While several nearby North Korean generals were watching the fire from across the bank, holding back and silently witnessing the miracle happening to Park Congrong, at the Seven Star Gate in the outer city of Linyang, Li Zicheng and his teammates were pretending to be soldiers of Zheng Douyuan's guard, preparing to sneak into this place secretly. It is an important town in the two wests.
"My surname is Zheng, you are a Korean, the Empress Dowager Cisheng, and Uncle Jin is also a Korean. You think about repaying kindness every day and plotting to kill the Supreme Emperor, but the Queen Mother and the uncle think about doing good to Daqi and the people. You said, You are both Koreans, so why are you so different?"
"Shen Baihu was killed by you white-eyed wolves in the first place. If little brother Li Zicheng hadn't stopped him today, believe it or not, I would have killed you!"
Zhao Yuanzhi did not have any good impressions of North Korean envoys such as Zheng Douyuan - his immediate boss Shen Lian was a member of Zhang Chun's rebellion and was killed by a small military household. The rebellion was also supported by North Koreans.
Zhang Yuanzhi's ancestral home was Tieling, Liaodong. He followed Shen Lian and fled back to Liaodong from the capital. Pei Dahu saw that he had good skills, so he left him in the Chinese Army Guards. After staying in Kaiyuan for a long time, Lao Tie's Liaodong dialect became more and more fluent. After Shen Lian's death, Zhao Yuanzhi became addicted to alcohol and had no one to restrain him. He was usually very aggressive and would not like killing anyone. It was no longer appropriate to stay in the Imperial Guard. In the end, he was sent to the Feiyi Guard by Pei Dahu and followed Zhang Mazi everywhere. Kill people.
"Okay, Lao Zhao, that's enough!"
Li Zicheng stepped forward to stop the aggressive Zhao Yuanzhi, and when he smelled the smell of alcohol on his body, he frowned.
"Old Zhao, why are you drinking again?"
Zhao Yuanzhi forcefully opened Li Zicheng's arms and said nonchalantly: "It's just one drink, I'm not drunk."
The Seven Star Gate was already in front of him, and Li Zicheng looked up at the North Korean soldiers patrolling back and forth on the city in the distance. There were Korean soldiers wearing red mandarin duck war coats and goat caps all over the city.
"Okay, let's go."
Li Zicheng grabbed the wine bottle from Zhao Yuan's waist, shook it in his hand, and found that half of the bottle of wine was gone.
The Seven Star Gate is right in front of him. He has no time to worry about it now. He will sneak into the city first.
"The two of you who can speak Korean will come to the front later. The rest of you should not speak. If anyone asks, just say that you have typhoid fever and can't open your mouth."
"Carry some small pieces of silver in your arms. If the interrogation gets tight, give him money."
Li Zicheng took the trouble to tell his subordinates what they needed to pay attention to. Several of the raincoat guards were already familiar with this. Except for the new recruit, it was not the first time for everyone else to engage in such a latent mission.
Li Zicheng took a long breath and entered Pyongyang City, and their mission really began.
He turned around and looked at Zheng Douyuan, threateningly.
"Mr. Zheng, I advise you to give up. North Korea is not my opponent to Daqi. We spared you in Yongbian City in the hope that you can persuade Pu Congming and the others to surrender as soon as possible. When they enter the city later, if you dare to act slippery Head, don’t blame the brother on my waist for being rude!”
The brother on the waist that Li Zicheng mentioned was a slightly worn-out Yanling sword. This sword was previously used by Shen Baihu to kill the people who deserved to be killed. Miyamoto Musashi and Shiranui Yaosou all died there. Under this knife.
Before Zheng Douyuan could respond, a dagger was pressed against his lower back.
Zhao Yuanzhi, dressed as a Korean soldier, had red eyes:
"Let's go, stop playing tricks! Be careful, I'll cut you."
Zheng Douyuan snorted at the reckless man in front of him, carefully tidied up his official uniform, and walked up the post road with goose steps.
The twelve members of the delegation suddenly emerged from the dense grass beside the road, as if descending from the sky, and appeared on the post road in front of the bare Seven Star Gate. They did not care about the dense muskets and bows and arrows around them, and strode towards the Seven Star Gate. .
The Korean soldiers patrolling the city walls discovered this group of uninvited guests almost at the same time.
The North Korean soldiers looked at each other in shock, because according to the general order of their commander Pu Do Yushi, Pyongyang City had already been under martial law on October 25th, three days ago. Both soldiers and civilians were not allowed to enter and exit at will, and any offenders would be shot.
What are the origins of this group of soldiers and civilian officials who appeared in front of them?
The people on the other side chatted for a long time, and finally, a group of Korean soldiers carefully stepped onto the pontoon, carrying muskets and bows and arrows, and headed towards Li Zicheng and others under the leadership of a general-looking officer.
"Smita, who are you?"
Zhao Yuanzhi held his knife against Zheng Douyuan, and Li Zicheng whispered to the envoy: "Tell the truth, don't talk nonsense."
A young envoy stood up behind Zheng Douyuan. He was pressed in the back with a short crossbow by the coir raincoat guard. His tongue trembled and he replied:
"Smita! You bastard! This is Governor Zheng who was sent by the King to Ping An Road to negotiate with the Qi State. He is acting on behalf of the King. Are you kimchi-eating bastards from Pyongyang blind? Why don't you open the city quickly? Open the door and welcome Governor Zheng into the city!"
"Damn it, let you talk properly, you want to kill us."
Li Zicheng, who had always been calm, stamped his feet in anger and wished he could kill Zheng Douyuan's younger brother with a knife.
It's really not a big deal to watch the excitement. If a civil servant dared to talk to a military man like this in Shenyang, let alone entering the city, it would be good to save his life.
However, to Li Zicheng's surprise, the president was scolded for no reason. Not only did he not come over with his sword to kill, but he instead showed a flattering smile on his face.
"It turns out that Governor Zheng is here in Pyongyang. He is ignorant, so I will go and report it to Li Shoubei..."
The young envoy was threatened by Zhao Yuanzhi and others along the way, and he must have been angry. He took the opportunity to vent: "What Li Shou? Let you Pu Yushi come over! Zheng Dujian is patrolling in place of the king. What's the point of letting a guard do it!"
Across the moat, the general manager quickly replied: "What this Shangguan said is that I will send someone to invite the Censor."
Several coir raincoat guards looked at each other, with incredible expressions on their faces, probably saying, is this okay?
It's no wonder that they feel surprised. North Korea's nobles and military are even worse than those of the previous Ming Dynasty, to the point of being outrageous.
While waiting for the Park Censor to arrive, Li Zicheng was quite nervous. He pretended to be calm on the surface, with layers of sweat oozing out from his palms. The handle of the waist knife in his palms was wet with sweat, but he did not notice it yet.
This is the first time Li Zicheng has performed an independent mission since he joined the Coin Guards.
Unexpectedly, he was sent to Pyongyang on his first mission, sneaking into the enemy's camp to do this business of killing people with no return.
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Two days ago, the official office of Xichuan Prefecture.
Li Zicheng had just finished a battle and was resting in the back court of the government office.
Zhang Mazi Feng Feng Huohuo walked in from outside and looked up at Li Zicheng. Li Zicheng looked at him again.
"It's just you, do you dare to go to Pyongyang?"
Li Zicheng said expressionlessly: "What are you going to do? Robbing tombs?"
Li Zicheng's eldest brother, Wu Xiao, an officer of the Imperial Guard, is now taking Lin Yu and others to the ruins of the capital to rob tombs. Although this matter is strictly kept secret, the Capricorn Guards are well-informed and basically know about it.
"What the hell? Go kill someone!"
"OK!"
"I'll give you five people and leave today with the North Korean mission."
In addition to Li Zicheng, there are also two troops of the Raincoat Guards who were lurking in Pyongyang several months in advance.
"Both of them are disconnected over there." "Disconnected" is a new term Zhang Mazi learned from the Supreme Emperor. He was probably worried that Li Zicheng wouldn't understand, so he explained: "I didn't send the letter back."
Zhang Dong is worried that the hidden stakes planted by the Rain Guards in Pyongyang have been removed by Park Congming. Of course, the worse situation is that they have rebelled.
"So, you have to go, there is no one around me."
Although the last half of the sentence was indeed a bit hurtful, Zhang Mazi still said it, and it was obvious that he was very anxious now.
"If you find them, wait until a signal is sent from outside the city, and then we will act together."
"What is assembly?" Li Zicheng had already started to arrange the muskets, and inadvertently looked at Zhang Dong who was puffing away smoke.
"Assembly number."
Zhang Dong snuffed out the half-burning cigarette butt in his hand, and the expression on his face suddenly became solemn.
"Our coir raincoat guards don't have any assembly numbers? Are you recruiting people again?" Li Zicheng scratched his forehead with a look of confusion on his face.
"It would be great if we could recruit people,"
Zhang Dong sighed, "This is the assembly call for the first army's general attack! Cymbal, gong, have you heard of cymbal and gong?"
Without waiting for Li Zicheng to reply, Zhang Mazi held Li Zicheng's hands in front of him in the shape of a cymbal and gong, and blew a whimpering rallying sound with his mouth.
"That's the sound. I know the commanding officers of the First Corps. I asked them to blow a little louder, which is what happened in the past few days."
"The Emperor is going to attack Pyongyang in the next few days?"
Li Zicheng was stunned, and after a moment, he lifted his stunned chin back up.
Zhang Dong did not reply because Li Zicheng's question involved confidentiality.
"I want someone else."
Zhang Dong said impatiently: "Who? I don't have anyone to give it to you now."
Li Zicheng quickly apologized and said with a smile: "The one from the Imperial Guard who drank and was punished with solitary confinement..."
Zhang Dong waved his hand and said, "That's Pei Dahu's man, why don't you come?"
Li Zicheng changed his serious attitude and said with a flattering smile: "What is the relationship between Lao Pei and you? You have been together since Salhu, and you are both the Emperor's confidants. If others can't, why don't you? I heard that that His boss, Shen Lian, was killed by the North Koreans. He always wanted revenge... I think it would be useful to take him to Pyongyang. If he is imprisoned for a few more days, he will be useless... "
Zhang Dong looked at the clock on the wall and shook his hand impatiently.
"Okay, I'll give it to you. Repeat the order."
Li Zicheng regained his seriousness, stood up, gave a military salute, and said loudly:
"Sneak into Pyongyang City, look for other teammates, wait for reinforcements, wait until the first corps assembly signal sounds, and launch an attack!"
Zhang Dong nodded and waved for Li Zicheng to sit down. He took out a package from his arms and threw it to the subordinate from Shaanxi.
"what is this?"
"Sugar, eat it if you're hungry on the way. Work hard and come back alive. I'll make you captain! Go down and get ready."
Li Zicheng grabbed the package and tore open a small opening, revealing yellow and white sugar the size of his thumb underneath.
Sugar is considered a hard currency in Daqi. The Chamber of Commerce has now stopped supplying it to the military and civilians. It is not something that can be bought with money.
"Good stuff,"
Li Zicheng hurriedly put the sugar into his arms.
Zhang Dong looked at this subordinate with a complicated expression, and at Li Zicheng, who was only seventeen years old.
"Come back alive, come back, I'll make you a captain."
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