eldest son of Ming dynasty

Chapter 215 Battlefield ([-] words)

"Butang, how are you going to lure the enemy?"

Governor officials like Yang Yiqing rarely visited Lingzhou City in person, and now this medium-sized border city has become overcrowded due to the influx of tens of thousands of soldiers and horses.

Guyuan soldiers who came from afar filled every corner of the city. On the city wall were bows and crossbows ready to be fired, and under the city wall were soldiers patrolling in formation. In a few hours, he would climb the city wall to inspect, and some lazy soldiers were punished by him on the spot.

The Tatars were just outside the city, maybe fifty miles, maybe eighty miles, as long as they relaxed a little, the enemy might appear.

But for Yang Yiqing at this time, what he was most worried about was not the enemy coming, but the enemy not coming.

"It's smoking again!"

The main force of the Ming army was stationed in Lingzhou, and the Tatars had already retreated, but warnings kept coming from all over the place, and several small forts had been destroyed by the attacks of the Tatars.

The main general of the Ming army was in a hurry, and people called for battle every day.

But Yang Yiqing seems to have been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, until he received a letter, this attitude began to change.

"Zhang Lun! Cao Sheng!" Yang Yiqing's beard became more gray, but he finally started to move, and he was no longer as silent as before. "I order you two to lead Hengshan Guard and Guyuan Right Guard to support Qianniu Castle."

Qi Chengtun and Ningxia Commander-in-Chief didn't understand, "The department hall is dangerous in the wild. Once Hengshan Guard and Gu Yuan You Guard meet Tatars, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"Don't I know? But you have all seen the imperial decree!" Yang Yiqing's face has as many wrinkles as his wisdom, and his eyes have always been firm and powerful. Sitting there makes people feel that something has happened and they are looking for him. Maybe there is hope, "Your Majesty and the imperial court are waiting for a victory in the northwest. We are inferior to others in defeating us, but no one dares to open the city gates to meet the enemy. Who of you can bear the crime of 'staying and not entering'?" rise?"

Qi Chengtun persuaded: "Ministry, the imperial court will not blame you. His Majesty knows the situation here, so he sent Yang Shangyi here!"

"Yang Shangyi came here, if we don't do anything, then his trip will be in vain."

Because Huozhai took the people away and everyone was riding horses, so they would definitely be able to catch up with them for no reason.

"Needless to say, Qianniu Castle must be saved, do you know who is in Qianniu Castle?!"

When Yang Yiqing said this, the meaning of what he said was here.Qi Chengsui thought about it for a while, and said to himself, "A military academy student from a noble background?!"

If this is the case, Qianniubao is really saved, whether it can be saved or not is another matter, but you must take action, otherwise Xungui will definitely stab the emperor to the emperor in the future.

What to say, Yang Yiqing, the governor of the three sides of the northwest, was sitting on an elite army and strong generals. As a result, one soldier was sent out and one battle was not fought, and he watched the Tatars on the land of Ming Dynasty as if they had entered a land of no one.

If so, how would Yang Yiqing defend himself in front of the emperor?
So this battle is also a political battle for Yang Yiqing.

"Zhang Lun, Cao Sheng!" Yang Yiqing specifically explained before they took the order, "Make sure every soldier in the Hengshan Guard and Guyuan Guard understands that there is nothing else other than breaking the boat and rescuing Changxing Bo in Qianniu Fort. Any way out."

At the end, Yang Yiqing added, "We are all like this."

In this way, neither Cao Xiong nor Qi Chengsui dared to express their objections anymore, so Changxing Bo would not come to them?

But after all, Yang Butang has great powers. Like Xungui who is in the frontier as a military academy, all of them must strictly keep their identities secret. This is the order of the current emperor himself.

How did Yang Butang know?
Qi Chengsui raised his eyes and saw that Yang Yiqing burned the note he had read on the candle, and his curiosity made him want to know what was written on it.

But he didn't dare to ask, he was still afraid of Yang Yiqing.

Two guards with 1 people...Yang Yiqing's approach is to use the lives of these people to protect his own.Who is not afraid of such a ruthless person?
Fortunately, Feng Lun and Cao Sheng were Yang Yiqing's gradual promotion over the years. Even though Yang Butang's orders were unreliable, they still ordered troops to go out.

Not long after leaving Lingzhou City, there was a gray and yellow sky and land. There were few villages in these places, and even if there were, they were slaughtered by the Tatars.

So as soon as they left the city, Zhang and Cao felt like they were driving in a vast desert.

But in Qianniubao, everything is different from when the Tatars first conquered the border.

The garrison general He Yanheng was not as calm as before, with blood-colored cloth strips tied around his arms, and the armor in front of him was tattered, almost half of it remained.

His hair was disheveled, his lips were deeply chapped, and his cheeks were flushed with frostbite.

The Tatars passed by him twice, once to kill them, and once to convulse their souls. Now there are only a few hundred wounded soldiers left in the Qianniu Castle. They all stood guard, if not, how could a small fort with thousands of people hold back tens of thousands of troops?
Yu Zizai's thigh was slashed, and now he can't move anymore, he can only lean against the city wall, and there are corpses around him, some of his own and some of his enemies.

The ten-year-old boy named Twelve Lang was in the best condition that day. Although his lips were also very chapped, and even the chilblains on his hands were bleeding, he had no external injuries, and he was really lucky.

"Here comes the water, it's hot."

Twelve Lang was wearing a torn glove, with eight out of ten fingers exposed, and four of them were frostbitten, but he still ran errands back and forth to work.

"Give it to Lao He first."

But as soon as Twelve Lang raised his head, He Yanheng waved his hand slightly, "Are you a warrior? You are still acting like a woman at this moment! It really makes people feel uncomfortable!"

Yu Zizai chuckled, didn't care about his bad words at all, looked up to the sky after taking a sip of water, and muttered, "...I don't know when you are sick, I don't know when you will die, you can't support each other in life, you can't die Caress you to mourn, but don't hold back your coffin, and don't come to your cave."

He Yanheng didn't understand a word after listening for a long time, wiped his mouth and sprayed: "What bird language are you talking about?"

""Worship of the Twelve Langs"." Yu Zizai looked at the young boy in front of him, "Twelve Langs, who called you this name first?"

"A poor scholar. He picked me up and called me Twelve Lang."

"It seems that I like Han Yu's articles. You don't have a last name yet, do you?"

The little boy shook his head. Although his face was dirty, his eyes were actually very bright.

"It's better to be surnamed Han, Han Twelve Lang!"

"Han Twelve Lang?" The young man said to himself once, but shook his head, "It's not good, not aggressive enough. Han Twelve Lang, it's like calling Twelve Lang, I'm annoying to call me."

Yu Zizai choked.It made He Yanheng laugh out loud.

But just in the middle of the laughter, a lame soldier suddenly came over and reported: "General! The Tatars are back!"

"What did you say?!" He Yanheng kicked those who fell asleep nearby, "Get up, the Tartars are attacking the fort!"

"It shouldn't be..." Yu Zizai turned around with difficulty, opened a small hole left by the battle on the city wall and looked down. Far, far away, there was indeed a black column of Tatar cavalry. Array.At that scene, as long as there is an order, they will come from the earth like a tide, "The Tatars only want to plunder, and never attack a strong city. The Qianniu Castle has been defended twice, and it is a poor castle. How could it be?" ?”

Twelve Lang drew out his knife, he still had strength, and he could fight again, "The tartars are not human, they just want to kill people."

"No." Yu Zizai couldn't be persuaded by this reason, "Twelve Lang, I will teach you a trick. In war, the most important thing is brains, not knives. If you use your brains correctly, you can kill without a knife."

Twelve Lang looked at him suspiciously, "Really? Can you kill someone without a knife?"

"Soldiers, deceitful way. What is deceitful way? It is to use the brain to deceive the enemy!"

"Then you, try to lie to them?"

"Old He! Old He!! Twelve Lang, go and call him over!"

There was a clattering sound on the city wall, three or two disabled soldiers stood up with their guns supporting their bodies, and He Yanheng went to call for people, but in fact, there were not many of them.

Twelve Lang followed what Yu Zizai said, and rushed over quickly to pull him over.

"If you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go!"

Yu Zizai half-supported his body, his thigh was injured, and he couldn't stand up at all, "Old He, there are not many soldiers in Qianniubao who can fight again! Now you order all the corpses to sit up, wear Put on your hat, hide your face a little, all lined up by the city wall!"

"What use is a dead man?"

"The Tatars will not attack the stronghold. We have defended it twice. As long as the wall is still full of soldiers, they will hesitate and may not fight!"

He Yanheng is a frontier guard, of course he also understands the Tatars, but he has never tried this method.

"Anyway, it's a desperate situation, just try it."

With such a sentence, Twelve Lang volunteered to work.

Outside Qianniu Fort, there is a curved salt river bypassing, along the river there will be some land with rich water and grass, and Huosie is temporarily grazing here.

According to historical records, Huo Sha was a red-faced, brave man who was brave and unsurpassed in martial arts. His army was an important force for Dayan Khan to rule Mongolia.

Chen Rui, Pingjiang Bo, who is now staying in the capital, was recorded as saying: Pingjiang does not drink hot wine, and is afraid of fire.

So Huozhai is quite courageous and smart. Yang Yiqing really led his troops to come and he just left without dragging his feet. If he didn't understand the situation, why didn't he leave?

"Is the news accurate? There really is a Great Ming Changxing Bo in this small Qianniu Fortress?"

"It should be accurate. The man surnamed Yang has sent two cronies to Qianniu Castle."

"Hahaha."

……

In the tent, everyone laughed, "How dare you go out of the city! Just take this opportunity to let them know the strength of the warriors of Meng Guolejin!"

The fire sieve used a small blade to spin off a piece of meat from the roasted leg of lamb in front of him. Everyone in the tent laughed, but he didn't. After eating the meat, he licked the edge of the knife with his tongue, "This Yang Yiqing, is it The governor of the three sides appointed by the Ming prince. There has been news from Da Khan that the Ming prince is insidious and cunning, so he will never send an idiot here. I guess he wants to play with us again, saying that soldiers are cunning."

"The leader means...these two guards are just bait, there may be an ambush?"

Huozhai asked: "Aside from luring, do they have any other means? Regardless of those two troops, take down Qianniubao first, regardless of whether there are Ming nobles in it, we will be profitable if we take down it."

"Okay! Listen to the leader!"

But it was not a coincidence, when the gang of them clamored to start a war, a big soldier came outside, and knelt down against the fire sieve,
"Boss! It seems that reinforcements have arrived in Qianniu Castle, and the whole city is crowded!"

"Impossible!" A broad-shouldered man with a thick face immediately stood up and denied it. He slapped the table, "My warriors have fought Qianniubao twice. Half a day's work!"

He still thought in his heart, if the fire sieve didn't stop him from beating him, there would be no such thing as Qianniubao now.

Huozie glanced at the big man, "Didn't you say that the reinforcements just left Lingzhou City?"

Another older man muttered: "Could it be that we have slipped into Qianniu Fort while we were not paying attention? With Uncle Changxing inside, it is possible for the Ming army to try their best to send reinforcements to Qianniu Fort. Didn't the Han people call it...Mingxiu...Mingxiu Dao, Smuggling Chen Cai?"

"Ming repaired the plank road and kept Chencang secretly!" Huozhai really convinced his group of people, those who have no brains are really no brains, and those who have brains still pretend to be brains, "If you think about it this way, it is indeed like the way of the Han people."

"That's all they have left." The savage man continued to plead, "Boss, let me fight the Qianniu Fort again. No matter how many reinforcements come, the warriors and I will definitely contribute the Qianniu Fort to the leader!"

"Don't be impatient, Tu Kemeng, the lives of every warrior in Mengolezin are precious, and you can't sacrifice them at will." Huozie rubbed the edge of the sharp dagger with the belly of his thumb, narrowed his eyes and said: "The Han people, in the final analysis, are just deceiving people. Isn't he going to defend the Qianniu Fort? Then we will surround the Qianniu Fort and see what he wants."

Huozhai is still prudent in fighting, they are here to fight the autumn wind, to enrich themselves, they just want some money and things, not to fight desperately with the Ming army.

But the older man also reminded him, "Leader, we can't stay here for too long, the harvest this time is not enough."

"I know." Huozhai tapped his head with a dagger, "That Yang Yiqing, if we keep sending reinforcements out of the city, we'll go to Weiling Prefecture, take them around, turn them into a daze, and defeat them with minimal losses. !"

This is a way of thinking.

But Huozhai didn't know that in the small Qianniu Castle, a young man named Twelve Lang was completely stunned, "Beilu, the siege has really stopped!"

Yu Zizai seldom smiled. The winter sun shone on his face with a different kind of radiance. Twelve Lang felt that this person was really different from others.

"Want to learn?"

"Can I learn?" Twelve Lang's heart was thumping.

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with it. Besides, there is a more perfect place to study than the Jingshi Military Academy. Yu Zizai grinned with pale lips, and pointed forward, "It is the battlefield. "

　This chapter is for today, 4 words.The grandmother at home was also infected, and passed away at 35:[-] in the morning. I took all the time to write [-] characters. I really don’t have enough time, sorry.

　　
　
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