In July of the 47th year of Wanli, Nurhaci completed the annexation of Yehe in Haixi and continued to expand southward, threatening Liaoshen.
The mountain rain was about to come and the wind filled the building. In order to guard Liaoshen, the imperial court urgently recruited Baigan soldiers and Zhejiang soldiers to go north to aid Liao. The total number of reinforcements exceeded 10,000.
Due to the butterfly effect of the time travellers, the bloody battle of Hun River, which was originally earth-shattering in history, will kick off in advance in this plane in a more cruel and intense form.
As the Liao-Shenyang War approaches, the pressure on Liu Zhaosun is increasing day by day. He has temporarily put aside civil affairs and handed them all over to Kang Yingqian for management.
Liu Zhaosun spent all his energy on the training of the new army and the layout of city defense. Based on his understanding of the Houjin Army, as long as Liaochen can be defended, Nurhachi will not easily attack Kaiyuan. As for how long Liao Shen can defend, it depends on whether the white pole soldiers and Zhejiang soldiers can cooperate well.
If the Zhejiang soldiers and the Baigan soldiers continued to fight among themselves before the Jin army arrived, as they did in history, then Liao and Shen would fall at the speed of light, and Kaiyuan City would be besieged on all sides.
This time Kaiyuan city defense deployment needs to take into account Liao and Shen cities.
Xiong Jinglue was still in the capital waiting for the Baigan soldiers and the Zhejiang soldiers to go north, waiting for the guest soldiers to arrive, and then they went out together to aid the Liao Dynasty.
Perhaps Master Xiong was aware of something strange in Liao Town. Without these two powerful armies, he would not be able to give orders to these military leaders. The two guest soldiers were still on the way, so Master Xiong was unable to make the trip.
Liu Zhaosun sent people to Liaoyang three times, hoping to cooperate with Liao Town in defense, and sent troops to several important places between Kaiyuan and Liaoyang. However, General Liao Shen has been perfunctory and has not responded to Liu Zhaosun until now, and he does not know who these people are. What are you thinking.
Liu Zhaosun is now increasingly worried that the various firearms and weapons that Xiong Tingbi spent millions of Liao's wages to replace for the Liao-Shen-Ming Army some time ago will eventually be used to bombard his own people in the bloody battle of the Hun River, as was the case in history.
With his backers falling, he could only rely on himself in the end. Liu Zhaosun gave up his illusions about Liao Town and decided to strengthen Kaiyuan's own defenses. He considered repairing the forts around Kaiyuan, expanding his sphere of influence outwards, and increasing the depth of Kaiyuan's strategy. Even if he only expanded one or two miles outward, it would be better than sitting in an isolated city.
One of the reasons why the last battle in Kaiyuan was so brutal was that the fighting took place under the city walls, leaving the defenders with no room for maneuver.
Of course, without the support of powerful cavalry, the infantry's maneuvering is a false proposition. If the infantry goes out of the city to fight in the field, it is easy to be dumped by enemies several times their size.
Liu Zhaosun did not want to start a Long March in the ice and snow of Liaodong four hundred years in advance.
After all, he needed cavalry now, more cavalry.
The Mongolian merchants in Kaiyuan City are almost gone. These fence-sitters will never change their habit of sitting on the fence. The remaining merchants are not willing to do business with Liu Zhaosun. They are only willing to sell miscellaneous horses and colts to the Ming army. Liu Zhaosun can talk about it. , and finally spent a high price to buy thirty good horses.
Kang Yingqian suggested killing the goose to get the eggs, and killing and robbing all the Mongolians who were taking advantage of the fire. Liu Zhaosun also mentioned his theory of Taoism, saying that he was not a bandit, and he would not rob himself.
Kaiyuan City, which was once famous for its horse market, now couldn't even find a hundred war horses. Even Liu Zhaosun didn't believe it.
It has been more than half a month since the Yehe cavalry escaped. Yehe merchants in the city said that this cavalry was probably in danger.
Liu Zhaosun would go to the Intelligence Department after his work every day and tirelessly inquire about the whereabouts of this cavalry.
Good luck is right in front of you, but you need to wait patiently. When the commander-in-chief is in a panic, he doesn't know that he has already become famous all over the world.
Liu Zhaosun's deeds of killing thugs in Zhangjiawan that day were carried to various places along the canal through trackers. Because the story contained factors such as Ba Ya La, Mei Ji, young heroes, and the world's great roads, it successfully attracted all walks of life in the Ming Dynasty, including scholars, farmers, industry, and commerce. Therefore, the story was immediately spread throughout the canal. Finally, storytellers from all over the world added exaggerations and embellishments, and became It has become a classic storytelling script.
Many years later, when people in the Ming Dynasty went to teahouses to drink tea, "General Xuanwu Battles Baya La" was still a must-play for everyone.
In the storytelling, Xuanwu general Liu Zhaosun has become a figure like Zhao Yun and Yue Fei, brave and good at fighting, serving the country and the people (actually, this is what he is)
The Daxing Qingpi who was killed by him turned into Bagala who sneaked into the Ming Dynasty, and the number of people changed from two to ten.
The amount of food distributed by General Liu to the trackers has also increased from 300 shi to 300,000 shi. This number is approximately equal to the total annual throughput of the entire Zhangjiawan port.
The beauties around Liu Zhaosun also changed from Jin Yuji to Jin Yuji, Silver Yuji and the Eight Beauties of Qinhuai.
The story has twists and turns and is very touching.
In the capital, a teahouse on Qipan Street was filled with tea guests who had come to listen to a book. There were drinks and fruits on the table, and the tea guests were listening and eating.
The young shop assistant carried a long teapot measuring one foot and five inches, and mixed tea and water for the customers.
The copper kettle spread in Bashu has recently become popular among tea drinkers in the capital. The teapot is held high, two feet away from the bowl, and the boiling water is washed away with a brush. The whole movement was smooth and neat, which aroused the admiration of the tea drinkers.
"Snapped!"
The gavel exploded, and the tea guests' attention was drawn to the stage.
A lean storyteller slashed his folding fan into the air, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and preached:
"We mentioned in the last letter that on that day at the Zhangjiawan dock, the slave chief ordered his soldiers to burn the army rations. He was discovered by his fellow commander Lu. Tongzhi Lu was also a fierce general. He fought with the slave chief for 300 rounds, but his crotch was bloody. Overwhelmed by the heavy load, his horse power failed, and Lord Lu fell off his horse.
Lu Tongzhi dislocated his jaw and said angrily:
"The thief will leave. Don't take away my two thousand stones of food!"
Ba Yala's mace came out, Master Lu blocked it with both swords, and was knocked unconscious to the ground. The slave thief looked up to the sky and laughed:
"There is no one in this Southern Dynasty, and the Southern Barbarians are vulnerable! Damn!"
Seeing Jian Nu's careful work, he was about to run away. At this moment, he heard a loud shout:
"Slave thief! Don't be so crazy! General Xuanwu of the Ming Dynasty is here! Where can you escape!"
I saw a young general, wearing an iron helmet and a soap robe, holding a golden dragon spear eight feet long, with a black and red blood horse under his crotch, standing in front of Jiannu, holding a jade tree in the wind. , looks like Pan An, elegant and charming beyond words.
It turns out that on that day when the Holy One was in front of the Meridian Gate, he awarded General Liu the title of General Xuanwu. Jiannu Bagara didn't know that. He just thought he was an unknown person. He waved the Pegasus meteor hammer and hit him with a swish, speaking in Yi language. shouting:
"Southern barbarian! Looking for death!"
"Click~~~~! Bang!"
The Pegasus meteor hammer hit Shenlong's golden spear hard, which must be General Xuanwu. If it were anyone else, the spear in his hand would have to be released, and the arm holding the spear would be broken!
The Wuzhui Chixueju took a few steps back.
“Tap tap tap~~~” “Xu~~~~”
General Liu pressed his hand on the pommel bridge and stopped his spear. He looked up and saw five or six more Tatars coming up in front of him.
These Tartars were all born with stocky hands and feet, crooked melons and cracked dates, rat whiskers on their chins, and a money rat tail on the back of their heads.
The thin-faced storyteller took out a weasel skin from his arms, opened it in front of everyone, and took a picture of the scarecrow:
"Did you see that? That's what Tatars look like!"
The tea guest in the front row was startled by the weasel skin and leaned back.
The thin-faced storyteller put down the weasel skin, raised his hand and thrust out the paper fan:
"You slaves and thieves, please tell me your names. I will not kill unknown people!"
"Wow, ah, ah, ah, I am the red flag of the Great Jin Kingdom, Bayala Bayin Tu, and this is...!!"
The storyteller suddenly stopped and laughed three times:
"Hahaha! I am busy with military affairs, so the five of you will come together. I will send you on the road today!"
"Your master Amin has been killed by me three times. You nameless rats dare to stop me from taking the high road! You must accept your life! Take my shot!"
Puff, when the divine dragon dipped its golden spear, it was like a big python coming out of its cave, like a dragon coming out of the water, whew! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Knocked down two Bagas in a row..."
A young tea guest sitting in the front row burst out laughing. At this moment, his soul seemed to have penetrated Liu Zhaosun's body. He held the tea cup in his hand as a spear and thrust it forward, spilling hot tea on his hand without realizing it.
The storyteller slammed the gavel, and there was a loud bang. The young man felt the back of his hand was hot. He gritted his teeth to hold back the pain, and did not dare to scream. He just raised his head and stared at the storyteller, waiting anxiously for what he said next. .
Under the gaze of all the tea guests, the thin-faced storyteller took a sip of tea, put down the tea cup, smiled and cupped his hands and said:
"A divine dragon's big gold-dipped spear stirred up Tianjin Guards, and five Pegasus meteor hammers cut off Zhangjiawan's souls!"
"Three feet of dragon spring and thousands of books, what will God give me? If you can't serve the country and secure the world, you are in vain to call yourself a man!"
"What exactly is the Great Dao? Are the five Ba Ya La dead or alive? If you want to know the funeral, please listen to the next chapter to explain it!!"
The young man suddenly stood up, followed the tea guests and raised his arms, holding pieces of silver in his hands, and shouted to the stage:
"Extra show! Extra show!"
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Wu Xiao looked back at the crowded teahouse. As soon as he turned around, Lao Zhang came over with the carriage and asked him to go back to the inn to rest.
"Sir, how do you feel about storytelling today? Are you enjoying it?"
Wu Xiao put his hand behind his back to prevent the old servant from seeing the burn, otherwise he would scold him again.
"The judgment is very good. Every time I get stuck at that point, I won't reward you for playing extra games."
The most popular story telling in the capital right now is "General Liu vs. Bagara". The thin-faced old man said it best. He had no choice but to wait.
Lao Zhao thought for a while, squinted his eyes and said with a smile:
"Sir, since this storytelling was taught in the capital, many disciples want to go to Liaodong. I heard that this storytelling is also taught in Nanzhili. Is it the same as what you heard?"
Wu Xiao shook his head with a smile and sent Lao Zhang away to go back to the inn first. He turned around and walked towards Zuo'anmen. People were coming and going on the street, and Wu Xiao walked forward minding his own business.
In the past few days, the war in Liaodong was approaching, and the capital also smelled the smell of war. Some good family members regarded Liu Zhaosun as an example and began to make plans to make contributions.
It has been a hundred years since the collapse of the Ming Dynasty's road guide system, and the prosperity of the commodity economy forced people to move freely.
This is an open era, and this is a dangerous era.
The young man Wu Xiao looked determined, imagining himself going to Liaodong to make great achievements, and walked out of Zuo'anmen with his head held high.
This young man from Sanyuan, Shaanxi came to the capital to travel after the Salhu War.
He was already familiar with the legendary story of Liu Zhaosun. The last time the soldiers came to the capital to offer prisoners, he was deeply impressed by the soldiers' neat appearance. He secretly made up his mind to go to Liaodong to establish a career in the future.
Wu Xiao may not know yet, but at this moment, thousands of Han men in this ancient empire are just like him, confident and ready to rush to Liaodong to help Xuanwu General Liu Zhaosun.
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