Chapter 27: Chaos

If your family property and life are not saved, how can you care about face and friendship?

Ma Guozhong was naturally confused and asked curiously: "Why is this?"

Ma Cheng pondered for a while, then closed his eyes and said tiredly: "Guozhong, I have been restless these days. I always feel frightened and something big is about to happen."

Ma Guozhong could only console him: "Young Master is too tired."

Ma Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, looked straight at Ma Guozhong, and asked in a deep voice: "In the first month of the year, what did the imperial envoy who came to deliver the decree say, did the slaves have any changes?"

Seeing his serious expression, Ma Guozhong did not dare to neglect, and replied in a deep voice: "I don't know, but I only know that the military order I received is about the gathering of slaves, and the intention is unknown. The original horse camp was specially mobilized to garrison the Ye He tribe, and I wanted to come and build slaves."

I'm restless again. It's April now and the weather is getting warmer. If Jiannu wants to mobilize his troops, he should do it soon."

Ma Cheng looked at him straightly, with a dull expression, and asked: "Since Jiannu has assembled a large army and has not attacked Ye He's tribe, where has Jiannu's army gone?"

Ma Guozhong was a little confused at first, then his face turned pale, and large beads of cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

Ma Guozhong was also a grassroots general who had experienced hundreds of battles, so he naturally had his sense of battlefield. Being reminded by Ma Cheng, he suddenly smelled an extremely dangerous atmosphere. The Jianzhou Jurchens began to gather troops from the first month of the year, accumulating grain, grass, and horses.

It has been three months since the imperial court judged that the Jurchens in Jianzhou were going to attack Ye He. Obviously the judgments of the court, the cabinet, the Ministry of War, and even the governor of Liaodong were all wrong. The Ye He tribe has been safe and sound until now.

Since this army of slave builders, which had completed war mobilization and was fully prepared, had not gone to fight against Ye He's tribe, where had it gone?

Ma Guozhong still had some illusions. He was sweating and defending at the same time: "A month ago, when I was stationed in Yehe tribe, there were Jianzhou Rangers in Yehe tribe from time to time."

It is possible that even he himself did not believe this feeble explanation. A month ago, there were Jianzhou Rangers in Ye He's tribe. It has been a month, and the fight has already begun. When the army gathers, every day

The amount of food and grass consumed in one day is an astronomical figure. Unless Nurhachi was stupid or dead, he would let the Jianzhou army idle and stop on the Yehe tribe's territory for a month. This is inexplicable in any case.

The only explanation is that the slave-building army has other plans and is probably no longer on Ye He's territory.

Ma Cheng made a judgment in a cold voice: "The plan of doubting soldiers!"

Ma Guozhong was sweating again on his forehead, and after a long time he shouted in horror: "Fushun, it's terrible!"

Ma Cheng also smiled painfully. Although he knew the course of history, the feeling of being powerless was too bad. Ma Guozhong was already sweating profusely. With a little military knowledge, he could judge the direction of Jiannu's attack. The only way was

Fushun is the choke point for entering Liaodong.

Of course Ma Guozhong understands what the current situation is in Liaodong. Li Chengliang and Lord Li have killed countless people in Liaodong over the years. The Ming army in Liaodong has become arrogant and lax in its combat readiness. However, Li Chengliang died two years ago, and no one can control the overall situation anymore.

Well, once the Jianzhou army raids Fushun, it will really be a disaster.

The two looked at each other speechlessly. Ma Guozhong suddenly stood up and shouted decisively: "I want to see you, sir!"

Ma Cheng weakly poured cold water on her: "Sit down, my father has nothing to do with Fushun's affairs."

Ma Guozhong was speechless and slumped on the chair. He also knew that Ma Cheng was telling the truth. Fushun was under the nose of Zhang Chengyin, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong. There was also a Liaodong Dusi next to him and a Liaodong governor above him. In any case,

It is not the turn of Ma Lin, the invincible Kaiyuan general, to remind him. Unless there is conclusive information and he can figure out the whereabouts of the slave-building army, otherwise this military report will most likely be reported to Fushun.

The crime of military intelligence.

Although he was very reluctant to admit it, Ma Cheng still had to face up to Nurhachi's military talent. According to what Ma Guozhong saw with his own eyes, there were always a large number of Jianzhou riding activities on the Yehe tribe's territory, which almost deceived everyone in the Ming Dynasty. This cunning man

The opponent had indeed succeeded in conducting military deception before the war.

The most important thing was that it was already too late. The Jianzhou army, which had disappeared for who knows how long, was probably already at Fushun City.

Ma Guozhong was stunned for a while, and then said in shock: "If Fushun fails, there will be a big war between our Ming Dynasty and Jiannu!"

Ma Cheng nodded appreciatively, Fushun is the throat into Liaodong. If Fushun is lost, the north road will open up, and Tieling will be alone. Shenyang in the south will be shocked three times a day. Fushun is only 120 miles away from Shenyang.

The cavalry army could kill them in a day and night. Without Fushun, the Ming army in Liaodong was choked by the throat and had no way to retreat. It could only be forced to fight Jiannu in a decisive battle.

If you can see this clearly, Ma Guozhong is already a famous general.

Ma Cheng stood up and looked out the door, and then mused: "What is a decisive battle? Those who fight in a decisive battle must give everything they have to finish their work in one battle. This is a decisive battle!"

Ma Guozhong listened in silence, his spirit already being stimulated was a little numb.

Ma Cheng was worried again and said: "Those who are good at using troops do not consider victory but defeat first. If the Ming Dynasty loses in this battle, the territory of Liaozuo will be completely lost, and the rise of Jiannu will be unstoppable."

Ma Guozhong shuddered again when he heard this, but questioned: "Young Master, you are worrying too much. We have twenty-five guards and horses in Liaodong, and each military fort can fight with 200,000 soldiers. In the small area of ​​Jianzhou, there are less than 10,000 soldiers.

How can we fail?"

Ma Cheng moved his lips a few times but remained silent. Ma Guozhong's attitude just represented the attitude of the generals in Liaodong. They underestimated the enemy. No one thought that the Ming Dynasty would be defeated. Moreover, there were serious deviations in the Ming Dynasty's estimation of Jianzhou's strength. Jianzhou's strength was underestimated.

The state is bitterly cold and there are no more than 10,000 soldiers. This is what the old emperor said many years ago.

Historically, the Jurchen army that participated in the Battle of Sarhu exceeded 50,000.

However, the Ming Dynasty's intelligence on Jianzhou was still at the stage of having less than 10,000 soldiers and turning into barbarians. The huge deviation in understanding caused the Ming Dynasty to make wrong judgments.

Of course, these words can only be kept in the heart, and if they are really said out, they will only be heard as jokes.

In Liaodong during this period, no one would believe that the Jianzhou Jurchens could shake the Ming Dynasty's rule in Liaodong.

The two of them were in a daze for a while, and Ma Guozhong had no intention of talking. He stood up and left in frustration.

Ma Chengduan sat at the table, picked up the wolf hair, suppressed the ups and downs in his heart, and wrote another notice, ordering Lijia to summon the strong people and archers to practice intensively at Xilao Military City within seven days. He sent someone to send the notice to the military preparations.

Road, the green light went smoothly and the big seal of the Military Preparation Road was stamped. It was obviously the cheap daddy who had said hello in advance.
Chapter completed!