General He and the two supervising troops, as well as the local Jiang Jiang, came to the Bichun camp after inspecting the three cities. Bi Chun was a reserve soldier, but he was only temporarily placed under his jurisdiction, so he was always not as tame as other generals.

Last night, there was another food shortage in the Bichun camp, this He Shen General only cares about his own descendants to eat and drink, but he ignores him, if it weren't for Yang Yicheng to release food, his soldiers are still hungry, so he has a bit of a mustard in his heart, and his expression is cold and indifferent when he sees He Shen General.

General He did not care, inspected the defense of the battalion, and was about to go to Sun Dazhong's camp, when the army had chased the horses to the Bichun camp. General He had just come out of Bi Chun's big tent at this time, received an urgent report on the military situation, and went back, and opened the documents with the lights on.

The military letter was sent by the General Military Office, and after reading the urgent report on the military situation, General He sent the letter to the generals, and he was pacing around in the big tent, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and he was full of chagrin.

It turned out that this time, the little prince of Tatar, Boyan Mengke, gathered a total of 20,000 soldiers and horses from various tribes, and respectively disrupted more than ten post stations along the border passes, hoping to loot materials in order to make up for the losses caused by the heavy snow and cold winter, and successfully survive this winter. In fact, since the Ming Dynasty Chengzu attacked the Tatars and Warats five times, the foreign races outside the Saiwai have not recovered their vitality, and they want to really attack the city and plunder the wall, and they do not have this strength at present.

After the news of the beacon fire, several armies of the Ming Dynasty came out together, and the soldiers and horses of Huailai were the last to arrive due to the heavy snow. And the other two route armies, the Tatars have not captured Zhuolu, the army of the general of the Shima Battalion on the north road has arrived, the enemy army of about 5,000 people, only robbed a few villages along the road and fled in panic, and was ambushed by the guerrilla general Ge Wei halfway, with heavy losses, the army is only 3,000 left, and the North Route Army can be said to be victorious, making the first contribution.

The little prince Boyan Mengke led 10,000 Tatar cavalry to attack Chixian, and has connected three small cities, and there are also 10,000 people in the three-way army of Weiguang General and guerrilla general Yang Jialong and Wang Chengxian of Chixian garrison, and they have won and lost each other, and they are in a state of stalemate.

But in the early hours of this morning, the little prince's army divided into two ways and suddenly retreated, General Wei Guang led the ranks of the tail in pursuit, one of which fled to the north, and the other road has fled to the north, and the general wrote to General He to cooperate with the left and right armies to recover the lost post stations, and at the same time seek opportunities to create the enemy.

Although General Yongning kept the Jimingyi, the battle record was too far behind the two colleagues, and from the situation he learned from the letter, he understood the enemy's combat intentions, and only then did he know that the Tatar army had no backup yesterday, and at the same time had no intention of fighting.

Imperial Envoy Ye's face was also extremely ugly when he read the military book, and he was afraid of being criticized, so he preemptively said: "When our army first arrived, I didn't know the enemy's situation, and it was not inappropriate to be cautious with soldiers. ”

Gonggong Liu nodded yes and said: "Today, our army has not been pursued, and the Tartars do not know the details of our army, so they may not have fled far.

Bi Chun thought for a while and said: "Lord Counselor, the two supervisors of the army, the Tartars are better at field warfare than our army, and there are two guerrilla generals on the two roads of Zhuolu and Chixian, and our army is not superior to the enemy in numbers, and there are mostly mountain roads ahead, which is not conducive to the pursuit of the army, so I think it is humbling."

Imperial Envoy Ye interrupted him and said: "Now that the enemy situation is clear, just take advantage of the victory to pursue, so that the Tartars dare not underestimate the prestige of my Ming army, General Bi said so, but are you afraid of war?" ”

Bi Chun's triangular eyes rolled, his heart was extremely angry, he took a breath, his face was blue and he didn't say a word, but he scolded in his heart: "When Lao Tzu wants to take advantage of the victory to pursue, you said that Lao Tzu is greedy for merit, and now I don't want to chase it, and you say that I am timid and afraid of war, and I should be a bullshit literati who should cut off my head!" ”

Jiang Bin remembered that the letter mentioned that about 5,000 people in the two deserted armies in Chixian County did not know where to go, and he couldn't help but move in his heart, but then he thought that if the Tartars wanted to escape, they should also flee to the north, and there was no reason to run east to Huailai to die, so the words came to his mouth and swallowed back.

General He glanced at Bi Chun and said with a smile: "Bi Dusi is from the south, he doesn't know the geography, he doesn't know the enemy's situation, so it's no wonder that he is." The mountain road is indeed difficult, but it is precisely because of the difficulty of the mountain road that the Tartar cavalry is not easy to play. My subordinates are all locals, familiar with the terrain here, and it is clear that the army will be drawn out, and my own people will be the vanguard. ”

Bi Chun sneered and said nothing: This is knowing that the Tartars are retreating, and they want their own descendants to seize the military merits. General He also ignored his expression, and immediately summoned the main generals from all walks of life to come to the Bichun military camp and began to discuss the matter of sending troops in the Ming Dynasty.

Yang Ling returned to the post office and temporarily lived in the house where Ma Yi Cheng often worked, the house was not big, the outer hall was very small, but there was also a plaque hanging above the desk. In a temporary rest room at the back, a plate of kang occupies two-thirds of the space, and inside the kang is a heavy pearwood cabinet.

Since Yang Ling came to this world, it was the first time he had slept alone. Tonight, there was no Han Youniang lying on the kang with her cheeks and chattering with him, so she couldn't fall asleep. Yang Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly, this little girl is so magical, unconsciously, she actually swayed her own emotions, making herself like a little boy in her first love.

As soon as I think of the young lady, his body is warm, and his heart is as sweet as honey, since the last kiss, the little girl seems to have tasted the sweetness, although she does not dare to take the initiative to ask for a kiss, but on the kang will no longer immediately rush into the quilt to wrap herself so that only one hair is exposed, always lying on the kang head, flashing the pair of black grape-like big eyes and looking at him with a smile.

The girl, I don't know that she just shows her shoulders in coarse cloth underwear, and her delicate appearance is immature and pure, like a shy little flower, which already contains infinite attraction. The sky is pitiful, Yang Ling already feels that he may turn into a moonlit night wolf at any time.

Yang Ling is becoming less and less confident in his own control, he doesn't know what he is still insisting on, the young lady's shadow has filled his heart, and selfishly said that the feelings for the young lady have changed from the initial pity and love to the deep love now, and he has greatly acted as her happiness leader, and the idea of sending her into the arms of others has long been thrown out of the clouds by him.

But he is also more and more afraid of having her and making the young lady completely his own. Because of his initial hesitation, he felt that he had wasted too much time, and he did not know how much time he had left to live. This is like a gambler, when he gambles to the last bit of capital in his hand, the strong feeling of gain and loss makes him dare not easily place this last bet.

Shaking his head, shaking away the sweet and sour feeling, he pulled open a cabinet. After Ma Yicheng's death, his set of keys was also handed over to Yang Ling. In the afternoon, Yang Ling came here to work and made a joke, there were four cabinets in a row on this kang cabinet, and four strange copper locks were locked.

The shapes are dogs, horses, shrimps, and fish. Yang Ling took a lot of effort to open the lock of the copper dog and the copper horse, and the copper shrimp couldn't even be opened if the key was bent, so he had to call in a small official with a red face to come in to help, and dare to love that the shrimp-shaped lock was not screwed, but hooked outward.

The last fish lock, according to the little official, because the fish is not blind at night, even if they sleep with their eyes open, so the fish lock is used, which means that it is always guarded, and this must be the cabinet where the most important documents are placed. This lock is also quite peculiar, the key is inserted into the right hole, and after twisting, it has to be pushed in and opened again.

At that time, Yang Ling hurriedly found the seal, stamped a few urgent documents and ran back to the mourning hall, the cabinet was not locked, at this time he opened the copper fish lock cabinet, only to see that the letters and cards inside had been opened, and there was a strange fish next to the fire paint seal.

Yang Ling pulled the kang table closer, turned on the wick of the vegetable oil lamp, and hurriedly browsed through the light. After only reading a few letters, Yang Ling realized that this must be the intelligence of the Jinyi Wei system.

That information not only includes some private matters of officials, but also people's customs and customs, and even land harvests, weather droughts and floods, which can be described as diverse and all-inclusive.

Yang Ling didn't expect that Jinyiwei's intelligence network was so big, and the direction of collecting intelligence was not only the loyalty of officials, if such a huge intelligence network was used well, then the rulers of the Ming Dynasty could get the most detailed and real information in all aspects, how important it should be to govern the country. It's a pity.,It seems that I haven't heard of any good things that the Jinyi Guard did in the Ming Dynasty.。

Flipping through it casually, Yang Ling was stunned with a letter from half a month ago, which explained that the heavy snow outside the pass this winter was endless, and many tribes froze to death countless cattle and sheep, and some small tribes had no chance of survival, and the frequent contacts between the tribes may be unfavorable to the Ming Dynasty.

Yang Ling smiled bitterly at this letter, but unfortunately these spies who were ordered to lurk in foreign lands and work hard, I am afraid that all kinds of intelligence from all over the country have gathered in Beijing, and the high-level officials of Jinyiwei only care about what they are interested in, and most of the information has been put on the high shelf and no one cares, if there are already competent officials who have noticed this information, will there be fewer disasters for the people in the border city?

After feeling for a long time, Yang Ling suddenly smiled dumbly: he is just a small post man, and he sighs for a long time and sighs here to worry about the country and the people, what impact can he have on this huge empire? It's better to be ambitious, it's better to be down-to-earth, to take care of the people you love, and to do your part.

The next morning, the snow began again. Yang Ling stood under the porch with his sleeves folded, admiring the snowfall. At that time, the snow was whiter than that of later generations, and the snowflakes were also large and large, floating in front of the eyes, and they were crystal clear at a glance. Yang Ling stretched out a hand and took a few falling snowflakes, the snowflakes dissolved in his hands, and he was too fast to see its beauty.

Yang Ling sighed regretfully, and just shook off the snow in his palm, a delicate voice sounded at the end of the corridor: "Xianggong!" ”

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