Chapter six hundred and seventy-fifth scholar died for the confidant
Just as Zheng Tuon and his daughter were happily preparing to go to Fujian to meet with her husband, Fujian in Xiamen also welcomed the two tiger generals he had been looking forward to.
In later generations, when people talk about the generals who resisted the Qing Dynasty and pacified the bandits in the late Ming Dynasty, they often think of Yuan Chonghuan, Lu Xiangsheng, Sun Chuanting, Sun Chengzong and others, who are also well-known to the world.
But in fact, among the generals in the late Ming Dynasty, there were two unknown people. One of them was even called "the best general in the Ming Dynasty" by "History of Ming Dynasty" and also known as "the enemy of ten thousand people"
This person's name is Cao Wenzhao, and another person is his nephew Cao Bianjiao.
In history, one of the uncle and nephews died because of the bandits and finally committed suicide because of the ambush and fierce battle of the bandits. The other was to resist the invasion of the Qing Dynasty. Due to the situation, they were defeated and captured. They were unwilling to surrender and were killed by the Qing Tartars.
Both uncle and nephew have one common characteristic, that is, they are extremely powerful, extremely brave in combat and loyal to the Ming Dynasty. Before, Yang Feng had wanted to bring the two of them from Sun Chengzong, but Sun Chengzong refused to let them go, so he had to give up.
Some time ago, he got in touch with the Minister of War Cui Chengxiu and issued a transfer order to the Liaodong Army. After more than two months, the uncle and nephew finally arrived in Xiamen.
In order to welcome the uncle and nephew, Yang Feng specially hosted a banquet in the front hall of the Grand Governor's Office of the South to entertain the uncle and nephew.
What surprised Yang Feng was that Cao Wenzhao, who was known as the enemy of ten thousand people in "History of Ming Dynasty", was only medium-sized, but he looked very solid, his hands were covered with calluses, and he looked like an honest and honest country farmer.
His nephew Cao Bianjiao is twenty-one years old this year, and he looks very heroic. In the words of later generations, this guy was born to be a soldier.
Yang Feng not only attended the banquet in person, but also called Geng Bingyi, Chu Maoguang, Huang Jiye, Wu Keshan, Lu Guangbiao, Liu Xiang and other generals to accompany him. He gave him enough face and moved Cao Wenzhao, who was just a new arrival.
As a warrior, his temper was naturally straightforward. Although it was the first time Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao’s uncle and nephew met with a group of generals of the Jiangning Army, they immediately became familiar with each other after drinking a few glasses of wine and soon began to sing and exchange cups.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors, Yang Feng smiled at Cao Wenzhao, who was sitting on his right hand, and said, "General Cao, you have been working hard all the way through the distance. I wonder how many soldiers you have brought this time?"
Seeing Yang Feng ask a question, Cao Wenzhao quickly stood up and said respectfully: "It's so that the marquis will find out that the two of them will come here at the end, bringing a total of 1,000 cavalry and 2,000 infantry for the marquis to send."
Yang Feng waved his hand to signal him to sit down, and then said, "If I remember correctly, General Cao, you are now a guerrilla warrior. Your nephew, Cao Bianjiao, is the title of Qian Zong?"
“That’s right!”
Yang Feng thought for a while: "Let's do this, now I have five battalions in Fujian, each battalion commanded by a guerrilla. Since you are here, I will form another infantry battalion, and will be based on the old subordinates you brought, and you will be the commander. What do you think?"
Cao Wenzhao's honest face showed an excited look. Although he looked like an old farmer, he was not stupid. Moreover, with the reputation of the Jiangning Army, every move of the Jiangning Army was extremely thoroughly studied.
Of course he knew that the largest organization of the Jiangning Army was the battalion. For infantry, each battalion was 5,000 people were equipped with firearms. For cavalry, each battalion had three thousand people, and each cavalry had one person, two horses or even three horses.
These are the main combat power of the Jiangning Army. As for the artillery battalion, medical battalion, and logistics battalion of the Jiangning Army, these troops are auxiliary units in the eyes of many people, and not many people pay attention to it.
Cao Wenzhao immediately asked: "Mr. Marquis, I will bring one thousand cavalry and two thousand infantry this time. These two thousand infantry can be incorporated into the infantry battalion, but what should I do if those thousand cavalrymen?"
Yang Feng smiled: "Don't you have a nephew Cao Bianjiao? This is the case. The thousand cavalry will be handed over to him to command. A team of independent thousand-persons will be organized and led by this Hou himself. What do you think?"
“Wow…”
This time it was not only Cao Wenzhao, but also Cao Bianjiao's uncle and nephew, but also the Jiangning generals present were in an uproar.
They are very clear about what this means by Yang Feng himself.
Before this, there were tens of thousands of troops in the Jiangning Army, and there was no single unit led by Yang Feng himself. If you insist on saying that, it would be Wu Baijiading led by Song Ye. Now Yang Feng actually asked Cao Bianjiao to continue to command the thousand old subordinates he brought, and he also asked him to follow him personally. This was the rhythm of training him as a confidant.
Seeing that Cao Bianjiao was still stunned, Cao Wenzhao stood up in a hurry and flew over to his nephew's butt.
"Idiot, the Marquis intends to praise you, but you are still standing still, so why don't you thank the Marquis quickly!"
Cao Bianjiao, who was kicked, came to his senses and quickly stood up and knelt down to Yang Feng and said loudly: "I thanked the Marquis for your kindness. If the Marquis is sent in the future, I will definitely go through fire and water and die!"
Seeing Cao Bianjiao's face flushed with excitement, many people in the hall were so jealous that their eyes turned red.
Yang Feng, who glanced around everyone's faces and saw everyone's expressions, smiled and scolded: "Okay, what are your eyes? This is my valuation of Mr. Cao Qian's talent. I intend to let him follow me for a while. If anyone of you is jealous, let me squeak. I ask you to change with Cao Bianjiao. Who would like to come here?"
When everyone heard Yang Feng say something, they smiled embarrassedly and stopped talking. What a joke? The person who is doing it is at least the guerrilla general in the first battalion. If he changes with Cao Bianjiao, wouldn’t he have to be demoted? The fool will change with him.
After saying that, Yang Feng also smiled and said to Cao Bianjiao: "Okay, get up. I don't want you to go through fire and water. As long as you remember that as long as you do things in the future, as long as you are worthy of the Ming court and the people of the Ming Dynasty, then you are worthy of this Marquis."
After hearing what Yang Feng said, Cao Bianjiao admired him even more and said respectfully: "Hey, I thanked the Marquis for his teachings!"
After saying that, he stood up and sat down again.
To be honest, before coming to Fujian, Cao Wenzhao and Cao Bianjiao, the uncle and nephew, were still nervous.
After all, the thousand cavalry and two thousand infantry they commanded are elite soldiers they have finally refined. If Yang Feng ordered the troops to be disbanded or reorganized, they would have no way to do it.
Chapter completed!