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"As a result, after the defeat, they were broken, and the fighting spirit of the Changqing battalion was completely lost, and they bombarded Xu Ping's camp in the afternoon, and they didn't even have the courage to send a team to rush up." After the destruction of the Xuanfeng Battalion, Zhang Biao and other surviving officers tilted their resentment to the Evergreen Battalion, and seeing their tragic situation, Huang Xiwen was also filled with righteous indignation: "If the Evergreen Battalion and the Xuanfeng Battalion attacked the Xu thief, they would definitely have won a big victory just now." ”

"It doesn't have to be like that," Yang Zhiyuan didn't have any reproachful words, just asked: "Virtuous nephew, you have always called Brother Ziyu Wu, right?" ”

Huang Xiwen was speechless for a moment, he was stunned, and when he spoke again, his voice was an octave lower: "When I was a child, Brother Wu lived in our house, just like me and my eldest brother's biological brother, but for a long time-" Huang Xiwen's dissatisfaction with Wu Zhong did not start with Xu Ping, but had a long origin, this time it was a new hatred and an old grudge that broke out together: "I haven't called him that." ”

"For something that shouldn't be worried about you at all," Yang Zhiyuan knew this very well, and was reluctant to say it before. Not only Huang Xiwen, but also He Baodao's two sons, Jin Shentong has a group of people who have a good relationship with Huang Naiming, and they all have contradictions with Wu Zhong and others, but since Xu Ping rebelled against the new army, the Changqing Battalion has become the target of everyone, Wu Zhong is isolated, and these people who have long been dissatisfied have risen up to attack him.

Today, Yang Zhiyuan arranged for the Changqing Battalion and the Chizhuo Battalion to cover each other, thinking that he could use a victory to resolve the grievances between them, but he didn't expect the result to be like this, not only did he not have the opportunity to let them give up their old suspicions at the celebration banquet, but it intensified the contradictions between them. And those who see that Huang Naiming has obtained the status of the prince as a concubine are not pleasing to the eye, and they are afraid of being dragged down by the Changqing Camp and Wu Zhong.

"Sun Chengzong didn't think it through back then, and the emperor's decree added a lot of trouble." Yang Zhiyuan felt irritable for a while, these complex disputes made him not think purely from a military point of view when commanding the battle, but also take into account others, Yang Zhiyuan remembered that Zhendonghou said that if he had distracting thoughts on the battlefield for the general, it was the way to defeat, he reluctantly suppressed these annoyances, and said to Huang Xiwen: "I will praise Ziyu for playing well in a while, and you have to say a few words." ”

Huang Xiwen's face was full of reluctance: "General Wu fought ......"

"Remember to call him Brother Wu." Yang Zhiyuan commanded without question: "By the way, there is also He Feibao, you go and call him." ”

"Second Brother He was also in a bad mood, he didn't do a good job of reconnaissance, so that nearly 10,000 intruders didn't find it, and as a result, the defense that was laid out was suddenly captured by the rebels, and he was reprimanded a lot for this."

"That's why we have to encourage each other, your fathers are all brothers, and you fight back and forth, and I don't know what to think." Yang Zhiyuan gently reprimanded, and asked Huang Xiwen to call several people one after another, and only after explaining them one by one did he go to meet with the generals.

Before going to see Yang Zhiyuan today and participate in the post-war summary military meeting, Wu Zhong was full of frustration, whether it was the staff officers of the Changqing Battalion or his guards, they were careful not to touch his moldy head. However, when Wu Zhong returned to the camp in the evening, the guards found that their commander was obviously in a much better mood, walking very briskly, and having a smile on his face.

The guards couldn't help but be curious and tentative, Wu Zhong just shook his head with a smile and didn't say anything, tonight Yang Zhiyuan praised him for his use of troops quite remarkable, and even several colleagues who had always had some bumps with him also said that he didn't fight badly. Although Wu Zhong was happy in his heart, he was reluctant to tell the guards about these things, he felt that this would make him seem like he liked to show off.

Although it was not early, Wu Zhong still lit a candle as usual and prepared to write a letter home. Fu Tianjun looked at Wu Zhong's crippled left hand, and said politely: "My lord, let's rest early today." ”

"I'll rest when I'm done." Wu Zhong spread out the letter paper and said, "You rarely write letters to your family, which is very bad. ”

"Hey." Fu Tianjun laughed and said, "My family knows that I am following an adult, and I am very safe." ”

"That's not the case, when your family eats, they will definitely worry about how you eat, and they will always talk about how you are in health and whether you are safe, write more letters to them, and you can comfort your family's sorrows."

Unable to show off in front of his subordinates and guards, Wu Zhong shared his happiness with his wife: "...... Today everyone says that I played very well, and this is not from those who respect me, but by those who respect me......"

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At the same time, in the camp of the new army, Yang Zhiyuan was also writing a report to Zhendonghou: "...... The disciples of the sect are not of great use, and I have told them thousands of times and thousands of instructions that the Chizhuo camp must carefully defend the pheasant gang and cover up Xu Ping's investigation, but the result is still so-so and inappropriate. Before the loss, the Chizhuo battalion could not be reinforced in time, and after the loss, it was impossible to even launch a quick counterattack, but the result was that Wu Zhong, the kid, was in a hurry to launch a counterattack, and did not let the situation deteriorate further. During the day's fighting, except for the two battalions of Xuanfeng and Changqing, the officers of the other five battalions had no enterprising spirit, and they did not seek merit at all, but sought no fault......"

At the military meeting just now, Yang Zhiyuan basically understood the movements of each battalion clearly, although he was still mainly encouraging at that time, but when he wrote a letter to Zhendonghou, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and complained without hesitation in the letter: "Obviously it was my own mistake, but I didn't know how to repent, the Chizhuo camp lost the pheasant gang, and the first thing I thought of was not how to make up for the fault, but to try to put the responsibility on Wu Zhong." After a slight profit, he became triumphant again. The same is true of the Changqing Battalion, in the morning the Xuanfeng Battalion and the Chizhuo Battalion did not help them, and after the subordinates let them defend in the afternoon, Wu Zhong was able to watch from the wall without moving after the Xuanfeng Battalion fell into a bitter battle, and he didn't even have the idea of asking his subordinates if they were cooperating......

Writing, writing, Yang Zhiyuan suddenly felt a sense of loss, and added gloomily: "The subordinates are incompetent, and they have been entrusted by the adults to bring the troops like this, but there are all kinds of disadvantages in the new army, and I really don't vomit and feel unhappy." If your subordinates had made a big mistake in judging the enemy's situation and lost their low-hanging fruit, they would have been speechless, but if you had known what your subordinates had seen and heard in the new army during this time, you would have been able to understand why your subordinates were terrified when they heard that a certain army had been attacked, and they were afraid that they would be defeated in an instant...... Not long ago in Shandong, Brother He was still ashamed, saying that it was easy to eliminate Xu Ping, and Brother Jin also reported good news but not bad news......"

Recalling the Chuang Army he saw today, Yang Zhiyuan sighed and picked up his pen again: "My lord Mingjian, my subordinates can no longer see the shadow of the Immortal Army in the new army. The old brothers always talk about how the Immortal Army was back then, but they don't remember anymore, the Immortal Army did not rely on us to win, and the foundation of the Immortal Army is not them, not me, or even you, an adult, but soldiers who swore to the death with Jiannu...... Today, the people in the new army want to be promoted to make a fortune, they have a beautiful wife and family wealth in the rear, if the opponent is like a traitor in Shandong, they still have the courage to seize the wealth, if the opponent is to break into the camp Xu Ping, they have more self-preservation. ”

Zhendonghou had never called the new army an immortal army, and suddenly, Yang Zhiyuan had a feeling that perhaps the establishment of the new army was contrary to Zhendonghou's goal, and he continued: "On the other hand, the soldiers who broke into the camp, they all knew that victory or defeat was closely related to them, and it was related to the safety of their parents and wives, just like our immortal army...... In today's battle, his subordinates looked at the familiar military system of the thieves on the opposite side, as well as their familiar fighting spirit, and in a trance, they felt that they were not commanding the Immortal Army to fight, but fighting against the Immortal Army......

Writing this, Yang Zhiyuan should have reported his further battle plan to Zhendonghou, as well as the idea of lifting the siege of Kaifeng and saving Jia Minghe, but Yang Zhiyuan was unable to put pen to paper, he had no confidence to attack Xu Ping's strong camp at all, after today, Xu Ping was bound to be more cautious, and it was too difficult to conduct a field battle with conditions favorable to the Ming army. Yang Zhiyuan sat dry until dawn, the ink was dry and grinding, grinding and drying, and he was never able to complete the letter.

The moon is setting in the mountain stream, the crow began to make a noise, this sound through the dark night, into the candle swaying Yang Zhiyuan's military tent, Yang Zhiyuan stunned to listen to this seems to be in the sentimental bright moon no longer whimpering, after a long time suddenly put down the last sentence: "My lord, subordinate to the moon falling black cry." ”

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The next day, Xu Ping received Yang Zhiyuan's challenge letter, and after reading it carefully, he ordered to bring the envoy down to entertain him: "I will reply to General Yang." ”

After the envoy went down, Sun Kewang and Li Dingguo both asked, "Does the general want to fight?" ”

"Of course not." Xu Ping replied without hesitation that he had made up his mind not to engage in a war of attrition with the new army, and under the command of Yang Zhiyuan, Xu Ping estimated that it was unlikely that the first battle would be decided: "Our army is also very tired, and I will not fight a battle with mixed results." ”

As he spoke, Xu Ping picked up his pen and began to reply, he did not write on paper, but drawn. After seeing Xu Ping's strange action, the generals of the camp came over to take a look, and after seeing what Xu Ping had drawn, many of the people were puzzled, and a few laughed.

Xu Ping smiled slightly, and then put a paragraph under his painting.

Zhou Dongtian said happily: "My lord plays the piano well, but this Danqing technique still needs to be practiced. ”

"I haven't studied Danqing in the first place," Xu Ping finished writing the inscription with a smile: "So this paragraph should be added, so as not to be misunderstood by General Yang." ”

Yu Shenhe shook his head again and again: "My lord, you are also the lord of tens of thousands of troops, how can you reply like this?" ”

"Do you think I'm too frivolous?" Xu Ping finished writing and threw the pen back into the pen holder on the table: "Do you want to say that we are already a prince, we must be steady and calm?" Xu Ping teased and said, "I'm only twenty-three, when will I stay at this time if I don't be frivolous?" When you are seventy or eighty years old, you can't get up frivolously? ”

After putting the letter into the letter, Xu Ping looked around: "I thought about it carefully, and there is no need to rush to retreat, King Chuang is about to face Zuo Liangyu in Zhuxian Town, and we are here to drag General Yang so that he can't go to reinforce the Chu army." After King Chuang defeated Zuo Liangyu, it was time for General Yang to take the initiative to retreat, and it would not be too late for us to go and take Kaifeng. ”

When Sun Kewang heard this, he said, "If King Chuang is defeated, what should we do? ”

"With Zuo Liangyu, I don't believe King Chuang will lose to him." At the end of the day, Xu Ping found out a lot of information about the New Army, and the people of nearby Henan were more sympathetic to the camp, and Xu Ping's intelligence work was carried out very smoothly. Yesterday, in a panic, Xu Ping couldn't help but worry that the new army was ambushing more soldiers and horses, and now it has been clear that Yang Zhiyuan's men do only have seven battalions, and Xu Ping's company battalion has formed a horn trend, and he is no longer worried that he will be outflanked by the new army.

Sun Kewang asked reluctantly: "What if King Chuang loses?" ”

"Then it's not too late for us to retreat back to Kaifeng." On the land of Henan, Xu Ping is not worried about his own mobility, even if it is not near Kaifeng, the new army is not worse than Xu Ping in terms of intelligence and geography: "If King Chuang wins, the retreat of the new army means that Kaifeng and Shanlan camp will be abandoned, and everyone below General Yang knows this, I estimate that they will be a little impetuous, and maybe they can be caught by us some opportunities." ”

Everyone had no objection to such an arrangement, and Xu Ping asked Yang Zhiyuan's envoy to be brought back to the camp and handed over the reply letter to him to take away.

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After Yang Zhiyuan received Xu Ping's reply, his face was very solemn, his already yellow cheeks were full of worry, and he didn't say a word.

Huang Xiwen walked to the silent Yang Zhiyuan, looked at Xu Ping's reply, and saw a fish painted crookedly on it, Yang Zhiyuan silently handed the letter to Huang Xiwen, who saw that there was a line of tall characters under the fish: "Lord Yang Mingjian, the last general drew a carp." ”

"What does this mean by Xu Thief?" Huang Xiwen couldn't figure out the second monk when he saw it.

"The carp took off its golden hook, shook its head and waged its tail, and never came again." Yang Zhiyuan explained in a low voice.

"This guy is so arrogant," Huang Xiwen was so angry that he rushed to the crown: "No guts rats." ”

"Go back and rest." Yang Zhiyuan felt a huge pain again, and his eyes were black for a while, followed by endless fatigue.

After letting Huang Xiwen and the guards leave, Yang Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and sat in his camp thinking about countermeasures.

"Zuo Shuai may need me to go for reinforcements there," Yang Zhiyuan stared at the map motionlessly, Zuo Liangyu and Yang Zhiyuan's correspondence said that he had encountered a partial division who broke into the camp, but he didn't know where Li Zicheng was now, "Maybe I should go to reinforce Yu Shuai," Yang Zhiyuan's fingers rubbed on the map, the new army's reconnaissance ability to break into the camp in Henan was too limited, and his eyes were black at hand: "If Li Zicheng doesn't go to Zhuxian Town, then go back to fight the Jiangbei Army, in case Yu Shuai is defeated, Li Zicheng can outflank me or Zuo Shuai's back road." ”

Zuo Liangyu and Yu Dong both needed reinforcements, but Xu Ping was not far away, and there was no room for maneuver between the two armies, so Yang Zhiyuan did not dare to divide his troops in Henan.

"Kaifeng is in danger, and Brother Jia needs to be relieved immediately." Yang Zhiyuan pressed his hand on the map and sighed, if Xu Ping came out for a decisive battle, although Yang Zhiyuan did not dare to say that he would win, the situation would become much clearer regardless of victory or defeat. If it wins, it goes without saying, the new army can be liberated to move freely, and even if it is a small defeat, Yang Zhiyuan can make up his mind to retreat. But now that things are between what can be done and what cannot be done, Yang Zhiyuan can't persuade himself to withdraw the army, which means abandoning Kaifeng and Jia Minghe, and leaving the Chu army and Jiangbei army in the tiger's mouth to break into the camp.

"Where is Li Zicheng?" Yang Zhiyuan endured the pain, thought hard, and searched the map: "How can I act to lure Xu Ping out?" ”

Yang Zhiyuan thought hard about countermeasures, he not only needed to rely on maneuvering to lure Xu Ping out of the camp, but also had to ensure safety. It would be safe for the army to march slowly in a group, but in this way, Xu Ping may not go out of the camp to chase after him, as long as he slowly follows the new army, he will not be able to go fast; If you are bold and march quickly, it may lead Xu Ping out, and you can break into the intelligence advantage of the camp, the two armies are so close that any mistake may be caught by the opponent......

"The moon falls and the moon cries, the moon falls and the ......" For the whole night, Yang Zhiyuan couldn't come up with a complete strategy, and finally just muttered to himself, and finally fainted in front of him.

When Yang Zhiyuan woke up again, he found that he was already lying on the bed.

"Uncle Yang, you're awake."

Huang Xiwen's cry of joy came from his ears, Yang Zhiyuan felt that his limbs had no strength at all, and he couldn't even lift a finger, he barely opened his eyes, and felt that Huang Xiwen's face was swaying around him, but it looked blurry as if it was covered with a layer of snowflakes.

"Inform the whole army that the marshal is safe and sound."

Yang Zhiyuan heard Huang Xiwen screaming loudly, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, and he was so painful that he had no strength to breathe.

"Retire...... ......"Yang Zhiyuan struggled for a long time, and finally squeezed out these words from between his teeth, and he no longer cares about Kaifeng

It's time for the Shanlan camp to still have the Chu army and the Jiangbei army, and the top priority is to let these tens of thousands of new troops return safely - when Yang Zhiyuan was confused, he still remembered that this was the last main force of the new army, and it was also the last bargaining chip for the survival of the Ming court.

"What?" Huang Xiwen leaned over to the side of the bed, leaned his head over and asked, "Uncle Yang, what did you say?" ”

"Retire...... Immediately retreat. Yang Zhiyuan used all his strength to feed, stretched out a finger to Huang Xiwen, and laboriously explained the last words: "Tell your father that you must personally go out to deal with Xu Ping, and don't let Brother He lead the ......"

- Now I can't care about Brother He's self-esteem. Yang Zhiyuan thought so in his heart, and said to Huang Xiwen: "Go back and tell your father, don't leave a word behind...... Xu Ping is brave and good at fighting, and it is still above my imagination, Master Hou must personally go out to deal with him......"

The eyes closed weakly,

"Brother Yang, in this life and this life, I Huangshi will not lose anything." Yang Zhiyuan's eyes flashed the image of Zhendonghou: "The adult clearly said that I still have two months of longevity ......"

In September of the twenty-third year of Chongzhen, Yang Zhiyuan, a close friend of the Marquis of Zhendong, fell into the army, and his death made the Marquis of Zhendong soon have to personally inquire about the affairs of the army while taking full control of the political affairs of the south. There was no greater loss for Yellowstone; For Yellowstone, the loss of having his friends on his side and share in their shared success; This is of course Yellowstone's great regret, but an even greater regret is that his hard-working friends have not been able to see with their own eyes what kind of new world his efforts have bringed.

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