Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 8 A letter that changed the line of history
  As soon as Wang Qi finished speaking, everyone in the room except Sun Degong was surprised.

You must know that this is a narrow escape. If Zhenwu Fort can be rescued, trapped in one place, and continues to wait for the reinforcements from Guangning and Youtun, there will be a glimmer of hope. If the rescue cannot be carried out, will it be possible to return to Siping under the pursuit of Jianzhou? It just depends purely on character.

And everyone here knows that the character of the generals in the late Ming Dynasty has never been worthy of trust.

How could there be such bravery in the governor's office?

He asked himself to lead twenty-seven of his men and rush to Zhenwu Fort on a snowy night.

Although everyone admired the words he just said at the door of the hall, Wang Qi's image has become infinitely taller in the eyes of the generals. At least in terms of 'loyalty', he is enough to be on an equal footing with them.

Faced with such a "honest, loyal and brave" Wang Qi, even Deputy Commander Luo, who was used to seeing Shura fields, felt a little embarrassed. After all, Wang Qi's twenty-seven fully armored cavalry were facing thousands of people on the real battlefield. There are thousands of troops, but they can't even stir up a splash.

By then, if Wang Baihu and his twenty-seven cavalry turned into blood and mud, were immersed in the vast and cold land of Liaodong, and were buried with countless corpses, Luo Yiguan would not be able to explain to Wang Huazhen.

It's one thing to shout slogans to show others, but actually doing things can be more circuitous.

Luo Guanyi coughed lightly and then said: "Well, Wang Baihu, in my opinion, your twenty-seven cavalry should stay in Siping Fort to defend the city."

"Commander Luo," Wang Qi immediately refused without any hesitation: "Siping Fort is too small, I'm afraid it won't be able to accommodate my twenty-seven cavalry."

As soon as these words came out, Luo Yiguan's expression changed instantly. This was shameless.
  At this time, Zu Dashou, who was standing aside, said quietly: "It is a good thing for young people to want to make contributions. Why should Deputy General Luo be so obstructive?"

"Huh," Luo, who always smiled, glanced at Zu Dashou, and then looked at Wang Qi: "Then go, I hope Wang Baihu can return safely, I will take care of you!"

Ignoring the sarcasm in Luo Yiguan's words, Wang Qi still clenched his fists: "Thank you, sir!"

After a while, the military order was issued. Liu Qu led 3,000 troops under his command, including 2,000 infantry, 500 cavalry, 300 artillery and musketeers, and archers and pistols organized into the infantry camp.

Sun Degong had 5,000 men and horses, mostly infantry, and more than 1,000 cavalry, who had come all the way from Guangning and had already finished resting.

Because Sun Degong was Wang Huazhen's confidant, his subordinates were all fierce and elite soldiers. Their mandarin duck coats were lined with cotton armor, and the shoulder armor and helmet were trimmed with gold threads, making them look powerful and domineering.

"The cavalry opens the way, the artillery is in the center, the infantry drags behind, and the scout battalion is divided into groups of five, all dispersed! The target is to suppress Wu Fort thirty miles away!" The army was commanded by Sun Degong, with Liu Qu and Bao Chengxian as deputy generals, and Wang Qi led twenty Qi Qi followed Sun Degong closely.

Nearly ten thousand people left the city on a snowy night and marched in a hurry towards Zhenwu Fort in the northeast.

"Running out on a snowy night, even if there are scouts wandering outside, I am a little worried that I will be ambushed by Jian Nu." On the city tower, Luo Ping accompanied Luo Yiguan and Zu Dashou, looking at the army that stretched for several miles and marched into the distance. He couldn't help but express his worries.

"It is necessary to guard Siping with heavy troops, and it is a matter of great justice to send troops to support the army. Even if I face Xiong Jinglue and Governor Wang, I will answer this," Luo Yiguan put his hand on the battlement, as if he wanted to touch it with a cold touch. The somewhat anxious heart calmed down: "It's just a pity for Wang Qi."

When Wang Qi followed the army to Zhenwu Fort at starry night.

A hundred miles away, Guangning City.

Late at night, the study room of Wang Huazhen, the governor of Liaodong, was still brightly lit. The army was going to war, and the coach would have insomnia no matter what.

At this time, Wang Huazhen was standing in front of the map of Liaodong in plain clothes. His attendants were holding oil lamps with both hands, illuminating an area around Guangning on the map.

After a while, Wang Huazhen sighed heavily, his old face full of sadness. Apparently, this frontier official also had a bit of pessimism about the war situation at this time.

The spring breeze of a month ago has long disappeared. The reinforcements that the Mongols said have not yet arrived. Mao Wenlong, who is far away in Pi Island, has little impact on the battle situation here.

Now, all Wang Huazhen can rely on is his confidant General Sun Degong. As long as he can successfully persuade Li Yongfang to surrender, there is still hope of winning this war.

"Go and summon the soldiers from the mansion!" After a while, Wang Huazhen sat back on the chair again and ordered the attendants.

"Yes, sir" he put down the candle and the attendant slowly left the room. After a while, Wang Huazhen was the only one left in the room.

After tidying up her appearance a little, Wang Huazhen took up her pen and began to write a memorial to the cabinet and the emperor.

The pen fell like a rafter, and Wang Huazhen's handwriting was vigorous and majestic: "I am the censor of Qiandu, and Wang Huazhen, the governor of Liaodong, is here to report. Jianzhou has been resting for several months, and now it is aggressively attacking our area in western Liaoning. The purpose is very obvious, which is to pull out our Shanhaiguan area. The fortress and stronghold in the north are important cities. Among them, Guangning is the most important. If we want to capture Guangning, we must first capture Siping, Zhenwu and other places. Now that Siping is in danger, I have ordered my generals Sun Degong, Zu Dashou and others to send troops to help Siping. , In addition, there is Liaodong Economic Strategy Xiong Tingbi's army stationed in Youtun, which can send troops to help Siping at critical moments and attack Jianzhou's army from the flanks. Our Guangning army can also send troops to form an encirclement."

A memorial not only pointed out his hard work and achievements, but also secretly gave Xiong Tingbi eye drops. This was killing two birds with one stone.

Not long after, the memorial was sealed, and the sound of soldiers laying outside the door also sounded at the same time.

"come in!"

There was a creak, and the messenger had pushed the door open and came in.

"Greetings to the Governor!"

"This letter was delivered by the official post, and went straight to the Tongzhengyuan, and was handed over to the cabinet for review eight hundred miles away." Wang Huazhen picked up the memorial he had just written and put it in a yellow leather bag. Wang Huazhen handed it to Pubing in hand.

"Don't worry, adults."

"As for this letter," Wang Huazhen paused and looked at another letter on the corner of the table. It was a letter written long ago, proposing to send troops to rescue Siping Fort.

"You go down first." Waving his hand, Wang Huazhen asked Pu Bing to retreat.

After a while, the study became extremely quiet, with only the wisps of smoke from the incense burner slowly drifting away.

Sitting on the armchair, Wang Huazhen closed his eyes slightly. At that moment, he seemed to remember what Wang Qi said to him at that time: Xiong Jinglue stationed in Youtun has tens of thousands of elite soldiers. The state may be afraid of one or two.
  "Come here!" Wang Huazhen suddenly opened his eyes and called to the entourage outside the door.

"Here you are!" The door was opened from the outside, and a man wearing a cotton shirt appeared.

"Have people rush to Youtun overnight!" Wang Huazhen picked up the letter addressed to Xiong Tingbi from the table: "Give this letter to Xiong Tingbi, the Liaodong manager stationed in Youtun!"

"The little one will do it immediately!"

Taking the letter with both hands, he turned and left in a hurry.

Wang Huazhen turned to look to the northeast, which was the direction of Siping Fort, and murmured to himself: "I hope Brother Qi's words will come true."

(End of this chapter)