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1639, the first imperial seal

The urn at Chaoyang Gate is brightly lit. Lanterns are hung outside the arrow windows of the archery tower. There are torches tied to each battlement, making a sound in the evening breeze.

The more than 40,000-strong Beijing Camp lost the Nanyuan Camp and has now retreated back to the city. The emperor did not allow Yuan Chonghuan's more than 40,000 Guan Ning Army to enter the city, but there is no problem with the Beijing Camp. The middle and lower-level officers of these Beijing Camps are all

He came from Jingwei martial arts.

These young people all come from the families of officers with more than 1,000 households in the eighteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty. Many of them are the descendants of nobles. These people are deeply tied to the imperial power, and they are very trustworthy. However, their combat effectiveness is worrying.

If Ning Jun enters the city, they are really no match.

Zu Dashou, with his men and horses, looked across the moat at the bustling scene of unloading ships under the city wall, and felt very uncomfortable. The emperor was more guarded against them than against the slaves.

However, he was indeed sent by Yuan Chonghuan to see if there was any opportunity.

Guan Ning's army is also short of food. After they arrived, the food and wages have not been solved. The Tongzhou warehouse was moved into Tongzhou City by Sun Chengzong. There were Jiannu slaves outside the city, and they could not be transported out.

There were also supplies and military rations in Nanyuan's warehouse, but when the Beijing camp retreated, they took them all away. The Beijing camp believed that these things belonged to them. After experiencing the previous incident of the barracks being robbed, they were highly nervous in this regard. After all,

They are the best treated.

Chongzhen just sent people to throw down some old grain sacks from the city wall every day, many of which were moldy. Guan Ningjun had no choice but to bite the bullet and eat. Chongzhen also controlled the quantity and paid three days' worth of grain at a time.

Yuan Chonghuan secretly resented it, but there was nothing he could do.

With only three days of food and wages, he was unable to do anything and could only fight Huang Taiji under the city. He proposed counterattack more than once and asked the emperor to hand over the troops of King Qin who had arrived to him and let them take them with him.

Counterattack.

The emperor objected because there was not enough food.

Today he tried to stop the fleet because he had no way to attack the fleet in the river. However, they simply ignored him. He was so angry that he almost went crazy on the spot.

Later, he sent Zu Dashou with five thousand people to try to see if there was any chance at night. But the emperor was one step ahead of him and had already closed the suspension bridge, and he could not get in outside the moat.

Zu Dashou had no other choice but to watch helplessly as the Jing camp carried sacks of food to Wengcheng.

These sacks are 120 kilograms a bag, which is a whole load of rice. A total of 300,000 bags. Guan Ningjun drooled when he saw it. Although they were the best treated in the Ming Dynasty frontier army, they could only eat.

Some cereals.

Rice was not something they could afford. The new rice from the south of the Yangtze River in Liaodong cost five taels of silver per load. Thousands of households did not dare to eat it for the whole family.

In the West Nuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace, Chongzhen did not sleep, but waited for news from Chaoyang Gate. Only when all 300,000 bags of rice were put into the granary could he go to sleep with peace of mind.

This rice is really a timely help and solves an urgent need.

Nowadays, most of the armies of King Qin in various places cannot be supplied, and the granaries of Gyeonggi are basically in Tongzhou and the capital. Now there are Mongolian and Jiannu roving horses everywhere, and they cannot be transported out at all.

Wang Chengen came with a tray. There was a large blue and white bowl on it, and four small plates. There were four kinds of pickles on it.

"Your Majesty, this is the rice sent by Marquis Dingyuan. I tasted it first. It tastes very good and very fragrant. Seeing that Your Majesty is still working hard late at night, I took the initiative to make some midnight snacks for Your Majesty."

Chongzhen received enough military rations to last for a period of time today, and he was in a good mood. Smelling the fragrance of the rice porridge, his appetite suddenly whetted his appetite. He quickly ate a little with a spoon.

"Hey, this kind of long-grained rice is so sweet. What kind of rice is it?" Chongzhen asked strangely. He had never eaten this kind of rice before. It tasted unexpectedly good.

"Your Majesty, this is Siam fragrant rice, only five thousand tons. The rice shipped by Dingyuan Bo this time was purchased in Nanyang. Most of it comes from southern Cochin, and a small part comes from Siam, Luzon, and Khmer."

Chongzhen was also a little hungry at this time and ate up a large bowl of rice porridge. He wiped his mouth with silk silk and said: "Send these five thousand loads of fragrant rice to the palace, and let the queen and others

Have a taste.”

At this time, in the distant Liaodong, Yang Fan's army had retreated to Jingbo Lake. The Jurchens from the East China Sea and the Jurchens from the Beishan Mountains were quite complaining. They looked down on Jianzhou at all and felt that there was no need to be so tolerant.

Yang Fan retreated here and no longer retreated, because this was the battlefield chosen by Yang Fan. This place had become civilized, and it was the most unbearable time of the year in Liaodong.

Because the ice and snow are melting and the weather is getting warmer, it is actually the most painful time of the year.

At noon, the sun will melt the snow-covered earth, and the earth will turn into a muddy pond with accumulated water. Once you step in, you can sink up to your knees. The mixture of mud and water will pour in from the boots. The mixture of mud and water will be bone-chillingly cold. That feeling.

You can never imagine the sourness without experiencing it yourself.

But after the sun goes down, it doesn't have to be dark. As long as the temperature drops sharply after three o'clock in the afternoon, the muddy water will quickly start to freeze. By midnight, it will be frozen like iron.

The dirt road was filled with pits one after another. The transport wheels were stuck in the mud during the day and frozen in the ice at night. There was no dry ground to camp on, so the tents could only be set up in the muddy water.

Fortunately, there are many trees in Liaodong, and there are saplings everywhere. They cut down the saplings and pile them up to make beds above the mud and water on the ground, so that they can sleep peacefully. Otherwise, if they spend a night in the mud and water, they will freeze to death, or they will have to have frostbite and amputation.

At this time, Amin already regretted pursuing these damn Donghai nests. Although he had been a soldier for half his life, he had never been to the Great North. He had suffered this crime there.

The Donghai and Beishan people were extremely ferocious. He recruited all the men and horses that the Qing Dynasty could recruit, a total of 150,000 people. Otherwise, he would not have the confidence to face the 40,000 to 50,000 Donghai Woji. They would never be able to defeat them if they were equal in number.

Their.

In fact, the Manchus were very afraid of people from the north, just like the Ming Dynasty was afraid of them.

What Amin saw along the way was shocking. Wherever Donghaiwoji passed, there was no grass. He didn't see any human habitation along the way. They were all burned-out villages, towns and castles. If these people opened up Tieling and Kaiyuan, he couldn't imagine the consequences.

Kaitie Ercheng is the northern gate of Liaodong. Once these barbarians went south, the Qing Dynasty's decades of construction would be over. Amin had no choice but to chase them all the way. Only by beating them back could he return to the court with peace of mind.

Now, they are in trouble. The logistical supply of 150,000 people has almost brought down the Eight Banners in Liaodong. In fact, they do not have the materials to support the battle of 150,000 people.

Those who went south relied entirely on local plunder to support themselves.

However, this place was already sparsely populated, and after being burned, killed, and plundered by these East China Sea nests, it was no longer inhabited. Supplies could be found there. Even if they were sent out to hunt, it would be useless. It is not easy to find prey in spring.

Now the ice and snow melt during the day and freeze at night. The army is suffering terribly.

Amin looked at Jingpo Lake in the distance. Now the lake is frozen again, but no one dares to walk on the lake. The ice is not strong.

Across the lake is the camp of those Donghai people. It is very lively there, with bonfires burning, people shouting, and barbecues being blown over by the wind. Those people seem to have drunk too much, singing and dancing.

Amin was starving here, but those beasts from the East China Sea were as happy as if they were celebrating a festival. There was also a strong smell of wine floating over. It seemed that Ming had spent a lot of money on them and even gave them wine to drink.

Amin only hoped for a decisive battle as soon as possible, he really couldn't delay it any longer.

But the other party always makes contact with them and then quickly retreats, never engaging in a decisive battle with them. If this continues, it is estimated that in another month, Amin and the others will reach the East China Sea.

In the center of the camp, inside the Chinese army that was besieging the city with trucks, there were many vehicles. At this time, Yang Fan was busy in his warm and comfortable RV, sweating profusely.

If he doesn't work hard, he won't be able to keep a bowl of water flat, and there will be complaints.

Mr. Wu's cheeks flushed with excitement, and he led his three apprentices to Yang Fan's RV, holding a very simple lacquerware wooden box in his own hands.

Donkey Dan was on duty tonight, and he looked at the excited little old man with confusion.

I don’t know what it means to come here to see the master at this time.

He didn't want to get into trouble at this time.

Even if the master doesn't care about him, are ladies easy to mess with?

He would not be able to eat and walk away if he disturbed the ladies' interest. The ladies did not have fuel-efficient lamps.

"General Lu, this matter is of great importance. You must inform the proprietor immediately. This matter cannot be delayed, and you cannot bear the responsibility." Mr. Wu changed his usual smiling appearance and said with a rare seriousness.


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