1281, nobles counterattack

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Several people came out of the small building, all complaining that Zhou Yuji should have been pushed back just now. Whoever pooped his shit should be licked back by himself. What did they do to cause trouble for Jingying in the first place?

They want us to take responsibility for them and prevent disasters. What are they thinking?

Zhou Yuji smiled bitterly and said: "You are a royal guard and a member of the emperor's personal army, so naturally you are not afraid of them. The Ministry of War and Dong Jishu can't control you. But we can't, so this matter can only be done in disguise and without any effort. Jingying is not a fool, so he understands

.So, there is no need to insist on it. It will be whatever he says. After listening to it, go back to the camp. If you don't implement it, it will be over."

Lu Ping said: "He won't let us go. He has to keep urging us."

Zhou Yuji said: "Let's just say, we are preparing weapons, we are preparing armor, we are preparing artillery, the gunpowder is damp, we are selecting the ones that can be used. We are looking for cannonballs. The cannonballs are in the arsenal, yes, they are in the arsenal. Still.

Please open the arsenal, Commander-in-Chief, and assign the gunpowder and cannonballs to the humble officers."

Lu Ping laughed and said, "That's right. Slowing things down will make things smoother. It's better to find excuses to evade than to directly conflict on the spot. At least we didn't break up, and there is still room for change in everything."

Chang Song asked: "Sir, what should we do about this matter?"

Zhou Yuji said with a gloomy face: "The water on this matter is too deep to get involved. Let's go back to the camp and close the door. There are people out there with the brains of dogs, so don't pay attention. Don't worry, the car camp is Uncle Dingyuan's old unit.

The Rumi Gun Camp was personally trained by Young Master Zhang. As long as you don't come out to stop him, he won't cause trouble. He is just going after Dong Jishu."

Chang Song scolded: "This old gangster is willing to be used as a gunman by the Ministry of War. Let's see how he ends up this time."

Several people took the opportunity to leave, and now Dong Jishu was also dumbfounded.

How could he issue an order? Isn't this a suicide attempt? This kind of thing can be denied verbally, but once it is written down on paper, it is nothing.

"Commander, what should we do now?" Zuo Liangyu asked anxiously. He was also scared. Before, he was the happiest jumping around. Now, he is so panicked.

"Go up the wall, go up the wall, fight with them. We have documents from the Ministry of War, and we are afraid of being kicked." Dong Jishu said angrily.

After a while, Zhou Yuji and the others also quietly climbed up the water tower in their eastern camp. This is the highest place in the entire camp. From here, they can see far outside.

Soon, 40,000 troops from the Beijing camp surrounded the place. Ten red cannons were pushed up.

"Hey, you really dare to use a cannon. Mr. Zhang is really impatient." Chang Song exclaimed.

At this time, the two sides had started shooting at each other. Dong Jishu's men were shooting at the wall.

This one-meter-thick wall has a 20-centimeter parapet and crenels at the top, and an 80-centimeter aisle at the back. Fire cannons can be hidden on top.

The bullets from both sides flew around with a chirp! chirp! chirp sound.

This is just an appetizer, the feast is yet to come.

Zhang Shize had someone use a tin-rolled loudspeaker to shout loudly: "People inside, listen, this is our barracks in Beijing. You are given one hour to pack your things immediately and get out. Otherwise, don't blame our red-coated soldiers."

The cannon doesn't recognize you."

Dong Jishu's soldiers were all old frontier troops. Their quality was better than that of ordinary border troops, and they were called elites. However, their combat effectiveness, discipline, and fighting will were incomparable to those of the Beijing camp.

They have lived comfortably for most of the year, and they moved in in the winter.

The kang is so warm. Each small flag has a room, a kang, and an iron stove. In the coal yard in Jingying, the coal is piled as high as the hill.

There is also a boiler, and there is hot water to drink every day. I heard that the soldiers in the Beijing camp washed their feet before going to bed after training every day. This enjoyment is unmatched by landlords.

Not to mention, there are tables, chairs, benches, and stainless steel tableware in the canteen. There are also large baths in the military camp. There are also special laundry rooms where civilians are hired to wash clothes for the officers and soldiers.

Especially the two material warehouses, which have enough food for a year, and a lot of lard. There are more than 2,000 wooden barrels.

For most of the six months of cooking, I put a big spoonful of lard in every big pot. Their noses were filled with snot when they ate it. The best food in the Ming Dynasty was fat, never anything else, especially for the poor.

There are also 3,000 acres of vegetable land in the south of Nanyuan. People are also hired to grow vegetables for the army. These people are called Caihu. This place is called Caihuying. It was originally used to supply vegetables to the palace. However, Chongzhen issued an order, among which

One thousand acres are supplied to Beijing camp.

They have never achieved vegetable freedom. Ever since they came here and entered the summer, they have always had vegetables to eat.

After the Jingying camp left, the eunuchs' Jingjun and the vegetable farmers managed by the Jingjun were in charge of the vegetable fields. The portion that the Jingying camp did not eat would be sold to the market in addition to giving some to the palace. During this period,

After making a lot of money, Dong Jishu and others came, and the thousand acres of vegetable land was taken over.

There are also 500 fat pigs in the pig farm. There is also a dairy farm with 100 black and white cows. This kind of special cows is unheard of in the Ming Dynasty. They produce hundreds of kilograms of milk a day.

I heard from the milkmaids at the dairy farm that when the Beijing Camp was there, the treatment was frighteningly good. Officers with more than 100 households drank milk every morning. Officers with less than 100 households drank soy milk every morning. Those who served in the army had porridge every morning.

Here, each person is given a tablespoon of lard to eat with it.

They were all dumbfounded. Are you a soldier or just here to enjoy the blessings?

After the departure of the Beijing camp, the pig farm and dairy farm were immediately taken over by Wang Chengen. They are now managed by the imperial kitchen. Dong Jishu and the others stared blankly, not daring to raise a hand.

These poor frontier soldiers have never enjoyed such good conditions in their lives. It is really an eye-opener. They have lived here for more than half a year and are so comfortable that they don't want to leave. Now I don't want to move out even if I beat them to death.

However, looking at the dark muzzles of the guns on the opposite side, they were very scared. They could only pray in their hearts that these guys would not dare to fire on their own people.

At this time, Wang Chengen hurriedly ran in from the Qianqing Palace.

Chongzhen glanced at him dissatisfied and said slowly and logically: "Why are you panicking? You can't be more calm."

"Your Majesty, something big has happened. The chief of the Military Staff Department was stopped by a group of beggars on his way home. He was beaten and dispersed by the servants. As a result, more than a hundred beggars came and beat the chief to death."

Chongzhen frowned. This kind of thing actually happened in the capital. The person in charge was a capital official, so it was not a small matter.

"Your Majesty, the left minister of the Ministry of War spent the night at Guixiang Tower last night. The news came out today and he died immediately."

Chongzhen put down his pen and stood up. The minister was of the third rank. This matter was no small matter.

"Last night, the officers and soldiers of the patrol battalion went to Dafa Casino to gamble. They had a dispute with the officers and soldiers of the Beibing Ma Division over cheating, and a fight broke out. More than thirty people were killed and injured. General Ma Shen of the patrol battalion was beaten to death."

An admiral of a capture camp has 11,000 soldiers, 5,000 horses, 2 generals, and 18 generals, responsible for the security of the capital. As usual, there is one admiral of the capture camp in the capital, two generals, 18 generals, and patrols.

The capacity is 11,000 men and 5,000 horses.

What! Chongzhen was shocked. The garrison in the capital started fighting and the deputy commander of the patrol battalion was killed.


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