General He, the two supervisors, and Chief Jiang, who stayed behind to patrol the three cities, came to the Bi Chun camp. Bi Chun was a reserve soldier and was only temporarily under his jurisdiction, so he had never been as obedient as the other generals.
Last night, there was another grain shortage in Bi Chun's camp. This General He only cared about his own direct line of people having food and drink, but he did not care about him. If it was not for Yang Yicheng generously distributing grain, his soldiers would still be hungry. Therefore, he felt a little resentful and his expression was cold when he saw General He.
General He didn't mind. He inspected the camp's defense and was about to go to Sun Dazhong's camp when the scouts had already caught up to Bi Chun's camp. General He had just left Bi Chun's tent and received an urgent military report. He returned and opened the document under the light.
The military letter was sent by the General's Office. Seeing that the army was in a hurry, General He passed the letter to the generals and paced back and forth in the tent. His face was gloomy and full of regret.
It turned out that this time, Bayan Mengke, the little prince of the Tartars, had gathered 20,000 soldiers from various tribes to riot more than ten relay stations along the border. He wanted to plunder materials to make up for the losses caused by the heavy snow and winter, and successfully survive this winter. In terms of strategy, they did not intend to fight for a long time. In fact, since Ming Chengzu attacked Tartar and Wala five times, the foreign tribes outside the Great Wall had not recovered their strength. If they really wanted to attack the city and plunder the stronghold, they did not have the strength at present.
After the signal was sent by the beacon fire, several armies of Great Ming came out together. Huailai's army was the last to arrive due to the heavy snow blocking the road. As for the other two armies, before the Tatars could take down Zhuolu, the Stone Horse Battalion had already arrived. The enemy had about 5,000 soldiers, but they only managed to rob a few villages along the road before fleeing in panic. Halfway through, they were ambushed by the guerrilla general Ge Wei and suffered heavy losses. There were only 3,000 soldiers left. The north army could be said to have achieved victory and made the first contribution.
The little prince Bayan Mengke personally led 10,000 Tatar cavalry to attack Red County. He had already captured three small cities. The South Road Weiguang General, the guerrilla general Yang Jialong, and the Red County Garrison Wang Chengxian also had 10,000 troops. They fought with each other and were in a stalemate.
But this morning, the little prince's army suddenly split into two groups and retreated. General Wei Guang led his troops to chase after them. One of them fled north, while the other had fled to an unknown place. The commander sent a letter to General He to cooperate with the left and right armies to recover the lost relay stations and find an opportunity to attack the enemy.
Although General Yongning managed to protect Jiming Posthouse, his achievements were far inferior to his two colleagues. Moreover, from the situation he understood from the letter, he understood the enemy's intentions. Only then did he know that the Tartar army had no reinforcements yesterday and had no intention of fighting. At that time, he could not seize the opportunity to make a great contribution. Now that he thought about it, he could not help but feel regretful.
Imperial Messenger Ye's expression was also extremely ugly when he read the military letter. He was afraid of being questioned and said first,"Our army has just arrived and we don't know the enemy's situation. It's not wrong to be cautious. Now that we know that the enemy doesn't have the intention to fight for a long time, we will find the enemy's tracks tomorrow and take the initiative to fight!”
Eunuch Liu nodded in agreement and said,"Today, our army did not pursue them. The Tartars do not know the details of our army, so they may not have escaped far. Tomorrow, we will catch them off guard and we will be able to obtain great merit."
Bi Chun thought for a moment and said,"General, General Inspectors, the Tartars are better than us in the field. Moreover, there are two guerrilla generals working together in Zhuolu and Chixian. Our numbers aren't much better than the enemy's, and there are many mountain roads ahead, so it's not easy for us to pursue them. This humble servant thinks."
Imperial Messenger Ye interrupted him." Now that the enemy's situation is clear, we should take advantage of the victory to pursue. This will make the Tartars not dare to underestimate the might of our Ming army. General Bi, are you afraid of fighting?"”
Bi Chun rolled his triangular eyes and was extremely furious. He took a deep breath and remained silent with a livid face."When I was about to pursue you, you said that I was greedy for credit. Now that I don't want to pursue you, you said that I'm timid and afraid of battle.”
Jiang Bin remembered the letter mentioning that there were about five thousand people missing from the two fleeing armies of Red County. He couldn't help but feel moved, but then he remembered that if the Tartars wanted to escape, they should have fled to the north. There was no reason for them to run east to die, so he swallowed his words.
General He glanced at Bi Chun and smiled.""Bi Dusi came from the south and didn't know the geography or the enemy's situation. The mountain roads were indeed difficult to traverse, but it was precisely because of this that the Tartar cavalry could not display their full potential. My subordinates are all locals and are familiar with the terrain here. Tomorrow, when the army sets out, my subordinates will be the vanguard.”
Bi Chun smiled coldly and said nothing,"They knew that the Tartars had retreated and wanted their own direct descendants to seize the military merits." General He ignored his expression and rubbed his fists as he immediately summoned all the generals to the Bi Chun camp to discuss the matter of sending troops tomorrow.
Yang Ling returned to the post office and temporarily stayed in the room where Deputy Ma worked. The room wasn't big, and the outer hall was small, but there was a plaque hanging above his desk. There was a small temporary resting room at the back. A brick bed took up two-thirds of the space, and inside the brick bed was a row of heavy pear wood cabinets.
This was the first time Yang Ling had slept alone since he came to this world. Tonight, there was no Young Lady Han beside him, who was leaning on the bed with her cheeks in her hands and chatting with him about daily life. He was actually so empty that he could not sleep. Yang Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly. This little girl was actually so magical. She had unknowingly manipulated his emotions, making him feel like a little boy who was in love with his first love.
When he thought of his young mother, his body felt warm and his heart felt sweet as if it was filled with honey. Ever since the last kiss, the little girl seemed to have tasted the sweetness. Although she did not dare to take the initiative to ask for a kiss, she would no longer rush into the bed and wrap herself up with only her hair exposed. She would always lie on the bed and look at him with her big black grape-like eyes.
That little girl didn't know that just by revealing her shoulders in her coarse undergarments, her tender and innocent appearance, like a shy little flower, already contained endless attraction. The heavens had taken pity on him, and Yang Ling already felt that he could transform into a Moonlit Night Werewolf at any moment.
Yang Ling was becoming less and less confident in his self-control. He did not know what he was still insisting on. The beautiful figure of the young lady had filled his heart, and selfishly speaking, his feelings for the young lady had grown from the initial pity and love to the deep love he had now. He had acted as her blissful guide, and the thought of sending her into someone else's arms had long been thrown out of his mind.
However, he was more and more afraid of the person who possessed her and made her completely his. Due to his initial hesitation, he felt that he had wasted too much time and did not know how much time he had left to live. This was like a gambler who was left with only a little capital. The strong feeling of losing and gaining made him not dare to easily place his last bet.
Shaking his head, he shook away the sour and sweet feeling and opened a cabinet. After Ma Yi Cheng died, his set of keys was handed over to Yang Ling. In the afternoon, Yang Ling had made a fool of himself when he came to work here. There were four cabinets on the bed, each locked with a strange copper lock.
The designs were dog, horse, shrimp, and fish. Yang Ling spent a great deal of effort before he managed to unlock the locks on the bronze dog and bronze horse. He couldn't unlock the bronze shrimp's lock even if the key was bent. He could only call in a small official to help him with his face red. The prawn-shaped lock was not twisted, but hooked outwards.
The last fish lock, according to the small official, was used because fish could not close their eyes at night. Even when they slept, their eyes were open. It meant that they were always guarded. This must be the cabinet where the adults placed the most important documents. This lock was also quite strange. The key was inserted into the right hole, and after turning it, it had to be pushed in again to open it.
Back then, Yang Ling had hurriedly found a seal and stamped a few urgent documents before running back to the mourning hall. The cabinet was not locked. He opened the copper fish locker and saw that the letters inside had already been opened, and there was a strange fish beside the seal.
Yang Ling pulled the Kang table closer and lit up the wick of the oil lamp. He quickly browsed through the room under the light. After flipping through a few letters, Yang Ling realized that this must be information from the Embroidered Uniform Guards system.
The intelligence not only contained the private matters of the officials, but also the customs of the people, the harvest of the land, the weather, droughts, and floods. It could be said to be all kinds of information.
Yang Ling did not expect the Embroidered Uniform Guards 'intelligence network to be so large, and the intelligence they gathered was not only focused on the loyalty and integrity of the officials. If such a large intelligence network was used well, then the rulers of the Ming Dynasty would be able to obtain first-hand, detailed, and truthful information on all aspects. This was extremely important for governing the country. Regrettably, he had never heard of the Jinyiwei doing anything good in the Ming Dynasty.
Yang Ling flipped through it casually. He was stunned when he saw a letter from half a month ago. The letter stated that the snow outside the pass this winter was endless, and many tribes had frozen their livestock to death. Some small tribes had no means of survival, and the frequent contact between the tribes might be detrimental to the Great Ming Dynasty.
Yang Ling could not help but smile bitterly as he read the letter. It was a pity that these secret agents who had been ordered to hide in foreign lands and work hard had gathered all kinds of intelligence from all over the country in the capital. The higher-ups of the Embroidered Uniform Guards only cared about what they were interested in, and most of the intelligence was given to the higher-ups and left uncared for. If there had been a capable official who had taken note of this intelligence, wouldn't there have been fewer disasters for the people in the border towns?
After a long while, Yang Ling suddenly broke into laughter. He was just a small deputy. What impact could he have on this huge empire by worrying about the country and the people? It was better to be down-to-earth than to be ambitious. It was enough to take care of the people he loved and do his part. Could he push the wheel of history?
The next morning, it snowed heavily again. Yang Ling stood in the corridor with his sleeves folded, admiring the snow that filled the sky. The snow at that time was whiter than in the future, and the snowflakes were also in large patches. When they floated in front of their eyes, they looked crystal clear at a glance. Yang Ling stretched out a hand and caught a few snowflakes that were falling. The snowflakes melted in his hand, so quickly that he did not have time to see their beauty.
Yang Ling sighed regretfully. He had just shaken off the snow water from his palm when a delicate voice rang out at the end of the corridor."Husband!"
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