Many people looked at Wang Shouren, because this time, they might have to quell chaos and suppress bandits, and Wang Shouren had rich experience...
However, Yang Tinghe stood up and said: "Your Majesty, let me do this. It will take time to prepare the elite troops in Beijing Camp and Guangxi. I will go first. I am still called the Supervisor of Grain to arrest the criminals. It just shows that I am weak and tired, and I will supervise the autumn grain." The stockpiles were for military use. If the rebels saw that the situation was stabilized by the ministers, they would be exposed if they took action again. At the same time, the Beijing camp secretly moved south along the canal. After the war, Tuenmen was replaced by troops borrowed from Guangxi to guard against Portuguese reinforcements. The newly victorious army and the elite troops of Guangxi took sea ships to the east in the name of exterminating the pirates. With Chen Jin here, Guangxi is safe."
He said quickly: "When the autumn grain is put into the warehouse, it is the day when the army can arrive. I will first visit the southeast for a period of time. The army's arrival can also be said to be due to clues, so as not to panic innocent people. After that, Then use thunderous power to sweep the southeast and solve the case quickly. As for not taking a word from the people from the three places for ten years... we still don't want to make the scholars in the world uneasy. If the scholars from the southeast have no way out, the imperial court will really force the southeast to rebel."
He no longer cares about what the emperor thinks of him. There is always a need for someone in the court who always finds it difficult here and there.
Even if you ask him to change it, he won't be able to change it.
But he can finish this last thing and retire with success.
"I agree with the words of the Great Heavenly Official. It is not appropriate for the chief minister to go personally." Zhang Zilin, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishments, stood up with a serious face. "I am the Minister of the Ministry of Punishments. It is most appropriate for me to supervise this case. I am familiar with the investigation and interrogation. . When I was involved in politics in Shanxi and governor of Huguang, I repeatedly provided relief to the victims. If chaos broke out, I could also deal with the aftermath. I served in the Dali Temple in Nanjing for ten years, and I was even more aware of the evils in the Southeast. It has been twenty-seven years since I left my post in the Southeast. , and there are very few connections. I have just finished presiding over the Qian Ning Jiang Bin case, and there is no need to explain my departure. The ministers in the southeast know their interests, and those who are wise enough to protect themselves due to the situation may be the first to report."
"Huang Jin, call the imperial kitchen and bring some wine!"
Zhu Houcong thought for a while and said this again.
Today is not about sharing a golden cup with you, but about Yang Tinghe being able to say those words, no one trying to persuade him after he made up his mind, Yang Tinghe being able to come up with another plan, and Zhang Zilin being able to ask for help in an orderly manner.
When the wine was filled, Zhu Houcong said with emotion: "It has not been five years since the new law in Guangdong, Jiaozhi has not been restored, and the world will not be shaken up. I know the benefits and disadvantages. However, since there are arrogant rats who are showing off their power, they will dye the southeast vermilion with their blood." ! Use this matter to tell the officials and gentry in the southeast: the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty guarded the peace of the land and water, the people of the Ming Dynasty provided them with money, grain and products, and the boats and carriages of the Ming Dynasty carried them to make profits! It was the Ming Dynasty that made them successful, not them who supported the Ming Dynasty! Even if someone just borrowed it There is trouble in the Southeast, so why do the rebels think that the Southeast is useful? Zhang Zilin and Cui Yuan, go to the Southeast and straighten the backbone of the Southeast!"
"I accept the order and will live up to His Majesty's high expectations!"
Zhu Houcong gritted his teeth after finishing the drink in one gulp: "After the incident is completed, if it is the work of the officials and gentry in the southeast, I will issue an edict to the southeast: The beautiful land of Zhongling and Yu has produced heroes like Zhongwu Gong who make me admire them! Today, the southeast is full of smoke and smoke. , The selfish desires are overwhelming! The Southeast Gongsheng who will serve as officials in the future, and the Southeast officials who have served before, will all have an extra layer of prejudice in my eyes! I will wait and see who will rectify the name of Southeast and have family and country at heart!"
The ministers sighed silently: Your Majesty is still more inclined to think that the officials and gentry from the southeast are acting, but luckily he changed his mind and did not say anything about not taking people from the southeast.
But if someone is really fishing in troubled waters in the southeast, the emperor's words are not serious.
Another layer of prejudice means that it is much more difficult to get promoted.
Southeast will suffer the evil done by Southeast, and this will also serve as a warning.
Wang Shouren was silent after listening.
He regretted it. He should have stood up and asked for help without hesitation.
What Your Majesty said is both conscience and the future of spiritual learning.
Although he knew that he could not go even if he asked for help.
Cui Yuan is going, and Guo Xun is also going. Should the resettlement of the three major camps be stalled first?
Facing a new king who wants to change the status quo, not only a few provinces and a few people in the world will be restless?
Jingying is even more important.
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No one knows about the secret discussions in the imperial study room, except those who already hold important responsibilities.
Guo Xun's eyes flashed with a biting light at night as he rode through the mountains.
Looking back, I saw that all the figures were his soldiers.
These soldiers were very tired because they were suddenly told that they would practice night march today.
The soldiers didn't know why they practiced night marching, but Guo Xun did.
When the opportunity came for his son to change his title from Wu Dingbo back to Wu Dinghou, Guo Xun was equally nervous and apprehensive.
But he is also eager and eager.
I have never been on the battlefield, and I have never led troops to kill!
Although he has middle- and low-level generals who have always followed the path of Wu Dinghou, and now he has transferred a few capable ones to the Shenji camp, these original soldiers from the Beijing camp have never been on the battlefield!
"How far have you walked?" he asked the lieutenant beside him in a low voice.
"Less than eight miles."
Guo Xun looked at the soldiers who were already swaying a little. There were hesitations and noises from time to time, as well as horses holding hooves.
A ruthless look appeared in his eyes: "Henan, Shandong, somewhere near the canal are bandits that we can train our troops with."
The lieutenant general was stunned and replied in a low voice: "Master Marquis, we have only practiced for more than a month, how can we fight in a battle? Besides, we are practicing night walking, so don't take the lead in talking!"
Guo Xun's expression froze, and he picked up the reins and continued to walk slowly in silence.
Damn it, hurry up!
But His Majesty is right. Without blood, you will never become a capable soldier.
Before going to Jiangnan, you must find a group of bandits to train with!
Even if it's weak!
Late at night, the sea a few miles south of Tuen Mun Island was covered with sail shadows.
Wang Hong stood on the bow of the boat, looking straight ahead.
Looking up at the sky again, he asked again: "Is the course correct?"
"Don't worry, sir! The south wind is blowing tonight, the starry sky is clear, and the heading is absolutely correct!"
"Sign up the lantern again and wait and see if anyone is left behind!" Wang Hong ordered again, "Let the fire ship be ready. After the ship is successfully scuttled, the imitation centipede ship will always stay close to rescue people! Wait for the sentinel ship to report and disperse immediately. Launch the fleet and attack Tuen Mun Island!"
This battle of revenge is tonight.
After the defeat more than two months ago, Haiphong Road only reduced its defense near the coast. Information about preparations for war, the Franji people on Tuen Mun Island...oh no, the Portuguese must know it.
So instead we have to attack hastily and suddenly again.
Although guns and cannons are still no match, this is at the doorstep of home! Familiar doors and familiar roads!
The old trick is to attack with fire.
Touch the road at night and take advantage of the south wind!
"Yang San, Dai Ming, let your instructors check the new guns and projectiles again!"
"yes!"
The two craftsmen who were attached to his ship immediately walked to the sides of the ship on both sides, one on the left and the other on the right, and shouted to the other two large ships of 400 materials not far away.
Still far enough away that the enemy wouldn't hear.
The twelve-furlong cannon that was hastily imitated by many Foshan craftsmen was equipped with only three main ships.
The ammunition has also been slightly improved, and the supply is not too much.
Although His Majesty's Longevity Festival has now passed, Master Futai did not insist on his previous wish and force a quick war.
Everyone knows that they can't wait any longer.
From Tuen Mun Island to Malacca, with the speed of the Portuguese warships, a round trip, reinforcements of the Karak-class warship or the Calais galley warship known as the centipede ship may arrive as early as the end of September.
At this time, there were still no additional troops on Tuen Mun Island.
"Sir, there is a boat coming!" The people watching from above immediately shouted down.
At the same time, the shadow in front was changing direction, and then there were five faint sounds of birdsong.
Wang Hong's eyes narrowed: "There are still five miles left! Spread out, full sail, move forward at full speed!"
As the lanterns rang out, nearly a hundred ships, large and small, soon filled the small sea.
Five thousand soldiers were scattered on each ship, and Zhao Jun stood on another ship with a solemn face.
This battle can only be won, not lost!
Zhang Fujing privately told him and Wang Hong: If this battle is defeated, not only will the new law in Guangdong be difficult to implement, but the country will also be at war.
He didn't know what news was coming from Beijing, but Zhu Qi came to Guangzhou from Wuzhou again.
Guangdong Haiphong Road is still increasing its troops.
"Lord Nitai, I saw it! I saw the Portuguese stronghold!"
Wang Hong drew out his sword: "Raise the fire and charge into the formation!"
In front of the war ship, more than thirty small boats filled with anointed fodder were set on fire. The soldiers on board were burned by the flames and finally took control of the fast boats.
Behind them, followed by a small imitation centipede boat, was ready to slide its oars at any time to meet these igniting soldiers.
The centipede ship now imitated cannot mount cannons, so it can only use its speed to carry igniting soldiers and ship-cutting soldiers.
The sea south of Tuen Mun Island suddenly burned red.
From a distance, he saw the flames of the Portuguese camp on Tuen Mun Island flickering and running around. Wang Hong shouted in a hissing voice: "Avenge your comrades and take back my territory! Go straight to the enemy ship, and after the bombardment, pick up the ship! Pick up!" Side!"
The enemy ship that we were unable to board last time must be killed this time.
"Join the ship! Join the ship! Join the ship!"
On the shore of the South China Sea in the Ming Dynasty, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the howling roared north!
The fire ship is in front and is the fastest. The man operating the boat was burned so hard that his lips were chapped with sweat, but he still tried his best to steer the sail in the right direction and approach the enemy ship.
When they sensed the attack, the Portuguese's response was not slow. They were all desperadoes who had traveled across the ocean, and their experience in robbery and fighting was much richer than that of the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The Portuguese galley of Calais was the first to start, with its sails still hoisted. After crossing the ship slightly, the cannons mounted on both sides began to bombard.
Although it was night, the range measurement and aiming were much worse, but since their ships were moored at the dock and were close together, the Ming warships naturally became denser as they approached and surrounded them.
Some Ming warships were hit by bullets, some screamed, and some fell into the water.
The sound of flying projectiles passed through Zhao Jun's ears. The ship he was driving had four new cannons with a slightly longer range.
"Come closer and slow down!" He who rarely talks now wants to say more, "Slow down so that you can turn! Pass over and blast along the road. Let's go straight to the big ship on the far right. Don't let it move. We can only do it. Jumping over the side to help seize the ship, do you understand?"
There is no hope in fighting with firepower.
Burn the boat! Hew the ship! Seize the ship! In this battle of the Ming Dynasty, we can only fight with our lives!
Fortunately, the five thousand generals now dare to fight.
Partly it was the sword sent by the emperor to kill the heads in Guangdong and Guangxi, and partly it was the compensation and honors received by the soldiers who were killed and wounded in the previous battle.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, the first fire ship finally hit a Karak-class Portuguese warship. The mast was broken by the curved hull, and the sail fell down and was quickly burned, but it would take time to ignite the Portuguese hull.
"Dive into the water! Dive into the water and cut the boats! The boats come around and you can't let them move!"
"Whoosh!" From the deck of the Karak-class battleship, some Portuguese people abandoned their muskets and picked up bows and arrows and began to look down and shoot faster.
In their field of vision, the battleship was surrounded by small boats desperately gathering from all directions.
"Rockets! Fire rockets quickly!" After entering the firing range, some commanders on the Ming Dynasty's medium-sized warships began to direct the archers to throw rockets at the sail masts and decks of the Portuguese warships.
The strategy in the first stage is to block all their ships anchored in the harbor, whether by burning sails or chiseling the ships, or using sentinel ships that are much weaker in comparison to harass and delay them.
The war has entered its most intense stage. The accuracy and range of the Portuguese muskets and artillery are much better. Small and medium-sized Ming ships were frequently damaged and even began to sink.
"boom!"
Wang Hong's ship was in the middle, and he collided directly with a Portuguese Centipede warship.
It doesn't matter if it's injured or destroyed. Ming Dynasty is not afraid of consumption!
The four cannons on his ship fired another round of fire. This time the distance was very close. One of the shells happened to hit a mast of the Karak-class warship not far away, and the sail on it suddenly capsized. .
The force on the sails of the big ship changed, and it deflected as it just started to move. The soldier who was digging into the belly of the ship under the water was suddenly hit in the chest, and a mouthful of blood spit out and stained his surroundings red. In the water, which was illuminated by firelight, he was pressed by the bottom of the boat and a bloody streak spread out.
"Turn the helm! Move closer!" Wang Hong pointed directly at the giant ship, "It can't get up! Try your best to hurt it again!"
The sails on the flagship tried their best to deflect the direction. When they reached the shore, there was almost no room for maneuvering. Medium and large warships with sufficient artillery erection heights are used to bombard enemy ships that may start sailing out of the harbor.
If they were activated, their speed and firepower advantages would be restored.
"Shout! Except for the partial division and the centipede boat that are responding to the encirclement, everyone should board the ship!"
On Zhao Jun's side, he was already leaning against the outermost Karak-class battleship. Squinting his eyes slightly, the ship seemed to have tilted a little, and two places on the belly of the ship were already on fire.
"It's a dead ship!" He took out his knife, "Kill it!"
The fire gun is indeed very powerful, but when it comes to close combat, a knife kills faster.
Narrow roads have met, but the brave will prevail.
"Kill!"
"What the heck!"
"Fourth! The red-haired ghost raised on dog food! Ah!!!"
"boom!"
The Portuguese camp on Tuen Mun Island was also bombarded with artillery shells, but it could no longer change the direction of the battle.
Taking the risk of losing their direction and losing their ships at night, the Daming Navy made a circle from the southeast of Dongguan to the south of Tuen Mun Island.
Taking advantage of this southerly wind, they finally blocked the Portuguese ship in the harbor by relying on their numbers, braving the bombardment of coastal defense artillery and the muskets and muskets on the warships and fighting hand-to-hand.
In the distant city of Guangzhou, Zhang Fujing had been sitting in the governor's office all night, and the sky was getting white.
He's not out on the water off Tuen Mun Island, but he knows he's also on the cusp of the storm.
The dangers he took and the impact involved were even greater than the lives of the officers and soldiers.
Their success or failure will determine what Zhang Fuking can do next.
How is the battle going?
On the canal at this time, Zhang Zilin had just woken up.
"Set sail and set sail!"
Starting today, we will enter the territory of South Zhili.
He was recommended by Yang Tinghe to be promoted to the position of Minister of the Ministry of Punishment. He belonged to the so-called conservative faction in the imperial study. He was neither a new or old minister promoted by the emperor, nor Wang Qiong's nine ministers who occupied the top positions in the six departments.
And Yang Tinghe needs to prove that he is indeed dedicated to assisting Mingjun now, and it is impossible for His Majesty to allow someone with his prestige to come to the southeast.
The most suitable candidate is Zhang Zilin.
Come to the southeast and become the enemy of the southeastern officials and gentry, making the emperor believe that there is really no one in the center to support him.
He also wants His Majesty to clear up any doubts about his involvement in Liang Chu, Wang Qiong and others when he presided over the trial of Qian Ning and Jiang Bin.
It may also be the next step that Zhang Zilin can take.
He is the first governor of Zhejiang Province. Starting today, he will also face the crisis in the southeast.
(End of chapter)
