On November 4, the second year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse, it was very cold.

Black clouds filled the sky, accumulating layer by layer, and the gloom seemed to be able to drip water.

The weather in Liaodong is getting colder and colder, and the bitter cold of winter has arrived.

The daily howling cold wind outside the window, the ice on the eaves, the hoarfrost on the ground, and the beggars and poor people freezing to death on the street all reminded Wang Qi that it was winter in Liaodong.

In the forty-seventh year of Wanli, Yang Hao entered Liao, and was urged by the imperial court several times to send troops, and the Ministry of War, the Governor's Office, the Celebrant and the Cabinet had a letter almost every three days.

Now, the situation in Liaodong has a trace of the original.

But the person in charge is no longer the same.

Wang Qi has been in Liaodong for half a month, and the imperial court has no intention of urging Wang Qi to send troops, and the emperor's eunuchs do not even dare to ask about military affairs in front of Wang Qi, and the generals under Wang Qi, in addition to daily training, it is impossible to ask when Lang Guogong will send troops.

And Wang Qi himself doesn't seem to be worried at all.

After all, the five-day period given to Dai Shan is the closest to the deadline.

In the past five days, Wang Qi seemed to be really waiting for something.

Quang Ninh City, Temporary Mansion.

"Now, counting the baggage and food sent by the Shanxi Commercial Bank, our army's cotton clothes, military boots and cotton armor are only enough for more than 10,000 people," as the new political envoy of Liaodong, Yuan Chonghuan has been reversed day and night these days, and he has hardly slept completely. ”

"Where's the grain?" Wang Qi lowered his head, his eyes kept falling on the map, as if he was studying the marching route.

"The food is enough, Xiong Jingluo sent troops at the beginning, and he didn't carry much grain and grass with the army, almost seventy percent of it was stored in Ningyuan City and Guangning City, but now it is enough" Yuan Chonghuan stood there, holding the shortage of military uniforms he listed, and was hesitating whether to hand it to Wang Qi.

"Lu Xiangsheng and He Kegang have already left?" After a while, Wang Qi asked.

"Yesterday, I went north into the grassland, but with more than 3,000 troops, whether it is useful or not, the lower official still retains a trace of doubt," Yuan Chonghuan is always full of worry these days, as if the difficulties in this life have been encountered in the past few days.

"The army of Quang Ninh City will depart tomorrow,"

Call!

Wang Qi exhaled lightly, rolled up the map on the table, and the densely marked map disappeared in front of Yuan Chonghuan. But in front of Liaodong Buzheng, he couldn't understand it.

"Tomorrow?" Without paying attention to the map on the table, Yuan Chonghuan gasped: "Set off tomorrow, but the grain, robes, and armor are not ready yet, wouldn't it be profitable for Houjin to set off in such a hurry?" ”

Yuan Chonghuan didn't want to repeat the mistakes of Shenyang City again, and even the tragedy of Salhu.

Again, Wang Qi can't save himself.

"At noon today, there will be ten ships of goods from Dengzhou Mansion by sea, you go and prepare, take people to Juehua Island to receive, tomorrow morning, all battalions must be ready!" Wang Qi raised his eyes to look at Yuan Chonghuan while sorting out the letters on the table: "Before I went north, Wang Huazhen had already rushed to Jiaodong to prepare materials for my Liaodong war. ”

Yuan Chonghuan had heard of the Four Seas Commercial Bank of the Jiaodong Wang's family, but the materials needed this time were not as simple as one or two, but 50,000 pieces.

"My lord, these ten boatloads of supplies." Yuan Chonghuan wanted to make sure what he was thinking.

"With the endorsement of the imperial court and the emperor's seal, what can't be borrowed?" Wang Qi squinted his eyes: "Lord Yuan, don't think too much about Liaodong, it's still Liaodong of the imperial court." ”

"Hehe, the adults are laughing, laughing, the lower officials don't think about anything, and they won't think about anything," Yuan Chonghuan coughed lightly, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Did you hear the rumors blowing from the south?" Wang Qi was a little curious about what Yuan Chonghuan thought of his reputation in the imperial court.

"My lord, there is the posture of a martial marquis, and there is the talent of a great master, if it is said that the world is peaceful, no one can compare," the expression on Yuan Chonghuan's face became more and more respectful, and he pondered for a moment before continuing: "There are adults in Liaodong, which is the blessing of the Ming Dynasty and the tragedy of the Later Jin. ”

"Oh?" Wang Qi smiled and expressed disbelief.

"What the lower official said is true," Yuan Chonghuan lowered his head, not daring to raise his eyes to look at Wang Qi.

didn't want to test Yuan Chonghuan, and there was no need, Wang Qi waved his hand: "You go to do something, and in half an hour, you will take people and go to Juehua Island." ”

"The subordinate obeys!"

Yuan Chonghuan slowly retreated.

In the tent, only Wang Qi was left.

The cold wind outside the tent was howling, and the tent was as warm as spring, Wang Qi thought for a long time, and opened the letter on the table again.

It was Wang Huazhen's letter, the logistics support of the Jiaodong Peninsula was extremely fast, with the endorsement of the emperor and the court, and nearly half of the family property was squeezed from the Confucian Mansion, and in half a month, more cotton clothes and bedding had been raised than when Xiong Tingbi cut gold.

Even Sun Chengzong personally rushed to Denglai in Jiaodong to shout for Wang Qi's invasion of Liao, and used his own reputation as a guarantee to ensure the smooth progress of the gold harvest.

Crackling, candles burning, Wang Qi thought about it and wrote a letter for the imperial court.

Tomorrow's war is already imperative.

Because of the material matter, it has been delayed for half a month, and if it drags on, when Liaodong really arrives in the cold winter, then even if the Liaodong soldiers are familiar with the climate, compared to Jiannu, they are still behind.

The fighting must end by December.

This is Wang Qi's bottom line.

And how to solve it quickly?

Thinking of this, Wang Qi's pen end is faster.

Not long before the rustle.

"The ministers look at the fertile fields of Liaodong for thousands of miles, the plains are vast, and the mountains are dotted between the plains, so guerrilla warfare, first pull out the fortress of the outskirts of Shenyang, and then besiege the lonely city, it is the combat habits of the Houjin after the best policy, there are no reinforcements outside, no grain and grass inside, and the winter is bitter and cold, and I will go out of the city to fight with me, then I will win."

"If it is trapped in the lonely city, it may be a long-term plan, but it will not be more than half a year, so for the overall situation, the imperial court grain and materials still need to be continuously transported from the customs, then my winning rate will still increase greatly, this is the middle policy."

"If in the end, Jiannu abandoned the city and fled and retreated to Hetuala, then I will lead my troops to the east, and I can plow the court and sweep the caves, and completely destroy its race, but this move is deep into the place, and the winter is bitter cold, which is not suitable for long-distance marching, this is the next policy."

After a long time, Wang Qi stopped writing and blew lightly, and the ink dried slightly.

In any case, when the army is outside, it is always necessary to give the emperor and the court a little feedback, otherwise the army will be suspicious for a long time.

(End of chapter)