Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 28 Zhao Wen who came late

Zhu Youjian, the new emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was sitting in the imperial study, rubbing his head while looking at the mountain of memorials on the table.

"Cao Daban, do you think I'm incompetent? It's only been a few months since I took the throne, and the prairie Tartars broke through the defense line of the Great Wall, broke into the pass, and plundered the people." A young man with sparse stubble was sitting at the desk, rubbing his head constantly.

Cao Huachun stood by Zhu Youjian's side. When he heard Zhu Youjian's words, he bowed down and said softly: "Why did your majesty say that? Your majesty is the son of heaven, the lord of all peoples, and he has the protection of heaven. How can you overcome some difficulties? Is it difficult for Your Majesty? It’s just that His Majesty has just ascended the throne and is not yet familiar with government affairs. After His Majesty is familiar with it, all difficulties will disappear.”

The young Zhu Youjian stood up from his chair and walked around in the imperial study.

The night outside the window was as dark as black ink. Zhu Youjian walked to the window, let out a long breath, and said to himself: "Brother Huang, if you hand over the vast land of Ming Dynasty to me, then I will definitely do it for you, Brother Huang and Lieutenants." The ancestors and ancestors guarded the great Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Youjian clasped his hands tightly together, and looked into the distance firmly.

Zhu Youjian still remembers what his elder brother Tianqi Emperor Zhu Youxiao said to him before he died.

"Don't cry, man, why are you crying? Brother, I'm going to meet the ancestors of Daming, and the splendid country of Daming will be in your hands. Come on, stand up, I, the man of the Zhu family, should stand upright My good boy. My younger brother also wants to be like Yao and Shun! My younger brother should be Yao and Shun!"

"My younger brother should be Yao and Shun!" Zhu Youjian recited these words heavily, his eyes bursting out with brilliance.

Zhu Youjian turned around, walked to the desk, rubbed his sore eyes, picked up the brush again, and began to correct the piles of memorials.

Supervisor of Rituals Bingbi Cao Huachun looked at the sky outside and said softly: "My lord, it's three o'clock and it's getting late, please rest as soon as possible."

Zhu Youjian stopped, looked at Cao Huachun, and said: "The emperor handed over the ten thousand miles of country to me, and then I have to guard the ten thousand miles of country for the emperor. If Cao Daban is sleepy, go back and rest first Right. I can still stand it!"

Cao Huachun looked at Zhu Youjian's firm eyes, knowing that he couldn't persuade him, so he stopped talking and stood quietly by Zhu Youjian's side.

The tallow candle in the imperial study room was burning quietly, the flame danced from time to time, making crackling noises, illuminating the imperial study room brightly.

"These damned officials are full of wine bags and rice bags, and they actually let the Tartars enter the Great Wall. I really can't figure out where the millions of taels of silver spent by the imperial court every year are? Why is the Great Wall like paper? It's average!" Zhu Youjian held the brush tightly, and the veins in his hands popped out.

Zhu Youjian looked at the memorial on the table, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. Words such as corrupting thousands of miles, killing countless people, and burning villages appeared endlessly.

Zhu Youjian's head was covered with cold sweat. This was the land that his brother had just handed over to him. It hadn't been a full year, and it had become like this. Zhu Youjian really didn't know how to face the apocalypse.

"Cao Daban, send someone to the Xuanfu, and tell Hou Shilu, the commander-in-chief of the Xuanfu, if I can't drive the tartar out of the Great Wall within seven days, I will take his head." Zhu Youjian said viciously. road.

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Zhao Wen rode on a war horse and walked on the dilapidated official road.

From time to time, people with flustered looks on the side of the road hurried past with their families.

Zhao Wen stopped a middle-aged man leading a little girl, and asked, "Uncle, where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry?"

The middle-aged man turned his head and saw that there were several Ming soldiers in mandarin ducks and war jackets, so he felt relieved and said, "I can't stay near the Xuanfu. I'm going to Datong Capital to join my relatives."

"Why can't we stay? Although there are Tartars coming in, there are nearly [-] troops in Xuanfu Town, Wanquan Left Guard, and Wanquan Right Guard. They should be able to stop these Tartars." Song Hu looked at More and more pedestrians on the road frowned.

The middle-aged man sneered, and said, "Fuck, what kind of bullshit is a hundred thousand troops, all of them shrinking their heads. They only dare to stay in the city, guard those fortified cities, and watch the Tartars looting and killing people outside. , I don’t care at all. Hmph, I won’t tell you any more, I’m leaving.”

The middle-aged man put the little girl on his shoulders and hurried away into the distance.

Zhao Wen looked at the middle-aged man who left quickly, and looked at Song Hu: "Is what he said so serious?"

Song Hu frowned and said, "It's not certain. When the temple master was still there, the Tartars would not dare to enter the Great Wall easily. But now it is not certain. In the first and third years of Tianqi , This has happened before, but it’s not as serious.”

"Huzi, I think it's most likely that those officials have no eggs and go out to fight the Tartars!" Zhao Daniu said contemptuously while sitting on the cart.

Zhao Wen took the reins of the horse and slowly steered the horse forward.

More and more people fled for their lives, and in the end they directly blocked the entire official road.

Zhao Wen looked at the sea-like flow of people, frowned, and stopped by the side of the road.

"It's not good, the Tartars are here! The Tartars are here!"

There was a sudden exclamation at the end of the crowd, and then a burst of intensive hoofbeats came.

"There are tartars!"

Song Hu stood directly on the horseback and looked forward.

I saw a cloud of smoke soaring into the sky, heading towards this direction at high speed.

"About two hundred or so!"

"Run, run, the Tartars have killed people!" The flow of people panicked instantly, and countless people rushed forward.

But the official road is so wide, and there are so many people, how can it be squeezed through?

The official road was instantly blocked by the flow of people, and countless people were squeezed to the ground. Those who fell on the ground covered their heads and howled continuously, hoping that someone could help him up.

However, the people nowadays are like sheep frightened by wolves, they only care about running for their lives, how could they help those who fell on the ground?

Countless pairs of shoes stepped on the person who fell on the ground, and it didn't take long for the person who fell on the ground to lose his breath.

Standing by the side of the road, Zhao Wen looked at the panic-stricken people, and hurriedly shouted, "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, what are you squeezing? Run to the side of the road, run to the side of the road."

But these people turned a deaf ear to Zhao Wen's shouts, and rushed forward on their own.

The flow of people moved slowly forward like a turtle.

"Haha, damn Mingren!"

The Tartars rushed to the back of the crowd. They looked at the people in front of them with ferocious faces, and brandished their scimitars in their hands to kill them.

"Damn it, get out of the way, out of the way!" Zhao Wen wanted to rush to the back of the crowd, but was moved backward by the surging crowd.

"Puff, puff!"

The sound of the scimitar piercing the flesh kept ringing out, and bright red blood was continuously rising into the sky from behind the flow of people.

Zhao Wen looked at the people who kept falling in front of him, his eyes were about to burst, "Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Zhao Wen pulled the reins of the horse, and whipped the horse's back non-stop with the whip in his hand.

However, how could a horse caught in the crowd rush out so easily?

"Hehe, the Ming people are worthless, they are all trash. These Ming people are only worthy of death, and only my descendants are worthy of living in this fertile land. Back then, Genghis Khan and Kublai Khan were too soft-handed Now, the two Khans should kill all these Ming people!" A hundred households chopped off the head of an 80-year-old man with a knife, his face was bloody, and he looked at the crowd in front of him viciously.

"Warriors, today is your carnival. I order that the sword will not be sealed today, warriors. Let me kill!" Baihu took the lead and rushed into the crowd.

For a time, countless people were knocked away by the horses, their muscles and bones were torn.

Zhao Wen saw the people flying out of the front continuously spitting blood, and the whole person became violent in an instant.

"You are useless, there are only more than 200 Tartars, and you have several thousand, why don't you fight them hard? You only know how to run with your heads in your hands? Get out of the way, you eggless people." Zhao Wen finally Unable to bear it anymore, he directly swung the whip in his hand, and slapped the person who was crowded next to his horse fiercely.

The horsewhip shredded the clothes of those people in an instant, leaving a bloodstain on the people's bodies.

Those common people were whipped a few times and hurried to the side to get out of the way.

"Since you are going to die, go!" A 20-year-old strong man rubbed the bloodstains on his shoulders, and looked at Zhao Wen who was rushing back with resentment.

"Da Niu, Hu Zi, hello to the grenade!"

Zhao Wen finally squeezed to the end of the flow of people. He looked at the Tartars who were wantonly slaughtering the people, roared, and then directly took out a grenade from a pocket on the horse's back, pulled the fuze, and shot at the people not far away. Throw it away.

"Oh!"

A deafening explosion sounded suddenly, and those Tartars who were cutting down the civilians were startled by the loud noise and stopped.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Zhao Daniu and Song Hu also threw out the grenades in their hands and flew into the army formation of the Tartars.

"Bang bang bang!"

Explosions sounded one after another, and for a while, seven or eight Tartars fell on their backs.

"You Ming army!" Tartar Baihu withdrew his scimitar, put his body on the horse's back, and looked at Zhao Wen and others vigilantly.

"There are only three of them, go up and kill them all." After watching for a long time, they realized that there were only three of Zhao Wen and others, so they raised their voices and said viciously.

"A group of dogs who only know how to bully the old and the weak. Today, your grandpa Zhao will let you experience what despair is."

Zhao Wen picked up the 40 guns loaded with warheads from his horseback, aimed at the Tartars, and directly pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh!"

An orange-red tail flame flew towards the tartar.

"No, it's the Ming army in those beacons!" The Tartar hundred households looked at the flying rockets, their pupils shrunk, and their faces were full of fear.

The scene of attacking Fengsui before was firmly imprinted in his mind. At this moment, when he saw the orange flame again, he was instantly terrified.

The rocket flew into the Tartar army formation and exploded directly. A bright flame directly enveloped four or five Tartars around the rocket.

For a moment, four or five Tartars were turned into pieces, and seven or eight Tartars fell off the horse.

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