A distance of three hundred and sixty miles, Chen Wang led more than 60 cavalrymen in a hurry and arrived at their destination on the afternoon of the third day.
If there had not been an ambush by rogue bandits along the road, we could have reached Chunhua in the morning.
In ancient times, even if a city was besieged, it was difficult to encircle all places. What's more, the rogue bandits did not besiege the city, but just sent out their knights to keep vigilant in all directions.
Under the escort of a group of cavalry, after showing the seal, Chen Wang safely entered the city.
Wang Zhaolin, the county magistrate of Chunhua, lost his usual aloof demeanor and even came to greet him personally.
Compared with the previous attitude of not even allowing them to enter the city, now it can be said to be as low as dust.
As soon as Chen Wang entered the city, he eagerly asked when the follow-up reinforcements would arrive.
Although Chen Wang's military position was Zhengqianhu, the fifth rank of Pinyi, Wang Zhaolin, the county magistrate, was only the seventh rank.
But Chen Wang knew very well that in this era, culture was still more important than military affairs. The relationship between officials and officials who were born as Jinshi was deeply entangled and they could not be offended easily.
Otherwise, if a memorial is included, he will now be nothing more than a thousand generals, and he will have to suffer a lot even with Cao Wenzhao's help.
In the Ming Dynasty, culture was used to control military affairs, and culture was more important than military force. This situation reached its peak in the late Ming Dynasty. High-ranking military attachés even had to kneel down and salute when meeting some low-ranking civil servants, such as members of the Ministry of War.
"Don't worry, county magistrate. I have been ordered by the army to take over the defense of Chunhua City and integrate the troops in the city."
Chen Wang did not kneel down to salute, but just raised his hands. The reason why he wore armor when entering the city was because he did not want to salute.
It can be said that he knows nothing about the officialdom of this era. He does not understand any unspoken rules or rules. He has no one to teach him how to salute or how to salute.
"General Zuo is stationed in Pizhou. Once the bandits entrenched in Sanshui City move south, he will attack Sanshui City to share the pressure on Chunhua."
"General Bing Cao has also led his troops south from Pizhou to serve as our army's rear support."
"Most of the elite rogue bandits are horse soldiers and elite cavalry who cannot attack the city. The hungry troops are just a mob. The Chunhua city is well defended and difficult for the enemy to capture. Please rest assured, Lord County."
When Wang Zhaolin heard Chen Wang mention Zuo Liangyu and Cao Wenzhao, his eyes almost shone and he let out a sigh of relief.
"It's good that General Cao and General Zuo are around, it's good that they are here..."
In the current Wang Zhaolin's heart, Cao Wenzhao and Zuo Liangyu were as important as the Dinghai Divine Needle, and he immediately felt a lot more at ease.
Wang Zhaolin has a fair complexion and is quite obese.
It has entered the end of July, which is the time of midsummer. Although the weather has become colder and colder over the years, the heat of summer has not subsided much.
Wang Zhaolin took a silk towel and kept wiping the beads of sweat rolling down his face.
Chen Wang glanced at Wang Zhaolin, who was white and fat, and for some reason he thought of a rumor from later generations.
There was a severe drought in Henan, and the people sold their sons and daughters in exchange for food. Then Zhu Changxun, the king of Fu, "closed his pavilion every day and drank fine wine, and the only thing he liked was women."
"History of the Ming Dynasty" records: "When King Fu Changxun was killed, he formed his own army to drink the king's blood, mixed it with deer mint and tasted it, and named it Fulu wine."
However, it was later said that after Li Zicheng conquered Luoyang, he ordered people to set up a large pot, threw the obese King Fu into the pot, and stewed it with several deer, which was named "Fu Lu Feast".
It just so happens that Wang Zhaolin is a fair and fat man like Fu Wang, and opposite him happens to be Li Zicheng, with a similar template.
"Is there anything wrong with my clothes?"
Wang Zhaolin noticed Chen Wang's strange look and thought it was because he had gone out in a hurry and his clothes were disheveled or stained somewhere.
Chen Wang withdrew his gaze again. Naturally, he couldn't say that he was thinking about whether Li Zicheng would make you a low-end version of "Fu Lu Banquet" if he attacked the city.
Chen Wang's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he said solemnly
"I have military orders and cannot be neglected. Can the county magistrate tell me where the Liao soldiers' camp is?"
Wang Zhaolin handed the sweat-stained silk scarf to the boy beside him, and then took out a new silk scarf.
"The Liao soldiers' camp is in the northeast corner of the city."
"Chen Qianhu, you don't know how arrogant these Liao soldiers are these days!"
Wang Zhaolin cursed in a low voice with anger on his face.
"Every day they clamor in the camp to eat meat and drink wine. If they don't get it, they curse and gesture with swords and guns. In the past few days, there have been constant disputes in the city."
Scholars can't explain why they encounter soldiers, and Wang Zhaolin is extremely helpless towards these Liao soldiers.
On the one hand, we have to rely on them, but on the other hand, their military discipline is really frustrating.
He originally did not want to let these defeated troops enter the city, but when he saw a large number of cavalry troops appearing in the city, there were only a few defenders in the city. Although these Liao soldiers had bad military discipline, they were indeed capable of fighting, so he immediately put them into the city.
There were many disputes in the city, all caused by conflicts between Liao soldiers and the people in the city. Wang Zhaolin really had no way to solve these problems with just a few squads of county government officials.
It is useless to refer to a copy of the memorial. Zhang Waijia is dead. Now the biggest official among the Liao soldiers is the general.
Chen Wang's eyes brightened slightly, and as soon as his thoughts changed, he already had a simple plan in mind.
"Does the county have files on these disputes?"
If you want to doze off, someone will immediately hand you a pillow.
In this era, controlling an army is nothing more than twelve words.
Pay equal attention to kindness and power, strict orders, and clear rewards and punishments.
It's easy to say, but difficult to do.
"Of course there is, of course there is."
Wang Zhaolin had a slight smile on his face.
"Then I'd like to trouble the county to send someone to take my subordinates to the county government office and get the files."
Chen Wang gave his hand again and asked Hu Zhili to follow Wang Zhaolin's men to the county government office to get the files.
After that, Chen Wang had no intention of communicating with Wang Zhaolin. After a few simple replies, he led a group of cavalry to the Liao soldiers' camp in the northeast.
I met almost no pedestrians along the way.
This is actually the case in most prefectures and counties across Shaanxi. Several severely affected prefectures and counties have seen their populations decline, and many cities have even become empty cities.
These cities located in Guanzhong are still relatively large.
However, there are naturally exceptions to this.
No matter how fierce the war in Shaanxi is, it cannot affect the revelry and splendor of Xi'an.
Even when Gao Yingxiang led more than 20 troops to besiege Xi'an City, the sound of silk and bamboo could still be heard in Xi'an City, the Palace of Prince Qin, and the residences of dignitaries.
Chunhua City is not big. Chen Wang led everyone into the city from the south. It only took him half a quarter of an hour to arrive at the northeast corner of the county seat - outside the Liao soldiers' camp.
Chen Wang frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look into the camp.
The camp gate was wide open and there was no guard in sight.
But the camp was full of people, and there were even women's voices among them.
