenlong's voice was slightly hoarse and seemed a little deep, but it gave Geng Zhongming the feeling that it was more frightening than when his voice was all serious.

"The last general, obey the order!"

After receiving the soldier amulet, Geng Zhongming left quickly.

"September, the autumn air is crisp, suitable for hunting."

"It's too early to compete in the Central Plains, so soldiers point to Luding Mountain."

Mao Wenlong stood with his hands behind his back in the depths of the hall, quietly looking at the golden spots of the setting sun shining through the doors and windows of the hall, which should be the scars left on the earth by the passage of time...

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The land of Liaodong, on the bank of the Heihe River.

A tall mountain range winds for thousands of miles, like a ferocious ancient dragon, lying quietly on the ground. The snow on the mountain does not melt all the year round. As the mountain slows down, the sunny side forms a large buffer zone.

The ancient trees are strict, and everything grows crazily.

Standing on a high hillside, looking far into the distance, two railway tracks meander from Kuwu Island in the east, leading to the south.

Every few tens of miles along the way, there is a gray castle, which can be used as a railway platform and a place to station troops.

Large tracts of reclaimed land are distributed on both sides of the railway, which looks very spectacular.

Corn, soybean, wheat, sorghum, sweet potato, medicinal materials...

"It's really a treasure land of geomantic omen, what you plant will grow what you want, no wonder Long Live God wants me, Mr. Cao, to take care of this place." Sitting on the horseback, Cao Wenzhao was filled with emotion, and smiled to several generals around him.

"Master Hou, the barbarian Jurchen tribes have finally calmed down recently, do you want to let the army go into the mountains to search and suppress them?" A general bowed and said.

"Don't chase after poor bandits," Cao Wenzhao said, "Long Live Lord has sent a decree, asking us to learn the ways of the world."

"Sophisticated?"

The generals asked in unison with some puzzlement.

Cao Wenzhao sighed, and said with a wry smile: "At the beginning, I didn't understand it very well, but after fighting for a period of time, I finally understood what is sophistication;

It's very simple, it is to knock down some, win over some, and divide the other part.

The remaining part will be distributed to them with land, property, and firearms that we eliminated, and let them become soldiers of our Ming Dynasty. "

All the generals nodded and said yes.

Savage Jiannu is just a unified name. In this vast land of thousands of miles between black mountains and white waters, there are more than a hundred and ten tribes of various forces?If one by one is pushed horizontally, it is estimated that it will be impossible to make them return in three to fifty years.

However, the biggest advantage is that among many ancient savage tribes, the only inheritance of civilization is the Ming Dynasty. It has been suppressed here for more than two hundred years and dare not do anything...

"Your Majesty, according to reports from the horse scouts, Jiannu Mang Gurtai sent a cavalry force of 3 people all the way to the north. It seems that they are going to harm us. Do you want to prepare troops and horses to block and intercept them?" A general suddenly Said.

"No, it's just [-] cavalry," Cao Wenzhao said with a smile: "Last month, our vanguard battalion raided the Horqin Grassland and killed more than [-] Jiannu cavalry, which frightened them;
However, it was just frightening.

On the surface, most of the savage tribal territories we are managing are farmers who were transported from Shandong by sea.

Just let this illusion persist.

Mangurtai was intercepted by the Shanhaiguan Pass, and it will not be able to attack for a while, so we can only consider long-term consumption. Then, the tens of millions of mu of fertile land we have reclaimed will become a big piece of fat in their mouths, hehe. "

The generals laughed.

No one knows this land better than them.

From the very beginning, Cao Wenzhao's business strategy was set strictly according to the "global lord" of the idiot emperor Zhu Youjian, step by step, logging, building, opening up wasteland, farming, breeding, and violent soldiers...

Don't say 30 cavalry, even if [-] cavalry were slaughtered, Cao Wenzhao had the confidence to kill them one by one.

Two parallel railway tracks can transport a large number of elite troops thousands of miles away between day and night.

Coupled with the dozens of cement and concrete castles along the way, even if the artillery bombarded the city wall, it would only blow up some potholes the size of a dog's head, and they were not afraid of the charge of the slave cavalry at all.

"Furthermore, judging by this Marquis, the so-called [-] iron cavalry built as slaves should be nothing more than old, weak, sick, or disabled cavalry from other tribes of the northern barbarians who were conscripted by Mangurtai to seize our fruits.

At the same time, it may also be to create the illusion of the emptiness of the Liaoxi Corridor, and it is just a trap for our Daming.

Don't worry, your main energy is still on production, and I, Cao Wenzhao, are enough to fight the war. "

Cao Wenzhao continued quite conceitedly: "What's more, don't we still have two secret weapons left by Lord Long Live, haha."

The generals still hesitated.

Long Live Lord left behind two secret weapons?Everyone doesn't know about this...

……

Shengjing, Huangji Hall.

A debate lasted from early morning to dusk, but no one could convince anyone, and persisted for a while, waiting for the Jiannu emperor Mang Gurtai to decide.

The core issue of the debate was whether to really let the [-] elite cavalry turn their horses around and cull the wildlings deep into Jianshou's territory.

Once upon a time, their ancestors came down from Luding Mountain to seek a way out among the vast snowfields and dense forests, hunting and fishing, and had a time of innocence.

Then, as the Jiannu iron cavalry went all the way south, the territory that could herd sheep and horses became wider and wider, and people's hearts began to grow bigger and bigger.

So big, I want to swallow half of the Ming Dynasty in one gulp.

Because, there have been several rebellious, heroic and fighting leaders in this branch of Jiannu, who devoured them all the way, and brought nearly a hundred grassland tribes, large and small, including Chahar Grassland and Horqin Grassland, one by one under their command, and became A mighty and brutal confederation of tribes.

Especially now that he has publicly ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor.

After a long time, even Mang Gurtai, who is firmly seated on the throne, feels that he and his Dajin Kingdom seem to be enough to wrestle with the Ming Dynasty...

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"Have our [-] cavalry already bypassed the Horqin Grassland?" Suddenly, Jiannu Emperor Mang Gurtai asked in a deep voice.

"Qizou Your Majesty, I just arrived at Barhun in the Horqin Grassland a few days ago, and I expect to enter the Jurchen territory of the East China Sea within a few days, and join the savage tribes entrenched there." A Baylor who does not deserve to have a name said with a smile:
"Emperor Daming Dog thought that cultivating an army of land reclamation in the wilderness territory of the East China Sea would pose a threat to us, but we didn't know that our Emperor Khan had expected it a long time ago, and waited for the grain grown by those Han people to mature and become our military ration, haha Ha ha……"

All the princes, Baylor and some Han civil officials burst into laughter.

In the vast world north of Liaodong, the most suitable place is to herd sheep and horses, hunt and fish, not the farming civilization that the Han people are keen on for thousands of years. This is the unanimous opinion of the Jiannu court.

Of course, there are also some Han civil officials who have advised Manggurtai more than once to increase the development and construction of the Heishuibaishan area, but they were all denied by the emperor, princes, and Baylor.

In the words of the slaves, Luding Mountain is the place where Jurchen dragons prospered, how could they cultivate wasteland on a large scale...

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At the same time, in the depths of Horqin Grassland, three elite cavalry sneaked quietly.

The three armies were in a triangular formation, like a sharp iron sword, pulling out three shadows stretching for tens of miles in the afterglow of the setting sun on the vast grassland.

The grass grows and the eagle flies.

At ten o'clock in the night, a cold autumn wind blows across the grassland, and the rain falls.

The night was long and rainy.

In a very huge tent, the firewood is burning vigorously. A large cauldron is hung between the three iron teapots. In the cauldron, a large piece of mutton is stewed, making a gurgling sound, which makes people feel at ease .

When the smell of meat filled the air, a Lord Belle in a sheepskin battle skirt and deerskin boots ordered someone to bring a large jar of spirits.

Slapping Kaifeng mud smoothly, the aroma of wine is overflowing.

The twelve or thirteen people in the big tent looked sideways, with eager greed in their eyes...

"Eating the fat lamb on the Horqin Grassland without drinking a few big bowls of fine wine made by the Han people, does it feel almost meaningless? Hahaha." The Lord Baylor first filled a large bowl for himself, and drank it all in one gulp.

The big furry mouth looks wet after being stained with alcohol.

"Good wine!"

Immediately afterwards, all the generals went forward to drink a large bowl of strong wine one by one according to their titles and official positions, shivering comfortably.

The autumn night rain in the northern grasslands is actually extremely cold. If there is not a pile of firewood and a big pot of lamb, this kind of ghost weather, it is estimated that people will die before dawn.

"The strong wine brewed by the Han people is mellow and clear, which is really good, but in the final analysis, it is still not as good as our kumiss." Someone sighed.

"On this rainy night, it's always good to have a bite of meat and a bowl of wine. Who cares if there's kumiss..."

……

While everyone was eating meat in large pieces and drinking in large bowls, one person and one rider came galloping from far away.

On the horseback is a young man in his twenties, wearing the armor of an ordinary Han Chinese soldier. The only thing that stands out is a tiger skin battle skirt tied around his waist and a cloak hanging around his waist. handle scimitar.

The scabbard is black, with a map of the country and country engraved with gold thread on it, inlaid with seventeen dark red gemstones, it is absolutely extraordinary at first glance.

The young man galloped all the way, and the horse's hooves trampled on the wet grassland, creating blossoming white water.

"Who breaks into the camp, report the name!"

When that person approached the camp one by one, there was a loud shout from the observation deck of a hanging tower.

"Aixinjueluo, Azig."

The young man reined in his horse, looked up at the flying banner above the camp, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and shouted in a deep voice: "Quickly report to Lord Belle, Jierhalang, that Azig has an emergency situation." talk over!"

(End of this chapter)