Chapter 39: Yao Qisheng

In the city of Fuzhou, the governor's yamen.

Wu Zhiping, who was in his fifties, paced back and forth, unable to break off in his heart.

The people in Fuzhou City have long been panicked.

The legend of the Rogue's army crushing the realm has long been spread. And the more it spreads, the more outrageous it becomes, first it was said that there were only 30,000 soldiers, then it was said that there were 100,000, and then it was said that there were 300,000, and now it has been spread to the 80 army outside, advancing by land and water.

For the figure of 800,000, Wu Zhiping will never believe it. But when Wu Zhiping thinks about it, Fujian is still a big province, and it is impossible to dare to fight with 20,000 or 30,000. Therefore, there must be about 100,000 thieves.

How many men did he command? Wu Zhiping is also very clear in his heart.

The roster is full of words, but as soon as Wu Zhiping proofreads it, all the idle people in the entire Fuzhou City are empty, and there is no other person, so they will fill it.

This is already the norm. A lot of helpers specialize in this.

Wu Zhiping also knows the inside story. How many people are really capable of fighting, 20,000? Ten thousand? Five thousand? Wu Zhiping felt that he didn't even have five thousand, how could he resist the enemy's army of 100,000.

"Dong Weng. I have a plan. I don't know if it will work or not. I'll just say it, Dong Weng will listen to it, but when I go out of this door, I won't admit it. A young man in his twenties said.

This young man is Yao Qisheng.

"Worry, when is it, just say it." Wu Zhiping said.

"I've seen Cao Ying's soldiers in Jiangnan." Yao Qisheng said: "At the beginning, the crowd was excited, raised their arms, there were hundreds of thousands of people, and I also participated in the period, but under the First World War, the army collapsed, and the Puyang River did not flow. You know what the strength of Fujian is, my lord. Now the only thing that can be relied on is the Zheng family, but the Zheng family is dominant, and the ship cannot go ashore. In a hurry, even if the gentry and soldiers were gathered, it was only the end of the collapse of the First World War. The situation in front of us is nothing more than two words: one war and one fall. ”

"If the grown-ups are elected." Yao Qisheng said: "Yao received the grace of the adult to save his life, so he naturally repaid him with death. Needless to say, it's just that if you want to choose to surrender, you have to think about it carefully. ”

Wu Zhiping's heart was shaken by his words.

Yao Qisheng looked at Wu Zhiping's uncertain face, and said secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, it is not what I expected." ”

The reason why Yao Qisheng was exiled in Fujian was also related to Zhang Xuan, Yao Qisheng was a member of the Shaoxing gentry defeated by Zhang Xuan, lest Zhang Xuan exhaust himself to the end, so he could only run south. After arriving in Fujian, he was bullied. Later, Wu Zhiping knew about it. Wu Zhiping saw that he was a fellow countryman, so he put him by his side as a master.

However, although Yao Qisheng is young, he is very chivalrous and knows the situation in Jiangnan very well. Wu Zhiping is a native of Shaoxing, and he often worries about what happens at home, and whenever there is news of Shaoxing, he asks Yao Qisheng to come

Explain.

Between this and the comings and goings, Yao Qisheng's views on military affairs were also relied on by Wu Zhiping.

After Yao Qisheng fled to Fujian in embarrassment, he paid attention to current affairs through Wu Zhiping's channels. General Cao Ying's rule over Jiangnan was gradually stabilized, and he also knew that Li Zicheng had captured Shanxi, and the capital was in front of him, so he came to a conclusion, that is, the Ming Dynasty's qi was exhausted.

Yao Qisheng has the heart to make contributions, Da Ming is not good, so he naturally votes for the master, originally he also wanted to support Wu Zhiping to take a hand, but after a long time, he found that Wu Zhiping was just a mediocre talent.

In fact, in his opinion, Li Zicheng's achievements should be above Luo Rucai, after all, from ancient times to the present, it has only been Zhu Hongwu once who has unified the north from the south. But he really couldn't reach Li Zicheng, so he just waited and saw for the time being, but now the situation made him unable to wait and see.

He was only in his early twenties, so he was unwilling to die for the Ming Dynasty.

If Wu Zhiping surrenders, wouldn't it be better for him to follow Wu Zhiping to naturally get a good position?

It's a shortcut to the south.

"Sorrow." Wu Zhiping said: "You are honest, if I surrender, what will King Wu do to me?" ”

Wu Zhiping's family is in Shaoxing, and Shaoxing is the jurisdiction of Cao Ying at the moment, so he doesn't have to worry much at all, the only thing he is worried about is his son Wu Erxun, who is in Beijing Hanlin Academy at the moment, and I am afraid that he will not be able to get out easily. But he gritted his teeth and said secretly in his heart: "Let's look at the present." I wrote a letter to the boss privately and told him to go south as soon as possible. ”

"My lord, I have understood, there has never been a local official in the places attacked by Cao Ying, as long as the adults surrendered. I dare to send Cao Ying to seek a position as a scholar for my lordship. Yao Qisheng already had this idea, how could he not think about it for Wu Zhiping.

"Shangshu?" Wu Zhiping's heart seemed to skip a beat.

Wu Zhiping knew that with his qualifications, he was already in the unspoken rules of the Ming Dynasty, and he would be a pension scholar in Nanjing at most when he was old, and it was more likely that he didn't even have this, and he went straight to Shi.

"Yes, Shangshu." Yao Qisheng said: "King Wu's command is different from the Ming court, King Wu is a scholar and a cabinet scholar, that is, the power of the auxiliary minister. ”

"Can that really be the case?" Wu Zhiping said.

The one who is in charge and doesn't want to climb up? If he can really be among the core decision-making level of Cao Ying, Wu Zhiping is really not afraid of surrender.

It is now more than February of the seventeenth year of Chongzhen.

Although the situation in the world is still chaotic, one thing has been confirmed by many people, that is, Beijing can no longer hold on. The more high-level officials are, the more they understand this. If Jiangnan is still in the hands of Daming, probably he will not be so desperate, if Chongzhen is Kennandu, it is not absolute whether he succeeds or not, but there must be opportunities.

And now Cao Ying and Chuang Ying have joined forces, almost dividing the world into two halves, and even the holy decree from Beijing to Fujian is intermittent.

In this way, Wu Zhiping's thinking has increased.

"Newspaper. My lord. A soldier said in a trembling voice, "The thief is coming, the thief is coming." ”

"So fast?" Wu Zhiping was so taken aback that he almost fell to the ground.

Yao Qisheng stepped forward to support Wu Zhiping and said, "My lord, either let's go and see Cao Ying's formation." ”

"Good. Good, good. Wu Zhiping said tremblingly.

Yao Qisheng immediately added men and horses to escort Wu Zhiping and him to the city.

It seems that because the outflow outside the city is coming, there is a lot of uproar, and there is no peace in the city of Fuzhou, so there are not many pedestrians on the street. The group hurriedly boarded the city.

Wu Zhiping seemed to be bent on seeing the movements of Cao Ying's soldiers and horses outside the city. But Yao Qisheng saw that he was paying attention to the soldiers guarding the city.

But seeing that there were scattered above the city, some of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, not many young and strong, and the artillery at the head of the city didn't know when, Yao Qisheng touched it lightly, and dropped a hand of iron slag.

There are a few good artillery pieces in the city of Fuzhou, but the naval guns that were salvaged by the British army at the beginning, that is, the Hongyi cannon, some of which were sent to the north, and some of which were left in Fuzhou, there are more than a dozen.

But even with such artillery, what use can it be with these old and weak people who fall down at the slightest blow in the city, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

"Surrender is really a good choice." Yao Qisheng said secretly in his heart.

"Rumble." The voice reached Yao Qisheng's ears.

I saw the smoke and dust billowing under the city, there was a feeling of covering the sky and the sun, more than 10,000 cavalry, almost 10,000 horses galloping, around the city wall of Fuzhou, swept by. A rain of arrows rained down on the city.

This rain of arrows was fast and urgent, and above the city, there was no need to be wary at all, and several were knocked down.

One of them died at Wu Zhiping's feet, and Wu Zhiping almost closed his breath. was supported by Yao Qisheng, so he didn't make a fool of himself.

"Listen, the people of the city." Yang Shenzu's voice came from afar, and said: "God has the virtue of a good life, you wait for the city to surrender, I will wait for the autumn without committing any crimes, and the official residence is in the original position." If it is stubborn, after the city is broken, the chickens and dogs will not be left. ”

"After the city is broken, there are no chickens and dogs left."

"After the city is broken, there are no chickens and dogs left."

A shout was better than a shout, and the sound seemed to turn into a substantive sound, shaking the city of Fuzhou.

For a time, the faces of the soldiers at the head of Fuzhou City were like earth. Wu Zhiping's last bit of luck was also frightened, he grabbed Yao Qisheng's hand with his backhand and said, "This matter depends on you, it all depends on you." ”

"Please rest assured, I will get this thing done." Yao Qisheng said.

Above the city, there are many people with mixed mouths, and it is difficult to explain in too much detail. Yao Qisheng immediately led Wu Zhiping down to the city and said.

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