The Battle of the North Sea ended without any suspense, and nearly 200,000 people of the Tatar tribe were captured.
The Tatar tribe formed by Arutai and Benya, which took many years to annex countless small tribes, finally disappeared in a heavy snow.
News of victory shot like arrows to the south.
At the same time, the good news of crossing the vast sea without any effort finally reached Datong.
"Harlan's sudden loss of temperature is a great victory!"
"Capture Yuanting Grand Master Arutai!"
"The captive Yuan Ting Khan Benya is missing!"
"Death to the Tartars!"
The sergeant reporting the victory of the Ninety-nine Cavalry, with the sun and moon flag on his back, shouted at the top of his lungs, and the war horse galloped on the concrete official road without any hindrance.
The Ming government issued an order that the middle of the concrete road was reserved for marching, and merchants and people could only walk on both sides. This order was implemented everywhere. No businessman would occupy the middle road, and no common people would walk on the road. Go in the middle.
Everyone knows that military affairs are on fire.
Since the beginning of the Conquest of the Ming Dynasty, sergeants and emissaries would fly by on the official road from time to time without any obstacles.
Even if it snows and the roads are blocked, countless people will take to the streets to clean them, giving priority to clearing the middle of the concrete road so that people delivering documents can pass unimpeded.
People's hearts are warm in this world.
The people all know that the Ming Dynasty cannot afford to lose this war.
Eager to win, eager to end this long war that lasted for fifty or sixty years (including the war at the end of the Yuan Dynasty) and three or four generations!
Once this battle is won, the grassland will no longer be a threat, the Great Wall will become the scenery, and the people of Ming Dynasty can easily go out and see the vastness of the grassland and the magnificence of the desert!
There will be no great wars after this battle, and there will be no Tatars after the Tartars!
When the desire shines into reality, when the galloping cavalry gallops past, and when the sound of the great victory is heard in the distance, groups of people cheer on the streets, in the houses, in the fields, and in the official roads.
"Father, father, did you hear that the imperial court won a great victory, the Tatars were wiped out, the Tatars were wiped out!"
Zhao Liang, who was wearing a Confucian robe, was so excited that he opened the curtain of the carriage.
Old man Zhao walked out of the carriage on crutches, followed by an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.
"What did you say? Jiuxian, what did your father say?"
Old Zhao, who was over sixty years old, had trembling hands and couldn't believe it for a moment.
Zhao Jiuxun grabbed his grandfather's hand and shouted loudly: "Grandpa, father said the Tatars were destroyed!"
"The Tatars are destroyed?"
Old man Zhao repeated.
Zhao Liang stood beside his father, pointed at the crowd running to tell each other, and shouted: "The Tatars are destroyed, the court has won, and the Ming Dynasty has won!"
Old Man Zhao's originally distracted gaze and cloudy eyes became alert at this moment. He took a step forward, took off his grandson's supporting hand, opened his mouth with few teeth, and looked up at the sky: "Now, let's I stand alone, I can stand firm without relying on you."
"grandfather."
Zhao Jiuxun watched uneasily, with tears hanging on that weathered face. He stubbornly held on to his pale beard, not wanting to fall.
When the first tear fell, it was already a string of tears.
"Father."
Zhao Liang spoke in a low voice.
Old Man Zhao did not wipe away his tears, but just looked up at the blue sky and choked out: "It's finally over, it's finally over! Zhi, did you hear that, the Tatars are destroyed, the Tatars who bullied us are destroyed! You can rest in peace!"
Zhao Liang was shocked.
My father hadn't mentioned my mother in many years. He thought he was used to hiding and forgetting, but it was unexpected that his father missed his mother so hotly and fiercely.
The feud back then was a family feud.
The hatred back then was the hatred of the country!
Nowadays, the Ming Dynasty is no longer a Ming Dynasty that allows others to bully, and today’s Ming Dynasty is not something that anyone can ravage!
Old man Zhao turned around, faced the south, and suddenly knelt down.
His head was knocked violently, and his square hat rolled off.
"Father!"
"grandfather!"
Zhao Liang and Zhao Jiuxun quickly knelt down and supported each other on the left and right.
Old Man Zhao straightened up and said solemnly: "Long live the Emperor, long live the Ming Dynasty!"
"Long live!"
Zhao Liang understood that his father was grateful for the emperor's favor and the court, and he wanted to express his gratitude.
Although Zhao Jiuxun is young, he already knows a lot of words. He has told about the difficulties of conquering the desert and the heroes who sacrificed their lives to conquer the desert, including countless heroes who did not leave their names!
The price that Ming Dynasty paid for this day was too great, and too many people sacrificed!
Generations of people are fighting one after another, and generations of people are fighting with swords and flesh and blood!
Today's peace was bought with the blood of heroes and martyrs!
The earth today was forged with the bones of heroes and martyrs!
All the people today are protected by heroes and martyrs with their souls!
The Ming Dynasty went through ups and downs for decades, and finally today, it overcame powerful enemies and established a frontier fortress!
Such brilliant achievements were achieved by the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, the people of the Ming Dynasty worked together to support it, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty was diligent in governing, managing everything every day, and being determined to make progress!
"Child, where is the monument to the heroes of Datong?"
Old man Zhao stood up.
Go to the Monument of Heroes and tell the great news to the fallen heroes!
Monuments to the Heroes and Squares of the Heroes are found in every city.
Because in every city, there are heroes who have made sacrifices for the court, the country, and the country, and have made contributions regardless of personal gain!
They threw their heads and shed their blood, but their heroic souls will live on forever!
When all the people look up to you!
"Father, the sergeant who just passed by delivering the good news must have passed by the Plaza de la Heroine. You see, the people are all walking there. That's where you want to go."
Zhao Liang's eyes turned red.
The cavalry delivering the good news passed through Datong like speeding arrows, running on the flat concrete road, the sound of galloping horse hooves ringing loudly. After the cavalry passed by, news began to spread like a torrent.
People were running everywhere, and the gongs and drums were loud!
Many businessmen offered 50% off discounts to celebrate the victory. Some restaurants even shouted the slogan "If you get drunk today, drinks are free." Even the madam in the red building silently closed the door and drove away the guests. What time was it? Still playing, this is the great celebration of the country and the people, so we should go to the streets to celebrate!
Beiping.
Yao Guangxiao stood on the tall city wall, looking to the south, with the cold wind behind him, lifting the corners of his clothes.
Chen Gui walked over slowly and said to Yao Guangxiao: "The imperial court sent a document, written by the prince, asking about the progress of the project and determining the date of moving the capital."
Yao Guangxiao withdrew his gaze and turned sideways to look at Chen Gui: "What's wrong with Mr. Zhang?"
Chen Gui comforted him and said, "Don't worry. The medical officer has seen it and said it's just a sudden cold weather and wind chill. It's nothing to worry about. He suggested that the capital move should be scheduled for next autumn."
Yao Guangxiao raised his hand and twisted the beads: "Next autumn, although it is a little late, is indeed a good time. The hot summer has just passed and the cold winter has not yet arrived. Both the court and the officials have time to arrange their homes. At present, the city wall is more than half built. , it will be fully completed in another six months, leaving one month to offset possible delays, which is only seven months, which is just the right time.”
When Chen Gui saw what Yao Guangxiao said, he nodded and said: "Then I will go back and write a document and propose to move the capital in the autumn of the twelfth year."
Yao Guangxiao walked with Chen Gui and said in a low voice: "This move of the capital is not led by the emperor, but by the prince of the East Palace. What do you think?"
Chen Gui said with a smile: "Since the two palace rebellions, although the emperor has not completely handed over many state affairs to the East Palace, he can be asked to take the lead and be responsible for such a huge matter of moving the capital. It is obviously his intention to train the East Palace."
Yao Guangxiao stared: "Why?"
"Why?"
Chen Gui was a little confused.
Yao Guangxiao stopped and looked at Chen Gui seriously: "Donggong is young, but His Majesty is in his prime."
Chen Gui was shocked.
Yao Guangxiao's words seemed to have profound meaning.
Chen Gui thought about it carefully and found that something was indeed wrong with this matter.
Because Zhu Yunwen traveled from time to time, Zhu Wenkui began to appear in front of everyone at a very young age, and even served as a prisoner of the country several times. He also visited the north on Zhu Yunwen's behalf and stayed in Peiping for a period of time. Read the book
Chen Gui, who had dealt with Zhu Wenkui, suddenly found that he seemed to have been deceived by Zhu Wenkui's extraordinary maturity and stability, forgetting that he was not yet an adult and was even five or six years away from being the weakest.
Although during the Taizu period, Prince Yiwen was taught from an early age, Prince Yiwen really came into contact with government affairs after he was eighteen or nineteen years old, and was gradually entrusted with important responsibilities after the coming-of-age ceremony.
It was too early for Zhu Yunwen to entrust Zhu Wenkui with important responsibilities.
It's so early, so early that it's a little unnerving.
Chen Gui looked at Yao Guangxiao and said worriedly: "You don't mean to say that the emperor is not in good health, do you?"
Yao Guangxiao shook his head slightly, with a deep look in his eyes: "That's not necessarily true, I just feel that the emperor is a little eager to train the prince."
Just as Chen Gui was about to speak, there was a noise outside the city gate. Then he heard many migrant workers making a noise. They thought something had happened. The two hurriedly walked down the city wall. As soon as they arrived at the city gate, they heard someone shouting:
"Suddenly the sudden loss of temperature is a great victory!"
"Destruction of the Tartars!"
Chen Gui immediately relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Yao Guangxiao: "As you expected, King Yan really destroyed the Tatars this time!"
Yao Guangxiao nodded and put away the beads: "It's not as I expected, but as the emperor expected. This time, the whole world attacked the Ming Dynasty. It seemed to be a crisis, but after defeating it, it became a success story for the Ming Dynasty. In order to deal with this crisis, the imperial court We have mobilized all the people and material resources that can be mobilized, and with excellent firearms, brave sergeants, and wise generals, it is difficult not to win."
Chen Gui laughed loudly and felt happy: "It is easy to win, but it is not easy to destroy the Tatars. King Yan can do this, he is worthy of being the first god of war in the Ming Dynasty! The enemy that has been strong for decades has finally been wiped out today. When Daqing !」
"As it should be!"
Yao Guangxiao agreed.
Therefore, with the consent of Yao Guangxiao, Chen Gui, and Zhang Sigong, construction in Peiping was suspended for three days and the whole people celebrated.
The good news of the destruction of the Tatars was like a great roc soaring into the sky, setting off a joyous wind in the Ming Dynasty, sweeping across the state capital, deep into the county, the countryside, even in remote mountains, where the news was originally blocked, but it spread... …
