General He Gan, two military supervisors, and Jiang Bar, who was left behind locally, came to Bichun camp after inspecting the three cities. Bichun was preparing troops, but was temporarily placed under his jurisdiction, so he has never been as tame as other generals.

Last night, another grain shortage in Bichun Camp was caused. General He Shen only cares about his own subordinates having food and drink, but ignored him. If Yang Yicheng had not given up food, his soldiers would still be hungry now, so he felt a little nervous. When he saw General He Shen, his expression was cold.

General He Shen didn't care and inspected the defense in the camp. He was about to go to Sun Dazhong's camp, but the army's probe had already chased him to Bichun's camp. General He Shen had just left Bichun's tent, received the urgent military report, and returned, and took out the documents under the light.

The military letter was sent from the General's Office. After reading the urgent news from the military, General He Shen passed the letter to the generals and paced around the tent, his face was shady and full of regret.

It turned out that this time, the little Tatar prince Boyan Meng could gather 20,000 troops from various tribes and riot more than ten post stations along the border, hoping to plunder materials to make up for the losses caused by heavy snow and cold winter and successfully survive this winter. He did not have the intention of a long battle in strategy. In fact, since the Ming Dynasty, Chengzu attacked the Tatars and the Oirat, the foreign races outside the border have not recovered their vitality so far. If they really want to conquer cities and villages, they have no such strength at all.

After the beacon was heard, several large armies of the Ming Dynasty came out, and the troops of Huailai were blocked by heavy snow, and the last one arrived. Before the Tatars captured Zhuolu, the army of the generals of Shima Camp in the North had already arrived. The enemy troops were about 5,000, and they only robbed a few villages along the road and fled in panic. Halfway through the road, they were ambushed by the guerrilla general Ge Wei, and suffered heavy losses. The remaining army was only three thousand. The Northern Army was able to say that they had won the flag and made their first contribution.

The little prince Boyan Mengke personally led 10,000 Tatar cavalry to attack Chixian, and had three small cities in a row. The southern route of Wei Guangshen and the guerrilla general Yang Jialong, and the Chixian garrison Wang Chengxian also had 10,000 troops. They fought with each other and were in a stalemate.

But early this morning, the little prince's army suddenly retreated in two groups. General Wei Guang led his troops to chase after him. One of them fled northward, while the other party had already escaped in the unknown whereabouts. The general asked General He Shen to cooperate with the left and right armies to recover the lost stations and at the same time he looked for opportunities to inflict the enemy.

Although Yongning General saved Jimingyi, his record was far different from his two colleagues. From the letters, he understood the enemy's intention to fight. He realized that the Tatar army had no support yesterday and had no intention of fighting. He failed to seize the opportunity to make great contributions at that time, and he was inevitably upset at this time.

Ye Yuen looked at Junshu's face and looked extremely ugly. He was afraid of being questioned, so he said first: "Our army arrived and did not know the enemy's situation. It is not wrong to use troops carefully. Now that we know that the enemy will not have a long battle, we should look for the enemy's traces tomorrow and take the initiative to fight!"

Eunuch Liu nodded and said, "Our army has not pursued it today. The Tartars may not have escaped far if they do not know the details of our army. Tomorrow, they will be unexpected and will be at their fingertips."

Bi Chun thought for a while and said, "Mr. General, two military supervisors, the Tartars are more skilled in field battles than our army. Besides, there are two guerrilla generals in Zhuolu and Chixian. The number of our army is not superior to the enemy. There are many mountain roads ahead, which is not conducive to the pursuit of the army, and it is humble to think."

Ye Yuen interrupted him and said, "Now the enemy situation is clear. Just take advantage of the victory to pursue the Tartars, so that they dare not underestimate the power of our Ming army. General Bi said this, but is he timid and afraid to fight?"

Bi Chun's triangular eyes rolled, and he was extremely angry. He took a breath, his face turned pale and did not speak, but cursed in his heart: "I want to take advantage of the victory to pursue you. You said I was greedy for me and made a rash progress. Now I don't want to chase you anymore. You said I was timid and afraid of fighting, and I should be beheaded!"

Jiang Bin remembered that the letter mentioned that there were about 5,000 people in the two fugitive troops in Chixian County who were missing their whereabouts, and he couldn't help but feel moved. But then he thought that the Tartars should escape to the north and had no reason to run east to Huailai to die, so he swallowed it back when he said that.

General He Shen glanced at Bi Chun and smiled and said, "Bidusi came from the south, not knowing the geography and the enemy's situation, so he was no wonder. It is indeed difficult to move on the mountain road, but because it is difficult to move on the mountain road, the cavalry of the Tatars are not easy to play. My subordinates are all locals, and they are familiar with the terrain here. The army will set sail tomorrow, and my troops will be the pioneers."

Bi Chun sneered: This is because he knew that the Tartars had retreated and wanted his direct descendants to seize military merits. General He Gan ignored his expression and was ready to send troops to Bichun, immediately summoning all the chief generals to Bichun's military camp and began to discuss the matter of tomorrow's military service.

Yang Ling returned to the post office and temporarily lived in the house where Ma Yicheng worked on a daily basis. The room was not big and the outer hall was very small, but a plaque was hanging above the desk. A small room for temporary resting was occupancy of two-thirds of the space. Inside the kang was a row of heavy pear wood cabinets.

It was the first time that Yang Ling had come to this world that he slept alone. Tonight, Han Youniang was not lying on the kang with her cheeks beside her, and she couldn't sleep anymore. Yang Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly. This little girl was so magical that she unknowingly influenced her emotions, making herself worried like a little boy in her first love.

When he thought of the young lady, his body was warm and his heart felt sweet. Since the last kiss, the little girl seemed to have tasted the sweetness. Although she didn't dare to ask for a kiss, she would never hurried into the quilt and wrap herself up so that she only had her hair exposed. She always lay on the head of the kang, and looked at him with a smile with her big eyes like black grapes.

That girl, I don't know that she just exposed her shoulders wearing coarse cloth underwear. Her tender and pure appearance, like a shy little flower, contained endless attraction. It was pitiful that Yang Ling felt that she might transform into a moonlit wolf at any time.

Yang Ling was becoming less and less confident in his control. He didn't know what he was still insisting on. Young Lady's beautiful figure had filled his heart. He said selfishly that his feelings for Young Lady went from the initial pity and love to the deep love now. The great earth acted as her leader of happiness, and the idea of ​​sending her into the arms of others had long been thrown away by him.

But he became more and more afraid of having her and making the young lady completely his own person. It was precisely because of the initial hesitation that he felt that he had wasted too much time and did not know how much time he had to live. This was like a gambler who was worried about gains and losses when he bet that only a little capital was left in his hand, and the strong feeling of gains and losses made him dare not easily cast the last bet.

Shaking his head, shaking the sour and sweet feeling, he pulled open a cabinet. After Ma Yicheng's death, his keys were also handed over to Yang Ling. In the afternoon, Yang Ling came here to work and made a joke. There were four cabinets on the kang cabinet, with four unique copper locks locked.

The shapes are dogs, horses, shrimps, and fish. Yang Ling took a lot of effort to open the locks of the copper dogs and copper horses. The copper shrimps could not even bent even the keys were opened, so he had to blush and called a minor official to come in to help. It turned out that the shrimp-shaped lock was not twisted, but hooked outwards.

Finally, according to the minor official, the fish lock is closed at night, and even when sleeping, so the fish lock means to keep guarding all the time. This is the cabinet where adults place the most important documents. This lock is also quite unique. The key is inserted into the hole and after twisting it, it must be pushed in and opened.

At that time, Yang Ling hurriedly found Yin Yan, stamped a few urgent documents and ran back to the mourning hall. The cabinet was not locked. At this time, he pulled open the copper fish lock cabinet and saw that the letters and cards inside had been opened, and there was a strange fish next to the fire lacquer seal.

Yang Ling pulled the kang table closer, tilted the wick of the vegetable oil lamp, and hurriedly browsed it under the light. After reading a few letters, Yang Ling realized that this must be the information of the Jinyiwei system.

The information not only includes some privacy matters among officials, but also people's customs, land harvests, drought and flood, which can be said to be diverse and omnipotent.

Yang Ling did not expect that the intelligence network of the Jinyiwei was so large, and the direction of collecting intelligence was not just the loyalty of officials. If such a huge intelligence network was used well, the rulers of the Ming Dynasty could obtain the most detailed and realistic situation in all aspects. How important should this be for governing the country. Unfortunately, I don’t seem to have heard of any effective good things that the Jinyiwei did in the Ming Dynasty.

After rumbling around, Yang Ling was stunned with a letter half a month ago. The letter stated that heavy snow outside this winter is endless, and many tribes have frozen countless cattle and sheep, some small tribes have no survival, and frequent contacts between tribes may be detrimental to the Ming Dynasty.

Yang Ling smiled bitterly at the letter. Unfortunately, these secret detectives who were ordered to lurk in foreign countries and work hard. I am afraid that all kinds of information from all over the country will be gathered in Beijing. The senior officials of the Jinyiwei only care about what they are interested in. Most of the information has been left to the shelf and no one cares about it. If there had been effective officials who had noticed this information, would there have been fewer disasters in the border town?

After a long period of emotion, Yang Ling suddenly laughed: He is just a small postmaster, who is worried about the country and the people here, what influence can he have on this huge empire? It is better to be down-to-earth, take care of the people he loves and do his duty. Can the * of history be pushed?

The next morning, heavy snow rose again. Yang Ling stood in the corridor with her sleeves, enjoying the snow all over the sky. The snow was whiter than the later generations, and the snowflakes were also large and large. They floated in front of her eyes and looked crystal clear at first glance. Yang Ling stretched out one hand and took a few falling snowflakes. The snowflakes melted in their hands, so they couldn't see their beauty clearly.
Chapter completed!