After all, no matter how much Marquis Taining still has the title of bodyguard, there is no punishment for just dragging him out. If it were him, he might have to get a beating from the imperial cane.

And to say the least, it is impossible that Duke Cheng Zhu Yong, as the commander-in-chief, suffered such a disastrous defeat at the expense of his troops and generals, had no responsibility at all. It was simply because the timing of the punishment was wrong.

Seeing that no one in the tent spoke anymore, Zhu Qizhen sat down with a gloomy face, and then asked Wang Zhen beside him: "Sir, how do you think the army should march next?"

Zhu Qizhen, who had placed high hopes on Zhu Yong, the Duke of Chengguo, was disappointed. Now he no longer dared to trust any civil and military ministers except Wang Zhen, the eunuch who was both his teacher and his father.

Even if it was a matter of military and national importance that determined life or death, he chose to discuss it with Wang Zhen.

"Long live my lord, now that Duke Cheng has suffered a great defeat, the cavalry troops have suffered heavy losses and are easily followed by the Mongols."

"My slave dares to suggest not to march rashly, but to choose a place to camp and stabilize the situation before making a decision."

Wang Zhen's words simply expressed Zhu Qizhen's thoughts.

He was so furious that he wanted to hold Cheng Guogong Zhu Yong accountable. In addition to being angry and embarrassed, it was more of a fierce and internal anger caused by inner fear.

Zhu Qizhen was afraid of another disastrous defeat. He was afraid of Wa Ci's Mongolian cavalry, and even lost the courage to fight the enemy in a bloody battle!

He can only use an angry exterior to cover up his timid interior.

"Sir, you are old enough to think of a country, so where should you choose the most suitable place to camp?"

"Now that the weather is hot in early summer, soldiers need to wear armor at all times, and they also need to ensure the supply of water. I think the Sanggan River is the most suitable place."

By the Sanggan River?

After hearing the advice given by Wang Zhen, Zhu Qizhen shook his head and said: "The open space beside the river is unobstructed. If the Mongolian cavalry attacks in large numbers, can the soldiers and horses of the personal conquest army withstand the Tartar offensive?"

"There is also our Daming Fortress near the Sanggan River. It is not easy for the Waqi cavalry to pass through unimpeded. It has been several months since the Tartars went on the expedition, and they must not have much cattle and sheep rations left."

"As long as we can hold on and wait for the troops from Zhongdu, Shandong, Henan, Daning and other cities to rush to help, even the rebels will attack the owl beast first!"

In the Ming Dynasty, in addition to the fixed troops and horses in the Beijing camp, there were also troops and horses from other places that came to the capital for rotation training. This kind of foreign troops who came regularly were called "ban troops."

At the peak of the dynasty, various drawbacks may begin to appear, but the foundation and national power cannot be consumed instantly. In a sense, Zhu Qizhen still has a lot of capital to squander.

"Okay, then I'll follow what Mr. said."

There is no better choice for camping in Zhuqi Town, and Wang Zhen's suggestion is indeed a feasible way.

But at this moment, Prince Consort Jing Yuan quickly walked into the tent, knelt down towards Zhu Qizhen and said: "Your Majesty, the Xuanfu has urgently reported that Yang Jun, the son of the chief military officer Yang Hong, is facing the Tartar soldiers.

He fled in the face of the wind and abandoned Dushi, Yongning and other eleven border fortresses."
Chapter completed!