The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 249 Jianzhou Old Slave
Jia Cong led his army out of Shenjing City and headed north. Feng Dakan, the new commander of the Flying Bear Guard, Wang Lang, the commander of the Three Thousand Battalion, and Yuan Yongkang, the commander of the Qianhu of Jinyi Prefecture, each led their military academies and lined up ten miles away from the north gate to wait.

The food and grass supplies brought to Liaodong this time were then handed over to Xianning for coordination. Xianning disguised herself as a man and rode on a white Guizhou horse. Next to her was Tanchun, who was also dressed in the same outfit. It was obvious that Tanchun was very excited. A pair of heroic eyes sparkled brightly.

In her limited life, this is a rare opportunity to go out, but this time, the sky is high and the water is long, and she will be allowed to fly.

Seeing Jia Cong coming, Tanchun spurred his horse and took a few steps forward. In the blink of an eye, Jia Cong had already galloped over. He glanced at Xianning first and then asked Tanchun, "Third sister, how do you feel?" ? If you can't keep up on horseback, just take a car. It's a long way, so don't be brave!"

Tanchun said a little proudly, "Second brother, are you looking down on me?"

"You are my personal soldier now, don't embarrass me."

Tanchun didn't like to hear these words, so Xianning laughed at the side, "Okay, you two don't start talking back as soon as we meet. Junior brother, you lead the army in front, and Tanchun and I will keep the food and grass in the back. We must I can’t keep up with you.”

"I only lead three thousand battalions in front. Yuan Yongkang's people will lead him to Liaodong on his own. The Flying Bear Guards will be accompanied by Feng Dakan behind. I can't wait any longer." Jia Cong said.

His expression was a little sad, which made Xianning think of Xia Jin. Her master's body was still hanging on the city wall in Fushun. As long as she thought of this, although she hated Nurhachi deeply in her heart, she would inevitably have some feelings for Emperor Taiqi. resentment.

Since it was decided to send Jia Cong to defend the enemy, why not issue an imperial edict earlier? Since he became the emperor, but could not keep his word, wouldn't it be a disaster for the country and the people?

"Since you go first and have few people with you, you must not act rashly. You must be careful of the Jianzhou people and protect your own safety first." Xian Ning was extremely worried.

Jia Cong nodded and looked at Xian Ning. His heroic figure on horseback and his affectionate pair of eyes were heart-warming. Unfortunately, it was not the time for children to be in love. He said, "I'll go first. Take care on the way!"

Jia Cong clapped his horse forward and in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared on the road ahead.

Tanchun couldn't help but be stunned, "Second brother, won't you go with us?"

Xian Ning explained to her, "The situation in Liaodong is raging. If Fushun City is lost, the surrounding forts will not be protected. The slave builders got a big advantage this time and will definitely keep an eye on other cities. Junior brother will arrive in Fushun as soon as possible." , it will stabilize as soon as possible.

This is within my territory of Dashun, so the army does not need to move together. "

Tan Chun didn't understand the last sentence, but she kept in mind the spirit of talking less and watching more. She stayed with Xian Ning and watched how she controlled the overall situation and planned affairs. She saw that Xian Ning was indeed quite capable. I couldn't help but sigh that she was not as good as Xian Ning in the same daughter's house.

Fushun in early August is an excellent season. At this time, it is still early for frost to arrive, but you can still see the scene of autumn everywhere. The mountains surrounded on three sides are covered with dense forests, light clouds and mist linger among them, and the water of Suzi River flows through the mountains. Gonggong, like a jade belt, the autumn sunshine sheds golden light on the river, and the sparkling light covers the blood that seeps from the cracks in the stones from time to time.

On the wall of Fushun City, Nurhachi is dressed in military uniform. He is over [-] years old, but he does not look old. Looking south, he sees the bustling mountains and rivers of Dashun. At this time, Nurhachi's eyes did not go beyond Shanhaiguan, but It was the Lower Liaohe Plain, where he had long admired the horse herding land.

"Vice General Li, you said that by this time, the news of the failure in Fushun should have been sent back to your court, right? Taiqi should have known about it, right?" After Nurhachi finished speaking, he laughed, with great excitement in his laughter. carefree.

The Baylor ministers around him also laughed in agreement. After conquering Fushun City, they could finally have a good sleep. Fushun is closest to Hetuala and is the gateway to guard the Lower Liao River Plain. Once Fushun is eliminated, the rest of the surrounding fortresses will also They won't take it seriously.

The former Fushun guard Li Yongfang had put on the clothes of a Jianzhou native. He bowed his hands and bowed his head tremblingly, saying humbly, "I am a minister of the Great Khan and a subject of the Kingdom of Jin. The court of the Kingdom of Jin is the king." The minister's court.

What the Great Khan said was very true. The battle situation in Fushun and the Great Khan's achievements should have reached the Dashun court by now. Presumably, the person who succeeded Xia Jin was already on his way. "

Nurhachi was inevitably a little nervous and asked, "In your opinion, who will replace Xia Jin?"

Nurhachi glanced under the city wall. Xia Jin was still hanging on the city wall. This man who had frightened the Mongols in the past and had made it difficult for him to move in recent years was now staring at the mountains and rivers south of Dashun, seemingly in Looking forward to the person who comes to replace him?

"According to my analysis, this person should be the Marquis of Ning Guo." Li Yongfang added, "Xia Jin's apprentice is also the one who captured Prince Azige."

Next to him, Dai Shan said, "Father, this man is only a young man. What should I fear from such a genius? If he dares to come to Fushun, my son will tear him alive!"

Nurhaci nodded slowly and said to Li Yongfang, "Is there no one left in Dashun's court? Send a three-foot-tall kid here to humiliate me! Pass my order and prepare to attack Qinghe Fort. We will use the victory of Qinghe Fort. Come and greet Marquis Ning Guo!"

Azig made a mistake, and the old slave tried hard to rescue his son, but was helpless. His son was imprisoned in the imperial prison, and the robbery failed. With the lessons learned from Liu Fang, Shui Rong and others, the court was already in trouble. Anyone dare to speak for Jianzhou.

He had lost a son for nothing, and Nurhachi was already full of hatred for Jia Cong. Unless he got rid of this son, the hatred in his heart would never go away.

At this moment, two fast horses suddenly ran out of the city. Not long after, a group of about a hundred Jianzhou soldiers chased behind them. Everyone was waving swords in their hands and shouting, obviously chasing after them. Those two people.

Nurhachi asked in confusion, "Who are these two people?"

A person hurriedly came upstairs. It was Huang Taiji, who explained to Nurhachi, "Father, this man is the son of Dashun Guards Wang Mingyin. His father died under his son's sword. This kid is lurking in the city and actually wants to He wanted to avenge his father, but when he failed, he actually wanted to run away with his life."

On the side, Chu Ying, the eldest son of Nurhachi, laughed and taunted, "Huang Taiji, you are really useless. You weren't almost killed by a boy with no hair, were you?"

Huang Taiji thought of the danger just now and lowered his head. He admitted that he was careless, but this was not a reason for Chu Ying to laugh at him. He was just careless.

The city of Fushun, which had experienced the war, was already empty. More than 30 people, cattle and horses had been robbed by Lao Nu Ming. Residential buildings had been destroyed in the war and burned to ashes. Some mansions and government offices had also been smashed and burned. Ruins can be seen everywhere, and it is difficult to find traces of the once important town in Liaodong and its prosperous economy.

Several green smoke was blown up by the wind, and the smell of war made these slaves who were extremely poor in the white mountains and black waters feel excited and couldn't help but feel shaken.

Nurhachi didn't say anything, and neither did Baylor's ministers. Seeing that the two men were about to escape from everyone's sight, Nurhaci frowned, stretched out his hand and said, "Bring the bow and arrows!"

The guard next to him held up the bow and arrow, and Li Yongfang was very attentive to help pass it on. He held the bow and arrow in both hands and behaved like a slave in a very humble manner. When Nurhachi took the bow and arrow, he glanced at him, with a flash of contempt in his eyes.

This man led 500 defenders to surrender and dedicated the city of Fushun to him. He was the first person to surrender to Dai Jin.Anyone who occupies a "one" is not simple, and Li Yongfang has a certain symbolic meaning in Nurhaci's eyes. Apart from that, Nurhachi really doesn't know what other uses this person has.

At the moment, he seems to see the value of Li Yongfang.

Nurhachi drew his bow and arrow, aimed at the young man's back, and began to accumulate strength.

The young man rushing in the front seemed to have something in his heart. He turned his head suddenly and looked over, his lips moving, as if he was shouting something to Nurhachi. For a moment, Nurhachi's mind flashed to the last scene of Wang Mingyin's tragic death when he refused to surrender. In the picture, the hand shook slightly, and when the arrow flew out, it had lost its accuracy.

The young man and his followers finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

At night, Jia Cong and his party arrived at Guangning Guards, where the Liaodong General Military Mansion was located. After Li Haopu's death, the General Military Mansion was vacated. Because Xia Jin had been stationed on the front line, the General Military Mansion had been vacant.

Guangning Guard General Qiao Yiqi ordered people to pack up the General Military Mansion in advance and prepare for Jia Cong to move in. Unexpectedly, Jia Cong stationed his camp outside the city and had no intention of entering the city.

Qiao Yiqi had no choice but to go to his camp to meet him in person. When he entered, Jia Cong was having dinner with several generals. The few side dishes on the table were very simple, and each person had a bowl of multigrain rice, which shocked Qiao Yiqi.

Who would have thought that Ning Guohou, who was born in the Haoying family, would actually become one with the soldiers, sharing the same food and accommodation.

"Ansheng, I have an errand that I want to send you to do. If you do it well, you will be rewarded. Are you willing to go?" While Ning Guohou was eating, he turned his head to talk to a young man who was not much older than him sitting at the bottom.

The young man was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a touch of sadness on his face. Qiao Yiqi couldn't guess the identity of this man, but thinking about it, he must be not a simple person.

"I don't know what orders the Marquis has?"

"Over in Fujian, there is a kind of food that grows in the ground and is as big as a fist. It is delicious whether steamed, boiled, or raw. It can also be used as a staple food. I heard it is called sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, or sweet potatoes? Doesn't it matter? Yes, this kind of food can be grown north and south of the Yangtze River. It doesn’t matter whether the land is poor or fertile. It is a good thing. I want you to find it and we can try growing it in the north in the future."

If such food really existed, wouldn't there be no famines in the future?
Qiao Yiqi was a little surprised when he heard this. The young man frowned and thought for a while, "Master Hou is really well-informed. I also heard people from my hometown say that if there is such food, I am willing to run for Master Hou." trip."

Jia Cong said, "Then please help me run!"

Wang Lang glanced at Zhao Ansheng. This man was one of the loyal servants Zhao Quan left to his only son. When he went to recover Zhao Quan's only son, this man resisted desperately and almost died. Wang Lang felt his loyalty and let him go. He gave him a way to survive, and was later subdued by the Marquis.

While speaking, Jia Cong had already swallowed the last grain of rice. He put down the bowl and chopsticks, took the handkerchief from Kong An, wiped his mouth, stood up and said to Qiao Yiqi, "Do you have anything to say?"

"The general has packed up the general's headquarters, but who knows that the Marquis will not enter the city."

Jia Cong smiled, sat down on a chair beside him, and ordered Qiao Yiqi to sit down, "If I enter the city, I will bring a lot of people in, causing a fuss and making the people in the city uneasy. General Qiao is stationed here, away from the battle ahead. It's far away, but you can't watch the fire from the other side. If there are refugees who have escaped from Fushun, they should be properly resettled. It's best to persuade them to return to their hometowns. If there are any deserters, they should be captured with all their strength and returned to my lord."

This was a military order. Qiao Yiqi saw that Jia Cong was young but already very experienced in his actions, so he had to say with horror, "General, I will obey the order!"

"Master Hou, there are two deserters from Fushun!" Si Dan came in and said.

Jia Cong's eyebrows connected together and he said solemnly, "Bring him in and let me take a look!"

Two people were escorted in. Jia Cong saw that they were one old and one young. The old one was about 50 or [-] years old, and the younger one was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Their hair was covered with grass clippings, their clothes were ragged, and they were skinny. They said they were beggars. Someone will believe it.

Jia Cong's order to punish the deserting generals had already been passed down. These two people fled here. There was no need to say that they were deserters, and Jia Cong did not see the shadow of soldiers in the two men.

The two men were tied up and kicked to the ground when they came in. They knelt in front of Jia Cong.

"Are you two deserters?" Jia Cong confirmed.

"No!" The younger one looked up at Jia Cong and asked, "Are you Jia Yuanze, the new Liaodong manager sent by the emperor?"

"How dare you! How dare you call Jing Lue by his name?" Qiao Yiqi scolded. He really didn't want Jia Cong to see such chaos in Liaodong.

Jia Cong raised his hand and waved, telling Qiao Yiqi not to say more, "Exactly, whose nephew are you?"

"My young master is the son of Wang Shou Bei Ming Seal, who died in battle for his country. Please forgive me, Lord Marquis! The two of us were lurking in Fushun City, intending to kill one or two slave-building generals to avenge the master. Unexpectedly, we fell short and finally escaped. Those who come out, my young master has not yet joined the army, so he is not considered a deserter." The older man next to him, who was a loyal servant of the Wang family, said.

Jia Cong was inevitably touched and asked, "Is this true?"

In fact, he already believed it. When he said the words "die in battle and die for the country," this stubborn young man's eyes were red, tears were rolling in his eyes, and his teeth were clenched. He could tell at a glance that he was filled with hatred surging in his chest, and he couldn't control himself.

"I, the Wang family, never say anything false." Wang Ying said.

Jia Cong signaled to Kong An, and two soldiers immediately came forward and untied the ropes for the two of them. Jia Cong said, "Take them down first to freshen up and have a meal. I have something to say later."

The two thanked him and left. Wang Ying glanced at Jia Cong before leaving the tent.

　Sorry, I have to take care of the baby on the weekend, so I don’t have much space.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)