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Chapter 40 The Battle of Liaodong

"Noon has arrived, kill!"

"The imperial court mistaken me! Where is the military salary you promised, Commander Yuan?"

But the only response he received was the cold blade. Yuan Chonghuan looked at the people who fell on the ground and stared at him intently. With a flash of stern expression, he said to the sergeants in the audience: "These people openly rebelled and tried to destroy the foundation of the imperial court.

Killing is not enough to make the people angry!"

"I hope everyone will remember their fate and never become those traitorous people!" Yuan Chonghuan continued with a cold snort and said: "Kill!"

Rows of heads rolled to the ground, and the smell of blood filled everyone's nostrils.

Yuan Chonghuan looked at the reactions of the people below and then left with his sword in satisfaction. After returning to the main tent, Yuan Chonghuan immediately said: "Have you sent the letter asking for food and wages?"

"Your Majesty, it has been sent," the soldier below replied.

"Then send it again!" Yuan Chonghuan frowned and said: "As long as the food and salary are not enough, we will send a document to the capital every day!"

"yes!"

Yuan Chonghuan looked at the map hanging on the wall with a flash of solemnity in his eyes. He looked at the marching trajectory of the Chahar tribe in Monan Mongolia and said secretly: "Jiannu is coming with great force this time!"

"Sir! There is an enemy attack!"

Yuan Chonghuan immediately asked, "How many people are there?"

"Less than five thousand!"

"It should be a small force. Order people to meet the enemy and wipe them all out!" Yuan Chonghuan walked out with his long sword in hand.

The soldiers followed behind, climbed up to the watchtower and watched from a distance as the smoke filled the air, the cavalry hidden in the wind and sand rushed towards the important border town.

Zhao Chengchu looked at the large-scale invasion of the Jurchens and snorted coldly: "It's really troublesome. It's frustrating that we can only passively defend. I really want to fight them with real swords and guns."

"Boy, cheer up," the veteran on the side reminded.

Zhao Chengchu held the spear in his hand tightly and looked at the cavalry approaching little by little. When he reached the attacking distance, he shouted loudly: "Let go!"

Whistling cannonballs exploded in the crowd, and for a moment people were on their backs. The attacking Jurchens paid no attention to the wailing sounds on the side, and could only keep moving forward. As long as they broke through to the city wall, they could plunder the Han people at will.

Three breaths after the sound of the cannon, the man hiding on the city wall poked his head out. Zhao Chengchu took aim, a wisp of blue smoke drifted away, and a figure fell to the ground.

While Zhao Chengchu was loading ammunition, the people behind him took up their positions and fired another round of rapid fire.

Zhao Chengchu looked at the Jurchens who were running away in panic and said, "It's so boring!"

"Boy, you've just been here for two months and you feel bored. Many of our brothers have been here for generations. Okay, after we've beaten these guys away, we can relax for a while. Let's go play with the brothers.

, but there are a few plump young ladies in the city, and their looks have caught the hearts of these brothers."

Zhao Chengchu looked at the teasing smiles of several people and shook his head and said, "I'd better go back and read my book!"

Several people have gotten used to it. At first, they laughed at this little guy who couldn't even hold a gun steady. But after getting along with him for a long time, they found that despite being a bit bookish, he still had a fierce spirit in his bones.

But the only thing is that he is not down-to-earth. Whenever the brothers want to take him to experience what the Wenwen Township Hero Tomb is, he always refuses. The brothers think that there is something wrong with this kid, and even more

He even offered the medicinal wine he had collected, but he always shook his head and refused.

"Old Sun, do you still want to leave? Xiaohong has been talking to me for a long time. I don't know if you are good enough to make people miss you."

"Come on, you don't understand this is our charm." Lao Sun patted Zhao Chengchu on the shoulder and said, "Boy, I'm leaving first!"

"Um!"

Zhao Chengchu took out his book and read it under the shade of a tree. Not long after, he felt sleepy and had a dream. In the dream, Zhu Yuanzhang came to find him. When he heard the sentence "Boy, let's go home."

, Zhao Chengchu’s eyes were a little moist.

"Boy, boy" Zhao Chengchu woke up immediately when he heard the voice and shouted: "Brother!"

"How dare you! How dare you address Governor Yuan like that?" the guards on the side scolded loudly.

Zhao Chengchu was stunned for a moment before reacting and immediately bowed and saluted: "I have met Mr. Yuan!"

"No need to be polite, boy, you are really young and promising to come to guard the border at a young age. How long have you been here?" Yuan Chonghuan asked with a smile.

"My lord, I have been here for more than two months. I know that if the country is destroyed, the family will be separated, so I came to join the army," Zhao Chengchu said seriously.

"You've got a lot of potential. Don't you miss your family after being out for so long?"

"I came to join the army because I was alone and had no worries!"

When Yuan Chonghuan heard this, he looked pitiful and said, "This child is really suffering. Do you have this book in your hand?"

Zhao Chengchu showed a shy look and said: "I met a kind-hearted person who taught me how to recognize some characters. He also gave me this book."

"Oh?" Yuan Chonghuan's eyes showed interest.

"Sun Tzu's Art of War!" Yuan Chonghuan looked at Zhao Chengchu's expression with increasing admiration. He returned the book to Zhao Chengchu and said, "That's right, kid. It will be good for you to read this book often in the future."

"Yeah?"

Zhao Chengchu said: "That subordinate must always watch it."

Looking at Yuan Chonghuan leaving, Zhao Chengchu tightly held the book in his hand and turned back to a small room.

There were several strong men inside. When Zhao Chengchu appeared, they immediately stood up and said, "Sir!"

"sit!"

Zhao Chengchu sat in the first place and asked, "How are you doing lately?"

"Sir, there have been more and more battles, big and small, recently. The manpower we brought has been folded in a lot. Fortunately, we have recruited a lot of men from the army. Now we have almost a thousand of our own men in the army.

Zhao Chengchu nodded and said: "We must strictly control it and remember that it is better to lack than to abuse. We must not expose our existence. If we ruin the master's plan, we will kill you without mercy!"

"yes!"

"Everyone who has no eyes for swords and arrows on the battlefield, please be careful."

Zhao Chengchu left and glanced back slightly to see a figure disappearing in the corner.

Zhao Chengchu narrowed his eyes slightly and returned to the military camp pretending not to care.

After Zhao Chengchu left, a group of sergeants broke into the hut and saw several soldiers in the house wielding knives and guns. The sergeant led by Pao Ze said: "There are spies in the city. We are now investigating and if found, we will kill them!"

"yes!"

Everyone's eyes changed slightly as they watched the leaving sergeant, and after a while they left one after another.

After hearing the report from the personal guards, Yuan Chonghuan said: "Go and check the identities of those people and why Zhao Chengchu had contact with them!"

"yes!"

Yuan Chonghuan's original intention of cherishing talents suddenly became vigilant. A helpless boy could read and write, and was connected with a group of suspicious soldiers. If something really happened, he would be in trouble.

.

"Sir, General Mao invites you!"

Yuan Chonghuan's heart sank and then he said: "I know, I will go to the appointment immediately!"

"yes!"
Chapter completed!
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