Chapter 580: Soldiers are fast
When the Emperor of the Apocalypse heard this, he couldn't help but nod.
To tell the truth, his heart is like a mirror, if there is no Donglin Army, what can he do?
Counting on Wei Zhongxian?
Although Wei Zhongxian was already working very hard, the Emperor of the Apocalypse knew very well that even if he relied on Wei Zhongxian, the Ming Dynasty could only rely on the factory guards, levy a little more taxes, and barely stabilize the situation.
There is no real way to solve the problem.
But now, with this well-trained Donglin Army, it is completely different.
There are countless smart people in this world.
He, Zhang Jingyi, was no smarter than anyone else, and the Emperor of the Apocalypse was not smarter than anyone else.
Because you don't need to be too smart, you know better than anyone what the problem is.
It's too easy to find a problem, don't say it's the emperor of the Apocalypse, even if it's a storyteller on the street, once you talk about the current internal and external troubles, you can also say a ugly thing.
But it is already difficult to solve the problem.
The Emperor of the Apocalypse used to have no confidence, but now he has.
He put his hands behind his back and said on top of this tower: "Dispatch a part of the soldiers, rest in place for half an hour, and then set off. Next, I want to see who it is, who is so bold. Also, if you want to urgently edict Deng Jian to lead a group of Jinyi Wei elite to rush to the south of the Yangtze River, the things here are inseparable from him. β
The meaning is self-evident!
Zhang Jingyi nodded yes.
Then, on the aisle of the city wall, among the ruins of the wall, the two sat on the ground, ate some steamed cakes, and drank the warm water in the kettle, barely satisfied.
Immediately afterwards, a team of 1,500 people quickly assembled.
The Emperor of the Apocalypse personally mounted his horse, and together with Zhang Jingyi, led the people towards Nanjing City.
In fact, someone in the neighborhood has already learned the news.
There are rumors everywhere that the Liukou have taken the military town.
Because of this, the military and civilians in the four towns and eight miles are crowded on the official roads, and the refugees are like carp crossing the river.
Here in Jiangnan, there is still fear of the homeless.
Here the rule of the gentry was more secure.
Moreover, there are many readers, and the readers have long regarded the rogues as a flood beast, and there are many rumors about the rogues eating people's hearts and livers.
Therefore, after learning that the Liukou went south, some gentry in the nearby villages came forward and organized manpower to start the village to protect themselves.
Under normal circumstances, it was the means of the great gentry, who had a lot of land and people at home, recruited hundreds of people, and cowered in their own mansions, hiding their grain, and their weapons were also ready-made, after all, there were blacksmiths in the family.
Many of the common people and tenants were frightened when they saw this, and they brought their families with their families to flee to Suzhou or Nanjing, where they felt that the walls were high, and they could not enter.
And the Donglin army marched all the way to the west, and encountered a lot of such teams, they were blocked on the official road, and there were crying fathers and mothers everywhere, but fortunately, as soon as they saw a large army coming, everyone avoided them.
On the side of Nanjing City, it is still singing and dancing.
Inside the painting boat, I got the latest news.
Everyone was still drinking and chatting, and when a servant sent the news from the town to the person sitting in the first place, this person opened the note, took another sip of wine, and then smiled: "Unexpectedly, Wang Shimin actually went to the army with a group of people." β
When everyone heard this, they looked up at the first person and laughed.
"It's really a tiger father without a dog." Some people are not stingy with admiration.
Immediately, there was a humanitarian: "This son has the style of Ban Chao and Zhang Qian." β
"Haha"
Everyone was amazed.
This is the truth, scholars, now that there is a crisis, other people are still drinking and having fun in the Qinhuai River all day long, and it is rare to have a few bold ones, which naturally makes people's eyes shine.
"There are 50,000 troops in the military town, and General Tan is a veteran, with him in charge, Nanjing City can be impregnable. I heard General Tan's recent report that the thief army is only a few thousand, and these people are bold, and when it comes to boldness, it is the Donglin thief army that is not far behind. β
Someone nodded and said: "As far as things are concerned, it is true, but the courage is useless, and entering the south of the Yangtze River is equivalent to falling into the quagmire, which is just death." β
When they heard this, they laughed again.
The leader smiled and said, "Okay, don't bother, I'll just wait for the good news." Oh, and there's good news."
With that, he paused and sold off.
And all the people looked at the man who was in charge.
The person at the head smiled faintly and said, "His Royal Highness King Yi has made up his mind and set off for Nanjing City." β
When everyone heard this, they opened their eyes slightly, and they all showed shock.
Originally, they thought that King Yi might not have this responsibility.
After all, being his carefree prince in Jiangxi is extremely happy, and he really doesn't have to wade into this troubled water.
So, someone couldn't help but ask, "Sir, what does His Royal Highness King Yi mean?" β
The leader said: "He witnessed the cruelty of the faint king, worried about the society, worried about the Ming Dynasty's Jiangshan Sheji, and finally lost in the hands of Zhu Youxiao's boy, so he learned from the pain and decided to set off to Nanjing, as long as the others arrived, I will trap the Donglin thief army, if we can still capture the faint king and Zhang Jingyi, I will ask him to be the regent of Nanjing City, and then make a plan." β
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes added a little more sparkle.
Zhu Youxiao's kid came with the Donglin Army, which is a lie for the vast majority of people, if they say that they are not afraid.
After all, it's easy to kill the men and horses at the end of these thousands of strong crossbows, but how can this matter be ended?
The best way is to invite a close branch of the clan to preside over the overall situation, and this person must be his own person.
Yiwang Zhu Youmu is sealed in Jiangxi, which is not only the land of fish and rice, but also the place where the literary style is at its peak, because of this, this Zhu Youmu is also influenced by this, and his calligraphy and painting are a must.
Such a person, in fact, is satisfied in everyone's hearts.
Someone muttered: "I know that King Yi is a sage, and now he is willing to come out to preside over the overall situation, then it would be better, Daming seems that ZTE is promising." β
The leader of the humanitarian: "His determination to enter Nanjing this time is because of a great deal of responsibility, the vassal king must not be ordered by the imperial court, and he must not leave his domain, this is the ancestral system, but now, the situation is compelling, and it can only be so." I'll wait and don't be in a hurry, I'll wait for the news from Xiaolingwei first. β
Everyone said yes.
Another humane: "Over there in Nanjing City, what will Wei Guogong and the Sixth Department of Nanjing think?" β
"Them?" The person at the head looked unimpressed, and said lightly: "What can they think, this Nanjing prince, and we are sharing weal and woe, one is prosperous, and one is lost." β
Everyone nodded secretly.
The civil and military officials of the Ming Dynasty in Jiangnan have too much to do with local interests.
The local magnates and gentry, some of them have money and grain, and these money and grain have already passed through the sky, and the six departments of Nanjing, the vast majority of Shangshu and Shilang, were deposed from Beijing, they were forced to stay away from the center of the temple in Beijing, most of them consciously did not meet their own talents, and they were dissatisfied with the emperor, plus they were in the same stream with the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River, naturally, they were also blended.
The Mansion of the Duke of Wei.
Xu Hongji, the Duke of Wei, has not slept well in the past few days, he was in the twenty-third year of Wanli, and he was ordered to write to the Nanjing Military Mansion.
In the thirty-fifth year of Wanli, he assisted in defending Nanjing and led the military capital governor's mansion.
In the thirty-seventh year of Wanli, he was ordered to supervise Jiangfang, and it can be said that Xu Hongji basically controlled the soldiers and horses in Jiangnan.
However, after the Emperor of the Apocalypse ascended the throne, Xu Hongji resigned from the military in the name of illness, so the court added a crown prince to him, and he has been recuperating at home.
It's just that the Jiangfang and military affairs in the south of the Yangtze River were almost handed over to his son Xu Wenjue.
Although Xu Hongji is recuperating from illness, in fact, the military affairs in Jiangnan are still controlled by him most of the time, not that he has to seize power, but that the countless military attaches in Jiangnan are almost all recommended by Wei Guogong in Nanjing, Shizhen, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his protΓ©gΓ©s and former officials are all over Jiangnan.
If you have anything to do, you should be the first to look for him.
Xu Hongji's body is weak, and he rests in the health hall of the mansion every day, at this time he leans on the bamboo chair, covered with a thin coat, and several maids tiptoe to serve.
And after Xu Hongji coughed a few times, a middle-aged man wearing a red flying fish suit came in and said to Xu Hongji: "Father." β
Xu Hongji looked up and glanced at the person who called his father.
This person is Xu Wenjue.
"Hey" Xu Hongji said: "I had a dream last night for my father, and I dreamed that someone had entered Nanjing City, Wenjue, what do you say about this dream?" β
Xu Wenjue said: "It's just a dream, my father needs to relax, not to mention that the dream is the opposite." β
Xu Hongji smiled bitterly: "It's only strange that our Xu family is too deeply involved, and now the northern and southern courts have reached the point where they are on the same page, but our Xu family has become the cusp of the storm, no matter what, my Xu family is favored by the country." β
"What the world has received is the grace of the country, not the kindness of his Zhu Youxiao." Xu Wenjue said: "He Zhu Youxiao acted perversely and didn't let us feel better, what else is there to say." Father, you are not in good health, and your son will take care of Nanjing's affairs. β
Xu Hongji was speechless for a while, and after a long time, he said: "The old man is just worried that our Xu family will repeat the mistakes of the Chengguo Mansion." β
Xu Wenjue said with a serious face: "Because of this, my son thinks that in order not to follow Cheng Guogong, we have to break the net, that Zhu Youxiao, the deception is too much, we will not have a good life without him." β
Xu Hongji nodded, as if he accepted Xu Wenjue's meaning, and then he sighed again, and then said: "The lonely army can't understand when he goes deep into Jiangnan, and the old man can't understand it!" β