Chongzhen Daming: Starting from Coal Mountain

Chapter 89
Xingyuan, the admiral of the Xiazhen defense line.

Chongzhen Dama Jindao sat on the chair of the grand master, reviewing the ledger.

Chongzhen now leaves all government affairs to the cabinet. As long as it is not such a major event as the government pushing the Ministry of History officials, Shi Kefa and the other four can have the final say on other matters.

Chongzhen only planned to catch two things.

The first is the army, and the second is money.

But even if it is the army and money, Chongzhen can only grab a small part now.

What he can really manage now is the [-] people on the front line in Xuzhou and the money and food sent to Xuzhou.

Chongzhen looked at it very carefully. After all, he had very limited money and food, and there was only 60 taels of silver and more than a hundred thousand shi of grain left in total, so he had to plan carefully.

Chongzhen looked at the ledger very intently.

Zhu Cihong and Zhu Cijiong were very anxious, because the Ming army and Jiannu were engaged in a desperate fight in the northwest area of ​​Xiazhen's defense line, and the loud shouts of killing continued to come from the northwest.

Perhaps because Zhu Cihong was two years older, he could still stand.

But the thirteen-year-old Zhu Cijiong was so anxious that his face was huddled together, and he ran to the outside of the gate from time to time to take a look, but unfortunately, because there was no watchtower, he couldn't see anything.

"Third brother, don't worry." Zhu Cihong persuaded.

[Zhu Cijiong was the third son of Chongzhen, the second son Zhu Cixuan died young]

"Can I not be in a hurry." Zhu Cijiong clapped his fists vigorously, "I can't wait to pick up the spear and follow the soldiers into battle, and kill every single one of Jiannu!"

"You will have a chance." Chongzhen said with a smile.

"But not now, you are too young now."

Zhu Cijiong was overjoyed when he heard the words: "Father, did you mean that you can go to the battlefield when you grow up?"

Zhu Cihong's focus was on the other side. He thought that his father was in front of the mountain and did not change his face. Uncle Jingnan led the main force of the Ming army to a decisive battle with Jiannu, but his father could still deal with it calmly. The posture of the emperor.

"Yes." Chongzhen said to Zhu Cijiong with a smile, "You can go to the battlefield when you turn eighteen."

"Father, my son also wants to go to the battlefield." Zhu Cihong said, "My son also wants to fight for Ming Dynasty."

"Yes." Chongzhen nodded happily, "As princes, you should fight against the Ming Dynasty."

Gao Qiqian, Lu Jiude, Han Zanzhou and the others listened to the words but felt terrified, especially Gao Qiqian, who said in his heart that the prince will be the king, don't be like this, war is not fun.

It is better to go to Qinhuai River to listen to a play or something.

While the father and son were talking, Xingyuan suddenly turned against Yingtian.

Gao Qiqian, Han Zanzhou and Lu Jiude were stunned for a few moments.

Brothers Zhu Cihong and Zhu Cijiong also heard it, but they couldn't believe it.

Chongzhen finally raised his head, turned his head and asked Wang Chengen: "Wang Daban, what are you shouting outside?"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, Great Ming Blessings!" Wang Chengen knelt down on the ground with a puff, his whole body was sobbing, "Jiannu is broken! Jiannu is broken! Jianu is broken!"

"Old servant, congratulations to the Holy Majesty, all blessings to Ming Dynasty!"

Gao Qiqian, Han Zanzhou and Lu Jiude knelt down on the ground.

"Puchi." A drop of ink dripped from the tip of the brush and splashed on the ground.

Chongzhen's hanging heart finally fell back to the ground like this drop of ink.

Don't look at the time when Chongzhen was reviewing the books just now, he showed a calm and calm expression as if the mountain collapsed before him, but in fact his heart was not peaceful.

How can it be calm?

Just like a gambler, who bets all his wealth to fight for life and death, before the lid of the dice cup is lifted, who can be calm?No one can do it!
Even though Chongzhen knew that the Ming army had a great chance of winning this battle, he would still be worried.

Because there has never been a [-]% certain victory in this world, and there are always opportunities for small-probability events to happen. Who knows if Jiannu will suddenly explode?

Who knows if Ming Jun will suddenly pull his hips?

Thankfully, none of his fears happened.

The Ming army finally won the battle, and Jiannu collapsed!

"Okay!" Chongzhen flicked his sleeves and strode to the gate of Xingyuan.

Looking at the noisy battlefield in the northwest, he said leisurely: "Jiannu is already defeated, now let's see how many Jiannu can be killed by the soldiers in front? It's best not to let go of any of them!"

After hearing Chongzhen's words, Zhu Cihong and Zhu Cijiong looked forward to it.

The eyes of Wang Chengen, Gao Qiqian and other eunuchs also became eager.

Ever since Lao Nu raised his troops, Daming had never won even a real victory from Jian Nu. Could it be that this precedent is really going to be broken by Long Live Lord today?
Long live Lord, it seems that he has really changed.

However, Chongzhen's gaze had already turned to the battlefield ahead.

It seems that thousands of Ming army soldiers are chasing and killing Jiannu endlessly from the retreat passages, the Western gun platforms one by one and the slope protection one after another.

……

After yelling a few times, Yang Ponu suddenly felt that Jiannu wasn't that scary.

Yang Ponu suddenly discovered that not only the Ming army was afraid, Jiannu was also afraid, it turned out that Jiannu would also turn around and flee after being afraid.

So what else is there to say?kill them!
"Kill the slaves!" Yang Ponu roared, picked up his spear and chased after him.

After a few steps, Yang Ponu caught up with a Jiannu from behind. This was obviously a soldier or a Han soldier. He didn't even wear cotton armor on his body, only a battle jacket.

To Jiannu, Yang Ponu would naturally not be soft-hearted.

According to the usual training, Yang Ponu stabbed casually.

Hearing the sound of barking, the diamond-shaped spearhead that was enough to pierce armor easily pierced Jiannu's vest, and Jiannu staggered and fell to the ground with a scream.

Before Jiannu fell to the ground, Yang Ponu had already retracted his spear.

The fact that Jian Nu was stabbed to death so easily gave Yang Po Nu a great confidence boost.

It turned out that there was nothing special about Jiannu, and he would still die if he stabbed it with a spear.

Are you afraid of them being a bird?Yang Ponu became more confident, and rushed forward with a spear in his hand, and soon rushed to the front of all the spearmen.

At this time, the formation of the Ming army had already dispersed and became a mess.

In normal times, as long as Jiannu kills the carbine, the Ming army will win first and then lose in a flash, and lose thousands of miles, but today I don't have this physical strength, I am really tired.

The assault of the eight-layered musket,
Jiannu's vigor was exhausted.

It also exhausted Jiannu's physical strength.

At this time, Jian Nu really didn't have the strength to fight back.
I only hate my grandparents for having two legs, so they can't run fast.

Another Jiannu appeared in front of Yang Ponu.

This is another soldier of the Ming army, because he can speak the official language of Ming Dynasty.

Realizing that he couldn't escape, the pawn knelt down and kowtowed to Yang Ponu.

"Brother, please forgive me, please forgive me." The surrender knelt down and kowtowed while weeping bitterly, "We don't want to surrender to Jiannu either, it's that bastard Gaodi who lied to us."

"Go away!" Yang Ponu's bamboo spear was thrust out, and then abruptly retracted.

"Hey, okay, roll now." The soldier agreed, and he rolled on the ground a few times, and rolled to the corner of the trench, where he was stabbed in the buttocks by the remaining bamboo thorns, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Yang Ponu jumped over the soldiers and continued to chase forward with strides.

Although Yang Ponu is a southerner, he has the height of a northerner.

Relying on a pair of long legs, Yang Ponu quickly rushed in front of the other spearmen, and then found another Jiannu. This Jiannu seemed to have injured his calf, and it was very difficult to run with a limp.

Hearing footsteps approaching behind him, the Jianu realized that he could no longer escape.

This Jiannu let out a roar, and then he swung his saber and turned to face Yang Ponu.

In the past, Yang Ponu must have been timid before fighting, but he was already scared to pee when he saw Jiannu rushing up.

But now, Yang Ponu's state of mind is completely different. The "war results" just now have given him great confidence, and he has become fearless.

"Go to hell!" Yang Ponu made another unpretentious thrust.

However, this Jiannu was obviously a ruthless character, and he cut off Yang Ponu's spear with a flick of the long knife.

The standard spear shaft has to be wrapped with 16 pieces of green leather bamboo strips, then wrapped with silk thread, painted, and then dried for a long time to form. Such a spear shaft not only has hardness, but also is more resistant to cutting by sharp blades.

But Ming's finances obviously couldn't afford such a high-quality spear.

Therefore, iron wood, jujube wood and even bamboo poles are widely used in the army.

Yang Ponu's spear shaft was an ordinary bamboo pole, which was chopped off by Jiannu.

In the past, when the spear was severed, Yang Ponu must have turned around and ran away.

But this time, Yang Ponu just flicked his wrist after the spear was cut off, and the bamboo spear shaft that lost the spearhead just slightly turned its direction and pierced Jiannu's throat.

This time it became hasty, much more than Jiannu expected.

Before Jiannu could react, the spear had already pierced through the throat guard.

Although the tip of the spear has been cut off, the tip is still sharp, so it is equivalent to a bamboo spear.

Yang Ponu could clearly feel that the tip of the spear had pierced Jiannu's throat, because when the spear pierced into the human body, there would be a wonderful texture from the shaft, which would not be deceiving.

This should be the second true slave that Yang Ponu stabbed to death in his life.

The last time in Anshan Town was purely accidental, but this time it was a serious battle!

"Mangy dog, you kid is really lucky, and you caught a fucking rat again?" Another spearman ran past Yang Ponu with a spear, his tone full of envy.

"Wang Laoshi, call Laozi the big one, Yang Ponu!"

Yang Ponu let out a loud roar, and continued to chase forward with his bamboo spear in his hand.

"Hey, you're still chasing after the spikes are gone? Save some for me."

Wang Laoshi couldn't sprint with Yang Ponu, so he screamed behind him anxiously.

At this time, the morale of the Ming army was completely raised, and they were no longer afraid of building slaves.

At least the Ming army in these ten towns in Xia Town is no longer afraid of Jiannu.

Of course, this confidence is still very fragile. If it is not properly protected, it will be able to return to its original shape after a defeat.

True confidence is like that of Jiannu, who has won countless victories in half a century. The kind of self-confidence that comes from the bones cannot be erased by a few defeats.

(End of this chapter)