January, twenty-two.

Only one day later, early the next morning, Song Yingxing took his two sons to bathe and change clothes, carried a bundle, and ten pieces of bacon came to meet Zhu Shun.

There were not many people watching the ceremony, the three elders of the West Fa Party and Zhu Shun, as well as a few elders of the Song family, and there were no others.

Zhu Shun sat on the Taishi chair in the main hall, drank the tea of the two disciples, accepted the two world-class geniuses, and gave a mathematical manuscript to the eldest Song Shihui and a logical manuscript to the second Song Shiyi.

The West French people who were watching the ceremony on the side, all of them had envious expressions, and Sun Yuanhua said even more sourly, Lao Song can be developed now.

When the West French received the invitation yesterday, they had already read the junior high school mathematics textbooks and knew what kind of genius Zhu Shun was.

In the future, the value of these two manuscripts will basically be equivalent to the Analects written by Confucius himself, although the Analects was not written by Confucius, and this is almost the same meaning.

The two brothers, Song Shihui and Song Shiyi, did not want these two manuscripts, and the two brothers listened to the teacher Zhu Shun describe the seven basic subjects.

The eldest Song Shihui wanted the original manuscript of life science, and the second Song Shiyi wanted the original manuscript of physics, and Zhu Shun had a general understanding of the future direction of the two from this incident, so he agreed.

After the apprenticeship ended, the West French people hurriedly went back to continue their research, and instead of eating here, they hurried back one by one.

Song Yingxing knew that the living conditions of the Zhu family were not very good, so he took the initiative to order a table of wine banquet in the Green Ant Building and sent it here.

Halfway through the meal, the blind man rushed back from outside the city and reported the situation outside the city.

Zhu Shun listened to his report and didn't let him go, so he let the blind man sit and eat together.

Hu Blind is not an outsider, he picked up a Dongpo elbow and began to gnaw violently, and kept pouring wine: "Hehe, I finally let Lao Hu catch me." ”

"Lao Zhu, you don't know how much I have suffered outside during this time."

Zhu Zhongyi, the general banner, tore off a goose leg and stuffed it into the mouth of the blind man: "I have survived the most difficult time back then, so don't complain about this little thing." ”

Hu Blind's words were said to Zhu Shun, and he was suddenly exposed, hehe, hey, hey, continue to eat Haisai there.

The period of lurking outside Wang Gong's factory was indeed nothing compared to going deep into the Jurchen hinterland before.

Zhu Shun was serving delicious food and drink at home, but Chongzhen was not in a good mood to eat and drink, and he had not eaten water and rice for a day.

Chongzhen stood at the towering head of the capital, looking out of the city expressionlessly.

Because of two things, the first thing is that according to the report of the night harvest and the Tang horse, the Jurchens and the Mongol Tatars actually destroyed the fertility of the land outside the city.

So far, the fields with high-quality water next to the river have been irrigated, and the middle fields that are farther away have been destroyed, and only the largest number of fields remained, but not much food was grown.

The second thing, which is also the one thing that Chongzhen is most concerned about, is second only to Yuan Chonghuan in the Liaodong border army, and it is also the Man Gui used to suppress Yuan Chonghuan after Mao Wenlong's death.

It has been three days since he went out of the city to attack the Jurchen camp, and he can come back in two days at the latest according to the plan, after all, the Jurchen camp is not far away, and with the foot strength of the cavalry under Man Gui, he can fight back and forth in half a day.

There are still many general soldiers in the Liaodong border army who can fight well, Cao Wenzhao, Zu Dashou, Huang Degong, etc., but they are all descendants of Yuan Chonghuan and cannot be used to suppress Yuan Chonghuan.

Just when Chongzhen wanted to go out of the city in person, a cavalry soldier under the command of Man Gui rushed to the city tower covered in blood: "Ask the emperor to save the master, the master was ambushed by Dolgon and Mang Gurtai." ”

"The more than 3,000 cavalry troops brought out have suffered more than half of the casualties, and they can't hold on for long."

Chongzhen didn't dislike the blood-stained cavalry army, and helped him up with his own hands: "In which direction." ”

The cavalry who fought their way out of the encirclement had already been seriously injured, and with the spirit of conveying the news, they had survived until now, pointed in the direction of the new Wang Gongchang, tilted their heads, and died in front of Chongzhen.

Chongzhen's noble Son of Heaven palm stroked the bloody face of the cavalry, and helped the dead cavalry close his eyes: "Bury him." “

There was no time to wipe his hands, Chongzhen looked at all the generals in the Beijing camp: "Who is going to rescue the Manchu general soldiers." ”

After Chongzhen said this, he thought that the generals of the Beijing camp would rush out, but the embarrassing thing was that the generals of the Beijing camp were all pretending to be deaf and dumb, and no one took the initiative to stand up.

The generals of the Beijing camp are basically the descendants of those nobles, and they have not fought for many years, and they have long been corrupted.

In order to curry favor with those famous prostitutes in the "Yandu Prostitute Preface", some even openly brought famous prostitutes to the barracks, and treated the sergeants under them as tricks, and performed military formations for famous prostitutes.

The Jingying is completely corrupted from the inside out, and it is better to let the eunuchs under Wang Chengen go out of the city to fight if they don't even dare to kill chickens.

Chongzhen's face, which was always expressionless, rarely showed anger, and he couldn't wait to slaughter these noble young masters who were slaughtered for vegetarian meals.

But now they have to be counted on to defend the city, so they can only promise heavy benefits: "The official who saved the full gui was promoted to one level." ”

Not to mention that the official is promoted to one level, that is, the official is promoted to the third level, these noble young masters dare not go out of the city, it is a Jurchen who kills people without blinking, and when they go out, they are obviously going to die.

Chongzhen looked at the meritorious young masters who were still pretending to be deaf and dumb, and the palms hidden in the cuffs suddenly clenched into fists, and said word by word: "Official-promotion-two-level." ”

The chief and deputy commanders in charge of the first guard, the official has been promoted to two levels, and he is the governor, and it has come to an end.

The entire Ming Dynasty was only a governor of Yuan Chonghuan, or because Yuan Chonghuan wanted to fight against the Jurchens in Liaodong, there was really no way to reward a governor.

Whoever goes to rescue Man Gui and is named the governor of Beizhili is equivalent to mastering all the armies such as the twelve guards of the pro-army and the three battalions of the capital.

The high status and the weight of authority have almost equaled the head of the cabinet.

But even so, none of the noble young masters stood up, the monstrous power is tempting, and they are afraid that they will not be able to enjoy this power.

Who is Man Gui, he is one of the most brave generals in Liaodong, and when he left the city, he also brought more than 3,000 skilled cavalry with bows and horses.

It's not folded in the hands of the Jurchens, just with these young masters whose bodies have long been hollowed out by wine and wealth, and those young master soldiers, they are going to die when they go out of the city.

Chongzhen said everything to this, and none of these young masters said anything, and the fists that were clenched so hard that their nails sank into the flesh.

Wisps of blood flowed out of the clenched fists and ticked on the cold wind howling in the city.

Wang Chengen hurriedly took a few eunuchs to block Chongzhen, so as not to let the young masters see the blood flowing from the wide cuffs.

Just when Chongzhen was in despair, he suddenly heard Wang Chengen shouting: "Look at the emperor, it seems to be Zhu Zhongyi, the general flag of Wang Gongchang." ”

Chongzhen turned his head abruptly and looked out of the city.

A small group of sergeants, numbering only about fifty people, climbed down the rope to the bottom of the city, and under the leadership of a lame man, walked in the direction of Xinwang Gongchang.

Walk away in silence.

Chongzhen, who was infected by this heroic spirit, smashed his fist on the blue brick at the head of the city: "The city is full of nobles, but it is not as good as a small general flag." ”

Of course, Zhu Zhongyi, the general banner who went out of the city, was not to rescue Man Gui, and they did not stay in the city, how did they know that Man Gui was ambushed in Xinwang Gongchang.

Zhu Zhongyi, the general banner, took fifty old brothers out of the capital, not for anything else, but to escort Zhu Shun to ignite the massive amount of gunpowder in Wang Gong's factory.

As for whether to be afraid or not.

Born in the border army, they always remember what Inspector Yuan said, Wufu died from the horse leather shroud, and he died a well-deserved death.

Old age dying on the sickbed? When you go underground, don't blame the overseer, I won't take you to continue to slaughter the Jurchen barbarians underground.

The capital is not far from Xinwang Gongchang, but now the city is full of Eight Banner soldiers and Mongolian Tartars who come and go like the wind, and the number is not large, and they are all small groups of small groups.

For the bureaucratic squires who went out of the city to make meritorious deeds and become hereditary uncles, it should be said that it was extremely difficult for their families.

Even with the help of the new bird gun, killing a soldier of the Eight Banners or a Mongolian Tartar often costs the loss of more than thirty family members.

The bureaucrats and squires finally knew what kind of fierce army the Liaodong border army was facing, and why they spent so much money on the border army every year, but it was still ten to one battle losses.

Those bureaucrats and squires who were sitting at home drinking tea and tasting flowers stood on the head of the city and saw the fierceness of the Jurchen Eight Banners and the Mongol Tatars, and suddenly felt that the battle damage of ten to one was not the number falsely reported by the border army generals.

Twenty to one.

With the flintlock pistol, the general banner of the second generation of firearms, Zhu Zhongyi, was very handy in dealing with a small group of Jurchen Eight Banners and Mongol Tatars of a dozen or so people.

Waves of continuous volleys pushed to death one after another small groups of Eight Banners and Mongolian Tartars, and with a proud record of zero casualties, they escorted Zhu Shun to a small hill near Xinwang Gongchang.

The fire rope has long been buried on the small hill, and it is still a new type of fire rope made by Zhu Shun himself, which is difficult to extinguish even if it is watered.

Zhu Zhongyi, the general banner, has been in the frontier for so many years, and they are very good at hiding traces, and they are soon hidden tightly on the small hills, and they cannot be found unless it is a carpet search.

Zhu Shun, who was lying in the dry grass, took out a clairvoyant mirror from his arms, which was temporarily borrowed from the Francophone merchant Ruvio.

Hu Blind also has one in his hand, and he is also watching the movements of the new Wang Gongchang: "Zhangchang, look at it." ”

"That Jurchen wearing blue armor and a blue-tasseled pointed helmet is definitely a big fish."