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Early the next morning, Governor Yuan had already gotten up and tidied up briefly. He didn't even have time to take a sip of water, so he hurried to the top of the city to observe the Jin Army's camp, waiting for the Jin Army's possible attack later today.

A more violent siege.

At the end of April, the weather in Liaoning was still a bit cool both morning and night.

The soldiers keeping watch at night were all wrapped up tightly, and when they saw Governor Yuan approaching, they all saluted respectfully.

The city wall of Ningyuan City is twelve or thirteen meters high, and it is surrounded by flat fields.

Staying up here overnight is like sleeping on the rooftop of the fourth floor. There is almost no shelter around you. The north wind from the grassland is blowing directly, which is not a pleasant feeling.

It is different from treating those generals.

Governor Yuan's attitude towards the soldiers was very kind. He smiled and returned the greetings to the soldiers one by one, which immediately caused all the soldiers to be flattered and knelt down to kowtow.

After Commander Yuan passed by, the soldiers were all in great spirits. It was as if they suddenly knew they had won the lottery early in the morning. They were in a good mood.

In the process of China's historical inheritance, the scholar-bureaucrat class has always had a special emphasis, and that is to "carry grandchildren but not children."

It means that you'd better not hug your son, but you can get close to your grandson, and you can't dote on him too much.

Governor Yuan, who has read many books of sages, obviously understands this point very clearly.

When dealing with the generals, he was so severe that he was almost harsh and completely merciless. However, when he treated these soldiers, he was like a kind grandfather looking after his grandchildren.

This may seem a bit difficult to understand, but in fact, it is very simple.

The generals are the pillars, the skeleton of the entire army, and the main actors responsible for implementation, but the soldiers are his subjects, Commander Yuan.

Because the soldiers would never dare to resist him, Inspector Yuan, and would not pose the slightest threat to his authority, Inspector Yuan...

Listening to the respectful and excited discussions of the soldiers behind him, the smile on the corner of Commander Yuan's mouth began to be a little hard to hide.

In the past, when he ran the army in western Liaoning, he basically focused on generals, but now, through yesterday's battle, Commander Yuan felt that his control over the grassroots soldiers had reached a new level.

When we arrived at the highest point of the city gate building, some soldiers had already hung up the door. First, it was to prevent the Hou Jin Army from having any unknown long-range weapons and hit this side directly. Second, it was because it was very windy in the morning.

It is large and the hanging doors are very thick and can also block the wind.

After all, this side of Beicheng is on the windward side, and the whistling cold wind in the morning is not very comfortable.

People feel refreshed when happy events occur.

Governor Yuan was very satisfied with everyone's attitude and was in a good mood. He picked up his telescope and began to concentrate on looking at the Jin Army's camp.

At this time, it was probably around 6:30 in the morning, the sun had slightly peeked out from the eastern horizon, and the sky was almost completely bright.

The fire soldiers on the Guangning Army's side of the city have been busy for most of the night. Smoke is rising from the cooking pots. The big pot of rice has almost been put away, and they are waiting for the soldiers to get up to eat.

But on Hou Jin's side, there weren't many fireworks. Many of the bonfires lit last night had been extinguished, but no one added firewood to them.

There were only a few Tatars keeping vigil, dozing lazily in twos and threes leaning against a few unextinguished bonfires. How could they look like they were about to start a big fight?

"What the fuck is going on?"

Governor Yuan couldn't help but spit in his heart.

Is this the so-called Eight Banners Warriors? Why, why do people feel that these guys are worse than bandits?

Especially the Tatars who were keeping vigil at night were all so sleepy and sleepy that they looked as if they had smoked a lot of cigarettes. They were afraid that the green skins on the street would be more energetic than them.

"snort."

Governor Yuan suddenly sneered: "Is this what the Eight Banners cavalry is all about? With this little ability, you still want to come and attack my own Ningyuan City?"

Governor Yuan's nerves, which had always been tense, began to relax a little. He stroked the goatee on his chin and began to think about his thoughts.

In fact.

At this time, among the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty, it was extremely rare for someone like Governor Yuan to at least dare to go to the battlefield and take a good look at the battle.

Many people dare not even look at this war.

On weekdays, the King of Heaven and I are simply the first, and he is second, but when it comes to war, he quickly puts all the blame on the generals, while they hide in the tall mansion, hug their wives and children, and

Shivering in bed, praying to God for blessing...

Even in the Zhao and Song dynasties, when "literary officials were not punished", scholars could not wait to see the emperor without kneeling, but they were far from being like the scholars of the Ming Dynasty, who were simply "students with no use at all".

certainly.

During the two Song Dynasties, especially starting from the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, due to the strength of the foreign tribes, wars continued continuously, and the combat effectiveness of the Song army maintained a high level.

In addition, the Song Dynasty was a relatively splendid era for China's scientific and technological civilization, and the commodity economy was extremely developed. The Song army's ordnance and equipment level, except for firearms, was slightly worse than that of the Ming army at this time.

Especially in the Southern Song Dynasty, although the country was small and weak, the spirit of the scholars was very strong because of inheritance.

In other words, they have ideals and beliefs, are not afraid of death, and dare to serve the country!

Even if the court is fatuous?

Just like the stars on the football field, even if the game situation is very critical, there are always some stars who can use their own flash of inspiration to change the situation of the entire game, equalize the score, or even reverse it!

The two Song Dynasties were also an era in Chinese history when Confucian generals erupted.

‘Man Jiang Hong’, ‘Po Zhen Zi’, ‘Ling Ding Yang’, etc., are all exquisite swan songs in Chinese history.

What a pity. After the Ming Dynasty, especially from the middle and late Ming Dynasty...everything was a bit out of shape...

In later generations, some people even made deductions. If the last 200,000 Song troops of the Southern Song Dynasty, equipped with magical crossbows and armored protective warships, were placed in western Liaoning at this time... I'm afraid~ they would definitely be able to defeat the wild boar skin.

He was beaten so hard that he found teeth all over the floor.

such a pity.

What they faced was the Mongolian cavalry that was about to sweep the universe at its peak...

In the same situation as that year.

Even if there were heroes like Li Shimin, Zhao Kuangyin, and Zhu Yuanzhang, I'm afraid they would have to have at least a few decades of buffering, waiting for the Mongols themselves to become corrupted for a while before they could have any room to resist.

It's a pity that the little emperor is still sucking milk...

It is no wonder that there is always a saying in later generations that "there will be no Huaxia after Yashan".

I have to say that this is the tragedy of history, and it is a joke played by history on the Chinese nation that is not funny.

At this time, Ningyuan City.

In a flash, it was almost noon. Commander Yuan was almost desperate, but he found that the Houjin Army on the opposite side had no intention of attacking the city at all. They were packing their bags quickly, as if they wanted to run away...

This, what the hell is going on?

Zhao Zhijiao, who had been preparing for a big fight, was speechless and hurriedly asked Governor Yuan: "Master Futai, what is this, what is going on?"

How could Governor Yuan not understand Huang Taiji's thoughts at this time? It was so hard to break his teeth.

But at this moment, he had no choice.

On the side, Zhu Mei, who has been promoted to the commander-in-chief of the former battalion, cautiously asked: "Master Futai, I am afraid that the Tatars are going to run away. Why don't we go out of the city to pursue them?"

Zhao Lijiao also reacted and said hurriedly: "Master Futai, I would like to lead my elite cavalry to pursue the dog Tatars and come back with more heads."

Although Governor Yuan really wanted to keep more Tatar heads so that he could have more capital and excuses when reporting to the court later, but there was Huang Taiji's Wang Qi opposite...

After thinking again and again, Governor Yuan still suppressed the desire in his heart, "Don't worry. The Tatars seem to have some conspiracy. They have mobilized their troops, and even if they want to run away, I'm afraid they won't be able to run fast. It's not too late to wait."

Zhao Lejiao and Zhu Mei both nodded. Governor Yuan was very steady.

But until noon, the rear troops of the Hou Jin Army were almost invisible, and Commander Yuan still made no decision.

Zhao Lvjiao, Zhu Mei, and even the middle-level generals like Wu Xiang couldn't bear it and asked for a fight. Only then did Governor Yuan relax, almost gritting his teeth and said: "Zhao Lvjiao, can you lead me?"

Our three thousand elite cavalry are sent to pursue the formation. Remember, you must not be too eager to fight. If the situation goes wrong, you must quickly retreat to the city!"

"Yes! I will obey your orders!"

Zhao Shujiao couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly called for his servants, and the fine cavalry, hurriedly chased after Hou Jinjun's butt...

pity.

Zhao Shujiao obviously did not have the courage and responsibility of Man Gui back then. He only dared to cruise around the main Tatar army and sneak attack some miscellaneous soldiers, but did not dare to actually charge into the main force of the Jin army.

Huang Taiji had already realized this, and he walked calmly, just like a demonstration, and asked Zhao Zhijiao to escort him away...

It was not until dark that Zhao led his disciples to return to Ningyuan City unwillingly and rushed over to report to Governor Yuan.

"Sir Futai, I have lived up to my humble duty. This attack brought back more than a hundred Tatar heads in total."

But when Governor Yuan saw the head, he couldn't help but feel angry.

I'm afraid this damn slave doesn't even have a real slave.

Zhao Shujiao also felt that his face was shameless, his head drooped, and he would never dare to say another word.

At the critical moment, it was Zhu Mei, a good old man, who came out to smooth things over and said with a smile: "Master Futai, although Zhao Shuai did not capture many real slave heads this time, there were more than a dozen Mongolian Tatars, which is already a lot.

Back then, when Mangui left the city, didn't he only gain so much?"

Upon hearing Man Gui's prickly name, Governor Yuan suddenly came to his senses. For a moment, an indescribable smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

We can't blame him for not trying his best. It's just that the Tartars are too cunning.
To be continued...