The next day, Yang Bing took a nap to make up for the sleep he had missed in the past few days, and Ziyun walked into the room with a washbasin.
"Master, you're up." Ziyun wet the towel and gently wiped Yang Bing's face.
The distance between the two was very close. Yang Bing watched the beautiful woman in front of him carefully wipe her face. He couldn't help but sigh at the benefits of ancient times. In his previous life, he often had one meal but no one. When had he ever enjoyed this kind of food? Treatment, the feudal dynasty is so damned~
Yang Bing saw Ziyun a little shy, and her face immediately turned as red as a cherry.
"Forget it, I'll do it myself." Yang Bing chuckled, took a towel and wiped it on his face randomly, got up and walked outside.
Ziyun was left at a loss in the room, staring blankly at Yang Bing's back. At this moment, she felt that her young master was handsome and free and easy.
At the same time, in the Zuihua Building in Kyoto, a handsome and elegant young man was sitting on the second floor looking at the oiran who was singing below, drinking tea comfortably, waving a folding fan in his hand, and walked over from the side. A clerk whispered in the ear of the young master: "Sir, there is news. In the battle of Jincheng, Guilichi was defeated."
The hand gently shaking the folding fan stopped and said, "Haha, this Wan Qi Ke'er is really quite capable."
The waiter was embarrassed and said: "Master, it's not Wan Qi Ke'er, it's Yang Bing."
"Oh? Is it that good-for-nothing Yang Bing?" The man looked at the guy in surprise.
The boy immediately knelt on the ground: "It's absolutely true, sir, Yang Bing used an empty city trick to trick Gui Lichi into the Jincheng, and then attacked with fire..." The boy repeated what happened in the Jincheng battle. .
"Interesting, interesting." The man took a sip of tea and thought that Yang Bing had hidden himself well enough. He had been dormant in the capital for such a long time, but he shouldn't have. Since he was so capable, why was he exposed at this time? Coming out?
"Tell Feihong to get close to Yang Bing to protect him and find out his position. If he has second thoughts about His Majesty and the Crown Prince, find an opportunity to get rid of him." After the man finished speaking, the oiran downstairs finished his song and the man picked up the table. A piece of broken silver was thrown down and fell accurately into the hands of the oiran.
"Yes, sir."
The young master nodded and said no more. The man saw this and walked out knowingly.
After the waiter exited, the man no longer looked as comfortable as before. He turned around and knelt down respectfully facing the room next door: "Master, this Yang Bing seems to be not simple."
"Well, I've heard about him. Yang Xiyuan also has a headache because of this son. I didn't expect him to be hidden so deeply. You're doing well and making progress." A very dignified voice came out.
"Thank you for the compliment, Master. It's just that although Guilichi was defeated, the Tatars under his command will probably defect to Hatan soon. In this case, the danger in Jincheng will not be eliminated."
"Well, don't worry, since Yang Bing can destroy Gui Lichi's 50,000 army, those people in Hatan must not be a problem. Let's wait." The voice in the room paused and then continued: "Take this. , you lead Huying’s 10,000 troops toward Jincheng, observe in secret, and don’t take action until absolutely necessary.”
A guard wearing a python robe and an embroidered spring knife came out of the next room and came to the man's room. He handed the man a token with a lifelike tiger head engraved on it.
The man knelt on the ground, raised his hands and respectfully took the token: "As you command, Master."
The man turned around and left Zuihua Building.
"Is the prince still in the palace?" the voice asked the Jin Yiwei who had just walked back to the room.
"Back to my lord, the prince has left the palace safely and is now in the residence of General Wanqi. He is very safe."
"Okay, in that case, we will go and have a good time with them."
"yes."
The man walked out of Zuihua Tower with the token, mounted his horse and came to the military camp far away from Kyoto.
"Fourth Prince, you are back." The guarding soldier opened the camp door with a smile.
"Well, notify Hu Ying to count 10,000 elite soldiers immediately, and follow me to conquer Jincheng in half an hour!" The man said, showing the token in his hand.
"Yes!" The guarding soldier took the order and ran into the military camp.
This man was Zhu Yun, the fourth prince of the current dynasty. He came to a military tent. Zhu Yun put on his armor and picked up a black gold iron spear from the weapons rack on the side.
After walking out of the military tent, ten thousand elite soldiers were already standing neatly outside. A soldier moved his horse over, and Zhu Yun rode on it.
"All officers and men obey orders!"
"Here!" A loud voice spread throughout the entire military camp.
"The war in Jincheng is critical. Come with me to fight the enemy and protect your home and country! Zhu will rely on all of you brothers!" Zhu Yun shouted to the soldiers below, cupping his fists.
"Follow the fourth prince! Defend the family and the country! Defend the family and the country!!!"
The fourth prince Zhu Yun is different from other princes. He has not liked fighting in the court since he was a child, so he has been in the military camp since he was a child. He does not regard himself as a prince. He knows in his heart that the reason why Ming Dynasty is so prosperous is that it cannot be separated from These brothers worked hard with him, so before every expedition, the fourth prince Zhu Yun would boost morale like this.
Looking at the highly motivated elite soldiers in front of him, Zhu Yun thought to himself: "Second brother, you must wait for fourth brother!"
A mighty team walked out of Kyoto and headed towards Jincheng.
On the other side, in the mansion of General Wanqi, the prince, Wanqi Shihui, and Yang Xiyuan were in the secret room looking at the secret message that had just been sent.
"Very good, my father has sent news that the Battle of Jincheng was a great victory and Gui Lichi was captured." The prince said happily.
"Hahaha, brother Wanqi, you have earned a good daughter. You captured such a big shot in the first battle back." Yang Xiyuan laughed and reached out to pat Wanqi Shihui's shoulder.
"Brother, thank you. Ke'er has been growing up in the military camp since he was a child, so he is naturally more confident." Wan Qi Shihui said with a proud expression on his face.
While the two were complimenting each other, the prince said awkwardly: "Well, Prime Minister Yang, General Wan Qi, but she is not in Jincheng."
Yang Xiyuan and Wan Qi Shihui, who were still laughing, were stunned: "Prince, if Ke'er is not in Jincheng, then who is guarding Jincheng?"
The prince looked at Yang Xiyuan with a questioning look on his face, smiled and cupped his fists in his hands: "Prime Minister Yang, I didn't expect your son to have such a talent."
The prince unfolded the secret letter to the two of them. The secret letter contained various details of the Battle of Jincheng, including the fact that Yang Bing led his men to capture Gui Lichi on the city wall.
"Prince, is this true?" Yang Xiyuan couldn't believe it. It was his son Yang Bing who was written in the secret letter.
"Of course, what? Prime Minister Yang is someone who doubts His Majesty?"
"Uh, don't dare." Yang Xiyuan still looked at the secret message over and over again in disbelief.
At this moment, Wan Qi Shihui was very embarrassed. He looked at the prince and then at his sworn brother Yang Xiyuan. He coughed lightly: "Well, prince, brother, I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach, so... "
"Well, go ahead." The prince nodded.
"Yes, you can call me anytime if you need anything. I'll be up there." Wan Qi Shihui bowed deeply and walked out of the secret room. The moment he came out, Wan Qi Shihui's old face immediately turned red, feeling too embarrassed. Oh, it's really embarrassing.
In the secret room, Prince Zhu Di looked at Yang Xiyuan, his face suddenly turned cold: "Prime Minister Yang, it is said in Kyoto that your son Yang Bing is a waste. He can only recite poems and enjoy himself all day long. But now he has made such great achievements. You guys The father and son hid their secrets well enough, and they even deceived the royal family."
When Yang Xiyuan heard what the prince said, he quickly knelt on the ground and thought to himself, my eldest prince, I never thought that my son would have such ability.
The prince looked at Yang Xiyuan who was kneeling on the ground and didn't say anything, but even so, cold sweat broke out on Yang Xiyuan's head. The royal family is a royal family after all, and the saying "accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger" is no joke. The prince in front of him Although he has not yet ascended the throne to inherit the Ming Dynasty, his decisive and decisive character has long been known to everyone in the court.
"Prince, forgive me. I really didn't know that Quan Zi would make military exploits. We sent him to the frontier just to temper his temperament. We, father and son, have absolutely no difference of heart towards Your Majesty and the Crown Prince!" Yang Xiyuan did not dare! Head-up explanation.
"Get up, no matter what, my father and I still believe in you, but I have to send someone to check your son Yang Bing. If he really just has talents that have not been discovered, I will definitely not I will treat him badly, but if he has second thoughts..." Zhu Di did not continue talking at this point, but looked directly at Yang Xiyuan.
The look in his eyes was like two sharp swords piercing Yang Xiyuan's brain. Yang Xiyuan quickly expressed his position: "Prince, don't worry. If Yang Bing really has second thoughts, you don't need to trouble your majesty and the prince to do anything. My father and son will come to see you on their own!"
Zhu Di nodded with relief, and couldn't help but admire Yang Bing's city and the superb tactics used in the battle of Jincheng.
In Jincheng, Yang Bing spent three days with peace of mind. During these three days, except for a small group of Tatars who came to yell and curse outside the city gate, Jincheng was very peaceful.
"General Yang, someone is coming from Beiliu." Fang Dahai said outside Yang Bing's room.
"Well, let him in quickly." Yang Bing thought to himself after so many days, news finally came from Beiliu.
Soon, Fang Dahai walked in with a man wearing shabby clothes but with a straight waist and a strong body.
"General Yang!" The man took out a letter from his arms: "This is the letter General Wanqi asked me to give you."
Yang Bing took it and looked at it. There was nothing in it. It was just a warning to Yang Bing not to make random comments like this.
"Haha, it's true that the Mud Bodhisattva couldn't save himself when he crossed the river, and he was still looking after me." Yang Bing smiled and looked up and asked the man: "How did you get out?"
"Reporting to the general, General Wanqi ordered me to escape from the back mountains of Beiliu during the night, and walked around the mountain road for nearly forty miles before escaping the Tatar army.
"So how is Beiliu's battle situation now?"
"It's urgent. The second prince's shoulder was injured by a Tatar bow and arrow. General Wanqi led his troops out of the city and fought several battles with the Tatars. Now the troops are getting smaller and smaller, and the food in the city is running out. "
Yang Bing nodded after listening: "Well, Fang Dahai!"
"Here you are, general." Fang Dahai walked in from the door.
"Take this brother back to have a good rest and eat something good."
"Yes! Brother, come with me." Fang Dahai led the man down.
Yang Bing secretly thought in the room that Wan Qi Ke'er was in a very bad situation right now, and he would definitely go to support him, but how to support him was a question.
About half an hour later, Fang Dahai came back, and Yang Bing asked him: "How many remaining Tatars are there outside the city now?"
"Back to General, there are almost none. Yesterday there were a few people who came to scold them, but they only left after a few scoldings."
"How many troops do we have available now?"
Fang Dahai thought for a while: "There are probably nearly 30,000 troops left."
"How many iron and wood craftsmen are there in this city?" Yang Bing asked after pondering for a while.
"General, our Jincheng is short of everything, but the most indispensable thing is these craftsmen. There should be about five hundred of them." Fang Dahai, a native of Jincheng, said with pride.
"So many?" Yang Bing was surprised by this number. Normally, there are not many such craftsmen in a city. Even in Kyoto, there are only more than a hundred such craftsmen.
"General Yang, you don't know something. This Jincheng has been famous for its iron ore since ancient times, and most of the weapons of the military are produced in Jincheng. These craftsmen are also from the imperial court." Fang Dahai explained.
It turns out that Jincheng is rich in iron ore, so after Zhu Yuanzhang conquered Jincheng, he sent people to find craftsmen from all over the world and sent Jincheng as weapons for the Ming Dynasty army. This is the origin of the name of Jincheng.
"Okay, wait for me for two hours." Yang Bing asked Fang Dahai to retreat first.
In his room, he asked Ziyun to grind the ink and began to draw on the paper.
Two hours later, Yang Bing came out with more than a dozen drawings and handed them to Fang Dahai: "Go and summon all the craftsmen, and you must make five thousand of each of the above things within three days! Just don't. You have to make it for me even when you’re sleeping! Anyone who disobeys this order will be chopped off directly!”
"Yes, yes." Fang Dahai was frightened by Yang Bing's aura and walked outside with the drawing. Looking at the drawing in his hand, Fang Dahai didn't understand what it was.
I saw many small parts and gunpowder drawn on it, and one of the papers had a cylindrical thing on it.
The ratio of gunpowder was also written below. Fang Dahai wondered what General Yang did before. Such a thing had never been seen before.
"Master, please rest for a while. I just saw you drawing on the paper for a long time without resting for a moment." Ziyun came over and gently rubbed Yang Bing's shoulders.
"General Yang." Yang Binggang was about to speak when a woman's voice came. A maid walked in from outside the courtyard and came to Yang Bing to salute.
"General Yang, my servant Feihong is the maid of this general's courtyard. When General Wanqi was here, I was in charge of everything in the courtyard."
Yang Bing looked at the maid in front of him. Although she was a maid, it was better to say she was a guard, because she was wearing martial arts clothes, and the cuffs of her hands and feet were tightly tied. She had the same heroic face as Wan Qi Ker, and Under the background of Kung Fu training, Yang Bing's curvy figure can be seen at a glance.
