The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 155: Advancing into Yan'an

Yang He sat behind the desk with an ashen face.

"Haha, Mr. Yang, I wonder if the disaster funds the emperor raised for you in the past are still enough for you to assemble a decent team."

Inspector Wu Di pointed at Yang He's nose. This Yang He was simply harming the country and the people. During the few months he came to suppress the bandits in northern Shaanxi, not only was the banditry not solved, but the bandits became bigger and bigger.

At present, Yang He mobilized a large number of soldiers and horses to surround and suppress the Stove King, but he returned with a great defeat. Dusi Aimu was missing, and the commander-in-chief Du Wenhuan was missing. Thousands of people were killed, wounded and captured.

When had the Ming Dynasty ever suffered such a defeat? It was still defeated at the hands of rogue bandits!

Wu Gang put his hand on his right shoulder and said loudly: "Governor Yang, I have fully informed the Holy Lord about this matter and what I have seen and heard in northern Shaanxi."

"Eight hundred miles has been expedited. It will only take five days at most before you appear in front of the Holy Master."

"However, the Holy Emperor has given you still time. I hope you can take down the Stove King within the stipulated time, which can be regarded as making up for your mistakes."

Wu Di sneered, those who harm the country and the people should go to jail directly! Now he is still sitting in the government office openly.

As a royal censor, he has always been upright and upright, and he went up to the table many times to confront the eunuchs. In history, "it was because of his disobedience to Wei Zhongxian that he was stripped of his status in February of the seventh year."

Yang He was also impeached and dismissed by him.

History is inevitable to a certain extent.

"I don't have to worry about this," Yang He said twitching. He closed his eyes in a bit of pain. He was defeated, and he was defeated.

The powerful generals and the 1,500 cavalrymen for whom he had high hopes failed to play their intended role.

Is the Kitchen King really that difficult to deal with?

He, Yang He, is going to be trapped here, and there is no chance of him getting over it again.

The thought of suicide suddenly came to his mind.

But it was quickly rejected by him and he didn't dare.

In history, Yang He was arrested and imprisoned and sentenced to exile in Yuanzhou.

He died in Yuanzhou on September 11th, the eighth year of Chongzhen.

"Humph."

Wu Yan snorted coldly, then waved his sleeves and left.

Watching Wu Yan leave, Yang He slowly sat up straight and said, "Hong Shenzheng, is there any news about Du Zongbing and Ai Dusi?"

"No, I think he died or surrendered."

Hong Chengchou cupped his hands and said, "Governor, the main reason for this failure is that those two people did not intercept the reinforcements."

"The head of Yanchang City is almost captured by our army. It will only take an hour at most to break into Yanchang and capture the city. Unexpectedly, the enemy's cavalry rushes in."

"The thieves and cavalry are extraordinary," Hong Chengchou's eyes flashed. Thinking of those cavalry, Hong Chengchou was surprised that the opponent's cavalry was so powerful.

Their cavalry was defeated in a very short time.

Hong Chengchou did not say that this was actually part of the reason for the defeat.

If their cavalry could persist for a while, the final result would definitely be different.

Hong Chengchou told the story. If he failed, he would lose. Talking more would be an excuse.

Yang He sighed, "Who is the Kitchen King? He is so powerful."

"Although those 1,500 cavalry are not as good as the anti-Liao cavalry, they are still extraordinary soldiers. Facing the Kitchen King's troops, they were defeated."

"Hong Shenzheng, do you think I still have a chance of winning against the Kitchen King?"

Yang He asked with dull eyes. At present, the Yan'an official who knows the most about military affairs is Hong Chengchou. He really has no one to ask him.

Hong Chengchou looked at Yang He and saw that the situation was over. He said without hesitation: "Even if I give everything I have, I still have less than a 10% chance of winning."

"Less than 10%."

Yang He's straight waist became limp again.

Even Hong Chengchou, who had the most military talent, believed that his winning rate was less than 10%.

"The defeat is certain."

Yang He closed his eyes, looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Appointed, Yang Lichao appointed Hongli as the regiment commander, Yang Lichao commanded two thousand cavalry, Zhao Shitong was the commander of his cavalry battalion, Wang Wu, Wang Long, Zhang Gou and Wang Jiachang were the company commanders, and Zhang Heizi was the commander of the reconnaissance company."

"Thank you, Kitchen King."

Everyone knelt down one after another, all with excitement on their faces.

Only half a year has passed and we have already reached this point.

According to Liu Zhenhua's general statement, the regiment commander is almost equivalent to a fifth-grade official, and the company commander is equivalent to a sixth-grade official.

This is the fifth and sixth rank, almost an official position that can only be obtained by talented people.

"Aimu, Du Wenhuan, is the company commander."

"Thank you Kitchen King!"

The two of them were stunned. They also understood what the official position of a company commander was.

They did not expect that Liu Zhenhua would let them directly become company commanders.

For a moment, a feeling of gratitude surged through my heart.

"Tomorrow we will organize our army and advance towards Yan'an!"

Although Yanchuan's current wall height and defense are almost equivalent to those of Yan'an Prefecture, Yanchuan cannot be compared with Yan'an in terms of population, city size and strategic position.

Liu Zhenhua wants to continue to expand and swallow up all of northern Shaanxi and Shaanxi, and Yan'an is an obstacle that cannot be bypassed.

"Yes!"

Everyone shouted excitedly.

Especially Ai Mu and Du Wenhuan, they watched the Kitchen King conjure up the food with their own eyes during this period, especially the Kitchen King conjuring up a large number of heavenly weapons and weapons that were tougher than any weapons they knew.

The two of them were deeply shocked.

This is a shame.

They also learned that even the horses were indeed conjured by the Kitchen King.

Kitchen King, Kitchen King, what a Kitchen King.

No wonder they keep failing, it turns out they have been fighting people like this.

The team still had scouts in front, followed by cavalry, followed by a huge infantry team.

It's just that this time Liu Zhenhua brought dry food with him when traveling. With tens of thousands of troops traveling, Liu Zhenhua's Heavenly Soldiers meal could only feed three thousand people.

Fortunately, Yan'an is not far away, and everyone only needs to carry five or six kilograms of dried sweet potatoes, which is enough for the march.

No one complained. Dried sweet potatoes were already a good food for the militiamen and rural warriors, although they were somewhat tired of eating sweet potatoes.

But it is much better than enduring hunger. The most important thing is that there is a war to fight.

The current team of Kitchen King is somewhat like the Qin Dynasty in its pioneering period, ranging from officials and nobles to ordinary people.

They are all eagerly looking forward to a war, because after the war they will all gain huge benefits.

But later on, because of this system, the Qin Dynasty gradually collapsed.

But Liu Zhenhua would not. The main reason for the collapse of the system in the late Qin Dynasty was that there were no wars and the people could not get the benefits. But Liu Zhenhua is different. First, Liu Zhenhua will always have wars to fight in his life, at least. The earth is so big, Liu Zhenhua can even fight to the North and South Poles.

Secondly, there is always something new on Liu Zhenhua's side. Xiangyong aspires to become militiamen, and militiamen aspire to become heavenly soldiers. Heavenly soldiers must ensure that they will not become common people again.

A virtuous cycle is the key to the long-term sustainability of a system.

On the extended road to Yan'an, wherever he passed, villagers lined the road to welcome him.

Because although these villages are under the jurisdiction of towns and villages under Yan'an Prefecture on the map, in fact Yan'an has abandoned these places long ago, and the glory of the Kitchen King has shone in this place for a long time.

Aimu and Du Wenhuan became more and more silent as they watched. Their soldiers passing by had never been treated like this before.

"The art of change is one, and the way to control people is the other."

Both of them were sighing with emotion, but thinking about it, there is such a magical ability, which common people would not surrender after seeing it.

How could such a large army hide its presence from the people in Yan'an?

The people of Yan'an have long been excited.

"The Kitchen King is here. If there's a fight, wouldn't we be able to help the Kitchen King take Yan'an!"

There are people talking in the streets and alleys.

"Haha, how can we, a group of ordinary people, help the Stove King?"

"Why can't we help? We should cooperate inside and outside. We also have weapons."

"If the Kitchen King loses, wouldn't we be treated as rebels and beheaded?"

Someone asked with a worried look.

"How could the Kitchen King lose? Let me tell you a secret," the man said with a mysterious face, "Actually, the Kitchen King will definitely win."

"A few days ago, I killed half of the imperial court's tens of thousands of troops."

"Helping the Kitchen King now is called placing a bet. You must know that the Kitchen King rewards based on merit, especially those like us who help the Kitchen King by cooperating inside and outside."

"Only a fool would not bet on a sure-win game."

The man had a matter-of-fact look on his face, and the way he looked at people seemed to be saying that it was so obvious that none of you were betting, it was like you had cerebral palsy.

The expressions of the people around him suddenly changed. They knew the situation on Kitchen King's side. They were kind to ordinary people and better to those who had meritorious deeds.

According to what this person said, now is the easiest time to get credit.

"Let me tell you, the Kitchen King's subordinates, those who have merit, eat only white porridge, pickled vegetables, tea leaves, eggs, and pig's trotters."

This sentence made everyone couldn't help but exclaim. Such news had reached the city long ago, and now there was an undercurrent pushing it, making the news spread even faster.

"This is truly the time to make achievements."

Some people thought to themselves.

This situation is almost everywhere in Yan'an City.

On the streets, in taverns and teahouses, and even in Fireworks Alley, people talked about such topics.

The people of Yan'an City are once again ready to move, and the area affected is wider and the number of people involved is larger than the last time they asked to leave the city.

Yang He's lips were trembling, and he looked at Wu Yan in front of him.

"Inspection, if you feel there is danger in the city, you can leave first."

Yang He naturally didn't want Wu Di to stay here.

Wu Di sneered, "Why, Governor Yang thinks that if it bursts after I leave, it will be easier for you to surrender?"

"you!"

When Yang He heard this, he suddenly slammed the table and blew his beard and looked at Wu Zheng. Iron bones and integrity support my body, how could I, Yang He, fall to the rogue bandits!"

"I, as the governor of the three sides, live and die with Yan'an City."

Yang He made an impassioned speech.

Wu Yan's expression improved. It seemed that Yang He was indeed just stupid. At least he still had some magnanimity as a Ming Dynasty official.

"Hmph, I will stay here and watch how you resist the Kitchen King. If you are broken, I will inform the Holy Emperor of everything happening here, and then we will live and die together with Yan'an City!"

Wu Di also had integrity. Since the Holy Emperor asked him to bring the defeated Yang He into the capital, he naturally had to wait until the moment Yang He was defeated.

Looking at the righteous and upright patrol officer in front of him, Yang He was stunned. Suddenly, as if he had made some important decision, he closed his eyes.

"Prosecutor Wu Xun, to tell you the truth, I don't have the slightest confidence in the defense of Yan'an City."

"Yan'an City can be said to be defeated."

"The city will be destroyed, and I will die."

He murmured, and after saying this, Yang He suddenly opened his eyes, "But I can't die with you."

He stood up suddenly and said, "Wu Xun, please take me to the capital! Set off immediately. Treat me as defeated and failed to capture the Stove King, and escort me to the capital to resume my life!"

Yang He looked at Wu Di and said, "Let the prefect of Yan'an take over the responsibility of guarding the city on my behalf."

"This"

Wu Yan's expression changed. There was indeed nothing wrong with Yang He's statement.

He came here to take the defeated Yang He into the capital.

"Take me back to the capital and tell your Majesty everything about this place. This is much better than you and I living and dying together in Yan'an City."

Yang He stared at Wu Di and said.

Wu Di paced back and forth, and then seemed to have made up his mind, "You are wrong. You are not self-aware and should not report to the Holy One. You are not suitable to pacify bandits at all, and are only suitable to serve as an official in the court."

"Let's go, take you to the capital, and tell the Holy Master everything here."

Wu Di agreed with Yang He's words.

Yang He closed his eyes in pain when he heard this. When he opened them, they were already covered with bloodshot eyes. He had nothing to say. It was indeed true what Wu Di said. What about suppressing as a supplement and caressing as the main one? Caressing can only be taken care of for a while. If you can't control them for the rest of your life, they will even become more powerful because of the imperial court's care.

Wu Di, together with his entourage and Hong Chengchou, escorted Yang He and rushed towards the capital overnight.

Zhang Nian, the prefect of Yan'an, looked bewildered and was ordered to do so at the last moment.

He took over the heavy responsibility of guarding Yan'an.

"I, this, I," Zhang Nian looked at the wife and concubine beside him with a frightened face in the mansion. He didn't know what to do at all.

Yang He brought so many soldiers and horses, but he failed to capture the Kitchen King. Now that the Kitchen King is coming to Yan'an, how can he, a small prefect, resist it? There are less than five thousand soldiers and horses in the city.

Isn't this a sure defeat?

"Master, what's wrong?"

Wang Fuqin, Zhang Nian's wife, asked with concern.

Zhang Nian came back to his senses and looked at his wife carefully, "Madam, please listen to me. Tonight you will take my son and some gold and silver and leave the city overnight."

"If we go to the capital, the whole of Shaanxi will probably be unsafe, including Shanxi."

The Kitchen King is so powerful that it will be sooner or later to capture Shaanxi, and even Shanxi will be affected by the war.

Going to the capital is the most correct choice.

(End of this chapter)