Chapter 368: The decline of the built prisoners is a foregone conclusion
Cao Huachun and others found it unbelievable, and so did Guo Dajing at first. But then he thought about it, what was so special about Huang Taiji? Among the Jianlu who entered the pass, they just had more people to protect them.
When thousands of arrows struck together, Huang Taiji was not killed, so he was lucky. In the end, it was not a surprise that he could not escape.
Just imagine, Li Zicheng, who overthrew the Ming Dynasty, was reportedly beaten to death by several peasants in Jiugong Mountain. Do you think this kind of death for a big shot is an accident?
He fell to death while riding a horse, died from overeating, or died from drunkenness... Many big figures died in a very ordinary way, or it was unbelievable.
So what does it matter if Huang Taiji is captured alive? With Guo Dajing here, everything is possible.
After chatting with Guo Dajing for a few words, Cao Huachun became impatient and said, "General Guo, you must also know that there is a huge difference between the living slave chief and the dead one."
Guo Dajing saw Cao Huachun's eagerness, pondered for a moment, and said: "If Eunuch Cao is not tired of traveling, Guo will send cavalry to escort him. How about you rush to Qian'an as soon as possible?"
Cao Huachun nodded vigorously and said with a smile: "The Jinyi guards brought by the Za family should be good at this, and they will definitely be able to escort Huang Taiji to the capital alive."
Guo Dajing nodded gently, wanting to hand Huang Taiji into Cao Huachun's hands as soon as possible. This would get him out of trouble. Whether he lived or died was none of his business.
Of course, living is an extraordinary achievement, and dying is also a great military achievement.
It can be said that a Huang Taiji can kill tens of thousands of heads. However, Chongzhen is beautiful, but due to his stinginess, he may not be rewarded with much silver.
Marshal Mao wants to be promoted to a noble title, but I wonder if he can fulfill his wish this time?
Guo Dajing looked at the backs of Cao Huachun and his party as they hurried away, and his thoughts began to wander.
Huang Taiji was captured alive, and if nothing unexpected happened, he would be cut to pieces in the capital. This kind of shock was beyond his expectation.
With such heavy losses to the Jianqi people and the weakening of the great famine, the rule of Liaodong was already in jeopardy.
Although the Dongjiang Army's strength has not yet reached the standard for a comprehensive counterattack, its strategic initiative is certain.
From the external situation, Jianlu will also be in a very disadvantageous situation.
North Korea will cut off already weakened commercial exchanges, Shen Jiyuan and other pro-Ming factions will gain momentum, and the North Korean king will also change his attitude.
The number of Mongolian tribes who follow Jianlu with all their hearts and help them fight will be greatly reduced. They will not dare to fall out, but there will be more people who act perfunctorily.
Lin Dan Khan, the leader of the Mongolian Communist Party, would probably react as well. He would probably return eastward, return to the homeland of the Chahar tribe, or attack Haraqin and other Mongolian traitors who had joined the Jianlu tribe.
Since the death of Lao Nu, Huang Taiji has worked hard to break through the three-party blockade. After this battle, almost all of them were scrapped.
There is no day left for Jianlu to perish!
Guo Dajing narrowed his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed through his eyes.
This was exactly what he wanted to achieve by leading his army to cross the sea, and now, it has far exceeded his expectations.
But the centipede is dead but not stiff.
Guo Dajing did not have the mentality of being careless and underestimating the enemy. He knew that pacifying Liao and exterminating the captives was still not a task that could be completed in one or two years.
This is also due to his cautious character. On the one hand, the strength of the Dongjiang Army is still insufficient, especially the cavalry. In order to have a greater chance of victory, there must be at least 20,000 to 30,000 cavalry.
On the other hand, Guo Dajing hopes that the Jianlu will be weaker. If one thing goes down and the other rises, it will be easier to destroy the Lu.
Since the rise of the army, too many people have died, and many people in Dongjiang Town have lost their families and lost their lives. Guo Dajing wanted to eliminate the captives, but also hoped that fewer people would die.
But even with such considerations, the continuous battle against the rebels will not stop. According to the military terminology of later generations, it can be called piecemeal tactics.
Continuously weaken the enemy; use combat as training to train more elite soldiers; recover more land, absorb more immigrants, and provide more resources. Isn't it wonderful to achieve three birds with one stone in this way?
Guo Dajing was not optimistic about Chongzhen's support, nor was he looking forward to it too much.
He has always insisted on taking the path of self-reliance, and now he has basically achieved his goal. He just needs some conveniences from the court.
That's right, war horses, this is the most important thing. Outside the border walls of Xuanda and Ji Town, there are various Mongolian tribes. It is very convenient to trade war horses.
Guo Dajing even planned to have Dongjiang Town finance the purchase, as long as the imperial court opened the door to facilitate it.
After this invasion, I believe that Chongzhen will see clearly the weak combat power of the Ming army in the mainland. In times of crisis, the Dongjiang Army can still be counted on.
Therefore, the request to build a dock at Qinhuangdao is expected to be approved, which will facilitate the Dongjiang Army to cross the sea again and relieve the crisis in Gyeonggi.
In this case, buying horses through Xuanda and Jizhen will have a more convenient and faster transportation channel.
Thirty thousand horses, at an average price of fifteen taels of silver each, plus shipping costs, five hundred thousand taels of silver is enough.
"Difficulties that can be solved with money are nothing." Guo Dajing pursed his lips slightly, showing a relaxed look.
It took a long time for the long marching team to calm down a little, but the excitement in the hearts of the soldiers and civilians had not yet been vented, and some were joking and discussing.
The officers rarely maintained order, with cheerful smiles on their faces, feeling the joyful atmosphere.
"Huang Taiji is the king of the slaves and the biggest official." Sister Wu had some knowledge after all. She explained to several women with a smile: "If he was captured alive by the Dongjiang Army and was taken to the capital, he would definitely be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
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Xiaoqin nodded vigorously and said: "The biggest official is also the worst and most powerful slave, right?"
Osmanthus smartly said: "That's for sure."
Sister Wu pursed her lips and smiled, without correcting her, and said: "Now, Jianu is really going to be doomed. Unexpectedly, General Guo used his troops like a god, setting up a dragnet and ambush from all sides."
"More powerful than Zhuge Liang." Another woman interrupted: "I heard that General Guo is also very good at fighting. He killed more than a hundred slaves."
Sister Wu did not doubt this and said: "Looking at the obedient appearance of those elite soldiers, you know that General Guo must be the most brave among the three armies."
The continuous idioms and modifiers made Xiaoqin and others envious. This is really knowledgeable. I must study hard in the future and know more four-character words.
Suddenly, Guihua touched Xiaoqin with her elbow, signaled with her eyes, and whispered: "Look, isn't that the savior you are looking for?"
Xiaoqin's heart skipped a beat and she turned around to look.
Yang Daman, with his arms hanging on his chest, was sitting on a horse-drawn cart, talking happily to the wounded in the same cart.
"Huang Taiji is a fat man who looks like a pig." The wounded soldier whose head was wrapped like the third brother from India vividly described, "Even if he rides a horse, he can't run fast. He deserves to be alive if he is caught."
Yang Daman chuckled and said: "Although Huang Taiji is fat, he is very fierce and is very good at riding and shooting. It is probably because he neglected his martial arts after becoming the Khan King."
"No matter how fierce Jiannu is, I can smash his dog's head with one shot." Another wounded soldier chuckled, "The heavy musket is really powerful, and it's useless even if he's wearing heavy armor."
"How long do you think Jianlu can keep jumping?" His head was tightly wrapped, but it did not affect his thinking. He said thoughtfully: "I think it will only be two years at most."
"Almost." Yang Daman jumped off the cart and said, "Brothers, come down and stretch your legs to avoid freezing."
Only one wounded soldier got out of the car. The others felt it and didn't feel worried, so they continued to sit in the car and chat.
"Hey, there's a little lady who's always staring at us!" The wounded soldier walking with Yang Daman raised his chin and said with a smile, "Why don't you go say hello?"
Yang Daman laughed and said, "Don't scare people. But there are orders, and anyone who dares to violate them will be severely punished."
"That's what I said." The wounded soldier looked back, smiled self-consciously, and said: "To say the least, we women from Liaodong are better, all of them can do it, unlike them..."
Yang Daman nodded repeatedly, curious in his heart, he couldn't help but turn his head to look in the direction indicated by the wounded soldier.
"Look over here, look over here!" Osmanthus reminded her tightly.
Xiaoqin's face felt a little hot, but she still cast her gaze bravely, and when she met Yang Daman, she showed a grateful and shy smile.
It looked familiar. Yang Daman blinked his eyes, turned his head, and frowned slightly as he thought about his memories.
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It is already December 18th, and in five days it will be the Stove God's Festival, which is the Little New Year. In twelve days, it will be the Spring Festival, which was called Zhengdan at that time.
In ancient times, people attached great importance to these festivals and had traditional and fixed ways of celebrating them. For example, the Stove God Festival is a very important festival, and every household has the custom of worshiping the Stove God.
But this year's festival atmosphere was not so strong. Although the Jianlu troops retreated and the Dongjiang army cut off the Jianlu troops' retreat, the outcome was still uncertain. The mood of the people in the capital was also depressed, and there was little joy.
In the tavern, although there were more drinkers than before, the topic of conversation was not far from Jianlu, and they were both concerned and worried.
He Guizhong flexed his hands and sat behind the counter. He rarely did any calculations, but rather listened to the discussions of the drinkers attentively.
"I wonder if the Dongjiang Army can intercept the slaves and snatch back those poor people?"
"I'm disgusted." The long-faced and small-eyed drinker sipped his wine gently and said with a frown: "Jiannu took a long detour to enter the pass, and the Dongjiang Army also trekked across the sea, so there shouldn't be too many troops."
Another drinker stroked his beard and said, "That's not necessarily the case. The Dongjiang Army occupied Zunhua first, which is a strong and strong city. There may be some advantages in waiting for work."
"A fortified city?!" The drinker, who was already blushing, laughed and said, "My dear friends, how long did it take for the Jianlu to attack Zunhua? It wasn't even a day."
"The defenders are weak and unprepared, which is different from the current situation! The fact that the Dongjiang Army can snatch Zunhua from Jianlu's hands shows that it is very powerful."
He Guizhong's eyes wandered and his brows knitted together.
He still believed in the combat power of his own army. In particular, relying on solid defense was still his army's strength. However, he was not very clear about how many troops came.
As one of the drinkers said, the troops for a long-distance attack across the sea are limited, and they should be able to carry very few heavy weapons. Thinking about it this way, it is hard to say whether our army can defeat the Jiannu whose morale is high.
Of course, based on his understanding of Guo Dajing, He Guizhong still believed that he was more certain of winning. But when the news didn't arrive for a day, he was always a little upset.
"Boss." Xiaocui walked closer at some point, and He Guizhong, who was immersed in his thoughts, didn't even notice.
Seeing Boss He raise his head and cast his eyes on her, Xiaocui said quickly: "The city is still under martial law, and there is not much food in the store. Why do we still need to give out porridge?"
He Guizhong blinked his eyes and said: "Since Tongzhou has not been captured by the Jianlu, there will be no shortage of food, and it will be transported into the city soon. Those people who are taking refuge are very pitiful, let's try our best to help. Two bags of food a day,
It can still hold up.”
Xiao Cui pursed her lips, looked at He Guizhong, and said warmly: "The boss is kind-hearted and a good person."
He Guizhong smiled to himself, waved his hand and said: "Go ahead and let the guys set up the pot to cook porridge."
Xiaocui nodded with a smile and turned around.
He Guizhong sat for a while longer, then got up and wanted to go back to the backyard. He was already upset, but listening to the random speculations of the drinkers made it even harder to calm down.
After walking a few steps, He Guizhong suddenly stopped and turned his head slowly, as if he heard something.
The sound of horse hooves rumbled from far to near, and there was also the sound of shouts and shouts. There were very few people who could ride horses in the capital, especially when it was still under martial law.
"Great victory in Zunhua, annihilating more than ten thousand enemies!"
"Great victory in Zunhua, annihilating more than ten thousand enemies!"
The shouts became clearer and louder. He Guizhong quickened his pace and ran to the door. He stared at the several knights galloping from one end of the street with wide eyes.
The drinkers also stopped talking, stood up one after another, or listened attentively.
Several travel-worn messengers shouted loudly from time to time and galloped past, heading towards the imperial city.
Winning, winning! He Guizhong clenched his fists, the depression in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't help laughing.
"Great victory, great victory!" Some drinkers shouted in surprise.
The already quiet tavern suddenly became noisy, with discussions, laughter filling the small space.
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Royal Palace.
At this time in previous years, everyone in the palace was busy preparing, decorating with lanterns and colors, to celebrate the New Year. But now, having just escaped from the tension and danger of the siege, the atmosphere was dull and depressing.
In the Qianqing Palace, Chongzhen was reading the memorial, but he seemed a little absent-minded, and showed an irritable expression from time to time.
Although the Dongjiang Army's surprise troops came out and captured Zunhua, cutting off the Jianlu's retreat, Chongzhen was not confident of a great victory.
He eagerly hoped that the Dongjiang Army and the King Qin Army led by Man Gui, Sun Zushou and others could attack from both front and back and defeat Jianlu.
However, Jianlu was raging around the capital, and King Qin's army suffered a disastrous defeat. The capital camp could only shrink and defend the city. These cruel facts gave Chongzhen a blow in the head and severely damaged his self-confidence.
As long as we can kill more Jianlu, preferably Qian800, we can salvage the morale of the army and the people, as well as the court's face.
Chongzhen dropped the ink pen, sighed heavily, and frowned tightly.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. I'm so happy, so happy." A sharp shout suddenly came from outside, and the sound got closer and closer, until it reached the palace door.