Those great Song Zhongliangs, the civil servants who had surrendered, and the wealthy families who were still in Bianliang City... no one was spared. Even when the Yuan army was attacking the city at its most critical moment, they did not die so miserably.
Sven Yuanqi, the cultural context of the Song Dynasty, at this moment, suffered a catastrophe.
What Yuan Ting couldn't do, Liu Futong actually did it.
It is indeed a serious sin and cannot be tolerated by God!
As for Ming Dynasty, why was he so hesitant?
Why don't you do anything?
Don’t you want to restore China?
Without the great Confucian scholars like us, who would help you educate the world and restore China?
But speaking of it, these people still wronged Zheng Yuchun. He did some things, such as sending a hundred carts of quicklime to the city... The weather is getting hotter, but we must handle it properly, otherwise a plague will occur.
Not good.
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"This Zheng Yuchun is quite smart. He actually helped us get rid of a disaster." Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile: "He deserves a heavy reward!"
Zhang Ximeng rolled his eyelids and thought to himself that if Zheng Yuchun was rewarded heavily, wouldn't it encourage all officials to imitate "Humphrey"? Then the Ming Dynasty would be very lively in the future.
"My lord, it's better not to reward me openly for this kind of thing... If my lord is willing, why not give Zheng Yuchun a sweater knitted by my lord?"
"Give him a sweater?"
Lao Zhu was stunned and a little embarrassed, "We, what we knit may not necessarily fit."
"Don't worry, whatever size your lord can weave, Zheng Yuchun can wear it. I'll have someone send it over right away. Zheng Yuchun guarantees that he will be satisfied."
More than just satisfaction?
I really want to thank Zhang Ximeng’s eight generations of ancestors...this reward is so awesome.
The iron coupons of the alchemy book and the gold medals for immunity from death only represent the emperor's orders.
But this sweater was knitted by Lao Zhu stitch by stitch. If it is kept at home, it can be kept as a family heirloom. Or in a few decades, it will become a special national treasure of the Ming Dynasty.
It is definitely much more valuable than a death-free gold medal, and much safer.
After talking about Zheng Yuchun, Zhu Yuanzhang thought of Liu Futong again, and sighed slightly: "It is not too late to repent before dying. I just remembered that at the beginning, he talked to us about the heroes of the world, and thought he was a hero. In the blink of an eye, ten years later
, but he is leaving, and our hearts are still empty."
Zhang Ximeng pondered for a moment, and then said: "Liu Futong fought against the Yuan Dynasty for ten years, made three expeditions to the north, and made great achievements. He really shouldn't have been allowed to die like this. If we could be more generous, we could send him to Korea or other places to take care of him."
Han Lin'er is also good."
"Hahahaha!" Lao Zhu suddenly laughed, "Sir, your idea is good, but it's a pity that you can't do it!"
Zhang Ximeng frowned slightly. Could it be that Lao Zhu didn't want to let Liu Futong go, so he had to get rid of this serious enemy?
No, this is not Lao Zhu's style, at least not Lao Zhu's style at the moment... "My lord, are you worried about Liu Futong and unwilling to bow your head? Would you rather surrender than surrender?"
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, "Since Liu Futong can say that he is the only one in the world who is a hero, he will not bow to us. He will kill all the messy people and then die in style. At least in his opinion,
He is a hero like the Overlord of Chu, who will die without regrets."
Zhang Ximeng pondered for a moment, deeply convinced.
This is what Liu Futong, who took the lead in raising troops to fight against the Yuan Dynasty, made three expeditions to the north and almost destroyed the Yuan Dynasty, could do it.
A man lives innocently and dies cleanly.
The theory that he and Xiao Ming Wang were sunk into the river and drowned seems worthy of scrutiny... In comparison, Zhang Ximeng is more willing to accept the theory that Liu Futong died in Anfeng.
A great hero should die a great hero's death.
"My lord, since Liu Futong is ready, why don't you write something for him?"
Zhu Yuanzhang was slightly startled, "Sir, it seems he is better at writing than I am?"
Zhang Ximeng said with a smile: "I can write a eulogy only after Liu Futong's death. During his lifetime, he seemed to be more willing to get the lord's evaluation. In any case, Liu Futong also regarded the lord as his opponent, so you are on par with each other!"
Lao Zhu was quite pleased when he heard this.
It's just that Lao Zhu was not sure what to write for a while... He pondered again and again, picked up the pen, and pondered for a long time before writing a line:
The first righteousness shocked the world.
After Lao Zhu finished writing, he glanced at Zhang Ximeng, and Zhang Ximeng gave him a thumbs up. Zhu Yuanzhang was in a good mood, and immediately wrote the second sentence: Pride shocks ancient and modern times.
After finishing writing, Lao Zhu smiled and said: "What do you think, sir?"
Zhang Ximeng nodded, "Liu Futong followed Han Shantong in the uprising and was the first to raise the banner of this round of red scarf uprising. He deserves to be the first to be righteous. His three-way northern expedition has penetrated Changhong. It is indeed unprecedented. My Lord, these two sentences are right.
Liu Futong has the best praise. But it won’t be long before the truly larger-scale Northern Expedition comes, and that’s when the whole world celebrates and rebuilds China!”
Zhang Ximeng said with confidence, without any hesitation anymore.
Just when Xu Da conquered Yifeng and Chang Yuchun drove his troops to Kaifeng, the situation on the entire battlefield changed again.
Chahan Timur had already retreated the Chinese army to Huaiqing, north of the Yellow River.
At the same time, layers of defenses were built between Zhengzhou, Xingyang, Gongxian and Luoyang to block the Ming army, especially to prevent the Nanyang Ming army and the Eastern Ming army from joining forces.
It seemed that Chahan was still struggling. He gave up on Kaifeng and retracted his troops to the west, as if he had withdrawn his fist. If the Ming army came over, they would be decisively attacked by him.
But Lao Zhu saw through this at a glance. If this was really the plan, why not put the Chinese army in Luoyang?
In that case, Wang Baobao may be encouraged to attack Shaanzhou with all his strength... Once Shaanxi Province is lost, Li Siqi's army will leave Shaanxi and join Chahan, and there is still a slight chance of victory.
But the problem is that Chahan placed the Chinese army in Huaiqing, which revealed his speculative plans.
If he can stop the Ming army, seize Shaanzhou, and join forces with Li Siqi, this is the best, and he will fight Zhu Yuanzhang to the end... If that doesn't work, he now places his troops north of the Yellow River, and can escape if necessary.
"The leader and the mouse are at both ends, hesitant to decide. Chahan is definitely no match for us!"
Lao Zhu concluded with one word that Zhang Ximeng could see clearly that this was indeed the situation. But he did not mean to despise Chahan too much. After all, behind him were Polo Timur, Emperor Yuan of Dadu, and
The ambitious crown prince.
Chahan Timur seemed not to want to lose all his chips at once.
"Lord, since Chahan is hesitant, we should take the opportunity to act more decisively and strive for greater results... It is best to annihilate all of Chahan's hundreds of thousands of people and eat them in one bite!"
Speaking of this, Lao Zhu also pondered slightly... Although from the beginning, they had formulated a plan to annihilate Chahan... but in the actual implementation, the Ming army was still quite restrained.
The rice should be eaten one bite at a time, and the net should be collected bit by bit.
When faced with a huge school of hundreds of thousands of fish, it is acceptable for some to escape.
Attacking Shaanzhou, storming Yifeng and other places, and relieving Kaifeng... This set can only be regarded as the first stage of the war. The Ming army overfulfilled the task.
Chahan Timur further reduced his troops, and the conditions for a decisive battle with the main force became more and more mature.
How to fight next is full of knowledge.
"We still let Chang Yuchun and Xu Da go upstream and attack Zhengzhou. We are afraid that they will defeat the Yuan army and fall into Chahan's plan. He hopes that we will attack little by little so that he can delay time and wait for the opportunity.
"
Zhang Ximeng nodded vigorously. He also admired Lao Zhu's vision, and he had indeed accurately calculated Chahan Timur's mentality.
Just because you understand it doesn't mean you can crack it.
"Lord, I see that Chahan Timur will never cross the river. It is impossible to have a decisive battle in Henan. We can only fight in Hebei. However, Chahan has many cavalry and he wants to escape. We are really
It’s hard to intercept.”
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled slightly, "Sir, you only saw one layer, but you didn't see more of the mystery... This is what you need to work hard on!"
Zhang Ximeng lowered his head. Does he need to work hard in this direction?
No need at all!
"My lord, what do you have in mind?"
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said: "Although we look down on Chahan, we also know that he will not return north in a hurry. If it really breaks down thousands of miles, Chahan will be finished. We might as well anger him and make him have to fight. And we have to
Let him mistakenly believe that he has a chance of winning."
Zhang Ximeng was stunned, this operation was difficult.
"Lord, what's the plan?" Zhang Ximeng asked curiously.
Lao Zhu took the map and placed the flag representing Mao Gui in Handan with a smile.
Then he placed Hu Dahai's flag on Shangdang... Zhang Ximeng understood almost instantly that Lao Zhu wanted to cut off the Yuan army's return route to the north, creating a closed-door situation and forcing Chahan to fight.
"My lord, Hu Dahai is the reserve force of the entire army. If he is allowed to seize Shangdang and cut off Chahan's return route, then who will deal with Chahan? Is it just Xu Da alone?"
Zhu Yuanzhang laughed loudly and took Chang Yuchun's flag from Henan to Hebei. Then he put his flag together with Xu Da's flag and sent it directly to Huaiqing...
Zhang Ximeng took a deep breath, his expression changed again and again, and he couldn't help but sigh: "My lord is planning to bluff and deceive Chahan. In this way, the chance of winning the decisive battle will be greatly increased... But once Chahan realizes that we are empty in Henan,
If we take the opportunity to counterattack, I'm afraid there will be problems."
Zhu Yuanzhang pondered slightly, "What you said is good, but we have to ask you, Chahan has withdrawn his troops from Hebei. Does he really have the courage to attack cities and territories in Henan?"
Zhang Ximeng said helplessly: "My lord, I can only say that it is possible. After all, things are changing rapidly on the battlefield!"
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled, "Yes, it does happen, but this is the consequence we have to bear... In fact, this idea was proposed by Xu Da."
Zhang Ximeng was surprised again. As expected, he is not afraid of deception. Not only Lao Zhu, but even Xu Da cannot compare with him... What else can he do except choose to believe?
Anyway, if the sky falls, you don’t have to hold it up yourself.
Of course Zhang Ximeng continued to knit sweaters... and just when the emperor and his ministers decided on the strategy for the second phase, the text written by Lao Zhu was also sent to Liu Futong.
"The first righteousness shocked the world, and the heroic spirit shocked the past and the present."
Liu Futong nodded slightly. With these words, future generations will not regard him as an ordinary thieves. Liu Futong looked up to the sky and sighed: "What a Zhu Yuanzhang, he is more courageous than me! It's a pity that I can't watch you on the Northern Expedition. Dadu, China has been restored. I, let’s go!”
After saying these words, Liu Futong drew out his sword and wiped it hard on his neck. Blood surged and his body slowly fell down... Just as he was dying, there seemed to be crying.
Regardless of the blood, Han Lin'er hugged Liu Futong's body and cried loudly.
"Uncle, don't go, uncle, don't go!"
Hearing the title of uncle again, Liu Futong had no regrets anymore, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he died with his eyes closed...