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Chapter 34 The Storm Is Coming

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    General He Shen, the two supervising troops, and General Jiang Jiang, who stayed behind in the local area, came to Bichun camp after inspecting the three cities.  Bi Chun was in charge of the army, but it was only under his jurisdiction temporarily, so he was not as docile as other generals.

    Last night there was another food shortage in the Bichun camp. This general He Shen only cared about his direct descendants having food and drink, but he ignored him. If Yang Yicheng hadn't generously released the food, his soldiers would still be hungry  His stomach is full, so he has a bit of grudge in his heart, and when he sees General He Shen, his expression is also indifferent.

    General He Shen didn't take it seriously, inspected the defense of the camp, and was about to go to Sun Dazhong's camp, when the army scouts had already chased him to Bichun camp.  He Shenjiang had just left Bi Chun's big tent at this time, received the urgent military report, went back, and opened the papers by the light.

    The military letter was sent by the General Military Office. After reading the urgent military report, General He Shen passed the letter to the generals, and walked up and down in the big tent by himself, his face was cloudy and full of frustration.

    It turns out that this time, Boyanmeng, the little Tatar prince, gathered a total of 20,000 troops from various tribes to riot more than a dozen post stations along the border.  Its strategy does not intend to fight for a long time. In fact, since Ming Chengzu's five expeditions to Tatar and Oala, the foreign races outside the Great Wall have not recovered their vitality.

    After the beacon fire sent the message, several groups of troops from Daming came out together, and the Huailai group was the last one to arrive because the road was blocked due to heavy snow.  As for the other two armies, before the Tatars captured Zhuolu, the army of the general Shimaying on the North Road had arrived. There were about 5,000 enemy troops. They only robbed a few villages along the road and fled in panic.  He was ambushed again by the guerrilla general Ge Wei and suffered heavy losses. The remaining army was only 3,000.

    The little prince Boyan Mengke led 10,000 Tatar cavalry to attack Chixian, and they had already conquered three small towns. General Weiguang of the South Road, guerrilla general Yang Jialong, and Chixian garrison Wang Chengxian joined forces with 10,000 troops to fight against them.  There are winners and losers, and they are in a stalemate.

    However, in the early hours of this morning, the little prince's army suddenly retreated in two groups. General Wei Guang led his ranks to chase after him. One of them fled to the north, while the other had disappeared.  The two armies regained the lost posts and at the same time looked for opportunities to injure the enemy.

    Although General Yongning saved the Jiming Station, his record was far from that of his two colleagues. Moreover, he understood the enemy's combat intentions from the letter, and realized that the Tatar army had no backup yesterday, and also had no support.  The meaning of love to fight, at that time, he failed to seize the opportunity to make great achievements, so it is inevitable to feel annoyed at this time.

    Ye Yushi's face was extremely ugly after reading the military book. He was afraid of being questioned, so he said first: "Our army has just arrived, and we don't know the enemy's situation.  When looking for the enemy's trace, take the initiative to fight!"

    Eunuch Liu nodded yes, and said: "Our army did not pursue today, and the Tartars may not have escaped far without knowing our army's details. Tomorrow, by catching them by surprise, great achievements can be easily achieved."

    Bi Chun thought for a while and said: "My lord, the two supervisors, the Tartars are better at field warfare than our army, and besides, there are two guerrilla generals in Zhuolu and Chixian, and our army is not comparable in number.  The enemy army is in the upper hand, and there are many mountain roads ahead, which is not conducive to the pursuit of the army. I think that ".

    Yushi Ye interrupted him and said: "Now the enemy's situation is clear, and it is time to pursue the victory, so that the Tartars dare not underestimate our Ming army's might. General Bi said so, but are you timid and afraid of fighting?"

    Bi Chun rolled his triangular eyes, his heart was extremely angry, he took a breath, his face was livid and he said nothing, but he cursed in his heart: "When I want to take advantage of the victory, you said that I am greedy for success, now I don't want to chase  Now, you said that I am cowardly and fearful of fighting, a literati who should be beheaded!"

    Jiang Bin recalled that the letter mentioned that about 5,000 people from the two fleeing armies in Chi County were missing, and he couldn't help but feel moved, but then he thought that if the Tartars wanted to escape, they should also flee to the north, and never ran east to Huailai to die.  The truth, so the words came to his lips and swallowed back.

    General He Shen glanced at Bi Chun, and said with a smile, "Bidusi came from the south, so he didn't know the geography and the enemy's situation, so I can't blame him. The mountain road is indeed difficult, but because of the difficult mountain road, the Tartar cavalry is not good.  Show off. My subordinates are all locals and are familiar with the terrain here, and when the army sets out tomorrow, my troops from the headquarters will be the vanguard."

    Bi Chun sneered and said nothing: This is because he knew that the Tartars were retreating, and wanted his direct descendants to seize military merit.  General He Shen ignored his expression, gearing up, he immediately summoned all the generals to come to the Bichun military camp, and began to discuss the matter of dispatching troops tomorrow.

    Yang Ling returned to the post office and temporarily lived in Ma Yicheng's daily office. The room was small and the outer hall was small, but there was also a plaque hanging above the desk.  In the back of a small room for temporary rest, a Kang takes up two-thirds of the space.A row of heavy pear wood cabinets.

    It was the first time Yang Ling slept alone since he came to this world.  Tonight, there is no Han Youniang lying on the kang head with her fragrant cheeks to chat with him, so she can't fall asleep in vain.  Yang Ling couldn't help laughing wryly, this little girl has such magical powers, unconsciously, she even manipulated her emotions, making her worry about gains and losses like a little boy in first love.

    Thinking of the young girl, his body is warm, and his heart is as sweet as honey. Since the last kiss, the little girl seems to have tasted the sweetness. Although she didn't dare to ask for a kiss, she got on the kang  He would never rush into the bed and wrap himself up so that only his hair was exposed. He would always lie on the bed of the kang and look at him smilingly with those big black grape-like eyes.

    That girl, she didn't know that she just showed her shoulders in coarse cloth underwear, and her immature and pure appearance, like a shy little flower, already contained infinite attractiveness.  God is sorry, Yang Ling already felt that he might turn into a moonlight wolf at any time.

    Yang Ling is becoming less and less confident in his own control. He doesn't know what he is still insisting on. The beautiful image of the young lady has filled his heart. Selfishly speaking, his feelings for the young lady have grown from pity and love at the beginning to deep love now.  Deep love, great role as her guide to happiness, the idea of ??sending her into the arms of others has long been thrown out of the sky by him.

    But for Zhan to have her, let the young mother completely become his own person, he is also more and more afraid.  Because of the initial hesitation, he felt that he had wasted too much time and didn't know how much time he had left to live.  It's like a gambler, when he gambles to the last bit of capital in his hand, the strong feeling of worrying about gains and losses makes him dare not make this last bet lightly.

    Shaking his head, shaking away the sour and sweet feeling, he opened a cabinet.  After Ma Yicheng's death, his bunch of keys was also handed over to Yang Ling.  In the afternoon, Yang Ling came here to work and made a joke. There are four cabinets in a row on the kang cabinet, each of which is locked with four strange copper locks.

    The shapes are dog, horse, shrimp and fish.  Yang Ling took a lot of effort to unlock the copper dog and the copper horse. The copper shrimp couldn't be opened even if the key was bent, so he had to blushing and call in a small official to come in and help.  The shrimp-shaped lock is not twisted, but hooked outward.

    The last fish lock, according to the little official, is because the fish does not keep its eyes closed at night, and even sleeps with its eyes open, so the use of a fish lock means that it is always guarded. This must be the cabinet where the most important documents are placed.  This lock is also very strange, the key is inserted in the right hole, and after turning it, it has to be pushed in again to open it.

    At that time, Yang Ling hurriedly found Yin Huan, stamped a few urgent official documents, and ran back to the mourning hall. The cabinet was unlocked. At this time, he opened the copper fish locker, and saw that the letters inside were all dead.  When the seal was opened, there was a strange fish beside the wax seal.

    Yang Ling pulled the Kang table closer, turned on the wick of the vegetable oil lamp, and glanced around by the light.  After only reading a few letters, Yang Ling realized that this must be information from the Jinyiwei system.

    ?The information not only includes some private matters of officials, but also folk customs, and even land harvests, weather droughts and floods, which can be described as varied and inclusive.

    Yang Ling didn't expect that Jinyiwei's intelligence network was so large, and the target of collecting information was not only the loyalty of officials. If such a huge intelligence network is used well, then the rulers of the Ming court can get first-hand and the most detailed information in all aspects.  , The most real situation, how important this is to governing the country.  It's a pity that I don't seem to have heard of any good deeds done by Jin Yiwei in the Ming Dynasty.

    Flipping through it casually again, Yang Ling was stunned holding a letter from half a month ago. This letter stated that this winter, there was a lot of snow outside the customs, many tribes froze to death countless cattle and sheep, and some small tribes had no survival.  The frequent contact between the various tribes may be detrimental to Ming Dynasty.

    Yang Ling smiled wryly thinking about this letter. It's a pity that these secret agents who were ordered to lurk in foreign lands and work hard. I am afraid that all kinds of information from all over the country will be collected in Beijing. The top management of Jinyiwei only care about what they are interested in, and most of the information will be given away.  No one cares about Gaoge. If competent officials had noticed this information earlier, wouldn¡¯t the people in the border towns have fewer disasters?

    After feeling for a long time, Yang Ling suddenly burst out laughing: I am just a small postman, and here he sighs and sighs worrying about the country and the people, so what impact can he have on this huge empire?  It¡¯s so lofty, it¡¯s better to be down-to-earth, to be able to take good care of the one you love, and to do your part. Can you push the tide of history by yourself?

    Early the next morning, it snowed again.  Yang Ling stood on the porch with his sleeves rolled up, admiring the snowfall in the sky.  The snow at that time was whiter than that of later generations, and the snowflakes were also in large flakes, floating in front of our eyes, which looked crystal clear at first glance.  Yang Ling stretched out a hand, and caught a few falling snowflakes. The snowflakes melted in his hand, and it was too late to see its beauty clearly.

    ? Yang Ling sighed regretfully, just as he shook off the snow from his palm, a delicate voice sounded at the end of the corridor: "My husband!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)?I can't wait to see its beauty.

    ? Yang Ling sighed regretfully, and just as the snow fell from his palm, a delicate voice sounded at the end of the corridor: "My husband!" (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com
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