Jingtai Fengyun: The First Absurd Emperor of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 829: Lure the decisive battle and sell the flaw. The Ming army on the northern front takes the initiative.

Zhu Qiyu also followed the emperor's art of Emperor Wen of Han Dynasty: kill all those who deserve to be killed in the front, and then you can be a good person in the future.

Of course, I still didn't learn thoroughly enough, and in the end I didn't go to the point of killing my brother or nephew.

I am always too soft-hearted and soft-hearted, and I don’t want to be stained with the blood of my brothers, nephews, and brothers.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qiyu sighed: "It takes someone like Li Shimin to become an eternal emperor. After all, I am still far behind."

Lin Xiangyu teased: "You man who talks nonsense, you definitely don't think so in your heart. You are actually very proud that you are a little more noble than Emperor Wen of Han Dynasty and Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty."

Seeing that his little idea was exposed, Zhu Qiyu smiled: "You don't want to kill your brother and your nephew? No one will remember this after thousands of years. Besides, Li Bai has a poem that goes: 'In ancient times, the sages were all lonely, only the drinkers left their names.'

Although I can't make a name for myself by drinking, and I can't write poetry, I can write books. "

"Oh? My husband actually knows how to write books? Do you want to write books to establish your teachings and convey your teachings through writings?"

Zhu Qiyu replied confidently: "I can write novels, and wait until I write a novel for you that will be popular in the Ming Dynasty."

Lin Xiangyu asked curiously: "Have you thought about the title and content of the book?"

After more than half an hour, the rain outside gradually stopped, but the little sisters Qianxue and Su Xi were already crying and carrying the rain.

Zhu Qiyu asked: "I want to write a love book based on our one husband and five daughters. How about calling it "The Record of the Goddess of the Northern Qi Dynasty"?"

Lin Xiangyu smiled and said: "Li Shangyin has a poem that goes: Xiao Lian's jade body lay across the night, and she has reported to the Zhou army that she has entered Jinyang. Feng Xiao Lian, the beloved concubine of the Northern Qi Dynasty, got a quatrain, which can be regarded as a name that will last forever and be worthy of this life."

It would be better to get rid of these scourges for our descendants once and for all.

There are even rumors in unofficial history that Song Zhiwen brutally killed his nephew Liu Xiyi in order to take possession of one of his poems.

"There's no important military report today, right?"

This time was chosen well. If it were delayed any longer, once winter came, the weather would be freezing, and the grassland would no longer be as muddy as it is now, the Mongolian army would be able to run much faster.

Qianxue said with a smile: "In that case, the husband will give the slave a hot inside first, and then read the memorial."

Zhu Qiyu was surprised to find that according to two reports from Tao Jin and Fan Guang, the Ming army on the northern front was preparing to launch a general offensive at the end of the month.

Zhu Qiyu thought again of his favorite ancient master, who had written so many masterpieces, but he only came up with a sentence: "People are in the world, and they can't help themselves."

"No."

Zhu Qiyu hugged his favorite twin sister, but he felt very distressed: "It must be raining heavily outside. In such weather, I have to let my woman run around outside. I am really ashamed of myself as a husband."

There are quatrains in the poem: The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

This piece of unofficial history is widely circulated, and the authenticity is unknown, but it shows that a quatrain is rare.

A few people were chatting randomly when Qianxue and Suxi ran in anxiously.

As soon as the two girls came in, they put down the memorial, took off their coats, and got into Zhu Qiyu's arms.

When Zhu Qiyu heard this, he put Qianxue down, pressed him under him, and got close to her as much as he wanted.

Zhu Qiyu leaned on the backrest contentedly, held the two little girls in his arms, and began to process the memorial.

The first thing is to read the military newspaper.

Zhu Qiyu was immediately stopped by the question. He wanted to have a quatrain or an idiom.

At that time, as long as Hara Kuchu was willing to be ruthless and run desperately to the Western Regions, he would truly be able to keep the green hills and not worry about running out of firewood.

These nomadic tribes are really inexhaustible wildfires, and they are reborn again when the spring breeze blows.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the Mongols were treated to such a death state that the Junggar Khanate came out to fight against the Qing Dynasty.

Zhu Qiyu shook his head and continued to read the military report carefully. After carefully confirming that Tao Jin and Fan Guang had no idea of ​​dividing their troops into multiple routes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the troops are not divided, there will be a fight.

Zhu Qiyu was not afraid of anything else but the division of troops. He was really afraid that the words "division of troops" would appear in military reports.

As for the Baili Company Camp, that will definitely not happen. The vast grassland is not suitable for a hundred-mile company camp.

Lin Xiangyu laughed at the side and said: "The Nu family really admires the Mongolians' perseverance. This battle lasted for more than half a year, and they persisted for so long.

They wanted food but there was no food, they wanted iron ore but there was no iron ore, they were short of tea and salt, not to mention firearms.

If I were the father and son of Agabarji and Harakuchu, I wouldn't have the heart to resist at all, and I would just surrender to my husband obediently. "

Zhu Qiyu nodded: "That's true. If they are placed in the first position, they may not be able to become heroes for a lifetime.

This is how times make heroes. Father and son Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Qizhen, together with Sanyang, Ai Wala Ai worked hard to build Wala into a giant step by step.

If Agarbarji and his son were in that position, they would still manage their power into a behemoth.

Unfortunately, they were unlucky enough to run into me.

I want to step on them to achieve enlightenment and become a saint. "

"What if they surrender?"

Zhu Qiyu scratched his head: "No, I didn't think the father and son would surrender, nor did I think they would surrender.

Besides, even if they really surrender, Totuo Buhua and Ala's old men will not let them go.

It seemed to me that they were doomed. "

Qianxue added: "Our 10,000 Yingzhou guards have already set off, and the battle of Dongsheng will officially begin."

Zhu Qiyu nodded, and his 10,000 personal guards had been prepared for a long time. With the order, they could set off immediately and rush to the Shanxi front line.

This time, all the elite soldiers who could be sent were sent out.

Zhu Qiyu took out the military report sent by He Yi and Xu Yongning, read it carefully, and then nodded repeatedly: "It is also the end of the month, Datong's 20,000 Tiance Guards, 15,000 Baoding Guards, plus the newly arrived 10,000 Yingzhou Guards transported grain and grass supplies to Dongsheng City.

This is Agabarji's last chance, and he will definitely send out his main force to intercept.

The decisive battle between the two armies will begin between Dongsheng and Datong.

As for the specific location, don’t end up in Baideng, otherwise history will reincarnate. "

Zhu Qiyu also didn't expect that he couldn't help but talk about everything, and it was very likely that his words would come true.

……

September 23, Hulunbuir Prairie.

Although the rain has stopped, the water in the mountains still gathers towards Hulun Lake and then flows into the Wuersun River.

The Mongolian and Jurchen coalition forces of Bulai and Chang'annu have been blocked east of the Wuersun River for these days and have been doing nothing.

As a result, the Jurchen army retreated into the Xing'an Mountains.

The Jurchens are a fishing and hunting tribe. They can still find some food in the mountains, but they can only eat grass on the grasslands.

It's just that the rain is heavier in the mountains, and the Jurchen Department is also suffering terribly. They are no longer in the mood to attack the Ming army from east to west according to the original plan.

(End of this chapter)