"Hey, this kid!"

Xi Yingzhen looked at Zhu Wu who was far away, and then looked at the soldiers of the King of Han who seemed to be blocked by the door in front of him, shook his head and smiled.

"Kneel and kneel, who made you the king of Han now!"

He said a word in his heart, and knocked on the head of King Han's personal soldier before turning around.

"Silly boy, dare to stop your Daoist!"

The pro-soldier grinned.

Then, Xi Yingzhen walked out with his hands behind his back, like a complacent old man.

However, the moment he turned around, the smile on his face suddenly became a little elusive.

"Master, where are we going?"

At the gate of the Han Palace, Xiao Maoxiang has long been guarded. Xi Yingzhen never brought anyone by his side, except for him.

"Go home!" Xi Yingzhen still held his hands behind his back.

Their home is in the artisan workshop next to the west of the city, near the canal.

If you walk, it will take some time.

The old road is in front, Mao Xiang is behind, and the gate of the Han Wangfu is gradually left behind.

The sun spreads on the street corner, and the old and the young are like grandchildren walking around, which is extraordinarily peaceful.

But.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Just past the corner, Xi Yingzhen suddenly slumped and coughed violently.

It's a small, secluded alley.

A withered hand held on to the wall, coughing intensified, and the other hand covered his mouth.

The wrinkles on his face seem to have been carved into his face, sinking deeply.

In the alley, it seems to be an echo of his cough.

"Master!" Mao Xiang called out in a low voice, his eyebrows full of concern.

"Ahem, ahem, medicine!" The hand holding the wall reached out.

At all times, Mao Xiang carries a small box with him. Hearing this, he quickly took out a wax pill and a small wine jug from it.

Take the pill in your mouth and press it down with wine.

Xi Yingzhen leaned against the wall, panting slowly.

"Hah!" After a long time, the old man smiled miserably, "Ladies are afraid of being old, why aren't you afraid?" ”

After speaking, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

"Master!" Xiao Maoxiang suddenly cried, because he saw that the hand that Xi Yingzhen was covering his mouth just now had a shocking red in his fingers.

Xi Yingzhen turned his head and stiffened his face, "Don't say it!" ”

"Hmm!" Mao Xiang's face was full of tears, "Master, don't go." Shall I find you a carriage? ”

"Okay, let's go!" Xi Yingzhen leaned against the wall weakly.

Mao Xiang rushed away, Xi Yingzhen looked at the young man's energetic back and smiled silently.

"It's good to be young!" Silently thinking in his heart, he looked up at the sky, "God, if you can do it well, can you give me a few more years?" I'm not greedy, five years, five years. Let me finish writing what I should write, teach what I should teach, and finish what I need to do. That way, I don't have any regrets! ”

At his feet, a few newborn grasses and vines thrive in the sun.

The old man leaning against the wall is exceptionally old.

The shadow of the sunlight on the wall seemed to move somewhat.

Time is always a cycle.

After the finish line, everything goes to zero.

~~~~~~

"There are more than 40,000 soldiers and horses in the headquarters of Bahao Prefecture, and they have to get rid of the surrendered troops, eliminate the old Ruotuntian, and have 100,000 elite soldiers."

Among the 100,000 people, there are also a large number of Hu people, among which the Huai'an cavalry army and the Luzhou herdsmen are the most elite. According to a rough estimate, there are more than 30,000 people who can be mounted as cavalry. ”

"There is a minister Dong Luxiao for his use, responsible for tuntian, organizing the government to appease the people to cultivate, and collect grain, grass and food. Although the city of Huai'an is broken, the people are hungry, but the army and the people can live. The autumn harvest in Huaixi is imminent, and Dong Junxiao once said that this year can be passed. ”

"Dong Shuxiao has long been a high-ranking official of the Yuan Court, governing the local horses, managing the army, and managing the people, and is well versed in the way of governing the people, and he relies on eight bodies."

The blue letter was pinched in his hand, and Zhu Wu sat in the study, frowning and watching.

"He, it turned out that he didn't stand still, but slowly chased after him!"

In broad daylight, candles are lit in the house.

Zhu Wu slowly lit the letter, silently calculating in his heart.

"Going south is both a danger and an opportunity. He seized the opportunity, and Zhu Chongba also seized it. Not only has the strength doubled, but his Haozhou army has also been reborn. ”

What is the concept of 30,000 cavalry?

This is not a fake cavalry that can barely ride a horse, but a cavalry that can really get on horseback.

If it weren't for this detachment to the south, the waterways south of the Yangtze River would have been crisscrossed, and the cavalry would have no use.

If it weren't for his own fortified walls and clear the wilderness, he would have been in the camp step by step, sticking to Huai'an, and not fighting in the field before the Yuan army ran out of food.

If it weren't for the one who had taken off, he would have fainted with hunger.

If it weren't for Liao Yongan, he burned Huai'an.

Zhu Wu didn't dare to think about it.

I can't think about it.

On that day, outside the city of Hezhou, I encountered the first time I took off.

Those overwhelming cavalry, wantonly trampling on the soldiers of the Dingyuan army.

The tragic situation at that time, now that I think about it, Zhu Wu still has palpitations and a numb scalp.

With these cavalry, if it was in the north, Zhu Chongba would definitely be the first confidant of the Yuan court. Yuan Ting definitely didn't even beat Liu Futong, only him.

"Fortunately, he doesn't have a horse, and he can't afford to keep a horse now!"

Zhu Wu smiled, but there was a bit of self-deprecation in his smile.

The present is not indicative of the future.

These 30,000 can be used as cavalry soldiers, which is not only a great disaster for the Yuan court, but also a great disaster for Zhu Wu.

"He has today, although he has his own reasons why he has never been a killer. But in the final analysis, it was he Zhu Chongba who didn't give up. No matter how far I went, he was always silently hibernating, waiting for an opportunity, silently accumulating strength. In the end, it is the original place of destiny! ”

Zhu Wu smiled self-deprecatingly again.

In the smile, there is a little ruthlessness.

But these are not the main thing, the most important thing, in this war, Zhu Chongba's subordinates have the talent to govern civil affairs.

Dong Junxiao!

Without this person, the original Haozhou Army was just a group of bandits who could restrain it.

No matter how strong Zhu Chongba is, no one will help him in civil affairs, and he will not be able to turn the sky.

Fighting a war is never just a matter of the battlefield.

But now, Dong Junxiao is managing civil affairs, harvesting in the autumn of Tuntian, grasping military discipline, logistics, and resuming production.

If there is no Dong Junxiao, Huai'an City plus the surrounding areas, it is more than 100,000 mouths, which is enough for Zhu Chong's eight headaches.

When I wanted to make him anxious, Nanjing gave him a little sweetness to make him starving. Then it crossed between the imperial court and Nanjing, as a barrier.

But now, give them time, with Zhu Chongba's forbearance temperament, no matter how poor Huaixi is, it is still a strong force.

"Pick him up now?"

A thought slowly rose in Zhu Wu's mind.

Zhu Chongba's cognition of Zhu Wu is right, his brother, the so-called benevolence and righteousness are only for himself. When there is no threat, he looks like he is thinking of his old feelings. But with the threat, Zhu Wu immediately showed his fangs.

But in fact, Zhu Chongba's cognition is also wrong.

For him, Zhu Wu is complicated.

Not to talk about brotherhood, Zhu Chongba, who founded the Ming Dynasty in Zhu Wu's heart, is a hero.

No matter what he did later, his merits outweighed his demerits. Worthy of admiration, worthy of awe, worthy of respect.

It is worthy of being remembered and commemorated.

This is also the reason why Zhu Wu can do it several times, but he is not ruthless.

But now, Zhu Wu is really a little tempted.

After all, under the nose, raising tigers is a problem!

The blue letter turned to ashes, and Zhu Wu stood up and walked to the huge map hanging on the wall.

"Haozhou?"

"Luzhou?"

"Huai'an?"

Behind Liu Futong, in front of Zhu Wu, and in the middle of the Yuan court's southward journey.

, Zhu Chongba's area is not small, but it is actually a cage, the cage that locks up this tiger.

But if the tiger grows up, the cage may not be able to hold it!

Find you another cage?

Or will it strangle you?

Zhu Wu tapped the map gently, "Brother Chong, what should I do with you?" ”

Now Zhu Wu, the thing he thinks about is not as simple as killing or not killing.

As the lord of the Han Dynasty, what he has to consider is gain and loss.

"Daddy!"

Outside the door, Zhu Yu shouted quietly.

"Who's coming?" Zhu Wu knew that someone should be coming, otherwise Zhu Yu would not have come.

"Mr. Guan from the north, waiting to see you outside the door!"

Zhu Wu turned his head, "Please let him in!" ”

Outside the door, Zhu Yu's footsteps slowly dissipated. A moment later, the footsteps rang out again.

"Zhu ~~ King Han!"

Mr. Kwan bowed, much more solemnly than before.

"How is the gentleman living in Nanjing? I've been busy these days, so I haven't found time to see you! ”

For this person, Zhu Wu also has a little respect in his heart.

Because Mr. Guan's wish is to follow Huo Hussar's example and go on an expedition outside the Saiwai.

"Nanjing is prosperous, naturally live well!"

In addition to Zhu Wu's chair in the study, there is only one round stool.

Mr. Guan and Zhu Wu sat down separately.

"Actually, I have something I want to discuss with King Han?"

Borrowing food? Or borrow money?

Zhu Wu didn't just look at his own one-third of an acre, but also paid special attention to the news from the north.

Liu Futong's life was not very good, and he lost Baturu to hold on to Kaifeng, and Chahan attacked on the flank.

Since the beginning of the army, the cities occupied by the northern red turbans have changed hands repeatedly.

If he speaks, it is for money. It's not that you can't borrow it, with them in the north, the south will be much more stable.

So, Zhu Wu opened his mouth and smiled, "What's the matter, sir?" We're all old friends, so you might as well speak up! ”

Mr. Guan looked at Zhu Wu and said, "I want to buy a cannon!" ”