At this time, Wang Shouren was enjoying the spring breeze.
His position as head of the Ministry of War was not for nothing, and facts have proven that although he has never been on the battlefield, his military talent is also excellent.
At this time, he used the position of Zuo Qiandu Yushi of the Metropolitan Procuratorate to patrol the four states of Nanzhou, Gansu, Ting, and Zhang, and quelled local rebellions.
During his first command of the army, he quelled tens of thousands of local bandits that had been unresolved for decades, earning him a reputation as a "cunning soldier."
The previous enlightenment in Longchang allowed him to understand his original intention clearly and to be extraordinary.
Now he has just finished his journey, arrived at his residence in Ganzhou, and rested in his mansion.
Before I had even had two sips of tea, a servant came to report:
"Sir Governor, there is a visitor claiming to be your old friend."
"Who is it?" Wang Shouren asked rather casually while drinking tea. He was tired at this time and to be honest, he didn't want to receive guests.
"He calls himself Lin Yan."
As the attendant spoke, the teacup slipped from Wang Shouren's hand and fell heavily to the ground. Wang Shouren rushed forward with a strong surprise and joy in his tone:
"Who? Say it again?"
The attendant's eyes widened in surprise. He was also an old man who followed Wang Shouren. He had not had such a big mood swing for a long time since he came back from the Guizhou Longchang.
Who is that young man who can make this peaceful adult lose his temper like this?
He stammered:
"Lin, Lin Yan..."
"Invite him in quickly... No, I will invite him myself!"
Before he finished speaking, Wang Shouren rushed out of the lobby quickly, taking three steps and two steps at a time, and reached the front hall.
As he approached the door, he slowed down and straightened his clothes.
When he opened the door and saw the smiling young man in front of him, the newly-minted master of psychology bent down and bowed down without hesitation:
"Shouren has met his benefactor!"
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The setting sun cast a blood-like brilliance on the flag with gold characters on a red background. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was paint or blood.
There are holes in the flag where arrows have passed through, which further highlights the brutality of this battle.
At this time, the grassland was covered with corpses, and the ground was dyed red with blood. Crows were hovering over the battlefield, and there were waves of hoarse cries, like playing elegies for the dead soldiers.
In the distant horizon, there are still bursts of smoke and dust, which is Dayan Khan and his army that suffered heavy losses, fleeing in a hurry.
Fifty thousand soldiers marched south, but probably only less than 20,000 came back. The Great Khan felt extremely sad in his heart.
Here's every one. But they are all his elite men! He didn't expect that the young emperor he thought he could bully would actually have such a military level, and in the end he would dare to go to the front line to fight with his troops in person!
Another Emperor Wu... He felt extremely sour in his heart. He did not expect that just after he unified Mongolia, the Ming Dynasty would also produce a master of great talent and strategy.
The Ming Dynasty is an evil tiger hiding its claws and fangs! We must not despise them or violate them wantonly in the future. He gritted his teeth and said secretly in his heart.
At this time, the battlefield had become silent.
Soldiers in uniform were constantly passing by among the corpses. They picked up the swords, guns, swords and halberds that could still be used, recovered their armor, lifted up their comrades in bright red mandarin duck jackets, and gently placed them into the pit for burial.
Not far away, Zhu Houzhao, who was wearing a golden helmet and armor, was wiping his long knife.
The yellow satin wiped the blade, wiping away the enemy's blood, leaving a snow-white blade.
Seeing Yan Yuan coming over, he said excitedly:
"Chen Guogong! I just killed one with my own hands. Did you see it? I killed one with my own hands!"
"I passed over him and flicked the blade to his neck, brush!"
"He's dead! This is my first time killing someone!"
Zhu Houzhao's body was trembling with excitement. He was perhaps the third emperor of the Ming Dynasty to kill the enemy personally since Hongwu and Yongle.
Yan Yuan nodded secretly.
In the battle just now, seeing that the 80,000 Ming army under his command showed signs of failure in the face of the attack of 50,000 Mongolian troops, he immediately went to the front line to command and personally killed an enemy soldier, which greatly boosted the morale of the Ming army. Wherever the imperial flag went, the Ming army took the lead bravely, and it was only then that the Mongolian army was defeated.
His performance was much better than that of the nobles who accompanied the army. Yan Yuan even saw Liang Guogong's body trembling. How could he have the courage of his ancestors who rode on horses to fish in the sea?
He spoke a few words of praise, and Zhu Houzhao became even more proud after hearing this. He then rode his horse and walked a few steps on the battlefield, admiring his heroic appearance with the blade of his sword.
Behind Yan Yuan, there was a man riding on a horse, using a wooden board as a support and writing something in a notebook.
"Your Majesty, the historian is recording it. No one can erase the glory of your battle. For thousands of years, people will remember that Emperor Zhengde defeated the Mongolian army going south here." Yan Yuan said with a smile.
All the emperor's actions and words must be recorded. When the next emperor comes to the throne, they will be important materials for compiling the "Records". Originally, if Zhu Houzhao did not escape secretly, according to the rules, he would have to bring the historian.
This time they left Beijing openly, and the historian naturally followed them and recorded the entire battle.
Seeing the historian, Emperor Zhengde's eyes also shone with light.
He grew up listening to the legends of his ancestors. He heard about Hongwu's golden swords and iron horses, imagined Yongle's swords and shadows, and admired Xuande's horses trampling the enemy camp.
Now, he can finally leave a mark in the history books just like his ancestors.
Yan Yuan did not stay with Zhu Houzhao for too long. As the commander of the Beijing army, he needed to organize his troops.
At this time, the commander of the personal soldiers came closer.
"My lord, someone gave the villain a hundred taels of silver, saying that he wanted to meet you and asked for help in introducing you."
As he spoke, he took out a cloth bag from the horse behind him and handed it over.
"Take it yourself." Naturally, Yan Yuan would not ask for this small amount of money. He motioned to the commander of the soldiers to accept it, then narrowed his eyes and asked:
"He's quite thoughtful. Which one is he?"
"Datong Guerrilla General, Jiang Bin." The commander pointed at a general who was covered in blood and whose armor was in tatters. He seemed to be looking this way too. After noticing the gazes of the two men, he not only did not avoid it, but also saluted.
Yan Yuan looked him over.
Not impressed.
There were so many generals in the Ming Dynasty's frontier army. As the Duke of the country, how could he remember them all?
However, after seeing the blood on the other party's body and the broken long knife, Yan Yuan also knew that the other party was at least not a person who only wanted to flatter others.
But relying on this to get closer to oneself and gain a higher position is not enough. Who of the border soldiers who can stand here alive did not lick blood on the tip of a knife and risk their life?
"Tell him that he doesn't need to see me, but I will remember his name and behave well in the future. As long as he has the ability, my father-in-law will not let him be buried."
Yan Yuan did not feel disgusted with him because the other party approached him through bribery.
Climbing to higher places is just a common tactic in politics. Being ambitious is sometimes a good thing.
In the final analysis, whether to absorb this general... In a word,
Duke Chen's Mansion does not accept incompetent people.
(End of chapter)
