Guarding the border, one can see the stars and the moon, the Guanhe River is silent outside the Great Wall, and the wind and snow outside Ningyuan City are still there. Although it is not as strong as the one five hundred miles away that blocks the sky and the sun, the civilian workers are risking their lives in construction, and they are still suffering from the cold despite the heat.
Chang Yu rode out of the city with his bow on his back, and led his bodyguards to ride through the barren mountains and ridges again, covering all the mountains in the northwest. He did not return to the city until dark. His face was blue and purple, his eyebrows were frozen, but he was frozen.
After taking a hot bath and drinking tens of thousands of bone soups, I finally felt warm again. I leaned over my desk and began to draw. The topographic map I surveyed in the afternoon suddenly appeared on the paper. I then looked at the drawing and frowned in thought.
Sometimes he looked at the falling snow reflected in the lights outside the window, and raised the corner of his mouth. If the snow was heavy enough, even if he didn't lay bait, Dorgon would either withdraw his troops back to Shenyang, or change their route to Ningyang. After all, the road south from Fuxin was all mountainous, and the mountains were blocked by heavy snow. He makes a move
People in Xixuetian are pretentious and like to dance with their writing, while people in martial arts also have thousands of emotions, but they have no idea, so in order to vent their emotions, they have to use swords and sticks.
Wuzhong was not afraid of the wind and snow. He stood in the courtyard and practiced archery against a target tree more than ten meters away. He was very strong and used a strong bow, and he hit nine out of ten, which was pretty good.
Chang Yu watched him practice archery from the door with an expressionless face. Wu Hong looked back: "Is it true that a hundred steps can pierce a poplar?"
The little eunuch said nothing, stretched out his hand, and Wuzhong handed him the bow and arrow.
There was a lantern hanging in a loft in the distance about a hundred paces away. Chang Yu seemed to take a casual aim, and the arrow was like a shooting star. With a snap, the lantern was shot down.
Wuzhong was stunned.
"Crossing the Yangtze with a hundred steps is not a skill, and the lantern is dead. And you should learn to walk first before thinking about running. A thousand arrows a day will make a small success in a month."
"What is Xiaocheng?" Wuzhong asked.
Chang Yu thought for a moment: "You can shoot birds and animals within fifty steps."
Wu Zhong frowned. He might not even be able to hit the target twenty steps away. The birds and animals fifty steps away were like ink spots. He couldn't hit the target even if he lay still. If he started running...
At this time, he finally realized how powerful Chang Yu's archery skills were. He had hunted outside the city several times and galloped on horseback to kill hares and animals. Although the distance was only within twenty-three steps, those animals were running for their lives. Being hunted while running wildly.
"The governor's archery skills are superb," Wuzhong said sincerely.
Chang Yu chuckled and shook his head: "You sit in a well and look at the sky. The master of archery is as far superior to the governor as a crucian carp crossing the river. Even Wu Sangui is slightly better than the governor!"
Wu Zhong was a little skeptical. He had seen Wu Sangui's archery skills when he was hunting with his attendants, and thought it was just like that. There was nothing extraordinary about it. In fact, He was just a layman watching the show, so he didn't blame him for his vision problems.
"Compared with archery, I think his boxing and kicking skills are quite impressive. With his natural power, I can fight with him. It's a pity that last time..." Wuzhong said with a slight regret: "Yesterday, the Governor was defeated in one move. It really opens your humble eyes!"
Chang Yu laughed heartily. Wu Sangui was born in martial arts. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He is good at bowing, horse riding, and shooting. He is also born with supernatural power. He can fight with you and rely on his supernatural power to be evenly matched in a short time. However, after thirty moves, he will eventually lose due to martial arts. You were defeated. As for the governor defeating him with one move, it was because of his tricky tactics that he was caught off guard by the attack. If he had concentrated on it, it would have taken at least twenty moves for the governor to defeat him.
Wu Zhong let out a sigh: "I deeply regret that I never defeated him. If I had the chance..."
It was said that Cao Cao had arrived. While the two were talking, Wu Sangui came to see him.
"Your Excellency, you are so elegant, you should enjoy the snow in the courtyard with fine wine!" Wu Sangui came into the courtyard and saw Chang Yu and Wu Zhongyi chatting on the porch in front of the door, and burst into laughter.
Chang Yu responded with a smile: "I don't like wine. Besides, there is an order in the army to prohibit drinking even if you die in battle. How can you, as a governor, take the lead in violating discipline?" He laughed again: "This governor is a reckless man. He drinks wine and enjoys the snow, like a scholar. "I'm not here, I'm just giving this guy some pointers." He invited Wu Sangui into the room.
Wu Zhong took a long breath, endured it, endured it, endured it, and went on to practice archery.
The fragrance of tea lingered in the cup, and Wu Sangui sighed that he had been free for half the night. Reinforcements would continue to arrive from tomorrow, and it was estimated that Dorgon had also received his begging letter at this time. If expected, the first wave of troops would also be there. He arrived within a few days, and the battle was imminent. The battle of wits and courage made him feel pressure increased sharply, like a mountain pressing down on his chest and making him unable to breathe.
Wu Sangui would be famous in later generations, but at this time he was only showing his talents. At the age of twenty, he was appointed as a guerrilla and fought with his father Wu Xiang. At the age of twenty-three, he was promoted to the general of the right camp. At the age of twenty-six, he was promoted to the deputy general of the right camp, which is equivalent to the deputy general. The commander-in-chief, who was serving under Hong Chengchou at the age of twenty-seven, was promoted as the head coach of Ningyuan Regiment. Although he came from a family of generals, it was more of an affirmation of his ability.
However, until this year, he was thirty-two years old and had always followed those big brothers in all the wars. He had never stood alone. But now he had to carry the weight of the powerful and fierce Manchu Qing army. How could he not be nervous? How can there be no pressure.
Chang Yu drank tea and listened to Wu Sangui's chatter and sighs. It was obvious that he was not sure enough about this battle, or that he lacked confidence like his soldiers.
Chang Yu can actually understand this. In terms of military strength, combat power, armament, and military morale, the Ming army cannot compare with the Qing army. In addition, Wu Sangui has never had the experience of being the leader alone, and all his subordinates are also He was of unknown origin, but he later joined Queen Pingxi's subordinates who were good at fighting, including Hu Guozhu, Xia Guoxiang, Li Benzhen, Wang Pingfan and others. At this time, some were not born, and some were still babbling.
Nagging is okay, Chang Yu seemed to listen calmly, and occasionally sighed in agreement, but he was more wary of Wu Sangui in his heart. Last year, Dorgon asked Zu Dashou to write a letter to Wu Sangui to surrender. Although Wu Sangui refused, he also He left himself a way out, otherwise when Li Zicheng went to Shanhaiguan to beat him, he immediately thought of asking Dorgon for help. Dorgon didn't have too much suspicion, turned around and marched for thirteen days to help him.
In short, Chang Yu and Dorgon are in the same situation at this time. Ning Yuan must win this battle!
If Dorgon fails to send troops, he will surely fall and eventually be killed by his political opponents. If he wins and consolidates his position, his power will be unparalleled for a while.
If Chang Yu wins, he can defend the country and relieve the danger of the capital. His deep favor with the emperor will not only boost the morale of the army, but may also intensify conflicts and intensify the internal struggle for power in the Qing Dynasty. There will be no time to make plans for the Ming Dynasty.
But if he loses, the nobles and some courtiers in the capital will definitely let him take the blame and trample him to death. Even if Chongzhen is so kind that he dies, it will be difficult to trust him from now on, and he may even take all the blame. And forget it, just kill him.
The more important thing is that these are all the results of his safe escape back to the pass. If Ningyuan City is breached, even if he does not die in the battle, Wu Sangui will definitely take him and surrender to the enemy. The governor of Dongchang will say whether it is big or small. , but as the emperor's confidant, he could naturally pull out a lot of useful information, which was of some value to the Qing army.
If it really comes to that point, I will take advantage of it and kill him. Chang Yu glanced at Wu Sangui.
Wu Sangui, who was chatting, suddenly felt a murderous aura. He looked up with doubts in his heart, but only saw a smile on the little eunuch's face, like the spring breeze blowing on his face, like the warm sun in early summer.
