Jingtai Fengyun: The First Absurd Emperor of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 645 The street battle in Anbian City versus the Emperor of Consumption and the biggest winner in the end

At the beginning of the North Korean army's artillery bombardment, Japan was still able to fire back with artillery on the Anbyian city wall.But after three days, the shells were exhausted.

The cannon is still there but the gunpowder is gone. This is really the greatest tragedy in life.

The North Korean army was able to approach the city wall unscrupulously and bombarded fiercely towards the city gate.

On February [-]th, the city gate was blown open and a corner of the city wall was blown down.North Korea immediately launched a full-scale offensive, and brutal street fighting officially took place.

Fan Guang, Fang Ying and the Ming army officers and soldiers watched from the outside, and could only hear the deafening shouts of killing in the city.

Fan Guang shook his head helplessly: "What a sin. This battle was so tragic. The Japanese army entered North Korea with 13 troops, and the entire army was about to be destroyed.

Our troops entered North Korea with 20 troops and suffered nearly [-] casualties; North Korea was not much better than us.

The three Japanese families in the Ming Dynasty lost a total of more than 30 soldiers inside and outside. "

By now, Fang Ying could also see that the old Jingying battalion was consumed on the Korean battlefield, the original Shangzhiwei was also lost, and the Liaodong Army also lost 7 to [-] people.

Now, even if the Orthodox system wants to be restored, where will the army come from?
The troops loyal to Xuan Temple and loyal to orthodoxy were all consumed by the established establishment.

Listening to the cruel sounds of fighting in Anbian City, Fang Ying couldn't help but shed tears of regret when faced with this situation.

This is how one general accomplishes so much that all his bones are withered!
But Fang Ying didn't blame the emperor in her heart, because the emperor had given him a chance to survive.

When Burma and Bangladesh were conquered, as long as they were willing to stay, the soldiers at the lowest level could be allocated a hundred acres of fertile land, and they could also take prisoners of war as slaves. Almost all of them could become small landowners, and then the court would pay to send their families. Live a peaceful life.

The emperor offered generous terms to persuade the old Beijing troops to stay, but everyone refused to stay; Duke Ji of Jingguo tried hard to persuade the old Beijing troops not to go back, but everyone themselves refused to listen.

So what should the emperor do?

Shi Heng, Sun Boring and others had already launched a mutiny in the capital before. If the emperor transferred [-] loyal Beijing troops back to the capital, how big of a heart would he have to be in order to sleep well that night?

As for breaking up and dividing?With [-] troops dispersed to various guard posts, wouldn't it be more convenient for everyone to collude in private?

If they are all gathered together, the emperor can still monitor them. If 3 people are dispersed, who can the emperor monitor?Even if everyone in Dongchang is divided into ten people, it will be too busy.

Besides, these people are all elites who have fought in many battles, so veterans must lead new recruits.After these people dispersed, they made brothers and recruited apprentices to teach their skills.

Fang Ying is well versed in leading troops. It is natural for veterans to lead new troops, and things cannot be avoided wherever they go.Veterans not only impart skills and experience to new recruits, but also instill their own ideas.

This spread from ten to ten, and as a result, ten years later, the number of troops loyal to Xuan Temple and Orthodoxy not only did not decrease, but increased from 3 to 10. The joke was really big.

Therefore, Fang Ying can understand the emperor's difficulties. Even if you go up and tell the emperor that we are no longer loyal to Xuan Temple, nor are we loyal to orthodoxy, but we are loyal to you, Emperor Jingtai, then the emperor must dare to believe it.

People's hearts are separated from each other, who knows whether you are telling the truth, or whether you are talking sweetly but hiding a sword behind your smile.

When Fan Guang saw Fang Ying shaking her head, sighing, and even crying, he could probably guess what Fang Ying was thinking, so he comforted him: "After the Tumubao Incident, your Majesty, from the nobles in the capital to the generals in the army, tried to persuade everyone from the bottom of his heart. Lungs.

As a result, they will eventually launch a mutiny and support the restoration of orthodoxy.

The Holy One was also forced to have no choice but to rely on influence alone. "

Fang Ying nodded: "I can understand His Majesty's difficulties, but I feel sad for the soldiers who died in this war."

Fan Guang patted Fang Ying on the shoulder: "Fortunately, the war is finally over. How about I write a memorial and ask the Holy Spirit to transfer you back to Beijing to rest."

Fang Ying returned: "The war is not over yet. Isn't the Holy One going to take advantage of the situation to attack Japan?" Fan Guang was stunned when he heard this. I just found a way for you to return to Beijing to recuperate, but you haven't fought enough yet. , still want to participate in the battle against Japan?

It's enough to be a hereditary and irreplaceable marquis. Now you still want to be a duke.

There is no prince among the emperor's three guards, so how can you, a general from the outer four, get his turn?

……

On February [-]th, Zhu Qiyu got up early and was in a good mood. He sat on the couch and read a book alone.

Although a quarter of his career as emperor has passed, Zhu Qiyu continues to learn every day.If you don't read more, in a few years, even Zhu Wenfang will laugh at yourself.

Zhu Qiyu was holding a volume of Taizong's Records and was feeling dizzy after reading it, when Linglong came in carrying a food box.

Linglong got on the soft couch and while laying out breakfast, asked curiously: "Master, what's wrong? You were very happy when I went out to cook. Why are you frowning when you come back?"

Zhu Qiyu threw the book in his hand on the couch: "These false records are written in a mess. They are difficult to understand and have no structure. These editors are boasting. They are all Jinshi Hanlin, so they know how to write randomly. Write about it."

Linglong smiled and said: "You can't blame them. It's because the emperor didn't compile historical records during his lifetime, so forget it. They didn't even think about organizing historical materials.

After the death of the emperor, the succeeding emperor sent ministers to search for memorials and documents from the previous dynasty, and then pieced together the actual records temporarily.

It would be great if this was concise and easy to read.

Who, like you, would really take compiling the records of this dynasty as a serious matter. "

Zhu Qiyu shook his head: "Forget it, let's not talk about these bastards, let's eat."

Linglong pushed a large bowl of beef noodles in front of Zhu Qiyu: "Master, please eat the noodles first."

Zhu Qiyu was a little surprised: "Is this noodles?"

It's a big jade bowl, and you can only see the beef and beef tendons that are spread all over the surface. You can't see them in person.

Looking at the expectant expression on Miss Linglong's face, Zhu Qiyu had no choice but to put a piece of beef into his mouth and taste it carefully:
"Well, the beef is stewed at a high enough heat that it almost melts in your mouth, but the taste is a little lighter than usual."

Linglong smiled and said: "Master, you have such a tricky mouth. Today I switched to the newly imported Qinghai salt, but you ate it as soon as you ate it."

"Qinghai salt?"

"Yes, you didn't insist on Duke Cao and King Su attacking the Wusizang tribes. They occupied the Chaerhan Salt Lake according to your instructions, and then made lake salt and sent it to us."

Zhu Qiyu smiled and said: "Oh, they are really efficient in doing things. Come back and bring me the salt to see. What's the use of just putting it in beef noodles?"

"Then eat the noodles first. Only then will you have the strength to plow the land."

Zhu Qiyu sighed heavily when he heard this: "I am just an old scalper who works hard without complaining. Fortunately, I only have five acres of land left, otherwise I will die of exhaustion in the drainage ditch in the field sooner or later."

While the two were talking, Qianxue and Suxi walked in holding the memorial.

As soon as Qianxue came in, she shouted in the direction of the jade bed: "Those two lazy girls in the bed have sent greeting cards from outside. Your old friends are coming to visit."

(End of this chapter)