Jingming

Chapter 134 Getting on board!Take over!Take over!

Many people looked to Wang Shouren, because this time, it might be necessary to suppress the chaos and suppress bandits. Wang Shouren has rich experience...

However, Yang Tinghe stood up: "Your Majesty, let me do this. It will take time for the Beijing camp and Guangxi elite soldiers to prepare, and I will go first, and I will still be called Supervising Grain and Detecting Murder. Hoarding for military use. If the rebels see that the situation has been stabilized by the ministers, they will show their feet if they take action again. At the same time, the Beijing camp secretly moved south along the canal. Xinsheng's army and Guangxi's elite soldiers sailed to the east in the name of exterminating pirates. With Chen Jin here, Guangxi is safe."

He quickly said: "When the autumn grain is put into storage, that is the day when the army can arrive. I will first investigate in the southeast for a period of time, and then the army will arrive because of clues, so as not to disturb innocent people. After that, Then sweep across the southeast with thunderbolts, and quickly solve the case. As for not saying a word to the scholars of the three places for ten years... don’t let the scholars in the world feel uneasy. If the scholars in the southeast have no way out, the imperial court really wants to force the southeast to rebel."

He no longer cared what the emperor thought of him, there was always a need for someone in the court who always found it difficult here and there.

Let him change, he can't change.

But he can finish this last thing and retire.

"I agree with the words of the great heavenly official. It is not appropriate for the chief assistant to go in person." Zhang Zilin, the minister of punishment, stood up with a serious face. When I was in Shanxi to participate in politics and governor of Huguang, I repeatedly assisted the victims. If there was any chaos, I could deal with the aftermath. I had served in Dali Temple in Nanjing for ten years, and I knew the situation and disadvantages of the southeast. It has been 27 years since I left the southeast. There are very few. The minister has just presided over the case of Qian Ning and Jiangbin, so there is no need to say where he is going. The ministers in the southeast know their interests, and those who are wise to protect themselves due to the situation may be the first to sue."

"Huang Jin, pass on to the Imperial Dining Room, bring the wine!"

Zhu Houcong thought for a while, and said this sentence again.

Today is not a golden cup to drink with you, but Yang Tinghe can say those words, no one will persuade him after he has settled down, Yang Tinghe can come up with another plan, and Zhang Zilin can invite Ying in an orderly manner.

When the wine was filled, Zhu Houcong said with great emotion: "The new law in Guangdong has not been completed for five years, and the intercourse has not been restored. There will be no major disturbances in the world. I know the pros and cons of it. However, since there are arrogant rats showing their prestige, then they will use their blood to dye the southeast vermilion again." Use this matter to tell the southeast officials and gentry: Daming officers and men keep their water and land safe, Daming people provide their money, food and products, and Daming boats carry them to and fro to make profits! It is Daming who made them, not what they support Daming! Even if it is just borrowed Things are going on in the southeast, so why do the rebels think that the southeast is worth using? Zhang Zilin, Cui Yuan, go to the southeast and straighten the back of the southeast!"

"Your Majesty takes orders and will live up to His Majesty's high expectations!"

Zhu Houcong drank it in one gulp and gritted his teeth: "After the incident is completed, if it is done by the officials and gentry in the southeast, I will tell the southeast: the land of Zhongling and beauty is from a hero who I admire so much, Mr. Zhongwu! Now, the southeast is full of smog. , Selfish desires are rampant! From now on, the southeast Gongsheng who will become an official, and the southeast hundreds of officials who have been in office before, will all have an extra layer of prejudice in my eyes! I will wait and see, who will rectify the name of the southeast, and have a family and a country in their hearts!"

All the ministers sighed silently: Your Majesty still prefers to think that the officials and gentry in the southeast are acting, but fortunately he changed his words and didn't say that he would not take people from the southeast.

But if it is true that there are people in the southeast fishing in troubled waters, the emperor's words are not serious.

An extra layer of prejudice means that it is much more difficult to get promoted.

The sins committed by the southeast will be suffered by the southeast, and this will also be a warning.

Wang Shouren was silent after listening.

He regretted it, and he should have stood up and volunteered without hesitation.

What His Majesty said is not only conscience, but also the future of Xinxue.

Although he knew that he would not be able to go if he volunteered.

Cui Yuan is going, and Guo Xun is going too. Is the matter of resetting the three camps stalled?
In the face of the new king who wants to change the status quo, is it not just a few provinces and a few people in the world who will be restless?
Jingying is even more important.

……

No one knows about the secret discussion in the imperial study room, except for those who have already shouldered important responsibilities.

Guo Xun's eyes flashed a gnawing light in the night, and he rode through the mountains on horseback.

Looking back, all the shadows are his soldiers.

These soldiers were very tired because they were suddenly told that they would practice night marching today.

The soldiers didn't know why they practiced marching at night, but Guo Xun knew.

When the opportunity came for his son to change his title from Wu Dingbo back to Wu Dinghou, Guo Xun was also nervous and apprehensive.

But he was also eager, eager.

I have never been on the battlefield, and I have never led troops to charge!
Although he has middle and low-level generals who have always followed Wuding Hou's family, and now he has transferred a few capable ones to the central army of Shenji Battalion, these soldiers from the original Beijing Battalion have never been on the battlefield!

"How far?" He asked the lieutenant beside him in a low voice.

"Less than eight miles."

Guo Xun looked at the soldiers who were already staggering to and fro, with mouthpieces and horses bound hooves, as well as the hesitation and noise that came out from time to time.

There was a look of ruthlessness in his eyes: "Henan, Shandong, somewhere near the canal, there are bandits that we can train soldiers."

The deputy general was stunned, and replied in a low voice: "Master Hou, you have only practiced for more than a month, how can you win a battle? Besides, we are practicing night walks, so don't take the lead in talking!"

Guo Xun's expression froze, he picked up the reins and continued to walk silently.

Fuck it, hurry up!

But His Majesty is right, without blood, one will never be able to become an elite soldier.

Before going to the south of the Yangtze River, we must find a group of bandits to train soldiers!

Even if it is very weak!

In the middle of the night, the shadows of sails are densely covered on the sea a few miles south of Tuen Mun Island.

Wang Hung stood on the bow of the boat and kept looking ahead.

Looking up at the sky again, he asked again: "Is the course correct?"

"Don't worry, my lord! The south wind is blowing tonight, the starry sky is clear, and the course is absolutely correct!"

"Turn on the lights again, and wait and see if there are any reports of falling behind!" Wang Hong ordered again, "Let the fire boat be ready. After jumping off the boat and digging the boat, the imitated centipede boat will be close to rescue people at all times! Wait for the sentry boat to report, and disperse immediately." Let the fleet go straight to Tuen Mun Island!"

This revenge battle is tonight.

After the big defeat more than two months ago, Haiphong Road just shrank its defense near the shore.Information about preparations for the war, the Franji people on Tuen Mun Island... oh no, the Portuguese must know about it.

So instead, he had to attack again hastily.

Although the guns are still incomparable, but this is the doorstep!Familiar with the way!
The old way, attack with fire.

Touch the night road and take advantage of the south wind!
"Yang San, Dai Ming, let the people you teach check the new big guns and projectiles again!"

"Yes!"

The two attached artisans on his boat immediately walked to the sides of the ship, one left and one right, and shouted to the other two [-]-material ships not far away.

Still far enough away, not afraid of being heard by the enemy.

The twelve Fran cannons imitated hastily by many Foshan artisans were only equipped with three main ships.

Ammunition has also been slightly improved, not too much.

Although His Majesty's Longevity Festival has passed, Master Futai did not insist on his previous will to force a quick battle.

Everyone knows that we can't wait any longer.

From Tuen Mun Island to Malaga, at the speed of Portuguese warships, one round trip, there may be reinforcements of Karak-class warships or Calais galleys known as centipede ships arriving as early as the end of September.

At this time, there was no additional troops on Tuen Mun Island.

"My lord, there is a boat coming!" The person watching from the high place immediately shouted down.

At the same time, the shadow in front was changing direction, and then five birdsongs were faintly heard.

Wang Hung's eyes were fixed: "There are still five miles! Spread out, fill the sails, and move forward at full speed!"

With the lights on, nearly a hundred ships, large and small, quickly filled this small piece of sea.

Five thousand soldiers were scattered on each ship, and Zhao Jun stood on another ship with a solemn expression.

This battle can only be won, not lost!
Zhang Fujing privately told him and Wang Hung: If this battle is lost, not only will Guangdong's new law be difficult to carry out, but your Majesty's country may also be full of wars.

He didn't know what news came from Beijing, but Zhu Qi came to Guangzhou from Wuzhou again.

Guangdong Haiphong Road is still increasing troops.

"My lord, I saw it! I saw the Portuguese village!"

Wang Hung drew out his knife: "Raise the fire, charge forward!"

In front of the big ship, more than [-] small boats loaded with ointment and fodder were set alight on the bows, and the soldiers on them were roasted by the flames, and finally controlled the fast boat for a ride.

In the back line, followed by a small imitation centipede boat ready to slide the oars at any time to meet the group of firing soldiers.

The centipede ship imitated now has no way to mount a cannon, so it can only take its swiftness and carry soldiers who ignite the fire and pierce the ship.

The sea to the south of Tuen Mun Island was suddenly burned red.

Seeing the flames in the Portuguese camp on Tuen Mun Island flickering and running around, Wang Hung hissed and shouted: "Avenge my comrades and take back my territory! Go straight to the enemy ship, and after the bombardment, take over the board! side!"

The enemy ship that failed to board last time must be killed this time.

"On board! On board! On board!"

On the coast of the South China Sea of ​​Ming Dynasty, the sound of killing shook the sky, roaring northward!

The fire boat is the fastest.The man who operated the boat was scorched until his lips were dry and sweaty, but he still tried his best to steer the sails in the same direction and approach the enemy ship.

Sensing the attack, the Portuguese's reaction was not too slow. They were all desperadoes who traveled across the ocean, and they had more experience in looting and fighting than the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The Portuguese galley of Calais was the first to start, still hoisting its sails.Slightly across the back of the ship, the guns erected on both sides began to bombard.

Although it was nighttime, the distance measurement and aiming were much worse, but since their ships were moored closer at the pier, the Ming warships naturally became denser as they approached and surrounded them.

Some of Daming's warships were shot, some screamed, and some fell into the water.

The sound of bullets flying past Zhao Jun's ears. The ship he was driving had four new cannons with a slightly longer range.

"Closer, slow down!" He wants to say more now, even though he has few words, "Slow down to make a turn! Skip 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 Get the gangway to help seize the ship, do you understand?"

It is hopeless to fight firepower against the bombardment.

Burn the boat!Chisel the boat!Take the ship!Daming's battle can only be fought by fate!

Fortunately, the five thousand generals now dare to fight.

Part of it is the head of the people killed by the sword given by the emperor in Guangdong and Guangxi, and part of it is the pension and honor received by the casualties of the previous World War I.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the first fireship finally hit a Carrack-class Portuguese warship.The mast was broken by the curved hull, and the sails were quickly burned when they fell down, but it took time for the Portuguese hull to ignite.

"Diving! Diving and chiseling the boat! Come around the boats, don't let them move!"

"Whoosh!" From the deck of the Karak-class battleship, some Portuguese also gave up their muskets and took bows and arrows, and began to look down and shoot more quickly.

In their field of vision, the battleship was surrounded by small boats gathering desperately from all directions.

"Rockets! Quickly fire rockets!" After entering the range, the commanders of some medium-sized warships of the Ming Dynasty began to direct the archers to throw rockets at the sails, masts and decks of the Portuguese warships.

The strategy in the first stage is to block all the ships they are mooring in the harbor here, whether it is burning sails or cutting ships, or using much weaker sentry ships to harass and delay.

The war has entered the most intense stage. The accuracy and range of the Portuguese muskets and artillery are much better. Frequently, small and medium ships of the Ming Dynasty were injured and even began to sink.

"boom!"

Wang Hong's ship was in the center, and he directly rammed into a Portuguese centipede warship.

It doesn't matter if it gets hurt or crashed.Consumption, Daming is not afraid!
And the four guns on his ship fired another round, this time at a very short distance, and a shell happened to directly hit a mast of the Carrack-class battleship not far away, and the sail on it capsized immediately. .

The force on the sails on the big ship changed, and it deflected a bit as it just started to move. The soldier who was digging the belly of the ship under the water was suddenly hit on the chest, and a mouthful of blood spat out and stained his surroundings.In the sea water lit up by the fire, he was pressed by the bottom of the boat and spilled a bloody streak.

"Turn the rudder! Get closer!" Wang Hong pointed straight at the huge ship, "It's about to fail! Try to hurt it a little more!"

The sails on the flagship tried their best to deflect the direction, and there was almost no room for wandering and maneuvering near the shore.Medium and large warships with sufficient artillery heights are all bombarded at a point on the outer periphery first, to contain enemy ships that may start to sail out of the harbor.

If they were activated, their speed advantage and firepower advantage would be restored.

"Shout! Except for the side division and the centipede ship that are supporting the encirclement, all 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 bit, and two places on the belly of the ship had already burned.

"It's a dead ship!" He drew out his knife, "Kill it!"

The firecracker is indeed quite powerful, but it is already close to hand-to-hand combat, and it is faster to kill with a knife.

The narrow road has met, and only the brave will win.

"Kill!"

"What the heck!"

"Fourth! A red-haired ghost raised on dog food! Ah!!!"

"boom!"

The Portuguese camp on Tuen Mun Island was also constantly bombarded with shells, but it could not change the direction of the battle.

At the risk of losing direction and getting lost at night, the Daming Navy made a detour from the southeast of Dongguan to the south of Tuen Mun Island.

Riding this southerly wind, they finally blocked the Portuguese ships in the harbor by numbers, braving the bombardment of coastal defense cannons and guns and guns on battleships to fight hand-to-hand.

In the distant city of Guangzhou, Zhang Fujing had already sat in the governor's yamen all night, and the sky was getting darker.

He is not on the sea outside Tuen Mun Island, but he knows that he is also on the cusp.

The dangers he has undertaken and the impact involved are even far greater than the lives of the officers and soldiers.

And their success or failure determines what Zhang Fujing can do next.

How is the situation?
On the canal at this time, Zhang Zilin had just woken up.

"Sail, set sail!"

Starting today, we will enter the territory of Nanzhili.

He was recommended by Yang Tinghe to be promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Punishment. He belonged to the so-called conservative faction in the imperial study room.

And Yang Tinghe needs to prove that he is really dedicated to assist Mingjun now, and it is impossible for His Majesty to let someone with his prestige come to the southeast.

The most suitable candidate is Zhang Zilin.

Come to the southeast and become the enemy of the southeast officials and gentry, making the emperor believe that the center has no one to support it.

Also let His Majesty clear up his doubts about implicating Liang Chu, Wang Qiong and others when he was presiding over Qian Ning and Jiang Bin.

It may also be that Zhang Zilin can go one step further.

He is the first governor of Zhejiang Province. Starting today, he will also face the crisis in the southeast.

(End of this chapter)