Chongzhen Undergraduates

"It's a grenade, a grenade from our army." Yuan Zongdi became excited.

The army has not used grenades for several days, and now they are using them, which means that they are facing a large-scale enemy army.It also shows that the plan was successful.

"Quickly, order all the ministries to speed up the attack, and we must join them." Liu Tichun was also happy. In fact, he didn't know how muddy the pool of water could be. Maybe he could only advance ten miles, or maybe he could hit Tianjin Wei in one go.

After all, no matter how powerful Hong Chengchou was, it was impossible for the people along the road to be filled with civilians. As long as he quickly pierced through the defense line, the Ming army's attack would be much smoother.

Meet on a narrow road and the brave wins!

Chapter 5 Nineteen: Gum in the Eye of the Beholder

It was already midnight that day after Hong Chengchou received the news, and he was so happy that he woke up overnight to eat a bowl of rice and a large plate of meat.

"Commander, the Ming army has already attacked Jing'an, why are you so happy?" Liu Zhengzong asked.

"People are in good spirits on happy occasions! Zhu Youjian has become smarter, but his aptitude is still mediocre, and he hired the wrong person. He Li Yan thought I couldn't see that he planned to transport grain and grass from Tianjinwei's sea route? Qing County Those young and strong people in the middle school just stabbed the hornet's nest.

Those troublemakers are all wasps, and there are tens of thousands of them.This time, the number of their so-called Eastern Front Army has increased sharply, and food alone can eat them up.Moreover, the sea route cannot supply so much food and grass, and the docks are simply not enough.

If God does not take, then it will.Tens of thousands of troops have been sent to my mouth, can I not eat? The old man is itchy now, and wants to go to Tianjin Wei to resolve this war in person. "Hong Chengchou is very proud, full of confidence, red-faced, and speaks loudly.

"The commander-in-chief left like this, what will happen to the capital?" Liu Zhengzong asked in a low voice.

"The capital? The capital is too big. Even if I stay here, I can't guarantee that others will not have second thoughts. I know exactly how Li Zicheng broke the city." Hong Chengchou said contemptuously, "I just need to take away all the elite soldiers. Just do what you love."

Liu Zhengzong was quite shocked by Hong Chengchou's desperate approach, but thinking about it, can they hold the capital with their current strength?Probably not either.

Just like what Hong Chengchou said, controlling a huge capital is more valuable than defeating the Ming army with elite troops.Hong Chengchou, who has become a fine man, doesn't care about the position of vain real power at all, he only cares about his own effect on others.

Hong Chengchou entered the palace and went to bid farewell to Dayuer before leaving.

The road in front of you is the spacious avenue to enter the palace, and it is also a stumbling block that blocks the rights of most people. Every brick here will block the lifelong dreams of countless people.

Hong Chengchou, a boy from a poor family who was born as a dried tofu seller, crossed countless people and finally arrived here.

This is a road that he has traveled countless times. Since the 44th year of Wanli, he stepped into the palace examination for the first time.

In the seventh year of Chongzhen, it took him 18 years to be awarded the title of Shangshu of the Ministry of War and the governor of the trilateral military affairs.

In the eight years from the seventh year of Chongzhen to the 15th year of Chongzhen, Hong Chengchou gradually became more frequent on this road to the palace. This is also the eight years in which he realized his own abilities.Until the peak of his life came to an abrupt end, he did not win the final glory.

He was not reconciled, he wanted to do it all over again, and God gave him another chance.

"Chen Hong Chengchou kowtowed to the emperor and the empress dowager." In the Palace of Compassion, Hong Chengchou's etiquette was perfect, but he did not address him as a slave.

"Pingshen." Fulin's immature voice was very piercing, but it was obvious that she was stealing the show.Hong Chengchou didn't get up, he was waiting for Da Yuer to speak.

"Get up." Da Yuer raised his eyelids and glanced at Hong Chengchou.

This old man who is 59 years old this year and [-] years older than her is actually very energetic, and the moment he got up, he actually teased himself with his eyes.

Da Yuer was angry. She always felt that her superior status would not allow people like Hong Chengchou to be treated frivolously. Only when she wanted to throw an ambiguous look, the other party would be careful.

But today she can't get angry, she has to bear it, she has no backer anymore, the old man in front of her controls the life and death of her mother and daughter.

"Mr. Hong has been working hard for the country all day long, and I can't bear to mourn my family. Please give Mr. Hong a seat." Da Yuer decided to continue to tease Hong Chengchou with ambiguous means like before.

"Thank you, Empress Dowager, I'm a little thirsty." Hong Chengchou got up and said casually.

"Hurry up, serve tea to Mr. Hong." Da Yuer thought that Hong Chengchou was really thirsty, so he hurriedly ordered the maid.The court lady came in with a tea tray, but Hong Chengchou just stepped aside, as if thinking about something.

Seeing Hong Chengchou's frowning, Da Yu'er couldn't bear to be interrupted by the court lady, so she personally took the tea bowl and handed it over. This is also her most used trick, and it is very useful against men under normal circumstances.

"Mr. Hong, please have some tea." Da Yu'er was slightly shy, and smiled charmingly, seemingly unintentionally, but it was able to remove the guard of all men.

"My minister is dead, how can I trouble the Queen Mother..." Hong Chengchou turned around, took Da Yu'er's hands just in time, and even squeezed and slipped them before catching the tea bowl.

"Tender and tender." This was Hong Chengchou's first touch, he didn't expect that Da Yuer, who was already half-aged, was well maintained.

Da Yu'er had already run by ten thousand horses, but she insisted on not changing her face, she still smiled and said to Hong Chengchou: "Mr. is hardworking, Aijia should serve in person."

This sentence hit Hong Chengchou's heart like beating a drum, and he burst into infinite fantasies about what a wonderful word "serve oneself" is.Hong Chengchou's heart trembled, the slightest resentment towards Dayuer disappeared, and a glimmer of hope appeared again.

"I must do my best to keep Dajin safe." What Hong Chengchou meant was that I will definitely protect you and your wife, don't worry.

Da Yuer turned around and showed a weird smile, and then changed a pure face in an instant, like a little girl who doesn't care about world affairs, and Hong Chengchou was dumbfounded.

Hong Chengchou left, walking resolutely; Da Yuer panicked, she didn't want to serve this old dry meat.

Hong Chengchou is beauty in the eye of the beholder, and Da Yuer is eye feces in the eye of the beholder. She is now throwing Hong Chengchou out of the world.

……

In the capital, Zuo Maodi became active almost semi-openly after Hong Chengchou left.

Especially Zu Dashou and others met Zuo Maodi directly, both of them were polite and thoughtful, like two old friends who haven't seen each other for many years, they chatted happily.Many old people surrounded Zuo Maodi asking questions, like a group of Xia Liba people.

"Lord Zuo, is there really no shortage of food in the south?" An old man asked curiously.

"Not to mention now, but since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, has there ever been a shortage of food in the south?" Zuo Maodi said proudly.

"This old man doesn't mean that. I heard that there is so much grain in the south that it is used to feed pigs. Wouldn't the pigs that eat the grain become pig spirits?"

"Hahaha..." Everyone roared with laughter.

All the topics are not related to politics, but like old friends chatting about homework.The questions are also some weird things, especially the development of the south after Zhu Youjian's south crossing.

The old men were amazed by all kinds of new and strange theories.The water-boiling machine, the battleship cannon comparable to Westerners, and the thousands of horse-drawn cannons owned by Ming Dynasty that Zuo Maodi deliberately mentioned.

My dear, if the thousand cannons are aimed at the capital, what kind of tragic image will it look like? Is it the same as the explosion of Wang Gong Factory?

"Lord Zuo, there is still no news from the palace." Zu Dashou said softly.

"It doesn't matter, we can afford to wait. They didn't send troops to search here, so why rush for a while. After all, Crazy Hong hasn't been defeated yet, and some people still take chances. My emperor can understand these things. No rush, no Hurry!"

Zuo Maodi didn't seem to care, but Zu Dashou was completely confused. These high-ranking people's "forbearance" skills are very good, and they can be as stable as Mount Tai when they approach the city, which is really extraordinary.

Chapter Twenty

Off the coast of Tianjin Port, more than a dozen warships lined up across the sea, with the flag of Ming Dynasty flying on the top of the tall masts. The entire fleet was full of murderous looks, like ancient monsters.

On the land of Tianjin Port, the armored Ma Degong sneered and cursed loudly at the fleet of the Ming army: "Donkey bastard, cannons are useful, if you have the ability to fire them, if you don't dare to fire them, you are raised by a group of stepmothers." .”

The traitors laughed and laughed. Right beside them, crowds and groups of civilians stood on the pier and on the salt-alkali flat, staring at the sea in horror. No one dared to speak out. I was afraid from the bottom of my heart that the warship on the opposite side would actually fire, and it would definitely be a will-o'-the-wisp from hell.

Zhu Youjian stood on one of the big ships and watched helplessly, with nameless anger rising in his heart.

"Gan Hui." Zhu Youjian shouted loudly.