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Chapter six hundred and fortieth fight with heart

The next morning, the autumn wind blew against every inhabitant of the city. The people sleeping in the corridors or ditches gathered together and whispered about everything that happened outside the city. Everyone had an excited smile on their faces.

The Ming army won, and it was not a small victory, but a real victory. It is said that the Tartar soldiers were killed and even the camp was moved back. No matter from any level, this is exciting news. Everyone was talking carefully about how long the court could kill the Tartars and return to their homes. Some people knelt there and cried, "Damn, open your eyes and see, the soldiers in the capital have finally avenged you!"

Although the current Ming Dynasty is different from the Yingzong Dynasty, the emperor is in power and the three Yangs are in charge of the court, the court meeting is similar to that of that time and has no practical significance. The emperor did not have much power to speak. After the ministers went to the morning court outside Fengtianmen, the memorial was handed over. Most of the emperor would only reply "I know" or "to the Ministry of Justice", and there would be no result.

However, in the morning court today, two envoys from the Censorate and a military officer from the Military Affairs Department submitted a copy at the same time, participating in the report of the Marquis of Wuding Guo Xun who went to war without an order, privately dispatched troops, and openly violated the imperial edict and requested the emperor to make a decision. From the fight last night to the appearance of these memorials, everyone knew that another storm was about to begin.

It is not surprising that such censors bite the nobles. After all, the nobles are with the country, so biting them is considered to be the right position. Moreover, last night, these nobles did fight a war with the Mongols, and what is even more unforgivable is that they actually won.

I believe that if I defeat the enemy, I will definitely receive flowers and applause, and even receive praise from the people, and receive countless praises. I can only say that I still don’t understand. The Ming Dynasty’s Beilu cannot say that I don’t pay attention to it, but the method of paying attention is to price a Beilu’s head for fifty taels of silver, and use it for money to exchange it for money. If a great knight like Bodi, he can exchange it for ten thousand taels of silver, or even be granted the title of marquis. Even if the Beilu has arrived outside the capital now, the city still has a list of lists of warriors and hiring warriors to fight with heads, but it does not support the troops going out of the city to fight in large scale.

The princes in the court knew very well that although the Northern Barbarians came in a huge momentum, they actually had no choice but to the capital. As long as everyone hid in the city, they would definitely be safe. When the border troops arrived, they would still be the thieves who ran away. No matter how many people were killed or how much property they were plundered, they would always beat the enemy away and they could win. Therefore, no one really cared about the results of the battle, but they were all concerned about who should make the final contribution.

The Ministry of War, the cabinet and the Ministry of Revenue, which is responsible for coordinating money and grain, how many contributions are distributed among these departments, and how many contributions are made by civil servants who provide advice, is far more important than discussing the situation of the war. The Beijing Camp system made too great contributions in the process of capturing Jiang Bin, and the playboys also smashed the Ministry of War’s office, showing signs of arrogance and domineering. These civil servants have reached a consensus in private: the contributions of defending the capital this time will not be distributed to the nobles.

The few scattered battles outside the city were all reported, including more than 2,000 squads against 500 cavalry and the enemy cavalry. In the end, only three people were beheaded, and more than 100 were lost. Such battle reports were already piled up with the cabinet, and everyone was working hard to promote one thing. The Beijing camp was useless, and the team army was also unbearable to select the front line. The people who really defended the safety of the capital must be the loyal ministers, not Qiu Ba.

Anyway, the emperor could not go to the battlefield to check the dead bodies himself. The victory and defeat were all based on memorials. However, last night, the private soldiers in the hands of these nobles went outside to fight a battle, and they actually won. You know, when these people returned to the city, many of them had their heads in their hands. This was not fake, and no matter how they suppressed it, they could not be suppressed.

I heard that I first killed a group of spies who acted as guides for the Mongols. Later, I became a real Tartar. In the end, I even fought with a team of thousands of Mongolians, and did not suffer any loss. Such military achievements were worthy of the great book against the backdrop of Mongolia breaking through Gubeikou and rushing straight to the capital.

But the problem is that there is no problem with such great achievements. It is made by those noble private soldiers. What's more, these people are so desperate that they rescued Yang Chengzu back. Such military achievements are naturally not allowed to be rewarded, and those who have made meritorious services can be killed and not kept.

The siege of the city is both a crisis and an opportunity. Many people want to use this Mongolian army to realize their wishes. For example, negotiate with the emperor and settle the accounts and letters.

Or maybe, let your family get more benefits from this siege. In fact, as soon as the Mongols siege, someone began to hoard rice, grain, firewood, charcoal, and even medicinal materials, cloth, silk, etc. on a large scale through power and relationships. They were all waiting for the shortage of materials in the capital to make a lot of money, but if they continue to do this trend, how can their business be carried out?

In the court, many people were their own sources of information and had already vaguely received some information. The border army would not come as soon as they imagined. In a few days, the capital would start to cause a shortage of food. Some people wanted to make a fortune, or take this opportunity to collect land, or obtain some subsidies in other aspects.

As for the Mongols' hands, it is even more unrecognizable to get rid of Yang Chengzu. Many people expect him to die soon so that they can be born in peace in their hearts.

In short, all the beautiful prospects of all this were vanished by the inexplicable battle. I wonder how many people wanted to slap the people who left the city to join the army last night. The two censors and one of the two censors could only be regarded as the first to explore the way, and the real big head was still behind.

They did not expect these three little people to be able to kill Wu Ding Hou, but as long as their memorial was handed over, someone else would be able to help him. When a person at the level of the Minister spoke, Wu Ding Hou and other nobles would also know the importance of it and would throw away their pawns and protect the cart.

But this time the emperor did not keep the memorial back to the palace to read it, but made an exception and ordered the eunuch to read it on the spot. When the memorial had just been read, the young emperor slapped the dragon's desk, "Everyone is scepter forty sticks!"

Several great Han generals rushed down the hall, pressed the three censors to the ground, and pulled them out horizontally and vertically. Since Jin Xianmin, the left censor of the Censorate, was the general constitution, he could not watch his subordinates be beaten. He hurriedly bowed, "Long live, the censors can hear the news, this is a custom made by our ancestors..."

"Yes, they can indeed hear the news. However, at the moment when the court is using its military force, they cannot allow such people to come out to spread rumors and confuse the public. I have been sent to the army with a secret order last night, how did I go on an unauthorized expedition? The Marquis of Wuding made great contributions to the court, rewarding 100 taels of platinum and two pairs of jade bi as a reward. After each of these three people was forty, they were demoted to the border areas to be county magistrates, so that they could also know the sufferings of the people."

The great generals who executed the execution were all stout men with big faces. They held the wooden stick in their hands and had a ferocious look on their faces. "I'm so brave. Even those who save our superiors dare to participate. Please bear it slowly."

The eunuch Zhang Zuo, who was originally serving in front of the imperial throne, jogged all the way to the execution place, his toes facing inward, forming an inner shape, and he pulled his throat and shouted, "Try it with your heart!" Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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