Two days later, Hu Xinshui led a thousand Yiding people out of the Great Wall from Xifengkou.
Hu Guozhu, who was only seventeen years old, rode his horse to Hu Xinshui and asked: "Abba, I heard that the capital has fallen and Emperor Chongzhen has also escaped. Are the rumors true?"
Hu Xinshui hummed lightly and said, "It's true."
"Ah?" Hu Guozhu said, "Then the Ming Dynasty has died?"
Hu Xinshui said: "Even if it hasn't perished yet, it probably won't last a few days."
Hu Guozhu said: "Then what should we do? Not only have we fought against bandits, but we also have a bloody feud with Jiannu. Isn't there no place for us in the world?"
Hu Xinshui said: "You don't need to worry about this, because there are people who are more anxious than us."
Hu Guozhu said: "Abba, are you talking about Ping Xibo? What does Ping Xibo think?"
Hu Xinshui shook his head and said: "Abba doesn't know what Uncle Ping Xi thinks, but he knows that if the sky falls, it will only hit the taller ones first, so we just need to follow Uncle Ping. If the thieves can even let Uncle Ping go,
If you pass, then nothing will happen to you and me, father and son. If the thieves don't let Ping Xibo go, it won't be too late for us to take action again."
Hu Guozhu said: "Then what are we going to do when we enter Yanshan this time?"
"Capture Chongzhen." Hu Xinshui said.
"Ah? Arrest Chongzhen? Arrest?" Hu Guozhu was stunned when he heard this.
"Isn't Chongzhen the emperor? Ping Xibo asked us to arrest the emperor? Does he want to rebel?"
"He shouldn't dare to rebel, at least not now." Hu Xinshui said suddenly, "If I'm not wrong, Wu Sangui probably wants to imitate Cao Cao and hold the emperor hostage to command the princes."
Hu Xinshui doesn’t read much, but he is almost done with The Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
He knew the allusion of Cao Cao holding the emperor hostage to order the princes.
He added: "Perhaps I just want to offer Chongzhen to the thieves in exchange for a high official position."
"Son, I understand." Hu Guozhu said, "These Han people are really thoughtful."
"This has nothing to do with you and my son." Hu Xinshui shook his head and said, "We just have to do our job well and capture Chongzhen for Wu Sangui."
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Let’s go back and talk about Zhu Gaoyuan.
After leading more than a thousand men and horses to cross the Great Wall from Shiliang, Zhu Gaoyuan did not stay too long in the border area, but continued northward deep into the territory of Chahar Mongolia.
As a time traveler and a lover of Ming history,
Zhu Gaoyuan knows very well what the current situation is in Chahar Mongolia.
The co-owner of Chahar Mongolia, a descendant of Genghis Khan's golden family, and the successor of Lin Dan Khan, Ezhe, had surrendered to Houjin eight years ago, but Huang Taiji had not had time to compile the various tribes of Chahar Mongolia before his death.
Banner, so now the Chahar Mongolian tribes are actually in the era of tribal autonomy.
The tribe that occupies the forests and grasslands at the northern foot of Yanshan Mountain is called the Gongtu tribe.
The Gongtu Tribe is the weakest among the dozens of tribes in Chahar Mongolia. It has about 5,000 string masters and is scattered in a narrow area of several hundred kilometers.
Therefore, compared to staying at the border, it is safer to go deep into Gongtubu.
However, Zhu Gaoyuan did not intend to cause any friction with the Gongtu tribe.
Because he came to seek refuge, not to clear grass in Chahar.
However, things in the world are so paradoxical and do not depend on human will.
That evening, not long after the Ming army set up camp in a valley, Sun Xiangxian came to Zhu Gaoyuan happily, followed by two young eunuchs guarding the mausoleum.
The two young eunuchs were holding a struggling Mongolian woman.
"Long live my lord." Sun Xiangxian said with a flattering look, "I just took my sons to pick mushrooms in the nearby forest and found several tents."
"Then what?"
Zhu Gaoyuan's face darkened.
He had foreseen that trouble was coming.
"Then I saw a woman." Sun Xiangxian said with a smile, "The old slave found that this woman was quite pretty, so he wanted to bring her back to serve the Long Live Lord. He never thought that other barbarians would dare to resist, so the old slave had to let his sons
Kill them all and bring back this Northern Barbarian woman."
Zhu Gaoyuan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Sun Xiangxian asked two young eunuchs to bring the woman to Zhu Gaoyuan.
Sun Xiangxian said flatteringly: "Long live Lord, look at this woman, she is pretty pretty, right? It's bitterly cold in the mountains, and it's not appropriate for Long live Lord not to have a woman waiting by his side."
"Come and pretty?" Zhu Gaoyuan looked blankly at the Mongolian woman in front of him.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, unkempt hair, and his Mongolian robe is stained with oil.
That's all. When he opened his mouth and roared, he showed a mouth full of big yellow teeth!
Sun Xiangxian, Sun Xiangxian, are you afraid that you have some misunderstanding about the word "comeliness"?
But Zhu Gaoyuan was more concerned about another thing, and said with a dark face: "Did anyone run away?"
"Uh..." Sun Xiangxian's expression froze, and his eyes began to flicker, as if he was weighing things in his mind.
Zhu Gaoyuan's face turned completely cold and he shouted: "You'd better tell the truth, otherwise I will destroy your nine Sun clans!"
"Long live Lord, please forgive me!" Sun Xiangxian was so frightened that he knelt down, kowtowed and said, "I am incompetent and let a little brat run away. Long live Lord, please forgive me!"
"Damn it!" Zhu Gaoyuan suddenly stood up.
Seeing Zhu Gaoyuan getting up and Gong Yonggu nearby, Wang Jiayan and other distinguished officials gathered around him.
"My lords, something happened!" Zhu Gaoyuan kicked Sun Xiangxian hard and said, "This dog slave has provoked the Gongtu tribe, and the cavalry of the Gongtu tribe should come to seek revenge soon!"
"Ah?" Liu Wenbing lost his voice, "What should we do?"
Zhu Gaoyuan glared at Liu Wenbing, "How could a small Mongolian tribe scare you like this?"
Liu Wenbing realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly shrank his neck and hid behind Gong Yonggu.
"But you don't need to worry too much." Zhu Gaoyuan said, "The Gongtu Department cannot summon too many people in such a hurry, and they don't know how many people we have here."
Wang Jiayan nodded and said: "If nothing else, the Gongtu tribe will probably think that we are the frontier troops who crossed the Great Wall to rob us. In this case, the number of people who come to seek revenge will only be a hundred or so at most."
A hundred or so Mongolian cavalry is really not that many.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But looking at the mob around him, Zhu Gaoyuan still dare not take it lightly.
A lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that this time he has to face Mongolian cavalry who have lived on horseback since childhood?
Zhu Gaoyuan immediately said: "Gather all the baggage and build a protective wall in the valley. All the firearms are concentrated behind the protective wall and divided into three teams. When the Gongtu cavalry launches a charge, they will step forward one after another and shoot again!"
The cavalry without firearms lurked in the woods on the left and right, waiting for the Gongtu cavalry to fall into chaos before outflanking and intercepting them."
After a pause, Zhu Gaoyuan said in a more serious tone: "Don't leak anyone!"
At this point, you can't be merciful, otherwise calling in the main force of the Gongtu Department will be a big trouble. Zhu Gaoyuan doesn't want to survive between the bandits and the Gongtu Cavalry.
In just one and a half hours, the Ming army built a protective wall in the valley.
This protective wall is composed of grain bags, stones, wood and pack horses with their limbs tied, and is about five feet high.
The protective wall had just been built when the faint sound of horse hooves came from the grassland outside the valley entrance. Zhu Gaoyuan looked closely and saw a black line on the green grassland.
The scouts wandering outside the valley also rushed back.
"Your Majesty, the enemy's cavalry is coming, there are about two hundred cavalry!"
A bit more than expected, but still within the tolerance range.
Zhu Gaoyuan jumped up and was about to climb out of the protective wall, but was held back by Wang Jiayan and Jin Xuan.
Wang Jiayan was about to burst into tears: "Your Majesty, the son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall. He has the dignity of the emperor and must not put himself in danger. All matters concerning charging into battle can be left to the ministers."
Jin Xuan also said: "Your Majesty, please leave this battle to me."
"Get out of the way." Zhu Gaoyuan struggled to break away from the two of them and climbed out of the protective wall. "I am the emperor. I have the protection of God and the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty. I can overcome difficulties with a single stone. Nothing will happen to me!"
Ancestors' protection and stuff like that are of course bullshit.
Zhu Gaoyuan just felt that this was the best time to build his image.
For a long time, Chongzhen gave the ministers the impression that he was lacking in literary skills and no military skills. In terms of diligence, he was recognized by almost all ministers, and he could barely be regarded as a diligent king.
Therefore, Zhu Gaoyuan wanted to create the image of a heroic emperor who was civilized and military-minded.
In particular, military strategy is crucial to the future Northern Expedition.
As a time traveler, Zhu Gaoyuan knew very well that it was the general trend for the Ming Dynasty to withdraw from Jiangnan.
Then after surrendering to Jiangnan, a similar situation as in the Southern Song Dynasty will inevitably occur, that is, the scholar-officials in Jiangnan will block the Northern Expedition out of consideration of their own interests.
Therefore, Zhu Gaoyuan must reshape Chongzhen's image and create a heroic and military image of civility and military prowess.
Only by becoming a tough emperor like Ming Taizu and Ming Chengzu can he be able to act decisively and vigorously promote the Northern Expedition. Otherwise, he will never be able to fight back to Beijing again.
"Your Majesty, swords and guns have no eyesight. You are not afraid of ten thousand, but just in case!"
Wang Jiayan, Wu Linzheng and other ministers still wanted to dissuade him, but were interrupted by Zhu Gaoyuan with a wave of his hand.
"Shut up, there's no chance!" Zhu Gaoyuan shouted, "I am the emperor, nothing will happen to me. If there is any unforeseen disaster, it will be God's will and no human effort can violate it!"
Wang Jiayan and others were stunned.
It is God's will that cannot be violated without human power?
Listen, is this human language? You fool!
Zhu Gaoyuan ignored Wang Jiayan and others and shouted: "Get ready!"
More than 300 musketeers lined up behind the parapet and lit their matches one after another.
Most of these musketeers were eunuchs from the Jing army and soldiers from the Beijing camp guarding various gates.
Whether it is a pure army or a Beijing army, alternating shooting is a tactic that is often practiced.
According to historical records, the tactic of repeated shooting first appeared in the Northern Song Dynasty, but at that time crossbows were used.
In the early Ming Dynasty, Mu Ying, Duke of Guizhou, introduced the alternating fire tactics to firearms during his expedition to Yunnan, and achieved great results. After that, most firearms in the Ming Dynasty adopted the alternating firing tactics.
Therefore, the three-stage attack method was not the first of Gustav's creation.
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