Nanming Engineer

Chapter 218 I teach Li Zicheng a lesson
The city of Chengdu was covered with dark clouds, and hundreds of miles away outside the city of Hanzhong, it was also the scene of dark clouds overwhelming the city. Zhang Xianzhong led the elite troops of the Great Western Army. On the tenth day of April in the first year of Emperor Shaozong of the Ming Dynasty, Appeared in the wilderness outside Hanzhong city.

Flags fluttering, knives gleaming, a huge camp of nearly 10 people was laid out in full swing in Nanzheng County, [-] miles away from Hanzhong. The ditch is a moat, and the camp is tens of miles. Standing on the low earthen city wall of Nanzheng, I can only see all kinds of tents stretching from the bottom of the city wall to the horizon. Even the rippling Han River seems to be All stagnated.

The magistrate of Nanzheng County, just appointed by the Qing court, was so frightened that he abandoned the city and fled to Hanzhong. Ninety percent of the people in the city also dispersed. A group of village elders came to curry favor with the laborers, carrying a few fat pigs and a few loads of grain.

Zhang Xianzhong casually sent one of his men to get rid of this group of people, while he beat drums to gather the generals and arranged seats in the newly built Chinese army tent.

In the northwest border, the cold wind is howling. Even though it is April, the weather is still chilly, but it is finally better without the cold and wet conditions in Sichuan.

It was nearly Youshi, and it was still early in the evening, but the firepit wooden frame had already been set up in the tent, and fat lambs and beef cut into large pieces were skewered by iron bars and grilled on the fire, "Zhizhi "The oil was bubbling, and the mouth-watering aroma wafted in the air, which made the generals of the Great Western Army who had trekked thousands of miles of mountain roads swallow their saliva as soon as they entered the tent.

Zhang Xianzhong raised his yellow skin face, squinted his eyes and leaned against the soft tiger skin couch, holding a large blue and white porcelain bowl. While watching the generals under his command filing in, he sipped the wine in the bowl. Wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, nine beaulieu dragons are embroidered on it with teeth and claws. The vivid appearance is obviously made by a skilled craftsman, but wearing a dragon robe, there is a sheepskin waistcoat on the shoulders. It feels like the nouveau riche doesn't know how to spend the money after making a lot of money.

He didn't wear a crown on his head, but wrapped a white towel. This is a problem that fell in his early years--headache, and it hurts whenever the cold wind blows, so it is better to wear a turban on his head There are still many days.

Seeing his appearance, some generals who came over from the Ming army held back a smile, but they didn't dare to show it. They just lowered their heads and forcibly endured it, while the old brothers who followed Zhang Xianzhong from the reckless They didn't take it seriously, because they also dressed like this, how comfortable they were, they didn't care about etiquette at all, and they felt very cordial when they saw Zhang Xianzhong's attire.

The generals came to the account, first knelt down to say hello to the Great Western Emperor, the armor in the army was on their bodies, and they didn't have the three-time kneeling and nine-kowtow ceremony in the court hall, everyone was very casual, and Zhang Xianzhong also boldly agreed and greeted They sit down and eat their meat.

Martial artisans hate meat the most, especially after walking for such a long time, and the soldiers dare not drink alcohol, and their claws have long been sticking out of their throats. At this moment, the emperor treats guests, of course he cannot be polite, and everyone eats violently without raising their heads. In an instant, most of the meat on the shelf was swept away, and the guards who were serving them hurriedly brought in some more meat from the outside, and grilled it quickly.

After eating and drinking for a while, the wine in Zhang Xianzhong's bowl was also exhausted. He slowly sat up straight, put down the wine bowl, and looked serious.

The tents were full of people who had lived with him for a long time, who were familiar with Zhang Xianzhong's temperament, seeing his movements, they knew that it was time to talk about business, they all stopped talking, wiped their mouths with oil on their skirts, and straightened their backs by coincidence.

"I've eaten and drank, and my body has warmed up. It's time to discuss the war." Zhang Xianzhong's characteristic hoarse voice echoed in the quiet tent: "Little He Zhen, he is repeating and meaningless. How we deal with him is hopeless." , you have dealt with him, let’s talk about it.”

He named Sun Kewang because at this time last year, Sun Kewang was ordered to take Hanzhong, and after two or three months, he was beaten by He Zhen and surrounded Nanzheng. Only when the army came to rescue did they break the siege and return to Sichuan.

Sun Kewang sat on the top seat on the left, his old face flushed a little, but he immediately returned to normal, he stood up and said solemnly: "Father, He Zhen is the commander-in-chief of the Ming Dynasty. He has worked in Hanzhong for ten years. Well-versed in humanities, many of his subordinates are well-trained, cunning and cunning, so he should not be underestimated. My son thinks that to deal with this person, he must use a majestic army formation, attack him head-on, and crush him with absolute superiority. Going is the best policy."

He wanted to win the top prize and wash away the shame of the last defeat, so he had done a lot of homework, and he was very calm and composed: "My son found out that the Tartar Merezhangjing Heluo Society has been transferred away, leaving It has been more than half a month in Hanzhong, and there are only 5000 remnants of He Zhen's men left behind in Hanzhong, plus the [-] Eight Banners soldiers left by He Luohui, a total of [-] Manchu Han troops, and our Daxi Army has [-] sharp soldiers. Three times as big as him, it is enough to besiege the city and rush to attack, as long as the three armies put their minds to it, they will surely be able to win!"

After hearing this, everyone whispered, and many people showed disapproving expressions on their faces. They all felt that Hanzhong was a fortified city, and there were a lot of people defending the city. Sun Kewang talked too much in order to win merit.

Zhang Xianzhong smiled slightly, and praised: "I hope my son will be more powerful, good!"

Sun Kewang sat down happily with a smile on his face, but his face was calm, maintaining his mature and stable image in front of Zhang Xianzhong.

Zhang Xianzhong praised Sun Kewang, and asked the generals: "King Pingdong intends to besiege the city with an army, and rush down to capture Hanzhong before the birdman Haoge arrives. Do you have a good strategy?"

When he said this, those who disagreed dared not speak.

A person stood up in the tent and shouted loudly: "King Pingdong said well, He Zhen, you are a coward, as long as our army surrounds the bird man, he will surely bow his head!"

The sound of the words was like a thunderbolt, and the sound was like a bell, shaking the flames in the fire pond. Everyone saw that the speaker was Wang Shangli, the governor of the five armies' governor's mansion.

This man was born as a butcher. He was tall and thick, and he was so burly that he could cut mountains with a big knife. He was Sun Kewang's confidant, and he obviously jumped out to support Sun Kewang.

Hearing Wang Shangli's yell, Sun Kewang couldn't help showing a smile on his face. Wang Shangli said it boldly, with unstoppable strong confidence. Even Zhang Xianzhong felt very right after hearing it, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened even more. .

"The last general also thinks what King Pingdong said is good!" Another person stood up, but it was the governor Feng Shuangli, who only heard him say: "But the last general has a plan, which can get twice the result with half the effort."

He used his hand as a pen and drew a semicircle in the air: "The Art of War says that the enemy must be surrounded. Our army is mighty, but we must not besiege it to death, lest the defenders in the city feel that there is no hope of breaking through, and have a desire to die, so they can only increase the attack on the city." For difficulty, it is better to let go of the east side, attack the other three sides, and then ambush the powerful force in the east. When the defenders in the city can't stand it any longer, they can break out from the east gate and defeat it with one blow. In this way, they can defeat it at the minimum cost. He Zhen.”

Everyone felt reasonable when they heard this, Zhang Xianzhong clapped his hands and laughed loudly, and said in a loud voice: "That's right, a good idea, it's exactly what I want! I have good generals under my tent, and the method I came up with is exactly the same as mine."

After he laughed out loud, he was about to open his mouth to say something more, but he heard someone shouting outside the tent: "Report! There is an urgent military report!"

Zhang Xianzhong's face darkened, and he shouted: "What's the matter? Bring it in!"

The soldiers of the old guards opened the curtain, and a scout with a small flag on his back rushed in, knelt down in the tent, nodded and shouted: "Report to the emperor, He Zhen, the traitor in Hanzhong, came with his troops. , Bingfeng has entered the territory of Nanzheng, less than ten miles away from my camp!"

All the generals in the tent immediately stood up, everyone looked angry, and felt that this He Zhen was not good enough to stay in the city, and she dared to challenge her with a big stab, did she get bored?
Zhang Xianzhong was also full of anger, his yellow face turned red with anger, he stood up and said angrily: "Well, you are a traitor, I didn't come to look for you, but you came to the door, okay, today I will In place of Li Zicheng, teach him a lesson!"

(End of this chapter)