w At the fifth hour of April, Zhang Yuan and his party left Shanhaiguan and stepped into the vast territory of Guandong. As far as the field of vision could be seen, beacon towers and Jili piers stretched into the distance. The sky was very different from the high ground. The sea breeze came from the east. The flag of the mission was
In Xunxun, Jin Zhongqingyuan, the North Korean petitioner, pointed to a high platform in Dongguan and said to Zhang Yuan: "Zhang Xiuzhuan, that is the Wangfu Terrace. According to legend, it was the place where Meng Jiangnu looked for her husband. There is the Meng Jiangnu Temple under the Wangfu Terrace - Zhang Xiuzhuan is not thinking about the ancient times.
exquisite feelings?"
Zhang Yuan smiled. These Korean envoys were surprised to see that he only wanted to inquire about military defense and people's sentiments during his trip, but did not write poems or poems. In the past, the Ming envoys who went to Korea as envoys would always write poems along the way, such as
Ten years ago, Zhan Shifu's Zuo Yu De Zhu Zhifan, who was sent to North Korea as an envoy, not only wrote poems at the scenic spots he passed, but even left poems in the inns. He also wrote poems and exchanges with North Korean officials. It was so lively——
Last night, Zhang Yuan saw "Shanhaiguan and Jin Taipu Rhymes" sung by Zhu Zhifan and the North Korean envoys on the wall of poems inscribed on the Shanhaiguan Posthouse. The North Korean deputy envoy Xu Yun and the petitioner Jin Zhongqing who were traveling with him recited two lines of it again and again.
"The guests are closing their doors to welcome the dawn, and the mountains are returning to the coast with the spring tide." He thought it was wonderful, but Zhang Yuan felt that Zhu Zhifan's poems were bland and that poetry requires inspiration. "Two sentences are obtained in three years" is a bit exaggerated, but he opened his mouth
It is inevitable that it will be too indiscriminate. It is said that Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty was the person who wrote the most poems in ancient times. He has tens of thousands of poems, but which one of them can be passed down?
However, as an envoy of the Celestial Dynasty, Zhang Yuan was obliged to compose poems. North Korea admired Chinese culture and sent envoys who were proficient in Confucianism and good at poetry. Wouldn't it be a sign of weakness for Zhang Yuan not to compose poems? Therefore, although Liaodong Jigu
It’s about to start. Poems still have to be written——
"Has Jin Canjun written a good poem about Meng Jiangnu? I'm all ears." Zhang Yuan asked Jin Zhongqing to make some suggestions.
Jin Zhongqing said: "I have a poem from Xu She, and I would like to ask Zhang Xiuzan for advice."
North Korea's deputy envoy Xu Yunguan lived in the House of Representatives of the National Assembly. His position was above that of Jin Zhongqing. He was a famous poet in North Korea. Xu Yun came over on horseback. After being polite, he said: "The second generation is a wealthy man in the world. Bones along the border
Like basil. But the bones of the miserable toil are exhausted, who knows the labor of trudging in the boudoir. The stone mirror has a bright moon for thousands of years, and the Qin City is thousands of miles away from the wind and waves. It has cut through the earth's veins and exhausted the lives of the people. What is left is the mountains and rivers and the height of the country."
After chanting, Xu Yun and Jin Zhongqing both looked at Zhang Yuan, waiting for Zhang Yuan to comment. It would be best if Bu Yunhe made it.
Ruan Dacheng also looked at Zhang Yuan. Ruan Dacheng had a name for poetry, but he was not an official envoy. Moreover, these North Korean envoys only valued Zhang Yuan and did not ask him to write poems. Ruan Dacheng remained silent and watched how Zhang Yuan would deal with it——
Zhang Yuan walked slowly and slowly, and praised: "Xu Sheren recited a good poem, which contains the meaning of admonishment and punishment for rise and fall, and has the style of poetry and history."
Xu Yun held the reins and cupped his hands and said: "Zhang Xiuzan won the prize. Zhang Xiuzan is a talented scholar from the south of the Yangtze River and is the best in Chuanlu. In this situation, there must be some good words for us to listen to."
Zhang Yuandao: "Poetry is a famous instrument. Only when emotions are moved in China can they be expressed outside. It is not a tool for communication and entertainment. I don't write poetry for leisure."
Xu Yun and Jin Zhongqing looked at each other, both looking embarrassed.
Ruan Dacheng on the side laughed secretly and thought to himself: "Zhang Jiezi's deceptive words may not be able to suppress the Koreans."
But I heard Zhang Yuan say again: "But Xu Sheren is in front of me, so I reluctantly have to compose a poem to ask for advice." Looking far into the distance, he recited loudly: "Ying Zheng was unethical in the past. He built a city in the north of Yaowu. He broke the enemy with violence."
The earth's veins start from Tao and connect to Dongying. On the day of death, my pillow is as white as a mountain. Sadly, Meng Jiangnu has traveled thousands of miles to find her husband. She cannot recognize her bones when she cries. The wind and clouds are colorless, and the pillars are broken. The big festival is white.
Today, I am still alive today. I look forward to my husband with a high platform, and I will cherish the purity for thousands of years. I came to touch the sedge and look at the ancient times with sincerity. The village witch walks through the valley, and the temples are sparse. The mulberry trees have been loved since ancient times, and the vegetation is still sad.
The Great Wall still exists today, and its emblem has not been Qin for a long time. It is not as good as this mountain stone, and its name of Zhenlie has been passed down for a long time."
Ruan Dacheng was shocked. He had been friends with Zhang Yuan for three years. He had never heard that Zhang Yuan could compose poetry, but the five-character ancient poem that Zhang Yuan just recited had a high tone of ancient style and a deep and heavy tone. This is the essence of Du Fu.
Zhang Jiezi's masterpieces are hidden deep inside. Needless to say, the eight-legged essay is also excellent -
Looking at the two North Korean envoys, they were full of praise and admiration. Xu Yun, who was originally full of poetry, no longer dared to mention poetry in front of Zhang Yuan, and Zhang Yuan also became quiet. Otherwise, these two North Koreans would recite poems and write poems endlessly.
, he didn’t have so much to think about, so he might as well learn more Korean from Fan Tongshi. Zhang Yuan told Fan Tongshi not to tell Liu Dongming and others about his Korean learning, so that he might be able to hear it when he arrived in Wangjing Seoul.
Something you wouldn't otherwise hear.
After leaving Shanhaiguan, it is obvious that the land is vast and sparsely populated. Only after walking for dozens of miles can you see the settlements and only dozens of households. Cattle, sheep, pigs, donkeys and other livestock can be seen along the way. Poplars, willows,
Trees such as mulberry and jujube are densely intertwined. Inside the pass, the inns are dozens of houses surrounded by low-walled courtyards. Outside the pass, each inn is a small castle with guard sergeants stationed there to provide refuge for residents during wartime.
, these are all war preparation facilities to protect against the Jurchens, but these forts have not encountered war since they were built. According to Zhang Yuan's observation and inquiry, the sergeants in the forts hardly practiced, their guns were rotten, their swords were rusty, and their bows were cracked and their strings were loose.
, the sergeants were busy doing business with the people who came in and out of the castle every day. The officers in the guard station opened shops and asked their soldiers to chop down trees, burn charcoal, and transport it to Beijing to sell. What kind of combat effectiveness does such an army have?
When he passed Guangning Guard on the eighth day of April, Zhang Yuan had a conversation with a Qianhu named Liao who was at the Guangning Guard. Zhang Yuan mentioned that the Jurchens in Jianzhou were ambitious and were a thorn in their side. However, Liao Qianhu was very proud and said confidently:
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. The old slave of Jianzhou can only run rampant among the Jurchen tribes. He is just a chicken and a dog in front of our Ming army. How dare he come to invade our Ming Dynasty? If he dares to come, he can be used as a training ground for my border guards."
His military exploits will ensure that he never comes back."
Zhang Yuan looked at Liao Qianhu's fat body and asked: "When the Jurchens invade, Liao Qianhu thinks your sergeants who are busy doing business dare to fight? Can they fight?"
Liao Qianhu's face sank. If Zhang Yuan hadn't been a sixth-grade Qinggui Ci Lin Guan, Liao Qianhu would have been furious. Wouldn't this have allowed others to make others' ambitions destroy his own prestige? Are you, Zhang Xiuzan, standing with the Jurchens?
Is there anyone who is speaking? He said: "Master Zhang, in the spare time of the humble sergeants training, there may be a few who do business and make profits, but most of them are loyal to the emperor and serve the country and dare to fight. Shanhaiguan is the barrier of the capital, and we in Guangning
The guard is also the barrier of Shanhaiguan. If we dare not fight, how can there be peace in the capital?" He thought to himself: "Besides reading eight-legged essay, what else can you, a scholar, know?" The status of military commanders is low, but military commanders also look down on civilian officials.
You don’t dare to contradict someone in person, but you can always slander someone in your belly.
Zhang Yuan smiled, nodded and said: "It's good if you dare to fight. We and other officials in the capital rely on the protection of border soldiers like Liao Qianhu."
Zhang Yuan was just a passing envoy, not a censor patrolling Liaodong. He had no right to accuse a border general like Liao Qianhu. What is annoying is that people like Liao Qianhu are still full of confidence and speak with lofty words.
They didn't take Nurhaci seriously at all, they were just eager to fight, hoping that Nurhaci would provoke them so that they could trample Hetuala and rob the Jurchens' cattle, sheep and women——
On April 13, Zhang Yuan and his entourage came to Guangning City. The governor of Liaodong, the general of the army, the commanding envoys, and the eunuchs guarding Guangning were all located here. This was a large city in Liaodong, with high walls and 20,000 horse and infantry soldiers.
With more than 100 people, there are farms, grain storage, and horse markets. It can be said that Guangning City is the military and political center of Liaodong——
Although Liu Dongming was anxious to get to Wangjing before the eighth day of May, Zhang Yuan still stayed in Guangning for two days, visiting the commander-in-chief Zhang Chengyin, the commander-in-chief Han Yuanshan, the guard eunuch Lu Huai, and the governor of Liaodong Li Weihan went to Fushun at the beginning of the month
, Zhang Yuan was not able to see him, but the impression given to Zhang Yuan by the two senior generals Zhang Chengyin and Han Yuanshan was that he was extremely disappointed. Zhang Chengyin and Han Yuanshan were the border generals who had direct contact with the Jurchens, and they also held a contemptuous attitude towards Nurhaci.
Thinking that there was nothing to worry about, Zhang Chengyin said that he had 15,000 elite soldiers, equipped with 200 cannons, 2,000 small cannons, and 5,000 blunderbuss. The firepower was so fierce that if the Jianzhou slave chiefs dared to invade, they would be asking for it.
Defeat——
Zhang Chengyin was very courteous to Zhang Yuan. Seeing that Zhang Yuan was interested in border preparations, he took Zhang Yuan to the school field to watch his sergeants drill. He ordered the sergeant to test-fire bird cannons for Zhang Zhuangyuan to watch. Fifty bird cannons were fired in a salvo. Unexpectedly,
Four bombs were exploded on the spot, two of the gunmen were slightly injured, one of the other two sergeants was blinded in one eye, and one lost a finger on his right hand, leaving him with lifelong disabilities——
Zhang Chengyin was greatly embarrassed and said: "This gun is not very well-made and often explodes. The Ministry of War often deducts military pay, which makes the morale of the army weak. After Zhang Xiuzhuan returned to Beijing as an envoy, he hoped to pay more attention to Mr. Wu Ge and the Ministry of War.
Wei Shilang suggested that the Liaodong army cannot be in arrears, and the guns and firearms must be better made."
Zhang Yuan knew that although there were many firearms in the Ming army, they were not powerful and reliable, but these were not fatal weaknesses. The most fatal thing was that the generals of the Ming army were generally arrogant, despised the Jurchens, and did not train troops in a down-to-earth manner.
When rectifying military armaments, once they are defeated by the Jurchens, and fear the enemy like a tiger, they can switch from arrogance to cowardice very quickly——
Zhang Yuandao: "The Ministry of War has newly made flintlock guns. General Zhang can apply to the Ministry of War for replacement." He then asked: "How many soldiers are currently available in the whole town of Liaodong? How many capable warriors are there in Nurhaci?"
Zhang Chengyin said: "There are more than 60,000 soldiers in the whole town of Liaodong, and Nurhaci can only have 50,000 soldiers and horses at most."
Zhang Yuan thought: "Even the Koreans know that Nurhachi has nearly 40,000 armored cavalry alone, but you, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, are ignorant." He asked: "Can these 60,000 soldiers of Liaodong fight?"
Zhang Chengyin hesitated for a moment and replied: "About half of them can fight, and the remaining 30,000 are scattered in various castles and inns serving. These soldiers are enough to protect the slave chiefs. If the slave chiefs dare to use troops against us in Liaodong, the Ministry of War can immediately send troops from other places."
When the border towns are mobilized for reinforcements, I can also recruit troops on the spot. In terms of soldiers, how dare the Jurchens compare with me, the Ming Dynasty? The old slave would be drowned by his saliva. Haha, written by Zhang Xiu, the young general is a rough man, no wonder his language is vulgar.
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Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly. Next year is the day when Zhang Chengyin will die. After the fall of Fushun, Zhang Chengyin led 10,000 troops to rescue him. He was defeated by Daishan and Huang Taiji in Jinshitaijie. Zhang Chengyin died in the battle and the entire army was wiped out. It is said that Hou Jin died in this battle.
Only two pawns were killed, such a one-sided massacre is simply unbelievable!
Although Zhang Chengyin is nearly fifty years old, he has practiced martial arts for many years and is strong and strong. He is very friendly to Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan looked at Zhang Chengyin's smile and sighed in his heart: "My family, how should I save you?" (To be continued) m
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