Northern Zhili, Chudu.

This huge city is located on the plain south of Yanshan Mountain. It is really dangerous to say that it is dangerous. It is only separated from the northern grasslands by Yanshan Mountain.

Say it is stable, it is stable too.

Yanshan is a stretching mountain range with a Great Wall built. Passes are set up on various roads, and the cavalry on the grassland cannot enter.

Even losing Liaodong is not a big problem for Chudu. Because there is still a world's largest pass, Shanhaiguan blocking it.

But when Liaodong really lost, the influence it brought was unparalleled.

Politically.

The State of Chu actually lost thirty-two cities in the five prefectures and millions of people.

In terms of military affairs, the Mongolian Yuan soldiers have advanced to the Shanhaiguan area.

The pressure on the capital of Chu State has increased greatly.

In terms of civil affairs, a large number of people from Liaodong entered Northern Zhili through Shanhaiguan, which put huge pressure on the government in Northern Zhili.

When the Han people in Liaodong fled in autumn, they arrived in northern Zhili in winter.

They did not bring food, but only brought a small amount of money. The prices on the way soared, and many people starved to death. The ordinary people who finally arrived in Northern Zhili were all skin and bones.

In this icy and snowy season, many people freeze to death and starve to death.

At the foot of the emperor, the place where the officials are the best. No matter how dark the officials are, they dare not slack off. They can only open a warehouse to help the people.

And all kinds of news followed.

Whoever died in battle, who surrendered, and the Mongols massacred the city, none of them was good news.

The Mongols were like a black cloud pressing against Chu's head, which was so dark that it was impermeable that the Chu's state could not breathe.

That's right.

The Liaodong generals were rotten, and the Chu State was also rotten. But the rotten ship still had three-point nails. Under the huge threat from the Mongolian and Yuan people, the entire court was stimulated.

It was like a wild beast, stabbed into the chest by a sharp knife, causing a stress response.

Now in the court, the voice of the main battle gradually rose.

Ministry of War.

This is a huge yamen, and there are countless officials working in it. However, there are very few serious officials.

The doctor is one of them.

There are four doctors in the Ministry of War, who are of the fifth rank. The only big boss who is under their command is the only one Shangshu and two ministers.

Belongs to the upper level of the food chain.

afternoon.

The four doctors of the Ministry of War, Mou Jun, Sun Yuan, Zhao Shen and Yang Hui were sitting together having tea and chatting.

The Beijing officials have little oil and water, but the salary is high. The tea they drink is the best in the rain this year, and ordinary people cannot drink it.

As for chatting, of course there are topics.

The hottest topic nowadays is Liaodong.

With a "bang", Mou Jun, who had a round face and a big temper, stretched out his right hand and slapped the table with a palm, making a dull sound, which also successfully attracted the attention of the other three people.

"The generals in Liaodong are 99% of the waste. How much food is it? How much supplies are there for the imperial court to allocate them every year? One slogan after another is loud, ensuring that Liaodong is as stable as Mount Tai. OK. This year, I will take it all."

"Someone escapes and some surrenders, it's so lively."

Mou Jun's face was red and the fat on his face trembled.

He is the three-point nail in the rotten ship, and is a passionate official who cares about the country and the people. The other three are old fry.

Sun Yuan slowly looked up at the colleague and said, "Xiao Mou. How many times has this been? It's a big liver fire that hurts the body."

Mou Jun was shocked. Now that the country is in danger, what else do you want to keep healthy? He looked back at the others and couldn't help but feel frustrated.

"Sir, why do you seem to be fine? Now Liaodong has fallen. The five palaces and thirty-two cities, millions of people have become slaves to the barbarians."

Mou Jun clenched his fists, his voice trembled, and his eyes were red.

"What's the use of urgent? There are also Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, Secretary of the Shang Dynasty, and Minister of the Secretariat. They will find a way." Zhao Shen, whose hair was gray and was about to retire soon, slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"You, you...ah."

Mou Jun looked at the group of people and felt so angry that his liver hurt. At this moment, Zhao Chong, the man who waited outside, broke in from outside, held a note in his hand, looked up at the four people panting and said, "Sir, there is a new situation in Liaodong."

"There is a man named Wu Nian who actually killed four thousand commanders and slaughtered nearly five thousand Mengyuan soldiers."

"ah?!!!!"

Everyone was stunned.

Mou Jun, who is worried about the country and the people, is the other three people who have nothing to do with him.

"This is impossible. Who is this person named Wu Nian? Since the Mongols went south, many people who claimed to be old generals have been defeated and died. In a few months, the entire Liaodong was gone. The losses of the Mongols and Yuan warriors were minimal. He could even kill four Mongols and slaughter five thousand warriors?"

The first person to react and question fiercely was Mou Jun. He widened his eyes and looked disbelief.

It's not his fault.

The Liaodong generals are terrible.

It is not uncommon to lie about military merits.

Killing five hundred people can make you kill five thousand people.

This time, it was better, all fell into trouble. There were no bragging people. Who is Wu Nian? Mou Jun is in the Ministry of War and knows the big names among the Liaodong generals.

I have never heard of this person, so of course I doubt it.

"Yes. Who is Wu Nian? Is there such a person among the commanders?"

"No, no, no. Let alone the commander, even Qianhu is not called Wu Nian, right?"

"Is it a hundred households? A hundred households can kill five thousand people? A thousand men of the Mongols? A hundred people can kill one hundred people is considered a powerful general."

The others also reacted and said angrily. Everyone was in the Ministry of War. Although they were fishing all day long, they knew the Liaodong generals well.

You and I will not only eliminate the commander, but also eliminate thousands of households.

As for the officials of the hundreds of households, what kind of officials are they? Who can remember the special code?

They didn't believe it if they were killed. A hundred households could slaughter five thousand people and kill four Mongol thousand men.

As for the words about [Yan Han], they were circulating in Liaodong, and the Chu State is not very clear at present.

The initiator, Zhao Chong, the man who was in charge, smiled bitterly, handed the note to the four Shangguans, and said, "Sir, stop guessing. Even if you beat him to death, you can't guess what kind of official Wu Nian is."

"You guys can take a look at it yourself."

The four of them were stunned when they heard this. We couldn't guess even if we beat them to death?

So what kind of official is Wu Nian?

Zhao Chong successfully aroused the curiosity of the four people. Mou Jun snatched the note, opened it and looked at it, looking at it very quickly.

With a "bang", he loosened his hands and the fold fell to the ground. His face was dull and he murmured: "It's true that I can't guess."

"He turned out to be a small flag officer?!!!"
Chapter completed!