In the far north of the Korean Peninsula, Iron Mountain, in the red-hot coals, Mao Jue can be regarded as maintaining a paradise where everyone has food and clothing, and at the same time, Beizhili, the prosperous heart of the Ming Empire, has been killed into a sea of corpses and blood.

Drops of bright red liquid flowed down the freshly turned earth, ticking, ticking, and when the third drop fell on the ground, the thirsty earth could not drink the luscious liquid, and the droplet-shaped droplets of ice slid down a patch of reddish ice, and then no new liquid dripped down.

Further up, it was a middle-aged sergeant's dusty bearded face, and a hideous knife mark cut the farmer's face in half, and the blood had frozen at this time, leaving only the frozen white eyes looking forward blankly.

Boom~

Suddenly, the body that had hardened trembled violently, but the price of this time the light was extremely large, an arm flew out with a knife, and a little blood fell to the ground, and the huge horseshoe prints fell on the original arm, and a Liaodong horse galloped back hurriedly with its bearded master.

However, this fallen soldier still witnessed a glorious scene, the upside-down Houjin banner also followed the cavalry to whisk over him, followed by the eight banners of this Yan banner defeated the horse, I don't know how many eight banner soldiers with pigtails were also in a hurry to flee backwards, and further, the red Ming war flag held high, the Ming army full of tiredness and frost then exhaled a piece of white mist, and there was a weak pursuit and killing.

It was indeed a pursuit, the battle of Guangqumen, which lasted for almost a day, ended in the victory of the Ming army, and the shouting and killing continued for a while, and the defeated Houjin army was forced to the edge of the canal, trampling on the river ice, and many sergeants fell into the river, but the broken ice also made the Ming army stop the pursuit.

It is indeed a rare victory, this battle killed and injured at least 1,000 people in the Eight Banners, killed and injured thousands, and its scale is about to catch up with the Ningjin victory, but if it is not for the battlefield located in the heart of the Ming Empire, under the city of Jingshi, and it is the tens of thousands of Liaodong Army and the Beijing camp of 10,000 or 20,000, it is better to drive away the hungry wolves that are less than 30,000 and in their early 20,000s.

The battlefield is full of corpses, at noon Mang Gurtai's blue banner launched an attack, first attacked Zu Dashou Buke, and then attacked the Chinese army Wang Chengyin, but the Wang Department collapsed at a touch, fled to the south, and Zu Dashou Department was mixed up, originally Yuan Chonghuan's plan of the spring array, one was attacked, and the other two side attack plans were declared bankrupt, and the Liaodong Army was torn into two parts by Houjin.

Fortunately, there was also a problem with Houjin's command system here, except for Haoge, the remaining banner lord Baylor did not follow the military order, and waved his army into Yuan Chonghuan's own army, but even if the division of troops weakened the strength of the Eight Banner Army, Yuan Chonghuan had to go into battle in person, and the whole person was shot like a hedgehog, he was not a military general, but a literati, just like Lin Biao, the marshal of the Northeast Army in later generations, had to personally draw a gun and fight with the enemy, which shows how far the battle has been.

Even so, the Liaodong Army still failed to repel the Eight Banners, until Emperor Chongzhen couldn't stand it, and ordered the Beijing camp to attack with the addition of this southern army, and Zu Dashou, who was not seriously injured, Wang Chengyin repelled Mang Gurtai Haoge, attacked the Eight Banners Army from the flank, and beat Huang Taiji to the edge of the canal.

In this battle, the Ming army suffered at least tens of thousands of casualties.

The night gradually fell, and even the corpses in the field did not have the strength to restrain them, and the surviving people were exhausted and nested on the North China Plain in the cold winter, huddled in the cold tent and shivering, the Chinese army, the oil lamp flickered with a dim light, and the triple cotton armor and silk armor full of holes were hung on the side armor, full of exhaustion, but Yuan Chonghuan still leaned in front of his bookcase.

A large number of military orders have already been approved, and the time has reached the third watch, but this Liaodong overlord is holding a comfortable letter in his hand, and he doesn't want to fall asleep for a long time.

To tell the truth, this letter is really ugly enough, the handwriting is crooked, and many of the words are wrong, even if Yuan Chonghuan's five-year-old nephew writes it is estimated to be better than this, and what is even more excessive is that this letter was actually sent over with a piece of straw paper for practicing calligraphy, and the envelope was still placed on the desk, and four big characters were openly written in flamboyant words, and Yuan Manzi personally opened it.

This level of provocation and hostility is simply complete, but just such a letter actually made Yuan Chonghuan love it.

And his gaze did not go beyond the letter to the papyrus.

The skills of this letter writer are really poor enough, and I have to practice my words before writing, but mixed with these messy handwriting, a few numbers are quite eye-catching, 5, 7. 7，9。 8，2。 9，1。 Yuan Chonghuan had dealt with the clerk for so many years, and almost immediately recognized this simple and rudimentary wordplay and found those words on the letter.

Don't get in!

To be honest, at first, Lao Yuan really couldn't understand these words, and it wasn't until the battle line was pulled under the Jingshi City that he vaguely had some understanding.

At first, he just regarded that kid as a bit of a business method, calm, good at guarding, and just these few advantages, suitable for being a rough martial artist who runs errands for himself, but now, this kid is called really hidden, what he sees, he sees, what he doesn't see, he can see, this scheming ups and downs, is also outrageous.

When~when~when~

Bangzi knocked at the door, a few night patrol sergeants walked outside the battle, in recent years, the winter of the Ming Dynasty is particularly cold, even these outsiders can not withstand such wind and frost, suddenly, the tent door curtain was opened, a handsome general hugged his fist with difficulty.

"Overseer! It's late at night, for the sake of the court, you should also rest early! ”

It's Wu Sangui who came, this time he is as fast as a tiger, the only highlight of today's battle, from the ancestor Dashou army was the first to enter the back of Yuan Chonghuan's army, it is said that this saint praised him for a sentence of Liaodong Tiger, seeing him coming, Yuan Chonghuan finally woke up from deep thought, and nodded to him tiredly.

"See, Ben Du will rest in peace! Sangui, you will not be defeated today, there is Ma Gui staring at military affairs, you should also go and rest early! ”

"Inspector Xie cares, the last general will be provincial!"

Agreed, Wu Sangui withdrew from the tent again, regained his calm, Yuan Chonghuan also looked at the letter twice, suddenly stretched out his hand, and threw the letter paper and the page of papyrus together into the brazier, watching the fire rise, Yuan Chonghuan sandwiched the envelope opened by Yuan Manzi himself in the pages, and finally closed the bookcase, stood up tiredly, and went to the back bed.

There are some things that cannot be done but must be done!

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The battlefield is thousands of kilometers away, the Korean Peninsula, Iron Mountain.

The kang was burned hot by the coal stove, a table full of dishes, and the potstickers and cakes that gradually became famous, stewed fish, hair cakes, and pheasant mushroom pots, in short, there were delicacies from the mountains and seas, and the plain clothes and foreign girls on the side were still holding a big wine jar.

Qian Zeng is still the same bitter gourd face.

Sitting opposite, he picked up a piece of chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth angrily, and the kidney-deficient boy snorted angrily.

"Brother Mao, you really hurt my brother!"

"Brother Qian, don't say that! In business, besides, didn't my brother say it to death? Take this price back, if those masters in Yangzhou are not satisfied, don't pay, then Brother Qian will come back, brother, I won't say a word! ”

Mao Jue's chest beat loudly enough, but when he heard Qian Zeng, his face was bitter, things should be as easy as Mao Jue said, it's okay!

We all know that ginseng is produced in the north, and at this time, there are only three ways for the Ming Dynasty to obtain ginseng, the smuggling of Jin merchants and Tatars outside the mouth, the smuggling of the Liaodong Army, and the Phi Island of Dongjiang Town.

Among them, the ginseng mink skin and deer antler velvet on Phi Island are the cheapest, because the first two have to take a long land route, and the Mongolian tribes outside the mouth are poor robbers, and they deal with them, the cost of Jin merchants can be imagined, the Liaodong army smuggled to go through the Shanhaiguan, and if you want to transport the ginseng mink skin into the customs from here, you also have to have great magical powers, otherwise it is a capital crime to open the mutual market privately.

Only this Dongjiang Town, Mao Dashuai's family started from the wild road, and pulled out a military town by himself, and there was no civilian official to supervise the army, and he returned to Shandong by sea, and he turned a blind eye, and the merchants in the customs could exchange for the treasures of the Northeast at a very low price.

But now, it is impossible to produce ginseng on an island in Phi Island, most of them are still from Iron Mountain, but Mao Jue strangled this source, whether it is privately traded with North Koreans, Houjin, or they go up the mountain to dig and hunt, they have to give priority to the Iron Mountain General, with the monopoly of this capital, Mao Jue's natural lice opened his mouth, a mink skin is four times more expensive, to two taels of silver, ginseng according to the size of the color, it is also two to ten times more expensive, this trip, His costs have risen by at least five times more.

As for what Mao Jue said is good, it is better to trust yourself, give credit to yourself first, and get it back if you don't give money, is it possible? If you dare to play him like this, next year he will have this ginseng in hand, and it will not be certain who this skin will be given to! Without these things, his money was even more worthless.

However, even if Mao Jue raises the price, it is still several times cheaper than the price in the hands of Jin merchants and Beijing merchants, he also has to accept it, and before it was dozens of groups of merchants, and now he is alone to get the goods, then he also has this monopoly advantage, this year Daming is still fighting with Houjin, next year's ginseng mink trend will definitely be more tight, take it back he can also increase the price, a mink was originally ten taels, the hand is twenty taels, ginseng is also pulled upward, or can make a bowl full of overflow.

But when I go back, it is estimated that a few bigwigs behind him will have to complain to him, thinking about it, Qian Zeng's face is becoming more and more ugly.

"Okay, Brother Qian, let's only be in the wind and snow today, not to mention those vulgar, and don't pour wine in plain clothes?"

"Yes, young master!"

I had been waiting for a long time and was eager to try the old man, and Su Yi gave Qian Zeng a full cup while holding the jar, this product is indeed a veteran in wine, picked up the cup and smelled the aroma and sniffed first, then took a small sip, and then shook his head and shook his head for a while, before he exhaled a breath, and the face of the kidney-deficient boy showed a smile in his hand.

"New shochu just came down?"

"Brother Qian is really an expert!"

"Brother Mao wants Qian to help you sell this wine to Jiangnan?"

"Yes!"

This product is worthy of being an old fritter in the shopping mall, and Mao Jue didn't go around in circles with him, but nodded directly, but shook his head violently when he saw this product.

"Brother Mao still stopped thinking about this!"

"It's too hard!"