Chongzhen stood outside the south gate, watching the city quietly. When he could vaguely hear the movement of troops, he raised his hand to signal behind him.
When Song Xiance saw it, he hurriedly ordered the servants of the Song Mansion around him to open the wooden boxes neatly arranged in rows on the ground. At a glance, there were twenty boxes, all of which contained silver ingots of different sizes.
Looking at the white silver, Song Xiance's heart ached. These came from the cellar of the mansion and were his old silver that he had kept privately.
As the sound of footsteps in his ears became louder and louder, Jiang Xuan, holding a horse and wearing a helmet, arrived first, one man and one horse, followed by more than 200 cavalry leading the infantry. Apparently, he had just made arrangements in the camp.
All his war horses were equipped for his servants.
"Jiang Xuan, a humble servant, pays homage to His Majesty."
"No gift."
Chongzhen couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and take a look at the long queue in the distance. Generally speaking, it was quite orderly. Compared with the loose and loose soldiers in the impression, they were in much better spirits. Their daily hard work was not in vain.
After all, he is the tallest among the dwarfs. In terms of combat power, I am afraid he is still insufficient. The only advantage is that he is obedient, endures hardships, and has better physical fitness.
Although Chongzhen's selection and training of soldiers based solely on running circles seems a bit hasty, it is very consistent with the current strategic needs, that is, a troop that can run.
In order to ensure the marching speed and the physical strength of the soldiers, the infantry uniformly went into battle lightly. They were only issued a waist knife, a long gun and a cloth wrapper, and did not bring any supplies.
Chongzhen turned around and no longer looked at the queue, and said solemnly: "Do you remember clearly what I told you before?"
"Keep your humble position in mind."
"Before arriving at Hunyuan Prefecture, there is no need to cover up along the way and hoist my dragon flag."
After Chongzhen said this, Song Xiance gave Jiang Xuan a bright yellow dragon flag, "There will be someone to meet you when you arrive in Hunyuan Prefecture. I have prepared supplies and a local guide there."
"After that it's all up to you."
Chongzhen knew very well that the task he gave Jiang Xuan was almost fanciful. He imagined that three thousand infantry would march into the mountains more than a thousand miles away in ten days. This matter would definitely arouse laughter when heard by his opponents, fearing that the soldiers would be gone in just one day.
Escape completely.
But Jiang Xuan was extremely pure of heart, and he agreed without even thinking about it based on his seemingly ridiculous loyalty. This was also the biggest difference between the two brothers.
"I can't do much for you. I have prepared some money for the expedition and distributed it to the soldiers." After saying this, Chongzhen waved his sleeves and left. The soldiers seemed to be on a point of no return. He didn't know what to say and couldn't bear to say anything else.
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After Chongzhen left, Song Xiance quickly took Jiang Xuan's arm and pulled him to the wooden box.
"Master Jiang, Your Majesty has said that I will be responsible for the distribution of silver coins to the soldiers before they leave. What do you think?"
"Jiang is entirely at the mercy of Mr. Song's arrangements."
"Thank you, Lord Jiang, for understanding."
After speaking, Song Xiance distributed the starting silver to each soldier on the spot according to the share of five taels for each soldier. Everyone had enough money without any deductions, and the soldiers cheered for a while.
After the silver coins were distributed, there were still a few boxes left. Song Xiance immediately said that these belonged to Jiang Xuan and he could make his own arrangements.
Jiang Xuan repeatedly refuted this and said she didn't want it.
"Master Jiang, you are a bit pedantic, aren't you? How can you fight without money?"
"Can....."
Song Xiance pursed his lips and motioned Jiang Xuan to look around. He saw all the elite servants on horseback and armor looking at him with earnest eyes, and then he felt relieved. Just because he didn't need it didn't mean that the people below him didn't want it.
Jiang Xuan cleared her throat and said loudly to the servants: "I thank Your Majesty for the gift. You can take these and share them."
The servants were beaming with joy, and divided it up with three strokes, five by five, and two. They did not forget to thank the emperor, and shouted: "Long live your Majesty." When the foot soldiers saw this, they were all jealous, and they only complained that they were not servants. They all fantasized about their meritorious service.
of rewards.
Some people were excited and squeezed the heavy silver taels in their hands. They felt very at ease, only five taels! Long live the Lord is much more generous than Lao Shizi's Shangguan.
"Master Jiang, what about the leggings?" Song Xiance asked after seeing the banker.
"Jiang knows, please help Mr. Song to remind you."
"Okay, I'll take my leave now that this is over. I hope Mr. Jiang will succeed."
"It will definitely not disgrace the emperor's order."
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All the city gate rebels were originally imprisoned in the dank and cold prison. After a long period of torture, some of the spies on both sides confessed because they could not bear the pain. As a result, a series of spies were uncovered, and the rest
All civilians implicated in the incitement have been released.
The cell was filled with a stench, and the ground was muddy and mixed with bodily fluids. There should be a total of five people inside the prison cell, and they were arranged in the innermost cell.
These five people all came from Liaodong, could speak Chinese, and looked the same as the people in Guan Nei. Their ancestors were also Han people. However, since Liaodong was occupied by Jianlu, these Han people have become what Jianlu calls "the mud."
Worthy".
Several people were covered in scars, exuding a putrid stench, and were leaning in the corner of the cell in a state of confusion.
There were two guards outside Laowai who spoke, and every word was transmitted to the ears of everyone in the prison.
"Have you heard that Long live the Lord and the Chuang Army are negotiating peace, saying that they want to fight against the Tatar soldiers together?"
"Is there still such a thing?"
"Really? Does Chen Yongfu of Taiyuan know? He said that he wants to bring 50,000 people to help Datong!"
"Tsk, tsk."
The two of them came and went and talked nonsense. The jailer in the prison should listen carefully but with his ears straightened out. He should write down everything regardless of whether there is still a chance to get out.
After a while, the guard seemed to have walked away, and there was no sound in the corridor. Only the cold wind blew by and the cell door creaked.
With a "pop" sound, the cell door was blown open. Everyone was so shocked that they did not dare to move for fear of falling into a trap.
As a result, no guard showed up for a while, and the gate just stood open. The leader couldn't help but duck and walk to the gate, poked his head out and looked around, saw nothing, and waved to his companions.
A few people walked along the corridor to the corner, and saw a rest area turning left. Several guards were drinking around the table, enjoying each other's drinks, and no one paid any attention to what was going on here.
Looking towards the aisle turning right again, the door is also open, and the street is out.
"Xisse, is it possible that the Ming army is committing a fraud?" One of them spoke intermittently and asked the leader. The man didn't understand the situation, so he simply didn't care whether it was a fraud or not. It would be a dead end for him to stay anyway, so he ran away first.
Say it again.
After Jianlu Neiying fled hastily, the same scene played out in the cell where Chuangjun Neiying was imprisoned, but the content of the conversation between the guards changed.
"Cock, cluck." A rooster crows in the city. Chongzhen and Wang Chengen stand on the arrow tower next to the government office, watching two waves of black figures running out of the prison one after another and scattering among the houses.
"Your Majesty, it's a good plan. It seems the fish has taken the bait."
Chongzhen replied calmly: "No one can be fooled by such clumsy drama."
"That....."
"But there are also advantages to being clumsy. Let them go and send a message to Jiang Yu that the city gate can be opened."
"Yes, slave, I'll do it now." This chapter has been completed!
