The Commander-in-Chief of the Xia Town Defense Line went to his camp.
Chongzhen, a man with a big horse and a golden sword, is sitting on the imperial chair, reviewing the account books.
Chongzhen now leaves all government affairs to the cabinet. As long as it is not a major matter such as the appointment of the Tianguan of the Ministry of History, other matters can be left to the four of Shi Kefa and the others.
Chongzhen only planned to catch two things.
The first is the army, and the second is money.
But even with the army and money, Chongzhen can only capture a small part now.
What he can really manage now is the 120,000 people on the front line in Xuzhou and the money and food sent to Xuzhou.
Chongzhen looked very carefully. After all, the money and food he had on hand was very limited. He only had a total of 600,000 taels of silver and a hundred thousand shi of food left, so he had to plan carefully.
Chongzhen looked at the account book with great concentration.
Zhu Cixiang and Zhu Cijiong were very anxious, because the Ming army and Jiannu were fighting to the death in the northwest area of the Xia Town defense line, and huge shouts of killing continued to come from the northwest.
Zhu Cixiang may still be able to stand up because he is two years older.
But the thirteen-year-old Zhu Cijiong was so anxious that he squeezed his little face into a ball and ran outside the camp from time to time to take a look. Unfortunately, since there was no watchtower, he couldn't see anything.
[Zhu Cijiong is the third son of Chongzhen, and the second son Zhu Cixuan died young]
"Can I not be in a hurry?" Zhu Cijiong fisted his fist hard, "I really want to pick up a spear and follow the soldiers into battle, killing all the Jiannu without leaving any trace of armor behind!"
"You will have a chance." Chongzhen said with a smile.
"But not now, you are too young now."
Zhu Cijiong was overjoyed when he heard this: "Father, are you saying that when my son grows up, he can go to the battlefield?"
Zhu Cixiang's focus was in another direction. He thought that his father was really about to collapse. Jingnanbo was leading the main force of the Ming army in a decisive battle with Jiannu, but his father was still able to deal with it calmly. This is what he said.
The appearance of an emperor.
"Okay." Chongzhen said to Zhu Cijiong with a smile, "You can go to the battlefield when you are eighteen years old."
"Father, my son also wants to go to the battlefield." Zhu Cixiang said, "My son also wants to fight for the Ming Dynasty."
"Okay." Chongzhen nodded happily, "As princes, you should have fought in the Ming Dynasty."
Gao Qiqian, Lu Jiude, Han Zanzhou and other eunuchs were frightened when they heard this, especially Gao Qiqian, who said to Prince Ding, don't be like this, fighting is not fun.
It would be better to go to the Qinhuai River to listen to a play or something.
While the father and son were talking, the sky outside suddenly filled with excitement.
Gao Qiqian, Han Zanzhou and Lu Jiude were stunned for a few moments.
Brothers Zhu Cihong and Zhu Cijiong also heard it, but they couldn't believe it.
Chongzhen finally raised his head and turned to ask Wang Chengen: "Wang Daban, what are you shouting outside?"
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, may the Ming Dynasty be blessed!" Wang Cheng'en fell to his knees with a bang, and his whole body was already bursting into tears, "Jian Nu has collapsed! Jian Nu has collapsed! Jian Nu has collapsed!"
"Old servant and others, congratulations to Your Majesty, may the Ming Dynasty be blessed with great blessings!"
Gao Qiqiu, Han Zanzhou and Lu Jiude followed him and fell to their knees.
"Pfft." A drop of ink dripped from the tip of the brush and splashed on the ground.
Chongzhen's hanging heart finally fell back to the ground like this drop of ink.
Even though when he was reviewing the account books just now, Chongzhen showed a calm and calm look as if his face was about to collapse, but in fact he was not at peace in his heart.
How can it be peaceful?
Just like a gambler who bets all his wealth on a life-and-death battle, who can remain calm before the lid of the dice cup is lifted? No one can!
Even if Chongzhen knew that the Ming army had a great chance of winning this battle, he would still be worried.
Because there is never a 100% sure-win battle in this world, and there is always a chance of a small-probability event happening. Who knows if Jiannu will suddenly explode?
Who knows if the Ming army will suddenly stretch its hips?
Fortunately, none of what he worried about happened.
The Ming army finally won the battle and Jiannu was defeated!
"Okay!" Chongzhen flicked his sleeves and strode to the door of the hall.
Looking at the hustle and bustle of the battlefield in the northwest, he said leisurely: "The Jiannu have been defeated. Now let's see how many Jiannu the soldiers in front can kill. It's best not to let go of any of them!"
After hearing what Chongzhen said, Zhu Cihong and Zhu Cijiong looked expectant.
The eyes of Wang Chengen, Gao Qiqian and other senior eunuchs also began to become eager.
Since the old slaves raised their troops, the Ming Dynasty has not won even a real victory from the slaves. Is this precedent really going to be broken by Long Live Lord today?
Long live the Lord, it seems that he has really changed.
Chongzhen's eyes have already turned to the battlefield ahead.
It seems that thousands of Ming army soldiers can be seen launching an endless pursuit of Jiannu through the retreat channels, Western gun platforms and slope protections.
…
After shouting a few times, Yang Ponu suddenly felt that Jiannu wasn't that scary after all.
Yang Ponu suddenly discovered that it was not only the Ming army who were afraid, but also the Jian Nu. It turned out that the Jian Nu would also turn around and flee after being scared.
What else is there to say? Kill them!
"Kill the slave!" Yang Ponu roared, picked up his spear and chased after him.
Within a few steps, Yang Ponu caught up with a Jiannu from behind. He was obviously a soldier or a Han soldier. He was not even wearing cotton armor, only a war coat.
Naturally, Yang Ponu would not be merciful towards Jiannu.
Following his usual training, Yang Ponu casually made a thrust.
There was just a squeaking sound, and the diamond-shaped spearhead, which could penetrate the armor, easily penetrated Jiannu's vest. Jiannu screamed and staggered to the ground.
Before Jiannu fell to the ground, Yang Ponu had already withdrawn his spear.
The fact that he stabbed a Jiannu to death so easily gave Yang Ponu a huge confidence boost.
It turns out that being a slave is nothing special. If you stab him with a spear, you will still die.
Are you afraid of them? Yang Ponu became more confident and rushed forward with a spear in hand, and soon rushed to the front of all the spearmen.
By this time, the Ming army's formation had dispersed and turned into a mess.
In normal times, Jiannu only had to fight back, and the Ming army would win first and then lose in an instant, rout thousands of miles away. But today, they don't have the physical strength. I'm really tired.
The powerful attack of the eightfold gun platform,
It drained Jiannu's energy.
It also drained Jiannu's physical strength.
At this time, Jiannu really didn't have the energy to fight back.
I just wish my mother-in-law had two legs and couldn't run fast.
Another Jiannu appeared in front of Yang Ponu.
This is another soldier from the Ming army who was demoted because he could speak the official dialect of the Ming Dynasty.
After realizing that he could no longer run away, the soldier knelt down and kowtowed to Yang Ponu.
"Brother, please forgive me, please forgive me." Jiang Zou knelt down and kowtowed while weeping bitterly. "We don't want to surrender and become slaves. That bastard Gaudi deceived us."
"Get out of here!" Yang Ponu thrust out all his bamboo spears and then pulled them back forcefully.
"Hey, okay, get out of here." Jiangzu agreed, and rolled a few times on the ground until he rolled to the corner of the ditch. As a result, he was stabbed in the buttocks by the remaining bamboo thorns, but he didn't dare to say a word.
Yang Ponu, on the other hand, passed the Jiang pawn and continued to chase forward with long strides.
Although Yang Ponu is from the south, he has the height of a northerner.
With his long legs, Yang Ponu quickly rushed in front of the other spearmen, and then found another Jiannu. This Jiannu seemed to have injured his calf, and it was very difficult to limp while running.
Hearing footsteps approaching from behind, the Jiannu realized that he could no longer run away.
The Jiannu roared angrily, and then turned around to face Yang Ponu with a sword in his hand.
In the past, Yang Ponu must have been timid before fighting, but he was so frightened when he saw Jiannu rushing towards him.
But now, Yang Ponu's state of mind is completely different. The "results" just now have given him great confidence, and he has become fearless.
"Go to hell!" Yang Ponu made another simple thrust.
However, this Jiannu was obviously a ruthless character, and he cut off Yang Ponu's spear with a flick of his long knife.
A standard spear shaft must be wrapped with 16 pieces of green leather bamboo strips to wrap a hardwood shaft, wrapped with silk thread and then painted, and then dried for a long time to shape. This kind of spear shaft not only has hardness, but is also more resistant to cutting with sharp blades.
But the Ming Dynasty's finances obviously could not afford such high-quality spear shafts.
Therefore, ironwood, jujube wood and even bamboo poles are widely used in the army.
Yang Ponu's spear shaft was an ordinary bamboo pole, which was cut into pieces by Jiannu.
In the past, when the spear was cut off, Yang Ponu must have turned around and ran away.
But this time, after Yang Ponu cut off the spear, he just flicked his wrist, and the bamboo spear shaft that lost the spearhead just slightly turned its direction and stabbed Jiannu in the throat.
This time things became hasty, much beyond Jiannu's expectation.
Before Jian Nu could react, the spear shaft had already penetrated through the gap in the gorget.
Although the spear head has been cut off, the tip is still sharp, so it is equivalent to a bamboo spear.
Yang Ponu could clearly feel that the tip of the spear had pierced Jiannu's throat, because when the spear penetrated the human body, a wonderful texture came from the spear shaft. This was not a lie.
This should be the second real slave Yang Ponu stabbed to death in his life.
The last time we were in Anshan Town was an accident, but this time it was a serious battle!
"Skinny dog, you are so lucky, you caught a damn mouse again?" Another spearman ran past Yang Ponu with a spear in his hand, his tone full of envy.
"Wang Laoshi, call me big name, Yang Ponu!"
Yang Ponu roared and continued to pursue him with his bamboo spear.
"Oh shit, you're still chasing after your tip is gone? Leave some for me."
Wang Laoshi couldn't sprint with his legs, but Yang Ponu was so anxious that he screamed behind him.
By this time, the morale of the Ming army had completely improved, and they were no longer afraid of establishing slaves.
At least the Ming army in these ten towns in Xia Town is no longer afraid of establishing slaves.
Of course, this confidence is still very fragile. If you can't protect it well, you will be back to your original shape after a defeat.
True confidence must be like that of Jian Nu, who achieved countless victories over half a century. The kind of self-confidence revealed from the bones cannot be erased by a few defeats.
