North Zhili, the capital of Chu.
This huge city is located on the plain south of Yanshan Mountain. To say it is dangerous is really dangerous. It is only separated from the grasslands in the north by Yanshan Mountain.
Say it's solid, and it's solid.
Yanshan is a rolling mountain range with a Great Wall and passes set up on each road so that the cavalry from the grassland cannot enter.
Even losing Liaodong is not a big problem for Chudu. Because there is also the most majestic pass in the world, which is blocked by Shanhaiguan.
But when Liaodong is really lost, the influence it brings is unparalleled.
in politics.
Chu State actually lost its five prefectures, thirty-two cities, and millions of people.
Militarily, the Mongolian and Yuan troops have advanced to the Shanhaiguan area.
The pressure on the capital of Chu State increased greatly.
in civil matters. A large number of people from Liaodong entered Beizhili through Shanhaiguan, which put great pressure on the government of Beizhili.
It was autumn when the Han people from Liaodong fled, and it was winter when they arrived in Beizhili.
They brought no food and only a small amount of money. Prices on the road soared, and many people starved to death. The ordinary people who finally reached Beizhili were all skin and bones.
In this season of ice and snow, many people froze to death and starved to death.
At the feet of the Emperor, the most virtuous place. No matter how dark the government is, they dare not slack off and can only open warehouses to help the people.
And various news also followed.
Who died in battle, who surrendered, and the Meng Yuan people massacred the city, none of them was good news.
The Meng Yuan people were like a black cloud weighing on the Chu State. They were so dark and opaque that the Chu State could not breathe.
That's right.
The generals of Liaodong were in ruins, and so was the state of Chu. But the bad ship still has three points. Under the huge threat from the Mongolian people, the entire court was stimulated.
It was like a beast being stabbed into the chest by a sharp knife, causing a stress reaction.
Now in the court, the voice of the main battle gradually became louder.
Ministry of War.
This is a huge government office, with countless officials working in it. But there are very few serious officials.
The doctor is one of them.
There are four doctors in the Ministry of War, with the rank of fifth rank. The only big bosses who have pressure on them are one minister and two ministers.
Belongs to the upper level of the food chain.
afternoon.
Among the four doctors from the Ministry of War, Mou Jun, Sun Yuan, Zhao Shen and Yang Hui were sitting together drinking tea and chatting.
Beijing officials have less financial resources, but their salaries are high. The tea they drank was this year's best Yuqian Longjing, which ordinary people can't drink.
When chatting, of course there are topics.
The hottest topic now and one that cannot be avoided is Liaodong.
There was a "pop" sound. Mou Jun, who had a round face and a bad temper, stretched out his right hand and slapped the table with his palm, making a dull sound and successfully attracted the attention of the other three people.
"Ninety-nine percent of the generals in Liaodong are waste. How much food and materials are allocated by the court every year? Every slogan is loud, ensuring that Liaodong is as stable as Mount Tai. Okay. This year it will be all done."
"Some people escaped and some surrendered. It was really lively."
Mou Jun's face turned red, and the fat on his face trembled.
He is the three-pointed nail in the broken ship, a passionate official who cares about the country and the people. The other three are just old fritters.
Sun Yuan slowly looked up at his colleague and said, "Xiao Mou. How many times has this happened? It's so angry that it hurts the body."
Mou Jun was stunned. Now that the country is facing a national crisis, what else do you say about health care? He looked back at the others, feeling frustrated.
"My lords, why do you seem to be okay? Now Liaodong has fallen. The five prefectures and thirty-two cities, with millions of people, have become slaves of the barbarians."
Mou Jun clenched his fists, his voice was trembling, and his eyes were red.
"What's the use of being anxious? There are cabinet bachelors, ministers, and ministers here. They will find a way." Zhao Shen, who has gray hair and will retire soon, also slowly picked up the teacup and drank. One mouthful.
"You, you. Hey."
Mou Jun looked at these people and his liver ached with anger. At this moment, Yuanwai Lang Zhao Chong broke in from outside, holding a folding book in his hand. He looked up at the four people breathlessly and said, "My lords, there is a new situation in Liaodong."
"There was a man named Wu Nian. He actually killed four thousand captains and slaughtered nearly five thousand Mongolian soldiers."
"ah?!!!!"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Mou Jun is concerned about the country and the people, and the other three people have nothing to do with him.
"This is impossible. Who is this man named Wu Nian? Since the Mongolian and Yuan people went south, how many so-called generals have been defeated and died. Within a few months, all of Liaodong was gone. The losses of the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers were minimal. , he can actually kill four Meng Yuan thousand captains and slaughter five thousand soldiers?"
The first one to react and question fiercely was Mou Jun. His eyes widened in disbelief.
It's not his fault.
Liaodong generals sucked.
It is not uncommon to lie about military achievements.
If you kill five hundred people, you can boast that you have killed five thousand people.
This time it was better, everything fell. There are no more braggadocios. Who is Wu Nian? Mou Jun is in the Ministry of War and knows the big shots among Liaodong generals very well.
I have never heard of this person, so of course I doubt it.
"That's right. Who is Wu Nian? Is there such a person among the commanders?"
"No, no, no. Not to mention the commander, there isn't even a Qianhu named Wu Nian, right?"
"Is it a hundred households? A hundred households can kill five thousand people? Kill four Mengyuan thousand captains? If you can kill a hundred people, you are considered a strong general."
Everyone else also reacted and talked in a flurry of words. Everyone works in the Ministry of War. Although they fish all day long, they all know the generals of Liaodong very well.
One mouth for you, one mouth for me. Not only were the commanders excluded, but thousands of households were also excluded.
As for the Baihu official, what kind of official is that? Who remembers the special code?
Even if they were beaten to death, they would not believe it. One hundred households could slaughter five thousand people, and four Mongolian Yuan thousand captains could be killed in a formation.
As for the words of [Yan Han], they are only circulated in Liaodong. At present, the Chu State is not too clear about it.
The instigator, Yuanwailang Zhao Chong, gave a wry smile, handed the folder to the four superior officials, and said, "My lords, stop guessing. Even if I beat you to death, you still won't be able to guess what kind of official this Wu Nian is."
"See for yourselves."
The four of them were stunned when they heard this. You can't even guess if we were beaten to death?
So what kind of official is this Wu Nian?
Zhao Chong successfully aroused the curiosity of the four people. Mou Jun snatched the booklet with his hand, opened it, and read ten lines at a glance, reading very quickly.
With a "pop" sound, he loosened his hands and the folded book fell to the ground. His face was dull and he murmured: "Sure enough, you can't guess it."
“He is actually a small flag officer?!!!!”
"What did you say?" the other three doctors said in unison.
