"Get out quickly." Mao Youjun said angrily: "Don't mess with me here."

"Even if you don't say it, we may not be blind?" The bald man grinned and mocked: "As soon as your army arrives, I won't see it myself?"

"I will send troops to surround you at that time." Mao Youjun said gloomyly: "Who knows what you are going to do."

The Hutchison kept his troops in motion, and the people who called Dongjiang were indeed quite dissatisfied.

In terms of strength, the ordinary soldiers in Dongjiang did not know, but Mao Youjun knew it very clearly.

Although Hutchison only has 5,000 soldiers, if these thousands of people are really fighting, they will definitely not be able to stop them without a considerable number of Donglu armor.

If the luggage troops cooperate with Dongjiang's cavalry team, they can defeat more than 10,000 Jurchen elites.

If the army of the Eastern Barbarians goes to western Liaoning and Hutchison is willing to send troops, Liaoyang and Shenyang will have the chance to get it back.

However, when they are relocated, Dongjiang is strong and the Shang regiment army is weak and there is insufficient manpower. If you really take such a large territory, Mao Wenlong and Dongjiang Town will definitely be the leader. The great achievements and reputation are all in the hands of Dongjiang, and the territory will definitely be mostly in the hands of Dongjiang. After the battle, the Shang regiment army will definitely suffer losses. For Dongjiang Town, the least fear is manpower consumption. If you consume some of Hutchison's strength and then Dongjiang expands the territory, Hutchison will be restricted and even lose the opportunity to train troops.

If you think about it from these perspectives alone, it is not surprising that you can't remember to send troops, but Dongjiang Shangxia must feel even more uncomfortable.

"If you don't send troops, you won't even get some leftovers." Mao Youjun added angrily: "Don't complain about anything then."

"We will definitely not send troops." Bald man replied quite clearly, and he said: "The Eastern Barbarians will not send troops to western Liaoning without preparation. They will definitely leave enough troops to guard the troops. You may not be able to get the best if you send troops rashly. And..."

"Forget it." The bald man waved his hand and said, "I wish Mao Shuai and you all the best."

"That's certain." Mao Youjun didn't want to know what the bald man hadn't finished saying. Anyway, it wouldn't be a good thing. He immediately put his waist on his waist with great momentum and said: "Our army dispatched more than 100,000 people, and there were troops from Liaonan to Kuandian. Only Jianlu could keep a few people. I will win in this battle. I will also tell you that if our army wins and gets a lot of territory, I can't take advantage of the situation. Without giving, there will be no reward."

The last sentence was learned by Mao Youjun from the people who were watching Hutchison. When he thought of using it to those guys who were above the top, Mao Youjun opened his mouth and smiled happily.

"Hehe, wait and see." The bald man rarely fought back, but turned his horse's head and turned back to the way he came. After trampling back and forth, the snow along the way was trampled into messy horse's hooves, which was quite conspicuous.

"Hmph, is this guy turning aside?" Mao Youjun was not able to get the ridiculous answer he imagined. Instead, he was a little uncomfortable. He grabbed the messy beard on his chin and put it aside without thinking too much.

As a vanguard general, what he had to consider was to do his job well, look at the enemy situation, determine the location and distance of the Jurchen outpost, of course, the number of people, and tentative attacks to see if the Jurchens' resistance was fierce. Then before the army arrived, he would lead his troops to set out from Kuandian to the old road of Dong'e's army, sweep forward all the way to Niumaozhai and other places, and send more post cavalry to determine the safety range to avoid falling into traps and surrounds.

More grand strategies are not within the scope of consideration of the forward generals. Even if Mao Wenlong is dead now, Chen Jisheng and others will pick one of them as generals, and Mao Youjun is not the turn.

More cavalry began to surge down from above the valley to the bottom. The cavalry of the brigade was walking majestic on the valley roads and the mountains. There were snow-covered pine forests and snow-white valleys everywhere. The Ming army's red military jackets and cloaks and red flags were quite conspicuous. The team of more than a thousand people was stretched out very long, like a red python walking among the mountains, in full swing, bright and dazzling.

Bald head, Zhao Lide and others stood above another valley, watching the elite team of more than 1,000 people disappear in front of them. Only the troops with the broken rear spread out and walked slowly behind them.

"A little envious." The bald man said, "I really want to do it together."

"You know that there is no result," Zhao Lide said: "We just said that if we bring several thousand elite cavalry to attack, we might be able to take down Hetu Ala and threaten Chenyang. A hundred thousand army, up to 20,000 soldiers, and it takes a month to assemble, and tens of thousands of auxiliary soldiers to follow. The food consumed too much along the way. When we arrived at the Jurchens, we had to collect grain. We had no energy to fight. We were tired and half dead just by walking. The test for the generals was also great. I think Mao Wenlong might not have the ability to adjust the army well..."

Before opening the town of Dongjiang, Mao Wenlong was just a guerrilla general and was promoted on the battlefield. During the Battle of Sarhu, Mao Wenlong was just a military fort guard, and only had dozens of private people under his command.

When he brought 200 people to the enemy's back, Mao Wenlong was just an ordinary general and one of the many chess pieces in the imperial court's development of the enemy's back. However, Mao Wenlong was the best luck. Chen Liang Ce contacted another general in Zhenjiang, and the one who eventually occupied Zhenjiang was Mao Wenlong. The regaining Zhenjiang made Mao famous. But to be fair, until the opening of Dongjiang Town, Mao Wenlong had not commanded a war of 10,000 people, let alone winning.

Bald head and Zhao Lide, including Wen Zhongfa, are not optimistic about the strength of the war soldiers in Dongjiang Town. The Dongjiang war soldiers of 20,000 to 30,000 should not be the opponent of the Jurchens with more than 10,000 people. If the opponent concentrates his troops and wears armor, this battle may not be very easy to fight.

As for the auxiliary soldiers who hold sticks, it is better not to count the number of troops.

"Let's watch the fun." Seeing a gust of north wind blowing, the red flags rolling in the wind and snow in the sky, the cavalry slowly and firmly heading forward, the bald man was depressed.

"Sooner or later, there will be the day when we march towards Hetuala." Zhao Lide's eyes showed a rare excitement, and only then could he see the true emotions of this intelligence officer.

In any case, when the Jurchens, Mongols, and these aliens were raging on the land of the Ming Dynasty, officials from the Jinyiwei family, such as Zhao Lide, were still conscientious and could not be completely resentful.

But he hid this emotion very well, and he never said righteous words in normal times, which made people think that he was an intelligence official from a spy family who came to Hutchison to take refuge and seek wealth. He made people afraid and feel close, because Zhao Lide was very kind to everyone and did not have the gloomy and restrained personality of military personnel.

Until now, the bald man can see the deep emotions hidden in this partner's heart. This emotion is like a volcano that has not erupted, and will burst out when the opportunity comes. At this time, a few dazzling Mars can be spewed out.

The bald man said nothing, but just patted Zhao Lide on the shoulder hard, and everything was silent.

...

When the New Year bell rang, the chicken men in the palace began to shout loudly as usual.

This is a tradition, although it doesn't make much sense anymore.

The emperor woke up before dawn. Emperor Tianqi had a good routine and always went to bed around nine o'clock in the evening and woke up before five o'clock in the morning.

This was the habit that the royal family had maintained for many years. Even though Emperor Wanli had never summoned ministers several times during his 40-year imperial career, let alone put on a full guard to carry them into the large-scale morning court, the habit of getting up early was still maintained.

Amid the long sound of the time, Emperor Tianqi opened his eyes and looked at the big self-sounding bell in the corner of the wall.

The clock refers to the position between one minute and six o'clock.

In winter, it is still pitch black outside at this time. If it is summer, it should be full of light.

Several eunuchs sat cross-legged in a corner of the East Warehouse holding a copper whisk. They were also awake. They did not dare to move without confirming whether the emperor was awake or not.

Those who can stay at night in the East Warehouse Pavilion of Qianqing Palace are the eunuchs that the emperor trusts the most. They are also the last line of defense when the emperor meets foreign ministers. They are all tall and strong, holding copper whisks. Once there is a policeman, they can be used as weapons, not pure decoration.

When Emperor Tianqi coughed slightly, the entire Donghunting Pavilion suddenly came alive.

The eunuchs were not responsible for serving the emperor. They just temporarily retreated after greeting him.

A team of people walked in with toiletries, helped the emperor wash his teeth and face, put on a dragon robe in a regular dress, combed his long hair, and wore a Yuan-green winged crown. The crown was simple and unpretentious, black in color, and only the huge Dongzhu Township in the center was prominent as the supreme identity of the owner.

During this process, Emperor Tianqi was coughing and panting. He was only in his early twenties, but he had always lacked movement. When Emperor Guangzong was a crown prince when he was young, he was not favored by Emperor Shenzong and faced many storms of destruction and establishment. The people in the palace were not like the outer courts. The civil officials of the outer court supported Emperor Guangzong with loyalty and righteousness, while the inner court only determined to act based on Emperor Shenzong's likes and dislikes.

Of course, there is also the preferences of the Imperial Concubine Zheng.

The Emperor Shenzong and the Imperial Concubine did not like the crown prince, which led to the extremely insufficient cost in the crown prince. Although it was not as hungry, Zhu Youxiao and Zhu Youjian had been malnourished for a long time. The portrait of Emperor Tianqi was like a thin and pale young man, which was completely inconsistent with his status.

Since the beginning of winter last year, the emperor had a problem of coughing and asthma. The Imperial Hospital had no choice but to prescribe decoctions to relieve it. After taking a few doses of Tianqi, he felt that the medicine was bitter and useless. Later, he changed it to a pill. He took a pill when he was severe, which could relieve it slightly.

There was a copper brazier growing in the room, and the charcoal fire was used with spices. In fact, the air was even worse. During the process of dressing, the emperor kept coughing and panting. Later, the robe was almost done, so Tianqi quickly waved his hand and asked someone to take out the copper brazier.
Chapter completed!