Ping An Biography

"Duke, Duke..." "Marshal!" Civil officials in red robes and green robes, and military generals in armor surrounded him one after another. All kinds of colors gradually became illusory in Zhang Fu's eyes, and in Zhang Fu's ears... His voice was also indistinct.

Everyone hurriedly rescued the British prince, and another doctor came up to diagnose the pulse, and the upstairs boat was in a hurry.After a long time, Zhang Fu woke up slowly, his face was pale and his limbs were weak, leaning against the wooden board.

Xue Lu hurriedly knelt down in front of Zhang Fu: "Please come into the cabin to recuperate, your health is important, we will fight again in the future."

The soldiers wanted to come up to help him, but he pushed him away, grabbed the saber and used the scabbard to support the deck, and stood up struggling with one hand on the board of the ship.Zhang Fu raised his head and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Everyone didn't dare to make any more noise, and turned their eyes to him, looking at him with concern.

Zhang Fu waved lightly: "Let the old man be quiet."

Everyone could only retreat, and many generals under him watched him with worried eyes.

Zhang Fu stood on the edge of the deck, staring at the surface of the Yangtze River in a daze. "Wow..." The water waves hit the side of the boat, arousing a rhythmic sound, and the cool wind criss-crossed the water, blowing people's robes, scarves and crowns into the wind.There is a kind of dark power between heaven and earth, which is not shaken by human will.People can only seek advantages and avoid disadvantages only by following the trend and following the trend.Just like the wind in the sky, people can only drive the big ship by making sails and guiding them well; if the method is wrong, no one can achieve their wishes.

The Datong soldiers of the Northwest Battalion plus a part of the Weisuo auxiliary army had a total strength of about [-], and the entire army was wiped out in less than a day... Just now Zhang Fu heard the statement of the surviving general and felt that he had an inescapable responsibility.When everyone was confused, Zhang Fu immediately realized that the biggest reason for the defeat of the Datong soldiers was the destructive power of the rebel heavy artillery on the fortifications and his own ignorance of this tactic.

"Dozens of heavy artillery salvos, the fence instantly vanished, the soldiers were killed or injured, and the soldiers would be in a mess and unable to coordinate..." This kind of artillery has great destructive power against simple fortifications, and it can't be compared with the general artillery of the non-official army. .

I remember that after the imperial court improved the General Cannon, a minister wrote a letter saying that a single cannon was ruined for miles and killed hundreds of enemies, just bragging. Zhang Fu realized that it was pure nonsense. It can't be destroyed; it falls from the sky, hits a hole, and there is no way to control where the hole is, only a general direction, that's all.Building fortifications is still a relatively reliable defensive method, especially after learning the rebel ditch wall fortifications. Although it is not as good as the city wall in defending against infantry storms, it has a greater effect on firearms.But the heavy artillery of the rebel army is completely different. The shells fly flat and are powerful; so once they reach a relatively short distance and shoot flat, simply building a wall, only wood and mud can't hold it at all.

Zhang Fu did not fully predict this unprecedented tactics in advance.When Zhou Mengxiong's army took advantage of his unpreparedness to cut off the southwest outlet of the Northwest Battalion and split it up, Zhang Fu estimated that Zhou Mengxiong's new army did not have the ability to attack by force, and the rebels in the city were exhausted and lacked ammunition, so it would be difficult for the rebels to take down the Northwest Battalion. Battalion... So Zhang Fu was unwilling to give up the integrity of the siege defense line against Jiujiang City when there was a supply line from the Yangtze River, and ordered the Northwest Battalion to stand firm.

Unexpectedly, the Jiujiang defenders attacked immediately, and with the advantage of artillery, they broke the defense in half a day.Thinking about it afterwards, Zhang Fu's only correct decision at that time was to send a large number of naval ships to immediately pick up the officers and troops of the Northwest Battalion and retreat from the water.

... The icy wind on the river made Zhang Fu's whole body shudder, and his bones shuddered.

In the First Battle of Jiujiang, including the battle of the Northern Route Army in Ewangcheng, the three-way army he led almost concentrated the elite of the Ming Dynasty.The three major battalions of the Beijing Camp and the Datong Elite Cavalry of the Xuanfu were all invincible elites in the Ming Dynasty who were invincible in World War II, and now they have lost most of them.

Soldiers, the last barrier of the country's rise and fall.There can only be one king, if there is only one emperor in this land, it will be very bad if he cannot be eliminated, not to mention his own failure?How will the domestic public opinion and the general situation change, and those fools should immediately find a way out?

Zhang Fu's rough, callused hand involuntarily touched the saber at his waist, maybe he had to commit suicide and apologize?

The heart of the old man is like the rough waves on the great river. All his life as a soldier, all his loyalty to the Ming Empire, which expelled the Tartars and regained China, all his life's dreams of honoring his ancestors and making contributions to the revival of the Ming Dynasty were all given to King Yan to revive the great cause of the Ming Dynasty. He lived a brilliant and glorious life. .When life comes to an end, but suffers such a failure, only he himself knows the pain in his heart.Sometimes, death is the lightest punishment.

Zhang Fu suddenly felt that the future of this battle was bleak. To this day, the battle against the rebels has no advantage in terms of strength. The most important thing is that after several defeats, morale has already been shaken. How can we calm down and continue fighting?

He counted the losses and remaining strength in his mind. The entire army of the Jingying Shenji Battalion, most of the Fifth Army Battalion, and all the Datong cavalry no longer existed; The Three Thousand Battalion is in the southeast of Jiujiang.Then some troops drawn from various guards have very limited combat effectiveness.

If the old man continues to live, he should first think about how to explain to the emperor and explain to the bureaucrats of the Manchu Dynasty that he may be punished, which is undoubtedly very humiliating.The next battle is not over yet, how should we proceed?

After much deliberation, Zhang Fu's fingers gently pushed aside the mechanism on the scabbard.

"Commander!" A voice came from the river, and a small boat came, and a general on board shouted, "The rebels have sent envoys to the camp in the south of the city, and they want to meet the commander in person to discuss important matters. How to deal with it? "

The general and civil servants on the upstairs boat suddenly became angry, and someone yelled: "This kind of shit is still disturbing the commander, what kind of thief messenger, just cut it off! What is there to talk about?"

The general on the small boat ignored everyone, looked at Zhang Fu who was standing alone on the deck, and shouted again: "Marshal..."

Zhang Fu released his hand from the hilt of his sword, turned around and said: "The two armies are fighting without beheading the envoy, I, the Master of the Ming Dynasty, can't have this bit of courage. It's better to arrange an envoy, the old man will go to see him later."

The official army has the most soldiers and horses in the south of Jiujiang City. The terrain here is open, and the large tent of the Chinese army is also set up in this position. The envoy of the "rebel army" was Chen Maocai, and he had indeed read a lot of books. He used to be a Jianwen "remnant" who hid in a remote village, so he naturally had no fame; Civilian posts are most useful for missions. When the Vermilion Bird Army negotiated with the Miao people, it was Chen Maocai who went there many times.

Chen Maocai is handsome and unrestrained, and he is also rather smug. He often does some poses that are more elegant than he thinks he is, and he has always been very particular about his attire.

He is also someone who has seen this kind of scene, so when he entered the big tent and saw a group of generals glaring at him, he also acted calmly when his personal safety was threatened at any time.Chen Maocai made a deep bow to Zhang Fu when he came up, and said in a tone from the bottom of his heart: "Before going on an envoy, my king said in front of all the generals that the person who knows the Duke best is his enemy. Opponent. After the king said it, there is a sense of sympathy for each other..."

"Fuck|you|mother!" Suddenly a big man blurted out and yelled, "You're so cowardly, why don't you ask your mountain king to wash your ass and send it up, wouldn't it be fun?"

All the generals couldn't help bursting into laughter, and even Zhang Fu couldn't help being teased until the gloom dissipated for a while.

Chen Maocai didn't take it seriously, raised his head and said indifferently: "It turns out that the general is as good as Longyang."

Another general said: "Fart, let it go, what's the use of talking about it?"

Chen Maocai clasped his fists and said: "Today the 'Northern Army' was defeated in Ewang City, and the northwestern battalion of the city was destroyed again; the situation of besieging our king is gone. If I am not wrong, at this time, the 'Northern Army' is afraid of my magic soldiers." , I am afraid that rumors have spread everywhere, and there is no fighting spirit. At this moment, what is the use of the British Duke continuing to fight? Do you still hope that you can defeat our king's [-] troops in one fell swoop..."

Zhang Fu thought of the huge balloon that inexplicably flew into the sky a while ago, and the rumors circulating in the army that the Northern Route Army was smashed by the "Giant Meteor". He had to admit that the failure demoralized the officers and soldiers. That's right.

At this moment, a short young civil servant said seriously: "The new rebel army can only barely fight me after huddling in a pit, without the power to fight in the field; In the first month of the month, the loss was severe and exhausted, and they fought desperately in the northwest of the city to storm the camp, and they could no longer fight. Although you and others are said to be one hundred thousand, what can I do? Reaching thousands of troops, what is the use of my Great Ming controlling a million strings?"

Chen Maocai turned his head to look at the young civil servant: "Although it is exaggerated, you are right. So my king proposes a truce, and the Northern Army can withdraw safely to the east of Panyang Lake. If you don't accept it, the two sides will reorganize the army again in the future." War. If the truce is reached, as a show of sincerity, our army will take the initiative to retreat [-] miles, so that the northern army can safely withdraw from the waterway."

Immediately someone retorted: "The king's master and the bandit soldiers are incompatible, there is absolutely no discussion and possibility."

But Zhang Fu immediately stopped his subordinates and ordered the envoys to wait for a reply in the army.

In fact, this is not a peace negotiation, but a truce.At this time Zhang Fu was not afraid of the court officials attacking him, as the saying goes, if you have too many lice, you are not afraid.He was tempted by this kind of truce on the spot... If you can't fight, there's nothing wrong with being able to retreat safely.

When Zhang Fu was weighing, he said something to his staff, "The most difficult thing for a person is to afford to lose, and to remain sober after failure."

"The armored soldiers are related to the country. Today I take the responsibility of admitting defeat, but my life is just a vain name. As long as I can preserve some of my great Ming's elite vitality, victory or defeat is still uncertain."

The staff tried their best to dissuade him and suggested that he consider the impact of returning to the court, but after careful consideration, Zhang Fu made a decisive decision to reply to the "rebel" envoy in writing and agree to the terms of the truce.