Zhang Fu and others did not live in Nanjing. When they came back from business and had no wives or children, they stayed with two close military ministers and asked their slaves to prepare a table of food and warm a pot of wine, and the three of them drank two cups of wine together.
He spent the evening in a cup. In addition to Xue Lu, who had been riding in front of him recently, there was also a general named Wu.
After drinking for three rounds, Zhang Fu mentioned the poem that the emperor had recited, and he couldn't help sighing. After hearing this, Xue Lu said with shame: "A few years ago in Changde, the general failed to wipe out the rebel bandits. Today,
Cause catastrophe."
The British Duke shook his head and said: "In the Battle of Yuanshui, it is reasonable for the army to be defeated. At that time, we did not understand Zhang Bandit, knew ourselves but did not know the enemy, and underestimated the enemy's advance. General Xue led an army of tens of thousands, all of which were local guards.
I have been ignorant of the soldiers for a long time, and now it seems that the chance of victory is not good. However, last year's battle of Jiujiang was somewhat regrettable."
Xue Lu said: "Last year, the imperial court mobilized hundreds of thousands of troops. The Duke of Guo ordered the troops to attack in three directions. The success was almost defeated. Why is it so far?"
"I'm afraid it can only be luck." Zhang Fu shook his head and sighed, "I also thought that victory was certain at that time. Although the Huguang rebels had sharp weapons and used evil tactics, I had already understood that; in any case, there were nearly a hundred thousand rebels at that time.
However, the surrender of the Han king in Jiujiang and the subsequent tens of thousands of new recruits in Wuchang cannot be compared with the elite officers and soldiers. The only people who are difficult to deal with are more than 10,000 real bandits. Our army of more than 100,000 people has trapped the real bandits in Jiujiang pills.
The land was impenetrable. The war dragged on for several months, and in the end we lost our troops and retreated without success... Looking back, only one of the results was beneficial to me, so why is it so?"
Zhang Fu fell into memories, "Zhu Mian mistook me. In the battle of Ewangcheng, the elite of the fifth military camp of Shenji Camp should not have been annihilated by Zhou Mengxiong's new army. Even though Zhou Mengxiong used his troops like a god, as long as Zhu Mian did not make mistakes, there would be no
There was such a result. It was clear that the situation was bound to win, and it was completely reversed; and the Datong elite soldiers and other troops who besieged the northwest corner that day, numbering 10,000 to 20,000 people, actually broke through in a single charge."
Xue Lu said: "There are rumors in the army, which affects morale before the battle. It is really strange that there are giant objects flying with people in the world. The general remembered that a strange thing happened in a village in Chizhou last year. The villagers caught a fish in the river.
Yu, actually spoke in human language, saying, 'The country is about to perish and monsters are everywhere', which frightened the village into chaos. I only dared to let the Jinyi guards take care of this matter. I don't know if it has been reported to the police..."
"It's better not to talk about this kind of thing casually." Zhang Fu quickly stopped him.
Xue Lu went on to say: "The general is daring, and the emperor seems to still have the intention to advance and pacify Huguang as soon as possible. Why does the Duke strongly recommend turning offense into defense? Why not take advantage of the overall situation of being surrounded on three sides to use troops against Huguang again? Today's people can take on this important task.
Who should I give up to the British? The gangster Zhang (the official does not recognize Zhu Wenbiao's clan lineage, and often uses his former name) was lucky last time, but how can he rely on luck to get through every time?"
Zhang Fu said coldly: "If the situation is still the same as before, how can I stand still? To put it nicely, it is surrounded by three sides, but I have secretly heard that the Mu family and Jianwen in the southwest are secretly colluding with each other, and I don't know how many people in Yunnan and Guizhou are standing by.
Looking at the fire from the shore, what would it be like if they really wanted to attack? The Sichuan troops who were ordered to leave Sichuan also looked as if it had nothing to do with themselves. They thought this was a scene of the Zhu family's struggle for the world outside Sichuan.
They had no intention of working hard; and across the Yangtze River, there were rebel battalions in Lizhou and Yuezhou on the south bank, making it difficult to cross the natural chasm for a while. Now it seems that only the east side where the emperor's court ministers are stationed has transferred elite troops from nine sides of the capital.
, together with the Nanjing camp, they are willing to fight; the rest are watching the limelight. How to encircle and suppress such a situation?
I can't explain it clearly in the palace, but Mr. Yang Ge should know it well, otherwise how can he second my opinion? Nowadays, we can only fight on land and water along the river. Since the Huguang rebels are building ships and want to go east, instead of working hard to attack far away, why not wait for work in peace and quiet.
A battle. If we can win this decisive battle, dampen the vitality of the rebels, strike later, and then take advantage of the victory to attack, it will be safer than underestimating the enemy and advancing rashly."
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Zhang Ning, who was in Wuchang City, rarely mentioned that battle after the Battle of Jiujiang. However, this was probably the most unforgettable experience in his life. Survival was a matter of luck, not human effort.
While preparations for the new battlefield were in full swing, he didn't seem busy. After some experiences, he understood better that sometimes it doesn't take all the hard work, but he must never stop.
So he returned to his old ways. He was never seen leaving early or coming home late, but he was always busy when ministers had urgent matters.
I heard that Xiao Qing set up a mourning hall for her father in a courtyard. The corpse could not be collected but could only be set up with a memorial tablet and mourning. Zhang Ning somehow took the time to pay his respects in person. An unrelated woman who wanted to help the assassins murder him seemed like
There is no friendship, probably for Luo Yaoniang's sake.
Accompanying him were Xin Wei and Chun Mei, who were responsible for guarding the area. They were all wearing cyan robes and plain white coats. Since they were not relatives of the deceased, they did not need to wear linen or mourning. They only hung a piece of black silk on their arms to express their condolences.
A white cloth was hung at the door, and the door was open. The servants welcomed the mourners in, and they saw some round paper money scattered in the yard. In the spring light, this scene added a bit of solemnity and sadness. This place is not the Yang Mansion, the Yang Family
Since he is a wealthy family and no one has died in his family, he will certainly not allow guests to hold funerals in his home.
The three of them walked into the mourning hall and saw that the funeral was extremely deserted. There were only two people inside, and only Xiao Qing was wearing hemp and mourning. She was wearing a white mourning dress tied around her waist with a hemp rope, and her delicate and delicate face was covered with tears. She was really a pear blossom belt.
Rain looks pitiful.
Luo Yaoniang obviously didn't expect Zhang Ning to come in person, and couldn't help but look at him in surprise. Because there was an inexplicable sense of mystery in the mourning hall, she naturally didn't say anything. Xiao Qing hurriedly knelt on the futon and knelt down to Zhang Ning, about
It was to thank him for coming to pay homage to my late father.
Zhang Ning didn't say anything. He first took some incense on the table, lit it on the candle, and distributed it to the other two people accompanying him. They bowed to the memorial tablet in the middle together, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner. After praying, he
Walking up to Xiao Qing, he said in a sincere tone: "I'm really sorry. Although I wanted to help, I was unable to rescue your father."
Xiao Qing choked up and said: "Little girl, I don't blame King Xiang. Thank you for coming to pay homage to my late father today... My late father was my only relative, but now..." After saying this, he started to cry.
Zhang Ning hurriedly offered words of comfort, his words were low but seemed to be born with tenderness and care, "You are not a bad person. Everyone understands your previous difficulties. Miss Luo will not blame you and will not ignore you in the future."
Luo Yaoniang listened, secretly wary of this guy having any evil thoughts, but his words were very pleasant to the ears, and no one could hear the slightest sense of lewdness or evil. It seemed that he was really
No matter what, according to the rules, parents must observe filial piety after their death, which does not take three years but more than twenty months. Xiao Qing is a filial daughter, and Zhang Ning cannot tempt her to do something against her conscience.
At this moment, Zhang Ning felt that the light in the main room dimmed slightly, and he felt that someone was coming to the door again. When he turned around, he saw a woman wearing plain white clothes, with a pillow on her back. Even if Ning has never actually seen it, he has seen it on TV. It is probably a kimono. Is this a Japanese?
Everyone did not act rashly for a moment, just to see what she was going to do. The woman's clothes had wide sleeves. She raised one sleeve to cover her face, and gently pinched the cuff with her other hand. She walked in cautiously with very cautious and delicate steps. As she got closer, she finally moved her sleeves away, and saw a pretty face, with big, bright eyes, and her lowered eyebrows looked very obedient and well-behaved. Zhang Ning understood at a glance that she was there not long ago. I had just seen a Japanese woman named Wangyue Hongying in the chamberlain's prison. The girl in front of me looked very similar. If I didn't look carefully, I would have thought that Hongying had escaped from prison.
"I heard that Miss Xiao's father was an immortal, so he set up his spirit here and came uninvited. I came here to express my condolences and ask Miss Xiao to allow me to offer a stick of incense to your father."
He is very fluent in Chinese, with a slightly unique accent. His pronunciation is not accurate but his enunciation is clear. He also has a good command of his speaking speed, neither too fast nor too slow. It should be a tone that can only be mastered by people with a very stable psychological quality.
The people who came to mourn were polite and courteous. The host had no reason to cause trouble in the mourning hall. Xiao Qing naturally did not refuse and asked her to offer incense in return. The atmosphere in the mourning hall suddenly became a little strange, and Xiao Qing stood up silently. To renew the candle, the kimono woman hurriedly went up to help.