As the saying goes, good things do not go out for a thousand miles, and the situation in front of you confirms this sentence. Gu Zhenhua engages in military farming and kills people on a large scale. These people have secretly sent a letter to Nanjing. All those close to the Donglin Party have mobilized to weave evidence of crimes and want to deal with Gu Zhenhua.
However, the great victory of beheading 3,000 was just a few words, and even the gentry was unwilling to admit the crime of treason for treason, and they only said that Gu Zhenhua was framed.
Of course, there are also problems with Gu Zhenhua. He did not take Nanjing seriously and even forgot to report the victory officially. However, this omission helped Gu Zhenhua instead.
When the side van board was removed, the stinky head was revealed, and everyone present was frightened, with three thousand heads grinning, ugly.
Ma Shiying and Ruan Dacheng were so shocked that they opened their mouths wide, and they could stuff a steamed bun in them!
"Brother Jizhi, pinch me!"
Ruan Dacheng pinched his fingers on his thigh without hesitation. Ma Shiying felt no pain for a while and finally shook his head in disappointment.
"Brother Jizhi, it seems that this is in a dream!"
Just as he turned around, he saw Ruan Dacheng grinning and smiled at him, "Yuan Fu, I'm pinching myself!"
The two looked at each other and then showed ecstasy. Ma Shiying even laughed to the sky, as if she wanted to release all the depression in her heart.
He took a few steps, grabbed Gu Zhenhua, widened his eyes, and tried his best to ask loudly: "Brother Gu, do you still have me in your eyes? With such a big victory, why don't you report the victory earlier?"
"Yuan Fu, you blame me for your mistake. The official documents to Ruan's Ministry of War have already been said, and one battle was fought and annihilated countless enemies."
Ruan Dacheng also remembered it at this time, and his old face turned red with shame.
"Duke Ji, you said you would annihilate countless enemies, I, I, still... "
Ruan Dacheng couldn't say it, but Ma Shiying had already understood it instantly. These generals of the Ming Dynasty had the habit of falsely reporting their military achievements. For example, the famous magistrate Yuan often killed countless enemies, but failed to take out the heads. Instead, they said that the body was snatched back by the Tartars.
When Ruan Dacheng saw that he annihilated countless enemies, he just thought it was Gu Zhenhua's statement of seeking credit. He didn't take it seriously. Now when he saw these heads, he immediately understood that this Duke Ji was really good at playing!
Twenty-year-olds, each driver has at least more than one hundred heads, and there are more than two thousand. This kind of victory has almost never been seen in recent decades!
"Dude, this kind of victory is to be paid to the ancestral temple. You should bring it up early, and Yuan Fu may have to go out of the city to welcome him ten miles away!"
Ma Shiying calmed down at this time and said with a smile: "Duke Ji just became an official not long ago, and some things are not clear yet. Your Ministry of War should be more clever in the future. If you have such a great victory, you should report it early and inspire people."
They were talking and laughing here, and the people who burned incense and kowtowed along the street were alarmed at this time. Originally, they came to welcome Gu Zhenhua reluctantly. But after seeing so many heads, they were both afraid and awe-inspiring. The eyes of Gu Zhenhua and An** were completely different.
Many ordinary people lay directly on the ground and kowtowed.
"Long live the divine power of the Duke of Ji State!"
"Long live the divine power of the Duke of Ji State!"
Inadvertently, even the slogan of Long Live was shouted, but no one present dared to question it. Three thousand heads are the best proof!
The country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and the Beiting was destroyed. These people from the Donglin Party were obsessed with party struggles, but the people at the bottom were not stupid. Listening to the words of the merchants, everyone knew that things were bad. The Ming Dynasty was at its peak.
This is when we need heroes the most and long for heroes the most, we suddenly saw a victorious hero. How could they not be ecstatic? Someone broke his forehead and didn't care at all.
Looking at the cheering people, Gu Zhenhua's heart also calmed down a lot. No matter when, the dirty people in the temple were always inferior to those people!
"All villagers, let's get up." Gu Zhenhua took the initiative to walk out and waved his hands to the people on both sides of the street. When these people saw that Gu Zhenhua was about to speak, they finally calmed down.
"This battle was fought in Yucheng. Two Niulu of the Tatars' Zhenglan Banner, plus three thousand Han military flags tried to plunder food. My soldiers of An** fought to the death. More than half of the two battalions of soldiers were responsible for escorting them and finally saved the food. Then the two battalions of cavalry arrived and took advantage of the heavy rain to encircle and annihilate the Qing army. A total of more than 580 Tatars were killed, and the Han military flag was above 2,600. These heads were An**'s results!"
"mighty!"
"mighty!"
Looking at the cheers of the people, the Donglin Party members who had been waiting for the show to stop completely. They never thought that the script that was filmed suddenly changed the plot, and how could Gu Zhenhua get so many people in one go? It's incredible!
"Master Master, can't he kill Liang and make a contribution?" Yuan Jixian couldn't help asking.
The Minister of Rites Gu Xichou shook his head in pain: "No, look at the hair and look at the face, it is definitely true. Alas! This An** is so good at fighting!"
"Hmph, it's not certain that it's a skill." Yi Yingchang couldn't help but say, "He said that too, there are more than two thousand Han military flags, not all of them are Tartars!"
Xie Xuelong glared at Yi Yingchang and whispered: "The Han army flag that surrendered to the Tatars early is not much weaker than that of the Tatars. Gu Zhenhua is indeed a character and must not be underestimated."
The Donglin Party and other people muttered, "The others had no intention of paying attention to them at all, and their eyes were all on Gu Zhenhua."
Gu Zhenhua had a faint smile on his face and said to all the people: "Singing and dancing have passed. Now the land north of the Yellow River has been in war. This time, the Tartars only sent a few thousand people, and next time it will be tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands. The beautiful mountains and rivers and billions of common people can be said to be in danger. The inheritance of our Chinese nation has lasted for five thousand years, but it is not without disasters. Lu Xiufu died on Yashan Mountain and the sea of ​​the last emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, Wen Tianxiang sacrificed his life for justice, and the Mongyuan stole the Central Plains, burned, killed and looted. He did all the evil things. Fortunately, we raised a heroic army to Taizu, swept the Yuan Dynasty, and many heroes. He fought bloody battles to restore the Han family's clothes.
Gu was not talented, and he had seen that the late Emperor Chongzhen sacrificed his life for his country, and Wu Sangui colluded with the Tartars to enter the pass. Judging from the past and present, the descendants of the Han family were once again at the critical moment of life and death. I think every Ming Dynasty person should know where to go. We do not want to be slaves, and we cannot surrender to the enemy. At present, only the top and the other party are united to consolidate the army and practice martial arts. Civil officials do not love money. Military generals do not spare their lives. All the people support them. The soldiers use their lives. In this way, they can defend the Chinese Taoist throne. Otherwise, the disaster of the Mongol Yuan will repeat itself. All the civil and military officials present will be borne by the bitter fruit of the country and the family will be destroyed by all the people!"
If someone else said this, he would have been labeled as slandering the Ming Dynasty and cursing the country to destroy it. However, Gu Zhenhua first saved the prince, and then won a great victory. The merits and prestige were in front of him.
It was said from his mouth that everyone felt reasonable. There was nothing wrong with it.
Many people present even shed tears in their eyes. Duke Ji was a true loyal minister and general. Thinking about the fact that since Hongguang founded the court, the court had been in great chaos, ministers were in conflict and ignored state affairs, and the people could not see any hope.
But a bright color suddenly appeared, and everyone was ecstatic.
"Dude, we are all willing to join An**, and are willing to follow you to serve in the front line and kill the enemy and serve the country!"
"Yes, please accept me!"
Suddenly, many young people knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing and asking for help.
Gu Zhenhua hurriedly said, "Don't worry, all young people who are determined to serve the country must be safe. Nowadays, Henan, Shandong and other places lack officials and soldiers. As long as the people in Jiangnan have a skill, they can sign up. Literary rulers, martial artists go to war, merchants do business, farmers farm, and craftsmen make tools. Only when each person has peace and fulfills his responsibilities, we can defeat the Tartars!"
Gu Zhenhua said loudly: "Some people say that the Jurchen soldiers are invincible. In the opinion of my master, it is just a nonsense. Back then, Qi Jiguang, Li Chengliang and others were able to make the Tartars' butts flow. In just a few decades, have we become short or cowardly? None of them! Form a formation of a dignified formation, and every young and strong can become the best warrior!"
Gu Zhenhua waved his hand, and in the back team, Kang Lesheng ran forward with a scepter.
One hundred and sixty people, stepping on the ground, neatly and without any noise. They passed by the ministers and looked at each other.
Both Ma Shiying and Ruan Dacheng knew a little about military affairs. When they saw these soldiers, they couldn't help but give their thumbs up.
good!
Kang Lesheng and the others arrived in front of Gu Zhenhua and stopped.
"To the left!"
"After a moment!"
Everyone was like cutting swords and chopping them, and their eyes were neatly facing all the people. The people of the Ming Dynasty had never seen the army, sloppy and ragged clothes, and they were like bandits and refugees.
But the young soldiers in front of them had neat clothes and clean clothes, each of them was magical and serious. Standing there, like a king in the temple, majestic and evil spirit!
Gu Zhenhua laughed and said, "This is the first battalion of recruits and one of the main forces in the confrontation with the Tartars this time. A few months ago, they were just ordinary young people, most of whom were less than twenty years old, and they were probably younger than those present. But when they faced the Tartars, they were not afraid or retreating, and they killed hundreds of Tartars with the spear in their hands. Can they do it, can everyone do it?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
The shouts were getting louder and louder. Since Gu Zhenhua showed his head, more and more ordinary people rushed over and heard the news, and they were crowded. The houses and trees on the roadside were full of people watching the fun. Especially young people in their twenties, they all became jealous when they saw the recruits. They were about the same age. Why were they so majestic? Why were they so unpredictable?
"Mr., we are all following you!"
The shouts of the people were shocking, and Gu Zhenhua was very satisfied. He smiled and said, "Okay! With this spirit and this bloodiness, the world of Ming Dynasty will be as stable as a rock! An** has rules, and I will arrange to set up recruitment points as soon as possible for assessment. As for the same sentence, as long as you have a skill, An** will have a stage for you to perform!"
After appeaseing the people, Gu Zhenhua walked to the gentry. The hundreds of people had been kneeling on the ground for half a day. They were originally thinking of petitioning Gu Zhenhua, but seeing that the situation changed, they suddenly became An**'s performance of boasting about military merits and showing their strength.
They were not allowed to stay or leave, so they could only kneel down stupidly, their legs were numb. After seeing those heads, they were even trembling all over. Who would be against whom they had to choose such a evil star? Isn’t this asking for death?
These gentry were scared from the bottom of their hearts. When they saw Gu Zhenhua strode over, some even collapsed on the ground.
Gu Zhenhua arrived in front of the leading old gentry and smiled slightly: "Old sir, what do you think of the gifts I have sent to the people of Nanjing?"
"Okay, great, An** Shenwei, Duke Shenwei..."
"Hahaha, I saw that you have prepared the umbrella of the people. Have you heard about the war first, so I would like to congratulate you?"
When the group of people heard this, they were all stunned and then hurriedly said, "What the Duke of the Kingdom is saying is very good. Everyone knows the power of An**!
Several people barely got up from the ground and delivered the gift list of Wanmin umbrellas and the military laborers to Gu Zhenhua. Gu Zhenhua didn't answer at all, but smiled and said, "I have received everyone's wishes. You should go back to deal with family affairs. I have a state affairs with all the adults!"
Chapter completed!