As he spoke, the young officer drew his sword with a sonorous sound and shouted, "Fauber." ”

"Sir."

"Driving."

"No." The old coachman, Fuber, promised softly, then shook the reins of his horse suddenly, and suddenly shouted, "Drive." ”

Full of energy, energetic, and neat movements.

Driven by him, the simple carriage moved forward, quite a bit of "driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain".

The scribe in the car stood in the wind, pointing his sword forward, with the momentum of "although tens of millions of people are going".

Although the young scribe did not carry a sword, he did not hesitate to clamp the horse's belly and follow him closely.

Seeing this, the righteous qi hidden in their hearts was finally ignited, and as the common man who was talking to the young scribe shouted, he raised his arms and shouted, and they all followed.

The people who were fleeing in panic in front of them saw this broken carriage traveling in the wrong direction, and when they looked up, they saw an elegant scribe dressed as a civil official standing on the carriage, not squinting, not angry and arrogant.

They all subconsciously gave way to both sides, and on this crowded wide channel, they left a passage to the city gate, so that the carriage carrying the scribe could quickly reach the city gate without any obstacles.

At this time, most of the people had already rushed into the city, and the rest were scattered around the city wall, and the soldiers and horses of the five cities guarding the Guangqu Gate also seemed to have figured out some of the situation.

But at this point, he could only make a mistake, maintain a vigilant posture and slowly retreat into the city, and stubbornly wanted to close the city gate.

"Stop."

Just when the two heavy Guangqu gates slowly closed and were about to close completely, a loud shout from the city finally left a gap, and also retained a dignity for the Ming Jingshi, who had not tasted war for a long time.

The guards at the gate looked behind them and saw a rudimentary carriage approaching quickly, on which stood a young civil official.

Looking at his official uniform, in the Beijing division where high-ranking officials and princes are everywhere, the rank does not seem very high.

However, his sword pointed ahead, and his solemn appearance suddenly made a calm breath come to his face, and his official uniform hunted under the slaughter of the alley wind, which added a bit of momentum to it.

If the guards met a savior, they immediately bowed down and clenched their fists: "My lord! ”

The team immediately stepped forward and led the horse to fall.

However, the civil official did not appreciate it, but said in a very light but unquestioning tone: "Open the gates! ”

"Your Excellency?" The team was shocked and hesitated.

The young civil servant said angrily: "When is it now? If you dare to close the door without authorization, the crime is no different from rebellion. Let me ask you, the 80,000 alien iron cavalry and the 40,000 Guanning iron cavalry outside the city, but you saw it with your own eyes? The so-called alien races, are they the Mongol tribes, or the Jurchen slaves, or the Japanese who have not committed crimes for a long time? ”

The "Adult ......" team was stunned, and the figures of the eight young cavalrymen and a big yellow dog outside the city came into mind, and they suddenly sweated like rain.

Seeing that he was still not enlightened, the young civil official finally couldn't help but scold: "Idiot! If there are really 120,000 iron cavalry breaking into the pass, how can the soldiers only notice when they come to Beijing? You don't know that a catastrophe is coming? And it's the drunkenness of the Zhujiu clan! Don't open the gates yet! ”

"Quick! Open the gates! Open the gates! The team was startled, and at the same time as giving the order, they also hurriedly stepped forward.

"Wait for me to meet these 80,000 alien races, 40,000 Guan Ning!" As the city gate slowly opened again, the cold wind instantly poured into the city gate hole, but the young civil official did not shrink in the slightest, but stretched his body and shouted.

The old coachman Fubo resolutely shook the reins of his horse, carried his master, and slowly walked out of the city.

Although there is only one person, one horse, one cart, and one husband, it is like carrying thousands of troops and horses out of the city.

"Protect your lordship!"

The guards of the city gate were still brave, and as the team shouted, they crowded the carriages, escorted the young civil officials to the outside of the city, stopped before rejecting the horses, and confronted the young iron horsemen from Guanning at a distance of seventy or eighty paces.

The distance of one hundred and eighty steps is a short time for a young man from Guanning who has superb equestrian skills and rides a fine war horse.

When the gate slowly closed, the other seven people all looked at Chongzhen, asked him with their eyes if he wanted to stop him, and then explained clearly.

Huang Chongzhen knew that this was not feasible, if the city gate was really closed and the tenon was on, he would immediately turn the horse's head and hide the eight elite war horses, so that the two dogs who were extremely humane could take care of them temporarily.

Then, disguised as ordinary people and blended into the city, after meeting Wei Zhongxian, he would immediately return to the Guanning defense line with his disappointment in the Ming Jingshi, and go all out to prepare for the upcoming battle of Ningjin, which had never happened.

Even if there is an official in the imperial history to impeach Yuan Chonghuan afterwards, there is no need to be afraid, after all, there are no cameras in this era, and the matter is very big, if you don't catch the current situation, or have real evidence, it will be very easy to be understood as a false accusation.

In fact, there have been imperial historians who have expressed their concerns about Yuan Chonghuan, a feudal official, but so far, both the Emperor of the Apocalypse and Wei Zhongxian have adopted an attitude of absolute trust.

After all, with Xiong Tingbi's experience, the two masters of Long Live Nine Thousand know that Liaodong is not so easy to guard. In addition to Xiong Tingbi, only Sun Chengzong and Yuan Chonghuan were masters and apprentices, and they achieved certain results.

Yuan Chonghuan defended Ningyuan alone, and achieved the first victory for the Ming Dynasty since the launch of Jiannu, and for a while, people's hearts were excited.

If you don't rely on him, who else can you rely on? Are the graduates of Donglin Academy who have shrunk into the customs like Gao Di?

Huang Chongzhen intuitively felt that the young civil official who confronted him seventy or eighty steps away was not a graduate of Donglin Academy, which was full of civil officials.

Because, Donglin Shizi pretended to be worried about the country and the people, benevolence and morality, but he couldn't reveal such a heroic righteousness from his bones, and he easily didn't have the blood and courage to face the cavalry.

When Huang Chongzhen was looking at the young civil officials, the latter also quickly looked at them one by one.

One two three four five...... Eight cavalry ...... 80,000 Alien Iron Riders......

Rao is young civil official is very well-educated, and he is quite deep in the city at a young age, but he still can't help but have an urge to scold his mother, and said: "This is the 80,000 alien iron horsemen in your mouth, even the Tatar Warat or the Jurchen Jiannu can't tell the difference?" This dress, this breath, where can a foreign race dress up, it is clearly a compatriot of the Han family! ”

Although his eyes were still staring at the eight people, the team knew that this sarcastic remark was said to himself, the guards of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses, and hurriedly smiled awkwardly: "It's our clumsiness, and I ask your lord to forgive me......

"Hippie smiley, what a system!" The young civil official tilted his head slightly and scolded, then stopped his gaze on the second dog squatting next to the big black horse for a moment, and sighed sadly and self-deprecatingly, "A yellow dog with four legs, and 40,000 Guan Ning iron horses that are used as alien dog legs, are not groundless!" ”

"What did you say?"

"What bullshit!"

"Which dog is chewing the root of his tongue and has the ability to stand up, grandpa promises not to beat you!"

In fact, since ancient times, the relationship between the Beijing officials and soldiers and the border soldiers has always been in a state of mutual incomprehension and even more unconvincing to each other, sometimes very delicate, sometimes very competitive, and sometimes there will be friction and conflict.

One side thinks that they have been fighting on the border all the year round, and they have no merit and hard work, while the other side thinks that they either complain or exaggerate their merits, and they still kill a good person and pretend to be a military merit when they have nothing to do.

Therefore, the unintentional words of the young civil official, which was not malicious, turned into a stone that stirred up a thousand waves.

Zu Kuan and others refuted and scolded one after another, and Wu Sangui, who boasted of being elegant and funny, was even more excited.

Even Zhou Ji, who was like an ancient well, couldn't help but clench his fists, and the two dogs both barked in protest, until Huang Chongzhen gently called its name.

The young civil servant knew that he had lost his words, but he could afford to put it down, and arched his hand to apologize.

In the era when civil officials were popular and military generals were constrained everywhere, such courtesy was enough to flatter Zu Kuan and other rough men, so the fire of anger against him immediately disappeared and turned to the city gate guards.

He was stared at by eight horsemen who were not very old, but their bodies were already quite strong and strong, with bull's eyes the size of copper bells.

On weekdays, the guards of the city gate, who have five or six people, are really a little stunned in their hearts, and they know that they are at a loss, so they insist on holding back and not scolding back, so as to escalate the contradiction, but follow the example of young civil officials, clenching their fists and arching their hands to express their apologies.

The state of etiquette, treat each other with courtesy, and the same root and the same clan, no hatred and no resentment, many things, just laugh at it, there is no need to hold on.

Huang Chongzhen waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and arched his hand to say hello.

When the other six people saw this, they were immediately relieved and returned the salute one after another.

Only Wu Sangui was still a little resentful, but when he saw that this young civil official was wearing the official uniform of the prefect of the Waifang, he saw that his eyes were purring, and he immediately changed into a smiling face.

Seeing this, the young civil official also showed an elegant smile and said, "The matter is very high, why don't you stop here?" ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the team standing next to the carriage, and saw that the latter was busy nodding his head again and again, and constantly bowing to the eight horsemen in front of him, so he turned his eyes again and looked at the eight teenagers in front of him.

Huang Chongzhen clenched his fists and smiled: "Thank you, my lord, for the introduction, we also have this intention." ”

Zhou Ji and the other six people also nodded lightly, and Wu Sangui hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, the so-called grievances should be resolved and not settled, and this is not a grudge, at most it is a beautiful misunderstanding." ”

The young civil official nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "If what you expect is not bad, you are the subordinate of Lord Yuan, the governor of Liaodong, and the soldiers of the Guanning Army who are guarding the key points in western Liaoxi for my Ming Dynasty, right?" ”

"Where, where."

"How dare you."

Who doesn't like to be praised by others, a sentence from a young civil official does not necessarily bring many praises with beautiful words, but it makes a group of young veterans smile and be honored, but they are twisted.

"Hahaha! Not bad! Exactly! Wu Sangui hated this kind of pretending to be garlic the most, so he behaved extremely eye-catching.

It's just that the young civil servant just glanced at him lightly, and then turned his gaze to the dark-faced young man in the middle, waiting for his reply.

Wu Sangui's laughter suddenly turned into an embarrassing laugh, and Huang Chongzhen was helpless, so he had to arch his hand and say, "My lord praises it falsely." ”

"A certain family is not complimenting, but just telling the truth." The young civil official seriously affirmed, and then asked, "Why did you come here this time to join the Beijing Division?" ”

Wu Sangui boldly speculated that this young civil official could be released to become a prefect at a young age, and boldly speculated that he must be a disciple of the eunuch party and had the heart to make friends, so he hurriedly said: "The birthday banquet of Father-in-law Wei is imminent, and we have come from afar, naturally to wish him the happiness of the old man such as the East China Sea, longevity than Nanshan, and blessing the Ming ......Dynasty."

Huang Chongzhen knew that in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, there were not many capable officials who were full of enthusiasm and righteousness, and who were also in line with their age, so as soon as the young civil official appeared, he was already guessing his identity.

Moreover, he went back and forth between Sun Chuanting, Lu Xiangsheng, and even Hong Chengchou, but he was not sure.

Hearing Wu Sangui say this, he knew that he was going to suffer.

Sure enough, the young civil official, who was still smiling and groaning just now, became like water almost instantly, and suddenly shouted: "In this case, the imperial city is not yet dismounting!" ”

"Uh...... This ......" Wu Sangui looked at Huang Chongzhen in a daze, but saw that the latter, who had never been humble or arrogant, had obediently jumped off the big black horse, and also led Huang Youbei to the left, and let him stand quietly on the side of the road.

Zhou Ji and the other six people only valued the true horse's head, and they didn't need his orders, so they had already acted according to the law.

Wu Sangui's face suddenly turned red, and he was extremely ashamed and angry in his heart, but he could only learn from it.

The young civil official never expected that the border soldiers, who had always been unruly, would become so well-behaved because of his words, and he was stunned for a moment, and he already had some guesses in his heart.

A pair of star-like deep eyes turned around Chongzhen's body, and the anger finally turned into a cold snort, and the sword was put into the sheath, turning around towards the tall and vicissitudes of the imperial city, casting a deep glance, and then calling the old horseman and said, "Fu Bo." ”

"Sir."

"Drive, get out of these shafts."

"No." The old horseman made a promise, shook the reins of the horse, set up the carriage, carried the master, and drove slowly along the official road into the distance.

When the carriage staggered by, Huang Chongzhen subconsciously hugged his fists to say goodbye, and the young civil official caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, but he only flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly, then held his head high, stood in the wind, like a warrior on the march, and left proudly.

When Zu Kuan and the others saw this, they were indignant.

Wu Sangui, who was resentful, even complained: "Ah Zhen, he is scolding us, and you are still so polite to him." ”

"Don't take yourself too seriously, we're just in passing, the main thing he scolds is the people here." Huang Chongzhen grinned and said, "There are young people on the outside, and there are young pillars inside, who said that this big tomorrow has been corroded to the point of incurability?" ”

"Who said that? Who said that, exactly? The young ears heard it in a very low volume, but they said very deep words, and then they followed his quiet pointing, and what they saw was the tall and majestic imperial city.

No matter how unruly the border soldiers are, they can't escape the restrictions of class.

And in these years, the Ming Dynasty, although it has declined with the defeat of Liaodong several times, is like a vicissitudes of life, and it has suffered a lot.

However, the power of the dragon's hundred battles is even greater than before, and it is not something that these bitter generals can shake and question.