"Why? Why? ”

Chen Tianping looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, but he felt a biting cold on his body, and he couldn't stop shivering.

"Lord, Lord!"

The white-haired Pei Boqi tried hard to support Chen Tianping and called in a low voice.

"It's over! Finished! It's all over! Chan's is finished! ”

Looking at Chen Tianping, who was unconsciously muttering and whispering, as if he had lost his mind, Huang Zicheng shook his head, he raised his hand and beckoned an official, and ordered: "Call the official's coachman to come over and send Chen Gongzi and Mr. Pei back!" ”

"Yes!"

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Pei Boqi poked his head out of the car and said in a low voice, "My lord, why is this?" ”

"Alas!" Huang Zicheng looked around, then approached the carriage and said in a low voice: "Now my Ming Dynasty is making every effort to conquer the Japanese invaders, and the 200,000-strong army is on an expedition across the sea, costing countless money and food every day; And Mongolia in the north is about to move, intending to go south, Your Majesty has been struggling these days for food and soldiers! ”

"You want hundreds of thousands of troops at once, and you have to be stationed for a year, and even if you want our army to have a war with Hu Jiyak, how can Your Majesty agree?"

"But, but," Pei Bo's anxious beard was trembling, "we really don't have a better way!" ”

"Mr. Pei, you go back first, Chen Gongzi, you can comfort him, I can understand His Majesty's difficulties, and I hope you can understand, in another year or two, after sweeping away the Japanese and conquering Mongolia, this official will definitely persuade His Majesty to help Chen Gongzi restore the country!"

A year or two?

Pei Boqi smiled bitterly, shook his head, sighed, and lowered the curtain.

With the whip of the coachman, the carriage turned the horse's head and ran in the direction of Chang'an Avenue.

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"Okay, you guys go down, the old man can just watch it!"

"Yes!"

After the maid retreated, Pei Boqi sat on the edge of the bed and whispered, "Lord! Lord! ”

"Well, I heard you!"

Chen Tianping slowly opened his eyes, although his eyes were blank, revealing a kind of confusion, but there was no panic and despair as others imagined, he sighed slightly, and said in a low voice: "Pei Lao, things are a little difficult to handle!" I didn't expect Emperor Ming to be reluctant to send troops! ”

"Yes! I didn't expect it either, but Mingguo does have difficulties, I'm afraid it's powerless! ”

"Alas! Maybe! Chen Tianping seemed to be a little speechless, but in the end he didn't say it.

Pei Boqi looked at the door, then turned around and whispered: "Lord, tomorrow I will continue to go to the Ministry of Rites and ask Huang Shangshu to see if there is a turnaround?" ”

"Well, I'm getting old for my hard work!"

"Nothing, that's the only thing I can do! Childe, rest well! ”

While speaking, Pei Boqi tucked the corners of the quilt for Chen Tianping, then got up and gave a salute, turned around and walked out.

Chen Tianping closed his eyes tiredly, but he recalled Huang Zicheng's words in his mind, feeling that he had grasped something, but after thinking about it carefully, he had no clue.

"Alas!"

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Tongliao, is a small city outside the Saiwai, built by the veteran Wuding Marquis Guo Ying in the sixth year of Jianwen, guarding the throat of the Mongolian Plateau to the Northeast Plain.

Li Yuan, the commander of Jilin Province, inspected the city of Tongliao at least once a month, and at the same time paid close attention to the construction of the railway from Siping to Tongliao.

Because the railway has not yet been completed, there are not many troops stationed in Tongliao, only about 8,000 people, of which about 5,000 are cavalry, and the rest are infantry, and there are almost no people in the city, only some military households and merchants.

The chief general of Tongliao is a colonel, named Mo Tingyuan, who is Li Yuan's favorite general, and is Chinese New Year's Eve one year old today.

Mo Tingyuan's father is a Qianhu in Shenyang Zhongwei and is a Jurchen, but by Mo Tingyuan's generation, he has been completely sinicized, and he is no different from the Han people in terms of living habits, conversation, reading and writing.

According to the military law of the Ming Dynasty, when the grass turns yellow, it is the season when the border army goes out of the fortress and burns the wasteland.

Burning the land was the most effective means to stop the Mongol army from moving south.

Although the Mongol army does not need to carry grain and grass to fight, it needs to carry a large number of cattle and sheep as a source of food, and cattle and sheep are meant to eat grass, so as long as you burn the pasture within a radius of 100 miles, then you can sleep quietly, and the Mongols will not come, unless it wants to starve itself.

After entering August, the grasslands around Tongliao began to wither and yellow, and Mo Tingyuan immediately ordered his men to go out to cut the grass to prepare for the winter, and at the same time prepare to burn the famine to prevent the Mongols from moving south.

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"There is a situation! Close the gates and ring the bells to warn! ”

The smoke and dust rose in the northwest, and Mo Tingyuan, who was patrolling the city, suddenly changed color, and he immediately realized that it was a large force of cavalry approaching, this could not be his own people, it must be the Mongolian cavalry.

Soon, some Ming cavalry appeared on the horizon, they were desperately fighting horses, and behind them, there were black cavalry that obscured the horizon.......

Mo Tingyuan took a closer look in the binoculars, and immediately ordered: "Light the beacon fire and ask Lord Dusi for help!" ”

"Yes!"

Wolf smoke rises, hovers in the air, and drifts northeast.

Seeing the wolf smoke, the pursuing cavalry subconsciously sped up, and the Ming cavalry fought desperately.

Approaching the city wall, the cavalry of the Ming army followed the guidance of the banner and walked around the city, and at the same time, the guns and cannons at the head of the city rang out to cover it.

In the sound of gunfire, the pursuing cavalry in the front row fell one after another, and the cavalry in the back row tightened their reins, and the war horses neighed, and then turned their heads and drove to the side in hatred.

On the ground, a desolate sound of bull's horn resounded in the sky, and a large group of cavalry appeared at the end of the grassland, the leading cavalry held a large chakra representing the Great Khan, and the cavalry in front of it spread out to both sides like a knife cut, protecting the wings of Daxu.

"What do you think, son-in-law?" Xiangyuan Khan, the earth protection slave held a horsewhip, carefully observed Tongliao City for a while, and then turned to the Eseku beside him, and exclaimed.

"Great Khan," said Eseku, bowing slightly on his horse, "the Ming army is well-equipped and well-trained, and the two thousand cavalry outside the city are surrounded by our ten thousand cavalry, and they can even fight their way out of a bloody way and escape hundreds of people; At this moment, our army has surrounded Tongliao City, and there is no panic in the city, and there is silence, which makes people unable to understand the depths, and they have to be more careful. ”

"Well, what the virtuous son-in-law said is very true."

Di Baonu nodded, then was silent for a while, and said: "But no matter what, Tongliao City must be defeated, it is only more than a thousand miles away from our hinterland Hulunbuir, and it only takes three or five days for a fast horse to gallop, and we Mongolians can't live under this threat." ”

"Son-in-law, let's do a division of labor!"

"I'm responsible for attacking Tongliao City, and you're responsible for cutting off the retreat of Tongliao City and blocking the reinforcements of the Ming army?"

"......" Eseku groaned slightly, and arched his hand: "Obey the orders of the Great Khan." ”

"Then it's hard work!"

Jibaonu nodded.

Eseku glanced at the young woman beside him and said softly, "Samur, you just stay here and take good care of Jeddah!" ”

"Well, I will, you have to be as careful as possible, the Ming army should not be underestimated!"

"Don't worry!" Esekul smiled, hugged Samur lightly, and turned to his horse and drove east, with the endless Varat Iron Rider behind him.

Samur looked at her husband's back, his face full of concern.

"Samur, don't worry too much, the cavalry under the command of Eseku is close to 50,000, there should be no problem."

"I know," Samur suddenly turned his head and looked at the dibaonu, "Uncle, don't forget our agreement!" ”

"Of course not," Dibaonu smiled, "Uncle will soon be fifty, and he will no longer be able to extend the heirs for the Golden Family, so you can rest assured." Before the expedition, didn't my uncle already establish that Jeddah was the heir of Ben Khan in front of everyone? ”

"In the future, he will be the Great Khan of all Mongolia, because of him, the Warat and the Golden Family will be united, and at that time," Dibaonu looked at the sky, and there was a hint of fascination in his eyes: "We Mongols will once again enter the Central Plains and dominate China!" ”

"Well, Xie Da Khan!"

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