Hangzhou City

Since Li Yan took away the 5,000 cavalry, 4,000 infantry, and most of the baggage and medical battalions, the originally noisy barracks suddenly became deserted. The huge barracks were only two thousand soldiers, five hundred servants, and a small number of baggage and medical battalions, which looked deserted.

That morning, Yang Feng got up and followed the soldiers to do business. He did not return to the tent until after nine o'clock in the morning to handle official duties.

"Report!"

A loud voice sounded outside the door.

"Come in."

As the door curtain was lifted, Gou Xingma strode in and came to Yang Feng and said loudly.

"I have met the Duke."

Yang Feng put down the pen in his hand and smiled, "Old Gou, is there anything wrong with you running over so early?"

"Mr., I was ordered to take over the city defense of Hangzhou Prefecture during this period. I worked diligently and did not dare to relax at all. The city was originally calm, but in the past few days, I found that many officials in the city were secretly connecting, and some people were secretly contacting the officers of the former Hangzhou Prefecture, especially the Fubiao Camp, which originally belonged to Pan Ruzhen, were even more small moves. I thought it was necessary to guard against it."

"There is still this?"

Yang Feng was shocked. It was fine if the original guards of the Hangzhou Prefecture were not. After a big battle with the bandits, there were only less than two thousand soldiers left in the Hangzhou Prefecture. Moreover, the equipment and combat effectiveness of these people were relatively poor, which was not worth worrying, but those Fubiao battalions were different.

As the name suggests, Fubiao Camp is an army belonging to the governor and a army that the governor can directly mobilize. Such an army has always been the confidant of the governor, so its treatment can naturally be imagined.

This army of only 1,500 people is the best in terms of equipment and training in the entire Hangzhou Prefecture. At the same time, they are also the most loyal to the governor. A few days ago, when they were arresting Pan Ruzhen, Yang Feng specially mobilized a battalion of infantry and two thousand cavalry to surround Fubiao Battalion, which shocked the army and successfully arrested Pan Ruzhen.

After arresting Pan Ruzhen, in order to prevent the Fubiao Camp from rebounding and to take care of the emotions of the Hangzhou Prefecture Guanyuan, Yang Feng made a promise not to make adjustments to the personnel of Fubiao Camp for the time being, in order to calm the morale of the military. Perhaps because he knew that resistance was useless, Fubiao Camp has been very honest during this period and spent most of his time in the military camp. This also slowly relieved Yang Feng's original vigilance. He never thought that what he was worried about still happened.

Yang Feng's expression changed, and Gou Xingma immediately felt a familiar aura slowly appearing on Yang Feng. He knew that whenever this aura appeared on Yang Feng, it meant that he was in trouble.

"So, can Chen Taizhong and Wang Quan no longer hold back?" Yang Feng's face showed a sharp look.

The Fubiao battalion of the Ming Dynasty was generally divided into two battalions, each with 750 people, led by a central officer and a guerrilla general. This is also a way for the governor to set up a way to check and balance his subordinates to prevent his family from dominating their dominance.

The Chen Taizhong and Wang Quan mentioned just now are the guerrilla generals who commanded the left camp and the middle officers who commanded the right camp respectively.

After capturing Pan Ruzhen, it was not that no one proposed to take the opportunity to take down Chen Taizhong and Wang Quan, but Yang Feng rejected it. Now he still seems to be a little careless.

Yang Feng asked again: "Is Fubiao Camp still at its garrison now?"

"Here I am."

After saying that, Gou Xingma said again: "Mr., now our army has only 2,000 troops in the city. Even with the baggage battalion, the artillery battalion is only 3,000. In addition, it also needs to take into account the city defense. If you want to attack Fubiao Battalion, you may be in danger."

"What are you afraid of?"

Yang Feng sneered: "The bandits have been defeated by us. Now there are no traces of bandits within a radius of a hundred miles. This means that we can gather all our strengths together. With the help of the artillery battalion, if we can't take down a mere Fubiao battalion, I might as well resign and go home to take care of the children. Gou Xingma!"

"Here!"

Gou Xingma was shocked and stood attentively.

"You gather all the people immediately and follow me to the Fubiao Camp camp for a walk. I want to see what tricks can those people play without Fubiao Camp."

Gou Xingma was overjoyed, stood attentive like a conditioned reflex and shouted: "Here!"

"Drip...drip...drip..."

As the loud and rapid military horn sounded, the originally calm military camp boiled like a boiling pot. More than ten minutes later, a soldier wearing armor and holding a musket rushed out of the camp tent and rushed to the front of the platform.

"Standing attentively and looking forward!"

"Look forward!"

"Report the number!"

“One, two, three, four…”

"College of baggage battalion!"

"Carry up the cannon camp!"

"Medical and nursing camp gather!"

Accompanied by the sound of commands, thousands of soldiers lined up in neat rows, and everyone looked at Yang Feng standing on the stage.

Soon, Gou Xingma strode down the stage and shouted to Yang Feng standing on the stage: "Duke Qibing, all the personnel of the Jiangning Army have gathered together, and it should be 3,648 people, but in fact 3,648 people, please give me advice!"

Yang Feng, covered in armor, stood on the stage, glanced at everyone, and then said: "Except for the medical camp and the guards left-behind camp, everyone set out with me to surround the Fubiao camp station."

"Set off!"

With a command, thousands of people trotted out of the camp...

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Not far from the Governor's Office, there is a small military camp covering an area of ​​dozens of acres. This is the headquarters of Fubiao Camp, with the most elite 1,500 soldiers and horses in Hangzhou Prefecture.

In a spacious yard in the military camp, a middle-aged man in a green robe sat on a magistrate chair, and two middle-aged men wearing fourth-rank military generals were sitting upright on both sides of him.

These two middle-aged people were naturally Chen Taizhong and Wang Quan, who were commanding the left and right battalions of Fubiao Camp, respectively, while the middle-aged man wearing the fifth-rank civil servant uniform was Zhu Yaoxian, the magistrate of Hangzhou Prefecture.

Zhu Yaoxian said, "Mr. Chen, Lord Wang, the matter has been explained clearly. I hope the two masters will consider clearly what to do and give the officials a reply as soon as possible. Lord Liao is waiting for the two masters' answers."

Although Zhu Yaoxian is only a sixth-rank official, and is several levels lower than Chen Taizhong and Wang Quan when he is wielding poverty, his tone of speaking has an arrogant tone, which is also the norm of this era. Civil officials have always felt very superior in front of military officials.
Chapter completed!