open sea

Chapter 264
Yanghewei, at the mouth of the Great Wall.

Passing through the dangerous road of Xiongshan Mountain, where the tents are stretched to the sky, Ma Fang said that the [-] soldiers and horses belonging to Alda were stationed outside the Great Wall, and it has been three months since Hannaji went south.

Ma Fang's armor has been rusted by the sweat of the moon, her clothes are stained with inexplicable stains, her beard and hair are all messed up, her cheeks are chapped, her eyes are sharp and extraordinary, and she presses the saber of the nobles outside the Great Wall that is different from the Ming War sword system on her waist, looking at it. Looking at the soldiers and horses outside the Great Wall, Chen Mu had an unexplainable feeling in his expression.

Chen Mu didn't know whether it was vigilant and serious, or pretending to be relaxed, or just the normal expression of this veteran of the town.

"The holy lion outside the Great Wall panicked. He feared China day and night to kill his grandson."

Ma Fang did not rely on the old to sell the old. Although Chen Mu was young and outrageous, but Ma Fang was not right about the matter. He raised his finger and pointed to the distance and said: "If Han Naji has not returned, I will not raise troops, even if Chen Mu has a hundred thousand soldiers; now you Come, I understand him, put Han Naji back, exchange Zhao Quan and others, he still won't raise troops."

If someone else said this, Chen Mu would not believe it, but this word came from Ma Fang's mouth, and Chen Mu believed [-]% of it.

The person who knew Alta best in the Ming Dynasty was Ma Fang, because he lived beside Alta for 12 years. He is well versed in the fighting methods and internal weaknesses of the Mongolian tribes.

In other words, the white-haired general in front of him has spent his whole life between serving and fighting against me.

"It's hard to imagine, huh? The Holy Lion outside the Great Wall would be terrified for his grandson, but he really will. He has a very good face. When you see him after leaving the Great Wall, he will brag about his martial arts to you. Don't worry, just say what you have. Don't exaggerate." Don’t be shy either, he is like a lion or tiger, the more you are afraid, the more ferocious he is.” Ma Fang’s voice was rough, maybe there was something wrong with his nose, and there was a growling sound between his breaths, “This is not a switch to surrender, it’s a war to promote and."

"In recent years, Mongolia is not as strong as before. In the confrontation, the number of casualties between the enemy and the enemy tends to be equal. No one has taken advantage of it. They will not want to continue fighting. Moreover, Wang Junmen should have told you."

There was a complex expression in Ma Fang's smile, and she slowly shook her head and said, "He doesn't know what Zhao Quan, who believes in white lotus, means to him. beginning."

Chen Mu didn't understand Zhao Quan. Zhao Quan was just a leader of a cult. To me, how important was it to Mongolia?
But he feels the same way with Ma Fang's complex smile. Mongolia is to Ma Fang, and in some places it is like Daming to Chen Mu. They all have deep feelings for this country, but they are also witnessing its process of turning from prosperity to decline. , if Ma Fang said: Mongolia will eventually decline.

Chen Mu would also say: Daming will eventually decline.

All he did was try his best to save as many people as possible and to save his breath.But to save Da Ming, what he did was not enough, no one can save Da Ming, maybe Zhang Juzheng can continue his life, but when he is not around, all of this will also be wiped out.

Chen Mu thought about this problem. Fortunately, he was born in the Jiajing and Longqing dynasties, not the Chongzhen era. If he had been born in the Chongzhen dynasty, he would have gone to sea by this time.

It is difficult to give up one's life in order to save the nation, but it is not the most difficult thing to accept.

After fighting to save the country, he was passed on to the Nine Frontiers, the soldiers were pushed to the battlefield by the emperor's order, and the people were divided by the execution, which one would he choose?He must choose to build a ship and go to sea. Saving a person is a person.

Working for Emperor Chongzhen to keep his head?
That's impossible, so Da Ming is now in a dead end, where is the death?

It's not that leaving tens of thousands of strong soldiers will eventually grow old; it's not that leaving thousands of cannons, thousands of warships, or hundreds of thousands of taels of silver can be solved.

No matter how much wealth Emperor Longqing left behind, Lord Wanli would be defeated in the same way. The emperor of January, who set things right, would die if he wanted to. Tian used a wooden spoon to play with Xiong Tingbi, Eunuch Wei, and Hakka to intensify conflicts with civil officials.

In the end, it was the turn of Emperor Chongzhen, who was like a wild dog and moved like a vegetable chicken, to clean up. He counted that there was only a pile of death cards left in his hand, and he played them slowly. Who can stop him?

He empathizes with Ma Fang's thoughts so much!
But Zhao Quan, what is that?
Chen Mu didn't say anything, but his disapproving expression had conveyed this meaning to Ma Fang very clearly.

"General Chen, what does Ban Sheng mean?"

When Ma Fang mentioned this word, there was a sense of admiration in his eyes, and he said: "The rise of the wooden board is the place where the people outside the Great Wall settled. Settling outside the Great Wall, building houses, building a majestic city?"

"It was done by Zhao Quan. He persuaded me to accept the people from Beiben, build a large city in the Tumote tribe, create nine levels of Changchao Hall, respect me as the emperor, and imitate Chinese etiquette." Ma Fang is like a man. He raised his eyebrows like a young man, "It was the 44th year of Jiajing, when the sky was furious, the hunting wind broke the girder, and the Changchao Palace collapsed, killing Song Gen'er and other eight master planners who built the city."

"I don't dare to live here. Although the construction of Dabansheng City has stopped, the Han people settled outside the Great Wall. General Chen knows what this means? Offensive and defensive situations are easy. When I was in Mongolia, the Saishang tribe couldn't even make an iron pot. Now they can wear sabers and armor, which is no worse than ours. They grow wheat and melons because of Zhao Quan. Because the city walls are made of blue bricks, in Mongolian, that city is called Qingcheng, and it should be pronounced that way.”

Ma Fang took a deep breath, and turned her gaze from the shocked Chen Mu to Outside the Great Wall, "That is someone who should not be underestimated, you have to fully participate in this matter, let me agree to exchange, and bring Zhao Quan and others back."

"The old man's cavalry is below, and there is Bao Chongde from Baihu. He is very knowledgeable. With him to help you, everything will be safe."

He thought Chen Mu was shocked by Zhao Quan's actions, but he wasn't.

Chen Mu's face recovered from the shock, with a strange smile on his lips, he nodded inexplicably, "I will bring him back."

The blue city that Ma Fang just mentioned is Hohhot.

The pronunciation is different, but Chen Mu can be sure that this is what he said.

Interesting.

Under the city gate, a team of more than a hundred cavalry from Ma Fang reined in their horses and were armored. The men and horses breathed out Bai Lian. Chen Mu wrapped his fur robe tightly and turned on his horse. Stop drinking.

"Send it here, open the city gate."

The sky is cold and the ground is freezing, and the water stains beside the city gate have condensed into dirty ice, which is dark yellow in color, like the color of the eyeball of a person who died not long ago.

Chen Mule walked lightly on the horse, humming the meaningless tune of Cantonese nervously, turned his eyes to the governor Wang Chonggu, the governor Fang Fengshi, the general soldier of Datong Ma Fang and others who were walking to see him off The people from the crowd raised their whips and pointed at Bao Chongde, saying: "He will guide me, the cavalry is fine."

"There are hundreds of thousands of soldiers, even if you ride alone, it is better to put down the wine and drink when you come back."

　Long live the great motherland!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)