When he came out of Zhang Da Shi's residence in Yongfang, it was almost midnight, but Gao pragmatic still did not intend to go back to his residence, but ordered to go to the Annan Guild Hall.
Annan Guild Hall is located a little far away, in Mingshifang in the southeast corner of the north city of the capital, close to Ciyun Temple. This guild hall was renovated from the villa of a Suzhou silk merchant. I heard that the silk merchant believed in Buddhism and was particularly respected among the capital's Ciyun Temple, so the location was chosen here.
Still, there are benefits to being a little more remote, at least not so conspicuous.
Gao pragmatically asked Fu Biao to leave only ten people to accompany him, and the rest went back with Gao Mo first, while he went to the Annan Guild Hall to talk to Huang Zhiting about what Zhu Yijun said today.
It is said that there has been a curfew at this time, but this kind of rules are based on what is served. The relationship between Chen Ju, the admiral of the East Factory and the eunuch of the Imperial Horse Guards, and Gao Pangshi is not a secret in the capital. How dare a mere Jin Yiwei night guard guard him in high school? Cheng’s busy schedule? Even if Commander Liu Shouyou came in person, he could only send him off with a smile.
Although Liu Shouyou didn't want to deal with the Shi School, breaking the curfew was too trivial. He couldn't be stupid enough to use this against Gao Jingshi.
Moreover, as soon as Gao Pingshi returned to Beijing, his fourth brother Gao Wuben and his cousin Wang Zhizhen, who he had trained in the Jinyi Guards, also started to move. Both of them quietly sent people to protect them secretly to ensure that there would be no "Xianzao" who was not short-sighted. "People, etc." causes trouble for Gao Pragmatism, which can be regarded as another manifestation of the role of personal connections.
When they arrived at the Annan Guild Hall, Gao Pragmatic couldn't help but smile when he saw the building. He didn't know what Annan was thinking. The walls of the Guild Hall were in Ming style. Looking in from outside the gate, there seems to be Chinese-style features such as screen walls inside, but the main building of the club is a two-story Western-style building. It looks like an Italian-style building from the Renaissance period, somewhat like the famous Basili Card.
Gao pragmatic knew that after he met the missionary in Annan last time, some architects from Italy went to Annan to work, but he did not expect that Annan would play such a trick in the capital, and he didn't know if it was. Knowing that he had built the White Jade Tower in the capital, he deliberately followed his own preferences.
The people from the Annan Guild Hall saw that Gao Pragmatic had come, as if they were meeting their own envoy. They reported nothing, so they directly invited him in respectfully.
Gao Pingshi sat in the living room for less than half a stick of incense when he saw Huang Zhiting coming over with two maids.
He saw that Huang Zhiting's hair was still wet and she had the fragrance of Jinghua soap on her body. It seemed that she had just taken a bath. He couldn't help but smile and said, "You have to rest so early?"
Huang Zhiting rolled her eyes at him, sat down lazily, tilted her head, and said: "Is this still early? Young Sima really worked hard and forgot to eat and sleep for the sake of the Ming Dynasty. The emperor has a minister like you, so he should go to the Ancestral Temple to express his gratitude. Fan."
Gao Pingshi smiled bitterly and said: "You can just talk about this in the Annan Guild Hall. Don't make fun of it outside. After all, this is Shenjing, not Shenglong."
Huang Zhiting looked at him and suddenly said: "You come to see me so late at night, you must have something important? Let's go to the study."
Gao Jingshi was a little surprised. He looked at the servants around him and seemed a little hesitant.
Huang Zhiting chuckled softly: "Don't worry, these people are all directly dispatched from my Guarding Envoy's Mansion. They have been my Huang family's servants for countless generations. No matter how powerful the Jinyi Guards are, they still can't reach them. They He won’t talk nonsense, let alone talk about me.”
Oh, no wonder these people were so respectful after seeing me just now, they almost fell to their knees. They turned out to be local slaves of your family.
When the two of them arrived in the study, Gao Pingshi couldn't help but said: "Sometimes I admire you chieftains. How do you train the native people under your rule to be so obedient?"
"Huh?" Huang Zhiting was slightly surprised. She glanced at Gao Pragmatic to confirm that he was not sarcastic, then shook her head and said, "I guess you don't really want to learn... because in your words, it's nothing more than isolation and brainwashing. If there is anything else, it would be to always control the life and death of everyone in their entire family.”
Gao pragmatic shrugged: "Okay, just pretend I didn't say it."
Huang Zhiting did not pick up the issue again, but asked Gao Pragmatic to sit down, and then she also sat down and asked: "What did the emperor say? Well... is it related to me?"
"It has everything to do with you and me." Gao Pingshi smiled slightly and said, "Do you want to take a guess?"
Huang Zhiting suddenly felt nervous, and she unconsciously sat up straighter. She originally folded her hands behind her knees according to the ladylike sitting posture, but she couldn't help but clasp them tightly in turn.
"Is it... a marriage?" When he said these words, Huang Zhen's guard, who had no expression on his face in the face of tens of thousands of Annan troops, actually trembled in his tone.
"It's a marriage, but it has something to do with the war." Gao Pingshi sighed and said: "The emperor has the emperor's difficulties. He can't directly grant the marriage, so after thinking about it, I came up with a plan..."
With that said, he told Huang Zhiting what Zhu Yijun had thought before.
After Huang Zhiting listened carefully, she seemed relieved, but also seemed a little unhappy. She pouted slightly and said, "According to his method, this girl's betrayal is really thorough."
Gao Pragmatic was speechless and could only respond with a wry smile. He could actually find a lot of excuses, but he didn't want to.
Who knew that Huang Zhiting looked at him for a while and then smiled.
"What are you laughing at?" Gao Pragmatic was a little confused.
Huang Zhiting smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into crescent moons: "I'm thinking that there aren't many people in the world who can make you, Gao Longwen, speechless."
"That's it?" Gao Pingshi said angrily: "I'm not speechless, it's just...sigh."
"Are you still sighing? I didn't say anything..." Huang Zhiting wrinkled her nose, suddenly waved her hands, and said: "Forget it, I am a chieftain girl anyway, there is no point in worrying about this, why not talk about how to fight this Let’s have a fight.”
Gao pragmatic glanced at her and suddenly understood that she just said that because she didn't want to make it difficult for him. He couldn't help but feel moved and said: "Zhiting..."
"Don't mention anything else, just talk about the war." Huang Zhiting seemed to have expected what Gao Pragmatic was going to say and interrupted in advance.
"Okay, okay, it's all up to you." Gao pragmatically composed himself and said: "The current situation has changed a lot from what I thought before. The main thing is to bypass the Malay Peninsula from the sea to sneak attack on Bago. .”
The term "Malay Peninsula" was obviously brought by Gao Pragmatic, but Huang Zhiting had heard him say it before and had seen the map, so she was not surprised.
But when Gao Pangshi mentioned the maritime expedition, Huang Zhiting understood what he meant and asked, "You want me to lead the troops?"
Gao Jingshi hesitated slightly and said: "If you want to achieve the great achievement the emperor said, I think this front has the best chance, but I always feel it is too dangerous for you to go here, and you and the wolf soldiers are not Xi Hai Zhan..."
"It depends on what kind of naval battle you are talking about." Huang Zhiting shook her head and said: "Halong Bay destroyed the pirates and fought several times. That place is the territory of our Anbang garrison, although the fleet is commanded by Gao Jing. , but when the battle plan was finalized, I was present every time. If you want to say that I don’t understand naval warfare at all, you would be looking down on me."
Gao Pragmatic disagreed, shaking his head and said: "Commanding from behind and commanding from the ship are two different things. What's more, this time is not only an expedition of thousands of miles, but the opponent may also be the Folangji people. To tell you the truth, even I don't know about the Nanyang Fleet. What is the chance of winning against the Folangji people now?"
"You don't know? I heard Gao Jing mention it." Huang Zhiting said with some surprise.
Gao Jingshi was slightly startled and asked, "Gao Jing mentioned it? What did he mention?"
Huang Zhiting explained: "You should know that my visit to Beijing this time is the escort fleet dispatched by Gao Jing. Before coming, he first visited my guarding embassy and informed me of the formation, route and sailing time of the escort fleet. He is your confidant, so I naturally hosted a banquet in honor of him. During the chat, he mentioned the Nanyang countries and the strength of the Folangji people in Nanyang. Oh, by the way, he said this was the information you asked him to inquire about. ?”
Gao Pragmatic nodded: "I have confessed that this is also the reason why he has been tentatively patrolling and cruising south. The last naval battle off Bondulang also started from this." [Note: This battle has been mentioned before. , Bundulang is the current name of the area where Cam Ranh Bay is located in later generations. ]
Huang Zhiting said a little strangely: "He told me the other day about the maritime power of various forces in Nanyang, almost as if they were all treasures. Why hasn't he reported it to you yet?"
Gao Jingshi was also a little surprised, but he didn't think Gao Jing had any other thoughts, so he just shook his head slightly and asked, "What did he say?"
Huang Zhiting said: "What Gao Jing means is that the maritime power of the Nanyang countries is not worth mentioning, and together they may not be enough to defeat the Annan Squadron, let alone the entire Beijing Nanyang Fleet. On the contrary, in terms of pirates, there are two forces Relatively strong.”
Gao pragmatic frowned slightly and asked again: "Where is Mr. Fo Lang?"
"The strength of the Folangji depends on how you calculate it." Huang Zhiting said: "I heard from Gao Jing that the Folangji only have two regular warships in Malacca City, both of which are large Galen ships, and they should be very combat effective. But The key is that the vast majority of their merchant ships are armed merchant ships like Jinghua, and when necessary, these merchant ships must be mobilized by the Governor of Malacca to participate in combat."
Gao pragmatic thought about the deep meaning of these words and did not reply immediately.
Huang Zhiting continued: "This involves a problem, that is, when the merchant ships of Flangji gather in Malacca, the strength of the Flangji people is very strong, but once a large number of merchant ships leave the port and return to China, the strength of the Flangji people It will decrease sharply.”
Huh? This was a situation that I had not considered before.
Gao Pragmatic was moved in his heart and asked: "Is there any pattern for them to follow when leaving and entering Hong Kong?"
"Yes!" Huang Zhiting said: "Gao Jing said that the merchant ships of the Flemish people usually leave the port in October every year, carrying various spices, silk, porcelain and other items back to Europe." [Note: October here is the month of October. It refers to the Chinese lunar calendar, which is roughly November every year according to the Gregorian calendar. The date used in this book is based on the book "Spain Portugal: The Rise and Fall of an Empire". ]
After saying this, Gao Pragmatic understood that when the Portuguese merchant ships arrived in Malacca and when they left Malacca, it mainly depended on the monsoon.
In the tenth month of the lunar calendar, the northeast monsoon appeared, and the Portuguese took advantage of the wind to return to Europe. In April and May of the next year, they took advantage of the opposite wind to return to Malacca.
But then a big trouble arises.
Gao Pragmatic frowned suddenly and said: "In other words, even if you rush back to Annan as soon as possible and shorten the preparation time for dispatching troops as much as possible, you are likely to encounter a large number of armed merchant ships of the Flemish people on your way back. Back to Malacca?”
Huang Zhiting pondered for a moment and said, "It depends on how long the battle in Bago will last."
Gao Pangshi felt a little annoyed and frowned deeply: "Even so, the fight won't last for half a year, right? You must know that Bago City is less than three hundred miles away from Dongyu City. Once you take Bago City, Sure, Taungoo will definitely be shaken!
Taungoo is the capital of Myanmar. Since the capital is threatened, I don't believe that Mangyingli dares to continue to entangle on the Yunnan border. He will definitely go south to return reinforcements. After he settles Taungoo, the next step will naturally be to regain Pegu, and it is best to force us to withdraw from the sea. "
Huang Zhiting nodded and said: "As for Mang Yingli's response, I agree with your inference, but his response is just his response, and it does not mean that I have to follow his ideas to defend Bago City."
Gao Pragmatic was slightly startled, savoring the meaning of this sentence, and asked: "What do you mean?"
Huang Zhiting got up and searched on the desk. She found the map of southern Xinjiang that Gao Jingshi had left for her and spread it out on the desk, asking Gao Jingshi to come over and take a look.
"I thought there were two choices." Huang Zhiting no longer had the shyness of a little girl at this time, her expression was serious and calm, just like when she was commanding the Battle of Lang Son.
“First, most of southern Myanmar is the old land of Bago, which was conquered by the Toungoo dynasty during the Mang Ruiti (Mang Yinglong’s wife-uncle and his late king) period. Although decades have passed, the Mang Dynasty is not necessarily conquered. The chief was convinced."
Gao Pragmatic knew about this situation. The black prince Na Li Xuan of Siam and the Dao family of Laos both sent people to report back to him, saying that the ethnic disputes in Myanmar were very serious, especially the two main ethnic groups of the Toungoo Dynasty, the Bamar and the Mon. There is now a serious conflict between annexation and anti-annexation among the Mon tribes. There have been several major uprisings by the Mon tribe, and small-scale uprisings occur every now and then.
When Huang Zhiting nodded pragmatically, he continued: "So this area of the old Bago Dynasty on the southern coast of Myanmar can be the target of our army's attack, instead of just focusing on one Bago city. Once we set our sights If we put it into the whole of Bago, there will be a lot of places to deal with, almost close to the size of the North Annan area. In this way, even if Mang Yingli goes south to return reinforcements, we can still stalemate him city by city and delay his actions. , and at the same time, it also greatly delayed the time for our troops to withdraw to Annan. I think it is very hopeful that it will be postponed until October after the Francons have to return to Europa."
Gao pragmatic looked at the map and thought for a while, then praised: "It's been three days since we last seen each other. We should treat each other with admiration. Zhiting, your current level is considered first-rate even among the first-level generals of the imperial court." ”
Huang Zhiting was extremely happy to be praised by Gao Zhiting, but for some reason, her words turned into a joke: "Aren't these all forced by the emperor? If I don't fight this battle with my heart, I'm afraid I will marry Don’t go out.”
Gao Qingshi put his hand on his forehead and muttered in a low voice: "Yeah, I'm a bitch."
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