"You mean the Jurchen enemy sent out an army of 60,000 at once?" Wang Youshan sat in front of the desk, stacked aside with letter papers full of words, and another piece of letter paper in his pen wrote a lot of words.

The person he asked was Uncle He, who was born in the army. Uncle He stood aside with his hands down, nodded and agreed, "The news from the Ministry of War is reliable. It is said that there are 60,000 yuan at a time, and General Zhang, who was killed, brought a total of 10,000 yuan.

With more than 10,000 troops and horses, there were still several divisions of troops. The less than 4,000 defenders in Fushun were surrendered early.”

Hearing this, Wang Youshan, with a solemn face, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He had a relaxed expression on his face. He nodded repeatedly and said, "As it is true, 60,000 to 10,000, and there are still troops scattered everywhere. How can he not win.

In theory, Zhang Chengyin is really brave and stubborn. It seems that the Jurchens are also relying on many things to win, so they are not considered powerful."

Uncle He has no time these days, and he goes to the Ministry of War every morning to guard it. This behavior is not surprising. In order to get the news and have something to say in the memorial, the censors of the Censorate arranged for their servants to go.

The Ministry of War guarded and asked for information through relationships.

The Wang family is different from other places. Every time, they can get military information conveyed by Zhang Qinghai’s confidants, as well as various situations in Liao Town. Anyway, the two families have close relationships, so these things are just a small task.

"Master, I heard that the Jurchens also came out in full swing this time, and almost all Ding Zhuang went into battle, so he raised more than 60,000 yuan." Uncle He added.

Hearing this statement, Wang Youshan actually laughed out loud, shook his head while laughing and said, "Ye Xiaobang, there is only such a small amount of manpower. This time he took advantage of the situation and fought hard to achieve such a result. He was so full of his life.

It's just 60,000, it's really worth mentioning. I think my Ming soldiers have millions. If I rely on more to win, I will be able to kill them."

Uncle He looked at Wang Youshan's expression, and he felt a little strange. The masters who have been worried these days, why did they just have such simple words to make their master relax? His views on Wang Youshan have been trained in the army.

Uncle He felt different, but after thinking about it, he still wanted to speak but stopped.

I saw Wang Youshan's pen was flying and he quickly finished writing the letter. This was no longer a letter, but it looked more like a book. A thick stack of letter papers. Wang Youshan handed the envelope to Uncle He and said

: "Hurry back to Xuzhou, this is an important matter. You go and have a trip."

On April 17, 19th, the city of Fushun, Liaodong.

"Master, except for our own personal guards, many people don't come." A companion in a green hat said tremblingly.

"These are so heartless bastards." The big man who was called the master cursed hatefully.

This big man is burly and burly, but he is already a little fat. His waist and abdomen are fat, he is not wearing armor, he is wearing a red official robe and a tiger tunic, but he is very fit.

This person is Li Yongfang, a guerrilla in Liao Town guarding Fushun. If he didn't look at his patch, no one would think that this was a high-ranking general. Li Yongfang's exposed head, face and hands were very fair and pampered.

Looks like.

Li Yongfang's eyes were swaying, and his forehead was covered with sweat, but he didn't care to wipe it. The Jianzhou Jurchens came with such a loud momentum, and it was impossible for the troops to come to the city to find out. In fact, as soon as the sky was dawn, the guards on the city saw the horizon.

A large number of soldiers hurriedly showed warning, the city gate was closed, and the whole city was on guard.

Looking at the various flags under the city and the various siege equipment being prepared for logging, Li Yongfang staggered behind the battlement of the city wall. If he had no support from his confidants, he would fall there directly.

"Master, fight with them," said a guard beside Li Yongfang rudely.

As a guerrilla, he was in charge of a city and was in charge of a key place. Li Yongfang's personal guards were just over 400, which means that there were so many generals from Liao. If he were in Nanzhili, there would be two hundred relatives in a shortstop.

Wei has figured out the choice.

These personal guards were surrounding Li Yongfang. When he heard the guard talking, Li Yongfang slowly turned his head to look at the man, gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you say?"

"Master, let's fight with the Tartars." The clerk said loudly. The clerks and guards were all fed by the masters with money, and they paid attention to sharing life and death. At present, the Jurchen army is besieging the city, and as the guards, they must die with the city.

The guards will naturally die together.

Among the more than 400 guards under the city wall, only a few of them looked firm, and the rest were very panicked.

Li Yongfang stared at the guard for a while, and the guard was at a loss and didn't know what he had done wrong. Li Yongfang raised his foot and kicked the man over, kicking him to the ground, pointing at the rage.

He scolded, "Do you just want to die that way? Don't drag me to death together."

It was quiet around, but Li Yongfang's suppressed emotions seemed to have found a hole in venting. He pointed at him and said, "Did you not see anyone come? There are tens of thousands of people outside the city and hundreds of thousands of people, I'm

You are the only ones you can beat, but all the Jurchen barbarians outside the city can beat. Are you impatient when I ask you to lead these hundreds of numbers to the tens of thousands outside the city?"

"Just like you guys who drink and play with women all day long, and want to fight with those Jurchens outside? Do you think I don't know what's going on with your hunting? That time I didn't get it back at the market, you guys are just you guys

, and even thought about fighting," Li Yongfang yelled.

After finally waiting for his anger to calm down, a close confidant asked in a low voice: "Master, it may be troublesome to go out now. Even if the brothers protect him, I am afraid that they can't escape. The Jurchens may still have it.

Mongols riding horses”

"Why don't I know this? I want you to make noise." Li Yongfang waved his hand irritably.

At this moment, a general from the top of the city ran over and said panting, "Jiang Ye, the Tartars outside shouted, saying that they were asking us to surrender, and that after surrender, everything would be the same, otherwise they would be a mess.

Keep."

As soon as he heard the surrender, a personal guard was about to attack immediately, but before he could do it, he saw Li Yongfang silent and could not speak for a moment. He leaned closer and said in a low voice: "Master, we are like this."

The big city is so easy to capture, and there is enough food, so it can be used to support reinforcements."

Fushun Guerrilla Li Yongfang nodded slowly, remained silent for a while, and said, "You go back and stare first, and you will get it back as soon as there is news, and you will be rewarded again afterwards."

The one who was always confused, but he still agreed and turned around and ran back. The few people closest to Li Yongfang heard the trembling in the voice of the head of the family. Everyone exchanged their eyes, but they didn't say anything.

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"Go away, retreat away." Li Yongfang just told this.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the thunderous shouts of mountains and seas outside the city, and then heard the heart-wrenching shouts on the city walls, "The Tartars have attacked the city."

Li Yongfang trembled all over, but turned around quickly. He felt that it was not safe to get too close to the city wall. It would be better to retreat further. Fushun City is also a big city with Liao Town. No matter how hard the Jianzhou Jurchens can fight, it will not be so easy to fight.

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Walking out dozens of steps away, there was a guard beside him shouting, "Master, the Tartars are coming to the city.

So soon, I went up to the city, and Fushun guerrilla Li Yongfang was shocked. After more time, did he climb up directly on the city wall?

When I turned around, I saw that there were already monochrome flags flying at the top of the city. Someone screamed and fell from the top of the city, smashed on the ground and died. Now even the servants who had just said they had fought for it, everyone's face turned pale.

They all knew that the Jianzhou Jurchens were powerful in the field, and who would have thought that the siege was so mighty.

At this moment, just watching a man stumble down and chase him again, Li Yongfang's personal guards nervously took out their weapons, but the person who chased him was just the one who reported the news just now.

"General, Lord Guardian died in battle. The Tartars cut him to death as soon as they came to the city." This always trembling voice said. Although he had blood on his body, it didn't seem to be his own wound. I think he was running.

It's fast, and this time I ran away by reporting the news.

Li Yongfang did not speak out. He and the garrison king Mingyin had never seen each other. In a blessed place like Liao Town, he didn't know how to enjoy the wealth and make money. Instead, he said that he would renovate the military equipment. What would happen and what would happen?

"Master, Master." Someone greeted him, but Li Yongfang didn't hear it at all. The guards around him were a little anxious and exchanged glances with each other, thinking that when the city was broken, they would protect the people and leave first, but the city's chief

The wife, children, and the elderly may not be able to take care of the big business.

The shouts of killing on the top of the city became more and more intense, and more soldiers ran down from the top of the city. Why do you have to fight? On weekdays, you can't get a penny, so it's not easy for the whole family to eat.

Why do you have to fight the Tartars at this time? If you are caught, you may not be worse than now.

The situation was almost impossible to deal with, and the head of the guard behind Li Yongfang shouted, and a few people were about to fight and leave when they went up.

At this moment, Li Yongfang trembled and shouted suddenly: "Submit, we'll surrender."

As soon as this was said, everyone was stunned and quieted instantly. Everyone present relaxed. However, Li Yongfang did not notice this, and just shouted at the top of his voice: "There are 100,000 Jianzhou Jurchens outside,

How many thousand can we have in the city? Isn’t it just us who can fight? Only hundreds of us go out to fight, that will definitely be a death. If we don’t surrender, all the people in the city will be killed. How miserable it will be?

Speaking of old slave, no, I heard that the Jin Dynasty Khan Nurhaci is a great hero and is very wise. We will definitely not treat it badly when we go over. Do you think so? Do you think so?

Li Yongfang's face was covered with sweat and her face was extremely pale. She spoke at the top of her lungs, listing the benefits of surrender. She had no confidence, but she just listed various reasons, hoping to make everyone agree with the proposal of surrender.
Chapter completed!