Outside the pass, a long and huge procession was marching slowly, this was Dolgon's Manchu iron cavalry, in the middle of the team, on a luxurious carriage, Yue Tuo was already dying. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yueto fell ill, and when he couldn't afford to be sick, Dolgon was in the carriage and saw that Yueto's spirit suddenly improved, and Dolgon knew that Yueto should be a return to the light, and Yueto was at the last moment.

At the beginning, the two armies, totaling more than 100,000, but now only about 70,000 have returned, at least more than 40,000 people died in Tianjin, Langfang or Baoding.

Although most of the dead were Mongol Tatars, Dolgon's mood was always low, and Yueto fell ill and could not afford to fall ill.

"Uncle Fourteen, I'm afraid I can't do it, I implore you, after you go back, you must develop firearms and attach importance to firearms."

Dolgon nodded, and the scene of Tianjin Wei came to mind again, it was Zhang Feng's firearms unit that buried thousands of iron horsemen under that round of shooting. These days, the scene lingered in Dorgon's mind.

"If you recuperate well, you will get better, and when you get better, we will form a firearms unit, a firearms unit like Zhang Feng, and you will be personally responsible for the firearms unit formed."

Yue Tuo smiled miserably and said, "Uncle Forty, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to Shenyang." ”

"No," said Dolgon, "you will be well soon." ”

Yue Tuo really didn't make it back to Shenyang, and died not long after pleading with Dolgon to develop a firearms unit, dying in the carriage that went back.

……….

After several days of sailing, the fleet has docked at the port of Shanghai.

Stepping on this land, a familiar feeling came to his face, Zhang Feng couldn't wait to go back as soon as possible to see how his factory was, how the textile factory was, how the arsenal was developing, how the shipyard and steel mill were going, and how the steam engine was being manufactured.

At the same time, in his mind, a shadow involuntarily appeared, Zhang Feng was even more eager to go back early, fortunately there were some war horses, Zhang Feng explained to Wang Chaoyong, and then took dozens of soldiers from the guard company, galloped horses, and headed towards Songjiang Mansion.

I have been going for more than a month, and I haven't had such a strong longing before, but now as soon as I set foot on this familiar land, Zhang Feng's heart has already flown away, and I flew to Songjiang Mansion, to Chen Yuanyuan's side, and to my home.

In his mind, in addition to Chen Yuanyuan's figure, his father and younger brother also appeared, and Zhang Feng felt a burst of warmth.

On the official road leading to Songjiang Mansion in Shanghai County, dozens of horsemen galloped and dusty, which was naturally Zhang Feng and dozens of his guards.

Nearly half an hour later.

Songjiang Mansion is in sight, and Zhang Feng is taking the lead, "Drive!" Zhang Feng slapped the horse's back fiercely, and without stopping, he rushed through the city gate.

Several poor people at the city gate were about to stop them, and Peng Jian, the commander of the guard platoon, shouted: "Get out of the way, this is General Zhang!" ”

These poor people reacted, and when they saw the green uniforms of everyone's army, they suddenly felt in their hearts, it turned out that this was Zhang Feng, the chief soldier of the Songjiang Mansion, didn't they go to the capital to King Qin, when did they come back.

In the Ming Dynasty, where information was not developed, many people did not know that Zhang Feng was no longer the chief soldier of the Songjiang Prefecture regiment, but the chief soldier of Songjiang who was in the third grade.

Dozens of horsemen rushed through the city gate quickly, everyone followed, galloping forward along the street, for Zhang Feng, for Zhang Feng's troops, the people of Songjiang Mansion can be said to be very familiar, especially the army green, everyone is more familiar.

"This is Mr. Zhang!"

"Mr. Zhang, they're back!"

“……”

A few days ago, there were rumors that Mr. Zhang and others had all been killed, and now, Mr. Zhang and others were all dead, and now, Mr. Zhang is back!

Zhao Laohan is a native of Songjiang Prefecture, usually runs a shop to do a little business, and has three sons, the youngest son became a soldier, and the other two sons entered Zhang Feng's factory.

Hearing that Mr. Zhang and the others had all died in battle, Zhao Laohan thought of his youngest son, who couldn't help but cry at first, and now, seeing Zhang Feng galloping first, dozens of horsemen following behind, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Mr. Zhang, they are not dead, my youngest son should also come back, God willing!"

Looking at Zhang Feng and the others gradually moving away, Zhao Laohan's eyes moistened, this was because of happiness, because of joy.

Some ordinary people, when they saw Zhang Feng, were stunned for a while, and then they had an expression that they were all right now, and they had a good show to watch now.

"A few days ago, Zhao Shuiquan took people to the textile factory to grab a lot of looms and spinning machines, and now it's okay, Mr. Zhang is back!"

"Some time ago, it was rumored that Zhang Zongbing and others were all killed in battle, this must be a rumor that Zhao Shuiquan sent someone to release it."

"That Zhao Shuiquan is very bad, and the group of soldiers with the guard are simply lawless, and they beat the kid from the old Liu family next door yesterday."

"What's more, you don't know, just this morning, Zhao Shuiquan took people to General Zhang's mansion, injured several people, and snatched the round girl."

"Ahh And such a thing, won't it! ”

“……”

There were a lot of ordinary people on the street, and after Zhang Feng galloped for a while, he had to slow down and go towards his mansion, and his heart had already flown to his mansion.

This mansion is the big mansion that Zhang Feng bought before, Chen Yuanyuan is living in the big mansion, and Zhang Feng can't wait to go home early.

Seeing that his mansion was in sight, Zhang Feng rode his horse again, and soon ran to the gate of his mansion, turned over and dismounted in front of the gate, and shouted happily while running inside: "Yuanyuan, I'm back." ”

Zhang Feng was so happy and wanted to see his Yuanyuan so much that he didn't observe too much, his mansion was different from usual, if it was usual, there were always two family members standing guard at the door, but today there was none.

………..

These days, Zhang Yuanxiang's gray hair has increased a lot, and wrinkles have appeared on his face, as if he has suddenly aged by more than ten years, since a few days ago, there have been rumors that the thousands of soldiers and horses sent by Songjiang Mansion to King Qinwang in the north have all died, and all of them have died under the butcher's knife of the Tartars.

At first, Zhang Yuanxiang didn't believe it, thinking it was a rumor, but later heard that the body of Tan Weidong, the commander of the Songjiang Mansion Guard, had been transported back, so Zhang Yuanxiang had to believe it.

Commander Wei made Tan Weidong dead, and his own Feng'er must be more auspicious. A few days ago, Zhao Shuiquan led people to rob the Oriental Textile Factory and snatched several looms and spinning machines.

At that time, there was a lot of conflict, and the government also came, but Zhao Shuiquan was the godson of Zhao Guangcai, the Songjiang Guard, and he brought all the soldiers of Songjiang Guard, and the people in the government were powerless.

The cavalry company that stayed in the barracks and the guard company that stayed in the General Military Mansion came, but they got the news a little late, and when everyone arrived, Zhao Shuiquan had already grabbed things and left.

Robbed the Oriental Textile Factory or second, this morning was even more out of line, Zhao Shuiquan took dozens of soldiers and snatched Chen Yuanyuan away.

How is this good, Zhang Yuanxiang's hair is so gray in a hurry.

At this time, the housekeeper Zhou Xiaohai looked excited, and hurriedly ran in, this speed is not at all like a person who is dozens of years old, but it is about the same as a young man.

"Master, master!" Zhou Xiaohai shouted excitedly and happily while running, and when he saw Zhang Yuanxiang, he was so excited that he almost couldn't speak.

"Old....master, young....young master is back!"

Zhang Yuanxiang didn't come back to his senses for a while, and asked, "Steward Zhou, are you saying that Zhang Hai is back, did he come back from the academy so early today?" ”

Zhou Xiaohai said: "No... It's not the second young master, it's the eldest young master, the eldest young master is back on a tall horse, it's the eldest young master who is back! ”

"Feng'er is back, it's true!"

Zhou Xiaohai said excitedly: "Yes, yes, it's the eldest young master, it's the eldest young master who is back!" ”

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanxiang swept away the depression just now, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be much lighter, "Great, God bless, Feng'er finally returned safely." ”

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Correction,The classification picture rotation recommendation of this book is the 22nd.,At that time, you can see the recommendation of this book on the history channel.。