The Soldier of the Ming Dynasty

"Yuanqing, this, this matter..."

Seeing Li Yuanqing smile all the time, Hong Qiang can't help but feel a little hairy, but he can't do anything. He can only look at Li Yuanqing eagerly.

They have already moved across the border.

The past has gone with the wind and rain.

At that time, the hairy boy, who was impetuous in fighting, had already grown into a towering tree that covered the sky and the sun. He could not even look up.

Even if it's sweat, he can only bear to talk with him slowly.

How can Hong Qiang hope that his friendship with Li Yuanqing was not friendship at that time, and could influence Li Yuanqing's decision at this time?

At this time, although Li Yuanqing treated him well and regarded him as a guest of honor, Hong Qiang also understood that this was just Li Yuanqing's remembrance of his old friends. If Li Kaixuan arrived at this time, maybe Li Yuanqing could serve him better and receive higher treatment.

How can he take such things seriously?

At this time, Li Yuanqing tasted the wine faintly, looked at Hong Qiang with a smile and said: "brother Qiang, this trip, if you can't complete the task, what will be the consequences?"

Hong Qiang was stunned, but he also understood what Li Yuanqing meant.

Think about it.

At this time, Li Yuanqing was in the south of Liaoning and even the whole Ming Dynasty. How could Li Yuanqing be associated with such barbarians as old slaves?

If he had a choice at this time, he obviously didn't want to jump into the dung pit again.

"Yuanqing, when the two countries meet, they don't cut envoys. On your side, I have already reached you. I expect that sweat can't do things too well. On my side, there should be no big problem. "

Li Yuanqing laughed, "brother Qiang, if you have leisure, you can live in Haizhou city for some time. Otherwise, Yuanqing can't guarantee that good wine and good meat can be enough."

Hong Qiang couldn't help laughing bitterly, "Yuanqing, I'd like to stay in Haizhou city. It's a pity. My wife and children, as well as many ethnic groups, are in Shenyang City. How can I leave them alone? "

With Li Yuanqing's relationship, which is almost like a "golden rice bowl", a fool would not want it.

What a pity.

Hou Jin held Hong Qiang's lifeline. Even if he thought about it again, he still had to come step by step.

Li Yuanqing nodded, "so, brother Qiang. Since the old slave asked you to come here, he must have thought it over before. You can tell him the truth about things here. He should not hurt you

………

Hong Qiang left with plenty of wine and food.

When Chen duozhong comes in, he doesn't laugh

Li Yuanqing tasted the wine lightly and poured another cup for Chen Zhong. Even Li Yongfang is often whipped by old slaves now. Who can guess his mind

The old slave whipped Li Yongfang's whip. This is a story that began to spread in the Liao Dynasty recently.

At this time, although the old slave had become the Lord of the later Jin Dynasty and fought against the Daming court, he was actually very inferior because of his family background.

It is said that after being drunk, the old slave once asked Li Yongfang, the son-in-law of Fushun, to tie him to a column and beat him with a whip. At the same time, he asked, "I know you despise me? Why do you despise me

Chen Zhong said: "if he lost his life because of this, it would be a bad thing. Yuanqing, otherwise, you can talk to the old slave directly, ask him to come over, and send him to a place where he can eat

With a smile, Li Yuanqing motioned to Chen Zhong, drank all the wine in his glass, and said slowly, "elder brother, this kind of thing should do everything in human affairs and respect the destiny of heaven. Although Hong Qiang is old with me, he has not been spared the lives of the Han people. Whether he can live or not depends on his nature. "

Chen Zhong also understood Li Yuanqing's meaning and couldn't help laughing, "Yuanqing, this kind of thing, I still can't be as free and easy as you are. If I were an old friend, I must have been in trouble for a long time. However, the old slave really laid down his blood this time. Not only to give your own daughter, but also a real king of South Liaoning! Ha ha ha

When Li Yuanqing spoke to Hong Qiang just now, Chen Zhong was listening behind the screen next door. This is also Li Yuanqing's deliberate arrangement. After all, this kind of thing is also related to the overall situation. Chen Zhong's witness personally is more conducive to maintaining the relationship between the two brothers. On the other hand, this is Li Yuanqing's respect for Chen Zhong.

Li Yuanqing poured a glass of wine with a smile, slowly tasted it, and said with a smile: "the more the old slave paid, it means that he is not sure about taking us. Elder brother, in this battle, you and I do not want to be brilliant, but we must be solid and steady. "

Chen Zhong naturally understood what Li Yuanqing meant. The fat in his mouth is the real fat, which belongs to himself.

Otherwise, it's a waste of time, and there's a ball to use?

"Yuanqing, don't worry. Brother, I have a lot of patience

………

At this time, Hong Qiang also returned to the camp of the Houjin army. However, looking at the silent and ghostly camp, he could not help but dissipate most of the wine he had just drunk in Haizhou city.Although the dream is good, he still wants to return to reality.

At this time, it was almost midnight, but the old slave was not sleeping. He had been patiently waiting for the news from Hong Qiang.

After returning to the camp, Hong Qiang was directly taken to the old slave's tent without much barrier.

"Hongqiang, a slave, meet the sweat. Long live the sweat." Hong Qiang did not have time to think about it. When he entered the tent, he knelt down on the ground and bowed to the old slave respectfully.

In the later Jin Dynasty, ordinary people could not call themselves slaves. Only flag men who had joined the flag were qualified to call themselves slaves to their masters.

Because of Li Yuanqing's relationship, Hong Qiang was carried by the old slave to the flag of inlaid yellow flag, and became his "confidant".

At this time, the old slave was in a daze at the map hanging on the screen. After a long time, he regained his mind. A pair of turbid old eyes glanced at Hong Qiang, "how is the situation?"

The cold sweat on Hong Qiang's back was all seeping out, and he said in a hurry: "Dahan, Li Yuanqing, he seems not to accept our Dajin's surrender. However, he had a good attitude towards the slaves... "

Hong Qiang quickly narrated his experience in Haizhou city tonight to the old slave carefully.

The old slave could not help wrinkling his brows when he heard the speech. Looking at Hong Qiang's eyes, there was a sharp flash that couldn't be said. However, for a moment, the ruthlessness disappeared. He took a faint look at Hong Qiang and said, "you have worked hard. Go back to have a rest."

As soon as Hong Qiang was granted an amnesty, he felt like he was in vain. He kowtowed to thank him and quit the old slave's account.

Looking at Hong Qiang's departure, the old slave suddenly sneered, "Li Yuanqing, do you really think I can't help you?"

………

At daybreak the next day, Houjin began their bulldozing campaign, mainly concentrated in the west gate and the north gate.

However, it was too hot. At about ten o'clock, a large number of Mongolian laborers and slaves swarmed down to hide in the shade of the camp.

At the same time, it is necessary to build a large-scale attack on the city of beizhou without cutting down trees and equipment.

Although he had drunk a lot of wine last night, at this time, Li Yuanqing's spirit was excellent without any influence.

So is Chen Zhong.

This is also the foundation that a mature man must have.

The overseers Wei Liang and Zhang Qiliang also arrived here to inspect the situation in the early morning. After the Jin army besieged the city, even if Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong were there, they could not sleep too soundly.

"Yuanqing, I don't think I can hold my breath. According to their schedule, I'm afraid they can push the fortification to the lower part of our city in three or two days. " Chen Zhong looks at the houjinying tunnel in the distance.

At this time, although the sun is toxic, but the west gate side is in the backlight, there is a lot of cool, still cool, but after the afternoon, here is the direct sunlight.

Li Yuanqing nodded with a smile, "we've all hit Haizhou city. I can't help if I don't want to attack the city. However, looking at this, the harvest of the old slave in Mongolia is not much. "

Chen Zhong has long been a veteran general, and he certainly understands what Li Yuanqing means.

Today, although there are many Mongols in the Tui offensive in the later Jin Dynasty, the western gate and the north gate together make a full calculation, and there are only 5000 or 6000 people. The rest are all slaves of each banner.

Different from regarding the Han people as the enemy of life and death, the old slaves should be a little more tolerant towards the Mongols, but only slightly more than the Han people. It is impossible to expect the old slaves to give the Mongols too much dividend.

Even in the Horqin area, which is closest to the Houjin Dynasty, every few years, the men who are higher than the wheels are slaughtered quantitatively.

However, if the Han slaves came to push the earth, they could not have any rest time. Even if people were killed by the sun, they would die if they were exposed to the sun.

"Yuanqing, maybe dog Tartars are not as abundant as we think. Then... " Chen Zhong suddenly became smart.

Meanwhile, Wei Liang and Zhang Qiliang also responded.

Wei Liang said, "Chen Shuai, if the Tartars are short of food and grass, isn't it that they can't besiege us for too long?"

"Yes."

Zhang Qiliang also said, "spring ploughing has just passed a few days. If the stalemate goes on, it will not do much good to the old slaves. Isn't it... "

Li Yuanqing nodded with a smile, "I'm afraid I'm holding on. If we attack now, we may not have no chance of winning. However, there is no definite news from Mao Shuai, so we can't worry too much. Half a month. For half a month. When the Tartars attack the city, we will calculate the total account with them! "

Chen Zhong and the three also understood what Li Yuanqing meant.

Mao Wenlong was near the old village at this time. Although he only faced Huangtaiji, the deep mountains in the south of the old village were very dangerous, and Huang Taiji had many tricks. Now it is not sure what the situation is.

If the Ming army in Haizhou took the lead in launching an offensive against the main force of Houjin, even if it won the battle and defeated the main force of Houjin, I'm afraid it would not be a good thing. Once the latter Jin Dynasty divided its forces to destroy Mao Wenlong, no one could bear the result.What's more, with the strength of Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong, it is not a big problem to have a stalemate with the main force of the later Jin Dynasty, but if they take the initiative to attack, no one can be sure.

In the final analysis, due to the serious lack of mobility, even though the Ming army had an overwhelming advantage in firepower, the initiative in the war was still in the hands of the old slaves.

Li Yuanqing can only grasp the opportunity and play opportunity ball.

However, in terms of defense, let alone Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong, even Wei Liang and Zhang Qiliang have already had rich experience.

In front of the powerful firepower of the Ming army, the earth pushing offensive of the later Jin army is not worth mentioning at all.

In other words, although the main force of the latter Jin army approached Haizhou City, the real enemy of the Ming army in the city was not them, but the hot weather and a little thin supplies.