In Peiping, the north wind blows and the white grass on the ground folds, and the wind blows and the red flag does not turn over due to the freezing cold.
This former capital of the Yuan Dynasty has been transformed into the base camp for the Ming army's continuous northern expedition to the grasslands.
Its former liberator, now the commander-in-chief of the Northern Expedition, Xu Da, is wearing cold armor, standing silently on the top of the city, looking at the gloomy and snowy north.
Suddenly, several fast horses broke through the chaotic curtain of wind and snow and galloped towards the top of Beiping City.
The hundreds of soldiers on the city head hung up their bowstrings silently, preparing for the possible battle.
The Ming army cavalry scattered outside the city quickly stepped forward to conduct an investigation. After discovering that the visitors were their own scouts, they allowed them to enter the city.
After a while, Qianhu, a private soldier, led two veteran scouts up to the city gate tower.
"General, the scouts sent to Mobei are back."
"Well, get up." Xu Da nodded slowly, looked at the two scouts with frostbite on their faces and hands, and said warmly: "Thank you for your hard work."
"Hey, it's not hard." The joy of meeting the general made the two scouts forget about their pain and fatigue, and they could only grin.
"How's it going? Have you found any definite information?"
"Yes." The scout leader hurriedly hissed and reported: "The humble man disguised himself as a fur trader and went deep into the Tatar's yamen in Harana Sea. He found out that Wang Baobao did indeed die in August. The person taking over the power now is his younger brother Tuoyin.
Timur just kept his mourning secret in order to continue to take advantage of his reputation.
"We also found evidence that all of Wang Baobao's wives and concubines committed suicide, and they should have been buried for him according to Mongolian customs. Based on the burial place of his wives and concubines, we found Wang Baobao's cemetery on the shores of the Harana Sea.
"Although there is no tombstone, it is indeed a new tomb regulated by the Mongolian princes. We managed to enter the tomb passage and stamped the epitaph." The scout leader said, took out a copper cylinder from his arms, opened it and presented it
Extension pages.
Xu Da had been fighting with the Mongols for half his life and was already proficient in Mongolian characters. After carefully reading the epitaph, he sighed and ordered: "Set up an offering table. I want to pay homage to my mortal enemy."
"General!" Duke of Zheng Chang Mao, Marquis of Changxing Geng Bingwen and others were surprised when they heard this: "Are you sure Wang Baobao is really dead?"
"OK." Xu Da nodded.
"Great, now even Wang Baobao is dead!" Young Chang Mao cheered. "Hu Yuan is really dead!"
With a shout from here, the news of Wang Baobao's death quickly spread throughout the city of Peiping. The soldiers, who were still expressionless from the cold, immediately cheered happily.
"Wang Baobao is dead, and Hu Yuan is dead!"
"Wang Baobao is dead, and Hu Yuan is dead!"
There was no smile on Xu Da's face, not even a relaxed expression.
After the soldiers had set up the altar table and the sacrifices, he personally served incense and wine to pay homage to the Mongolian man who had brought him the only defeat in his life.
Although he is a life-and-death enemy. But no matter what, this person can fight with him to win or lose, and single-handedly protect the Hu Yuan court; Boss Zhu has surrendered seven times but failed to return.
, are all worthy of respect.
"I wanted to capture you alive to avenge my lifelong shame." Xu Da poured a glass of wine towards the Harana Sea in the north and said with infinite sadness: "It's a pity that you didn't give me this chance. You will make me regret it for the rest of my life.
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After saying that, he smashed the wine glass into pieces, turned around and walked down the city.
Chang Mao, Geng Bingwen and other generals quickly followed.
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When he returned to the General's Mansion, Chang Mao still asked persistently: "General, when will our army set off?"
The other generals were also looking forward to Xu Da. After receiving the news of Wang Baobao's death after the fall, they seized the time to prepare their troops and hold back their energy, waiting to go straight to Huanglong with the general to fight the last step to eliminate Hu Yuan.
Fighting.
This ever-victorious army, full of ambitions to make great achievements and make a wife and son, paid no attention to the harsh climate. They once set out to conquer the grasslands in the first month and caught the Mongols by surprise...
Xu Da did not speak immediately. He handed the helmet and cloak to the soldiers, walked to the burning charcoal basin, and burned himself by the fire to calm himself down.
Orange flames danced in his eyes, but his expression remained as calm as autumn water.
"General..." Chang Mao couldn't help but call out again.
"Old Geng, tell them the truth." Xu Da turned his back to the generals and ordered slowly.
"Yes." Changxing Marquis Geng Bingwen nodded and said to the generals in a heavy voice:
"The Tongzhou warehouse reported that so far, less than 30% of the food and military supplies needed for the army's departure have been put into the warehouse. If the general had not been vigorously planting cotton in Yanyun in recent years, the soldiers would not even have enough food and clothing.
It’s going to be a problem.”
"What?!" The generals were shocked when they heard this.
They have heard that it is unfavorable for local governments to transport military supplies this year. But they all feel that as in the past, the general will take care of everything.
But I didn’t expect that it was almost the twelfth lunar month, and only one-third of the supplies were in place!
Don’t even think about supplies being sent to the front line during the twelfth lunar month and the first lunar month...
"Are those local officials crazy?" Chang Mao said angrily: "If they delay the military plane, aren't they afraid that the emperor will kill them?"
"They all have various reasons. Floods, droughts, and locust plagues have damaged the harvest, the canal is blocked and water transportation has been blocked, shipping has encountered rough waves, and ships have capsized..." Geng Bingwen said depressedly:
"I have already written an apology form to Zhongshu Sheng. But there are too many prefectures and counties that have been delayed this year, and the emperor cannot punish them all. In the end, it is just a matter of dealing with a few unlucky guys with no background."
"What's the point of killing them all? If we don't take advantage of Wang Baobao's death and the chaos in Beiyuan's people, we can wipe them out in one fell swoop. When they calm down, no one can be found if we try to find them for a decisive battle!" Chang
Mao and other young generals were so anxious that they beat their chests and stamped their feet, as if they had been robbed of their wives.
The senior generals Tang Shengzong, Marquis of Yan'an, and Lu Zhongheng, Marquis of Ji'an, were not so excited.
Because they know the reasons for this situation very well.
Even happy to see it work...
This is revenge from South Korea and Huaixi.
The Korean father-in-law and the old Huaixi brothers contributed money and effort, and used their own money to build a magnificent Zhongdu City for you, Boss Zhu.
It's a good thing for you, Boss Zhu, because for a trivial matter, you won't move the capital even if you say you won't!
You have preserved your reputation, but where do you put the face of Mr. Han and us in Huaixi?
Not to mention, Boss Zhu later asked Han Yike, a cruel official, to set off a big prison in Fengyang.
Every family has children, relatives and slaves who were arrested. Those who surrendered their fields surrendered their fields, those who lost money paid compensation, and those who were tortured were in a state of ecstasy.
So I'm sorry, let us in Huaixi continue to lose money and make a profit like before, and put your boss Zhu's great cause first in everything. Sorry, we can't do it anymore.
You see, we in Huaixi are in such a situation when we give up our choices.
