I Xiaoxiong

Chapter 375
Standing in the tent, looking at the cloudy clouds and lingering rain outside, Zhao Yuanzhang was very upset.

It has been repaired for more than half a month. Originally, in the past few days, the troops should be marched to carry out the final campaign against the remnants of Honglian.

It is muddy and slippery in rainy days, and forcing troops can only sink the officers and soldiers into the mud.Moreover, there are still thousands of people left behind in Honglian. Although they are trapped in the mountains, the trapped beasts are still fighting. Rainy weather has much less impact on the gang of refugees in Honglian Road who lack iron armor and are born with mud legs than the well-equipped army.

"Your Majesty, don't be impatient. The red lotus rebels on the mountain are already at the end of their rope. When the weather improves, they can send out troops. They will definitely win with one blow, and they will be able to achieve victory with peace."

A middle-aged man in a green shirt behind him spoke to comfort him.

This person's name is Yuan Hongdao, he is resourceful and resourceful, and he is Zhao Yuanzhang's confidant and aide.

"Mr. Yuan, I understand what you said, but the night is long and the dream is full. If the red lotus rebels are not wiped out for a day, I can't let go. The British Duke left this great achievement to me, so I can't help but relax."

Zhao Yuanzhang had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He was a tall man, and the one who had been with the army for three years was more martial-like than before. Although he was worried at this time, he still maintained his demeanor as a general.

In the past few years, he has been fighting in Shannan with the British Duke Fu Maoxiu for several years. He is also an expert in marching troops, but the more he is like this, the more worried he feels.

As a marshal, the British Duke led the army to fight for three years, fortified the walls and cleared the fields, built docks, organized local gentry regiments, and weaving the people and households was like weaving a net.The area where the red lotus rebels were active was continuously reduced, and after hundreds of battles, the foundation for the great victory in Xiangbei was laid.

This is what he, Zhao Yuanzhang, followed step by step, and he is naturally clear about the difficulties.

In fact, after the great victory in Xiangbei, the overall situation is now considered to be settled, and the last remnants of the Red Lotus Army will be wiped out, and the rebels Cheng Jun, Fang Qiu, Xue Julin and others will be sent to Beijing, and it will be considered a great success.

And at this juncture, the Grand Marshal of the British Duke actually took sick leave and returned to Beijing to recuperate.

How could this not surprise Zhao Yuanzhang?

Originally, he wanted to practice with the British Duke, and being the deputy commander is naturally an achievement, but the current situation is beyond his expectations.

The key is that although the British public has worked a little bit in the past three years, they have spent most of the time sitting in Xiangzhou City and dispatching them in the middle.

On the contrary, he, the deputy commander, often followed the army over mountains and mountains to chase the red lotus bandits, but now the British Duke claimed that he was infected with the miasma in the mountains and felt unwell?
Excuse.

But don't care about what plans the British Duke has made, what cares he has, but this great achievement is really given up by others.

And he also knew that Shangjing definitely didn't have a decree or any hint in any way to ask the British Duke to give him the final great work.

He has to accept it.

It doesn't matter whether this great achievement can be received or not.

Putting the nearly 20 army and the two dozens of states in Shannan on his shoulders all at once, Zhao Yuanzhang was a little out of breath.

Although in terms of military affairs, he only needs to follow the method left by Fu Maoxiu step by step, let each department perform its duties, and there will be no mistakes.

But the 26-year-old prince is still worried.

As the deputy commander, although I watched Fu Maoxiu handle various military affairs with ease, as long as he did a good job in mediation and followed the steps, there was nothing special about it.

But after he really commanded the whole army as deputy marshal, he realized that all this is really not that simple.

When Fu Gong was there, he didn't feel any difference.

After Mr. Fu left, there was no comparison.

Fortunately, he has been the deputy commander of Fu Jinchuan and Fu Maoxiu successively in these years, and he has also learned a little bit of skills, and with his noble status, he can barely hold the situation.

But what he is worried about now is that after a long time, the veterans and soldiers will not be able to restrain these arrogant soldiers. If something goes wrong and they are taken advantage of by thieves, it will be a major event for the country.

Recently, however, there have been some signs of it. The sergeants have gradually become slack, and the corruption of ink has returned to the problem that did not exist when the British general was in command. Now, in less than half a month, it has sprung up one after another like mushrooms after rain.

So he is a little worried now.

Thinking back to the battles of Shouzhou and Luzhou that he participated in in Huainan that year, Fu Jinchuan's strict military management was quite moving.

Shall we kill chickens to scare monkeys, kill a few people to deter and express military discipline?
But is it really useful for him to do so?
Although he didn't want to admit it, Fu Sanlang was firmly in the top spot among his peers, whether it was using soldiers or running them.

The murderous aura in his body was piled up by hundreds of military beheads.

Among the Shannan army, there are elites who fought with Fu Sanlang in the Battle of Songzhou. Anyone who listens casually knows how strict Wu Anhou's military discipline is.

A warrior like Shi Wannian, who has personally faced the saint, has become a military envoy, and if he breaks the military law, he will inevitably be beaten with a military stick.

But after the fight, he didn't have the slightest temper.

That was a reaction that could only come from the awe that came from the heart.

So he was very hesitant, he didn't have the power of Fu Jinchuan who had fought many battles, would it cause trouble if he really hurt the killer?

Wai Yi couldn't keep the scene down, and if there was a mutiny, it would be a big mistake.But military discipline had to be rectified.

So the best choice is to wipe out the rebel bandits as soon as possible and end this war that has been fought for several years.

It happened to be raining heavily. What a bad time.

Zhao Yuantan looked at the sky worryingly, and said casually: "Go out for a walk."

I took my guards on a tour in the rainy day.

At this time, in a large tent in the camp, there was a large plate of sheep, scorpion, fat goose, and two jars of shochu on the table. The few people ate and drank, lamenting the continuous rain that came in for a year.

"This shochu is strong enough, comparable to Jiannan Shaochun in Sichuan." Zheng Fengchun praised after taking a sip.

Shi Wannian gnawed on the sheep scorpion in one hand and said, "Nonsense. I got this from Xiangzhou City a few days ago, and this jar cost me five hundred dollars."

Qu Twelve took a sip and said, "Five hundred dollars? General Shi, you are really rich." It felt a bit unbelievable.

Shi Wannian laughed loudly and said: "What kind of affluence is this! I heard that Shangjing has a lot of good wine, and I didn't enjoy drinking it last time I went there."

Jiang Wudao: "Old Qu, look at your worthless appearance. Don't say that you came from Beijing. Have you never drank the one-two-one pot of Lihuabai in Fanlou? Have you tried the three-two-one pot of Longyan sinking vat?" Have you ever drank it? Or Jiujiang Shuangzheng, have you never drank it? Brother Shi, wait until next time, when we go to Shangjing, let’s have a drink.”

"Hahaha, okay, Master Hou kept saying that he went to Shangjing to find him for a drink." Shi Wannian laughed loudly.

".Speaking of which, I haven't seen Master Hou for several years. When the old Patriarch left, Ayun and I went to Xiangzhou. We wanted to go back to Shangjing with the old Patriarch, but the old Patriarch scolded me."

Jiang Wu couldn't help but resentfully said.

Qu Twelve said: "If you want me to say that we should be scolded, the old Patriarch and Lord Hou have worked hard to promote us. You are doing well now and you are not doing it. If you don't scold you, who are you scolding? Besides, you are the one who shows loyalty. The mother called Ayun, didn't she call us? It seems to make people look like we are nothing."

Jiang Wu listened with a hey smile. "Isn't it just a coincidence? Our Xiaoguo Army is responsible for escorting food and grass, so I just mentioned it casually. Who knows. Hehe"

The few people drinking today are all Fu Jinchuan's old troops, old brothers from Huben Festival, and Paozhe who have fought side by side since the Battle of Baiting in Hexi.

Only these few people are because some people are far away from the defense area, and some are still on duty and cannot leave, otherwise the tent will not be able to fit.

But among them, Qu Twelve and Jiang Wu are different from Shi Wannian. They are from the trilogy of the Duke's Mansion, so they are called Fu Maoxiu's old patriarch.

Several people were drinking when the curtain of the tent was pulled open.

Shi Wannian put down his wine bowl, just about to scold someone who looked at him, he laughed and said, "Hahaha, Your Highness King Qi, why are you here? Come, come, take a seat quickly. Let's have a drink together?"

Qi Wang Zhao Yuanzhang saw a few people drinking, but he didn't put on airs, so he sat down.

A few people here hurriedly turned him out of a seat.

"I'm bothering you guys. Since I visited the camp just now, I saw some generals having a gathering, and I'm here to join in the fun." Zhao Yuanzhang laughed after sitting down.

"It's our blessing to be able to drink at the same table with His Highness. Naturally, this wine is not as good as the fine wine in the palace, but in this wilderness, this is the only one. I have wronged Your Highness."

Zhao Yuanzhang picked up the wine bowl and drank it down. He could only feel the red-hot iron passing through his throat, and a warm current rose in his abdomen: "This is what I said, I have known the generals for a long time. Have we met since then? And Xuanjia’s 21-year conquest of Jianghuai against Wu Ni.”

In fact, Shi Wannian and others gathered here to drink alcohol, which is against the military law.

If it wasn't Zhao Yuanzhang who was patrolling the camp, but Fu Jinchuan, how many people would dare to sit and drink?Maybe this would have been hung on the gate of the barracks to be whipped and batoned.

Zhao Yuanzhang obviously also has self-knowledge. Without Fu Sanlang's power, he can only bow down and make a good relationship with these soldiers.

Use emotion to lure it.

As for Shi Wannian and others, although they were a bit cautious drinking with King Qi, the deputy marshal, it was more because of the respect that the other party showed due to their precious status.

Not too presumptuous, but there is no fear in my heart.

These people are not rootless trees without source of water, even though King Qi is a prince and prince, and he controls the whole army with a deputy marshal.But after all, there is no foundation in the army.

Therefore, it is necessary to make friends with some generals in the army.

After three rounds of drinking, King Qi took the lead to leave because he was busy with military affairs, and several people put on coir raincoats to see him out of the tent.

As soon as King Qi came out, there were guards holding umbrellas and looking at the sky.

Suddenly remembered some old things.

The Battle of Luzhou in the 21st year of Xuanjia.

It was also rainy that day.

He drank with Fu Sanlang on the boat, and a general surnamed Lei asked for a battle on a rainy day.

It seems to be Lei Bo from the Lei family in Luzhou?

Eight hundred warriors from Luzhou rushed for tens of miles to attack Wu's rebel army at night and defeated them.

Behead thousands of levels!
The weather that day seemed to be about the same as it is now.

At that moment, at this moment.

(End of this chapter)