Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 523 Civil Fortress (Part [-])
After He Jinchao and others left Nanxiang Bo Zhang Guangcan's manor, they marched along the upper reaches of the Lugou River and took the Shijingshan line.

The soldiers around the capital of the Ming court were transferred by Chongzhen to the south to encircle and suppress the high trespassers. On the contrary, the way north was very safe.

Now He Jinchao and others have turned into the "official army" supporting the Datong Mansion and encircling and suppressing the Shanxi hammer bandits.

Official history records that Li Zicheng's route to Beijing was from Taiyuan, Ningwu, Datong, Yanghe, Xuanhua, Juyongguan and finally to Beijing.

Now He Jinzhao is starting from Beijing and passing through Juyongguan.

I have to say that the roads near Beijing are very wide. The only drawback is that when a gust of wind blows, the yellow dust rolled up on the road is more than ten feet high, which is very frightening.

But at this time, it was as if entering the desert and suddenly a sandstorm blew up.

When you open your mouth to speak, there is a mouthful of sand.

As a result, He Jinzhao first heard the sound of camel bells, and then saw many camels appearing in Huangchen.

The pack refers to the thorn basket or cloth bag on the saddle.

This is the business of using camels to carry goods, known as camel travel.

When He Jinchao went up to inquire, he said that their pack trips were specially for the royal service.

As for whether to give it to the emperor or other people, that is beyond your control.

In short, we men are not afraid of you dog officers and soldiers.

Camels carried sacks or wicker baskets containing lime, coal, wood, and other bulky goods.

According to Nanxiang Bo Zhang Guangcan, other bulky goods included things that the imperial court had embargoed outside the Great Wall.

Then there are some unremarkable coal trucks, all brought from Xishan, Beijing. People at that time said that Xishan coal is the most precious treasure of the capital, inexhaustible and the most convenient.

He Jinzhao and others followed these caravans, even if they passed them, most of them just cursed and let them eat dust.

After the post stations along the way were abandoned, they all became privately owned to receive these merchant porters.

The general soldiers of Juyongguan also went south along the way, and when He Jinchao and others passed the pass, these soldiers were meaningless.

They stood on the city wall, looked at the officers and soldiers going away, and joked that this group of unlucky guys were sent to Datong, Shanxi again.

Gao Yingxiang looked back at the officers and soldiers on the city wall, and shook his head. This group of people is probably useless.

They just hope that their side will leave quickly, and don't delay their collection of tolls from the caravan.

When He Jinzhao got out of Juyongguan smoothly, he couldn't help but look back, these city guards only accepted money, and they didn't use any passing tickets.

Uncle Nanxiang, Zhang Guangcan, gave up completely. He didn't understand why the gang of thieves in front of him had to take him with him.

Especially when the imperial army was being played around by the rebel in front of him, all the soldiers along the way went south, but this group of rebels went north.

Zhang Guangcan felt that he had no hope of escape.

"This good man, I still don't know your name."

After leaving Juyongguan, He Jinzhao had no intention of hiding it anymore.

"My humble congratulations to Jinzhao."

Zhang Guangcan raised his eyebrows slightly. The name He Jinzhao was a little familiar, and he had vaguely heard of it.

He read the names on both sides, and immediately shouted: "He Jinzhao, the leader of the hammer bandit! Yes, you are him?"

Zhang Guangcan's face was pale.

This is a killer!

He wouldn't pull me to mine in Shanxi, would he?
Chongzhen only knew a little about He Jinzhao's affairs, but most of these nobles had heard of He Jinzhao's achievements through businessmen.

Especially for King Jin's methods were extremely severe, instead of killing him, he was going to be humiliated, sent him to mine, and rewarded dozens of his wives and concubines to his subordinates.

Uncle Nanxiang Zhang Guangcan shuddered all over his body, but then he felt relieved.

He is the most capable fighter in the Shaanxi uprising army, and now he and Gao Yingxiang teamed up to fight into the imperial city.

It doesn't seem so abrupt.

Zhang Guangcan then thought that His Majesty must not know the truth of the matter.

Poor Chongzhen is being played in the palm of his hands!

Wait, I still think about my future days.

The three forts in northern Beijing are Yulin Fort, Tumu Fort and Jimingyi.

He Jinchao and the others arrived at the territory of Huaiqing Youwei and Huailaiwei.

When the guard soldiers inside saw the soldiers and horses coming, they all cursed, wasting their feelings.

They only get excited when the camel caravan arrives.

He Jinzhao reined in the reins and looked at the civil fortress in the distance.

The civil fort looks like a ship, but it is not big.

"How about going in and resting?"

He Jinchao nodded. Now that it's getting dark, he needs to find a place to rest. Since he's here, he should just go in.

At this time, the haze of war was gone in the civil castle, since Yingzong returned from studying abroad and came back to power.

He built the Xianzhong Shrine in it to worship and praise the twenty or thirty Ming generals who died in the civil war.

With an army of 20, more than half of the officers and soldiers lost are not worthy of sacrifice.

After He Jinchao went in, he also visited the rather majestic ancestral hall. Several halls immediately occupied the vast area of ​​the civil castle.

It was originally a small fort, and things were built, and the military role was immediately receded.

The official titles and names of the ministers who died were engraved on the inscriptions, and the hall was a little dilapidated, as if no one had come to worship for many years.

He Jinzhao looked at the main hall in the middle, there were really many spider webs.

"My ancestor also died in this catastrophe." Zhang Guangcan saw his ancestor's inscription and hurriedly bowed.

"The watershed between prosperity and decline of the Ming Dynasty." He Jinzhao looked at the inscriptions in the courtyard with a knife on his waist.

Zhang Guangcan nodded in agreement, he had never suffered such a disastrous defeat against the Hu people, all the armor and weapons were obtained by the Hu people, and more than [-] mules and horses were all cheap for Oala.

Daming fell in battle, and Wala was full.

"King He, I just want to ask, will you kill me?"

"Is there anything you are good at?"

Hearing He Jinzhao's question, Zhang Guangcan thought about it seriously, and he was the best at eating, drinking and having fun.

But this kind of words, designated can not say, as for other skills he is good at, he has not thought of it for a while.

Or he really has no other skills, he was not trained as an heir in the first place.

Zhang Guangcan wasn't even a son of the legitimate son. The big family raised the offspring, and most of the resources were devoted to the descendants of the son of the legitimate son.

The rest of the heirs can just eat, drink and have fun.

They don't need to make any new achievements, they just need to pass on the title.

He Jinzhao looked at him suspiciously: "Don't tell me that you probably don't have anything good at it except eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and you have inherited the title anyway."

Zhang Guangcan chuckled: "To be honest, if my elder brother hadn't died of illness, this title would not have been my turn."

"Uncle Nanxiang, do you want to be Lord Marquis?"

"Then who wouldn't want that!"

"Being Daming's uncle is meaningless. Follow me to rebel. If you behave well, you will have a chance to become a marquis in the future."

He Jinzhao pointed to the inscription on Zhang Guangzhao's ancestor: "Your ancestor died in battle, and he didn't earn a title for his descendants, so it can be seen that death in battle is still a small amount.

Besides, look at how we can get into Beijing and come out safe and sound.

Maybe the next time I enter the city of Beijing, I will be able to chop off the dog emperor's head.

When the Ming Dynasty perishes, can your nobles still be enshrined for generations?
Finding a way out early is what you should consider. "

(End of this chapter)