Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Yilibali is currently the only place where Daming is constantly fighting. During this period, some people objected, saying that the blood was constantly bleeding there for no benefit, so it is better to give up.

But the military will not give up, nor will the emperor give up.

This is where Daming keeps his sense of touch. Daming needs to keep abreast of the movements of Harleh and the meat fans.

Even Tessie's movements can only be obtained from here.

Every time I tried to send the news from inside, the Five-Army Dudufu always discussed it.

"The coalition has stopped strangling us in Yili, everyone, this is not good news."

Meng Ying said that it was not good news, but there was more excitement between her brows.

A group of generals are excited.

The intelligence in Meng Ying's hands said: "The coalition forces must not dare to suddenly stop confronting Daming in Yiliba, so this is the news, they are ready to go!"

"They are getting ready!"

Zhu Zhanji raised the memorial in his hand with a flush of blush on his face, then stood up and said, "Who has any objections?"

Today is the Bachelor of Auxiliary Administration. Yang Rong is the first to say: "Your Majesty, it is also important to make a difference. If any party retreats, it means surrender, so the coalition forces will not retreat, minister..."

He remembered the war that year. He always thought that a war of this scale would never happen again.

But now the performance of the coalition forces is telling Daming: Come on, attack!

"They don't like to attack fortified city."

After Yang Shiqi and Jin Youzi left here, Yang Rong was the only one who was proficient in the military.

This is also the basis for the subsequent tragedy.

At that time, without these veterans, Daming had no one to lead the army! Can provide the king with strategic planning.

Therefore, Huang Huai and Yang Pu could only watch Yang Rong singing a one-man show awkwardly.

"So this is their hint, indicating that we will either attack, or we will give up and try our best, and even include more places, such as the former turf."

Yang Rong’s analysis was praised by Zhu Zhanji. He nodded and said: “Xueshi Yang’s words are not bad. Since they dare to let go and do their best, then they must have gathered a large number of troops in Samarkand. If the Ming does not move, then They will attack, harass the border wall, clean up all forces along the way, and they will soon expand again."

"Speak everywhere, start to be on guard, and keep on sentry to check the movements of the coalition forces!"

Zhu Zhanji is not a greenhouse flower that has never been to the battlefield, he even almost died on the battlefield.

So no one dared to question his arrangement, at least not yet.

"Practice, prepare all kinds of baggage."

Zhu Zhanji's command is very short, but after it is communicated, it will be broken down and transmitted level by level.

But war is not simple. First, you have to figure out the enemy's movement and scale, then guess their purpose, and finally decide how to respond.

Before resigning, Yang Rong said: "Your Majesty, there will be many political affairs from now on. Will you make up for the vacancies?"

Outsiders listened to these words without thinking, but all those present understood it.

Zhu Zhanji said blankly: "I see."

Yang Rong and others retired and left the Nuan Pavilion, Huang Huai said, "Jin Youzi has been here for a few days."

Yang Pu glanced at Yang Rong, saw that he was not angry, and said: "Everyone feels the same way, but the affairs of the country wait for no one!"

Huang Huai looked into the distance and said lightly: "This official knows, it's just that some rabbits and foxes are sad."

Yang Pu felt that Huang Huai was sometimes too impulsive, so he persuaded him: "We all visited in the past three to five times, and we had all our hearts to do. Everyone has the sadness in private, but..."

He touched his slightly bulged belly and sighed, "Who is not old?"

Birth, old age, sickness and death are laws, but Jin Youzi refuses to obey this law.

He hates God for not giving himself more time, and what he hates even more is that no one goes to Confucianism.

He was writing a letter, and Kim Zhao-un supported him behind him. There was almost no meat in the place he touched, all bones.

"Father, take a break."

Uncle Jin Zhao listened to the thin breathing, feeling sad.

"What are you going to do?"

Jin Youzi's voice was slightly hoarse, accompanied by a gasp, as if he would cut off his breath in the next moment.

He finished writing the letter with difficulty, and said, "Make two copies of this letter, one for Yang Rong, and one for Yang Shiqi. You should keep the original and show it to them if you have the opportunity."

Kim Zhao-un understands this so-called timing. He was about to lie down with his father, but Jin Youzi said, "Prepare..."

His face flushed, and Kim Zhao-un's heart became cold and he said, "Father, you can still..."

Jin Youzi suddenly smiled and said, "Idiot, leaving at his father's age can be regarded as dead. His Majesty Zhaozhong often sends people to take care of him. In this life, I will be satisfied with this..."

"Master, someone from the palace is here."

Jin Youzi said, "Please come."

He could no longer come out to welcome him, and it took only a few days to sit on the bed calmly from being frightened and frightened.

He knew that he was dying, and the life in his body was constantly passing by. If there was no concern in his heart, he would not be able to hold back today.

"Father……"

Four other sons came in outside.

Jin Youzi nodded and said, "Don't talk later."

Several sons agreed, and one of them glanced at Jin Youzi, and said with some anxiety: "Father, Your Majesty is kind..."

Jin Youzi looked at him with a flash of anger on his face, but finally turned into kindness: "Want to write a letter to your majesty for your father?"

Several sons bowed their heads, and Jin Youzi shook his head and said: "Turn public into private, this is not a gentleman, if you do, you will be ashamed of your father and buried in your hometown!"

Someone came in later, but it was Hu Ye.

"Why is Lord Jin like this..."

Hu Hui didn't expect Jin Youzi to be so skinny that he lost his shape. Jin Youzi smiled and said, "This is the number of fate, so why should Master Hu be surprised."

Only then did Hu Ye know the profound meaning of Zhu Zhanji's sending him here.

"Your Majesty is thinking of you, so that you can rest and recuperate. And..."

Hu Hui glanced at Jin Youzi's sons, and said, "Master Jin, the noble son looks extraordinary, so he should serve the country."

Jin Youzi shook his head and said, "By ability."

Hu Ye wanted to persuade him again, but Jin Youzi's eyes became brighter, and he asked, "But is there a major event in the court?"

Hu Sui's biggest purpose is to ask Jin Youzi, the five sons in the family, which one do you want the emperor to make.

But Jin Youzi refused directly, and he had to talk about the affairs of the DPRK.

"That's a temptation. The rider on the Hami side will suffer."

When he heard that the coalition forces suddenly gave up entanglement with the Ming army in Yilizhuli, Jin Youzi pointed out the key point ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ which made Hu Ye admire him.

Jin Youzi gasped for a few moments, and Jin Zhaobo quickly brought him tea to drink.

He took a break and said: "Tell your Majesty that the Taisi people are afraid of being beaten by the Ming on the waterway, so they will encourage meat fans and Harley, and even give a lot of benefits. This time they move, the army is bound to be mighty, first Step is definitely going to be stationed in Yiliba, and then looking for opportunities to fight Da Ming decisively..."

He said so much in one breath, his complexion got worse.

Hu Su persuaded: "Master Jin, rest and rest."

Jin Youzi shook his head, a sharp color flashed in his eyes, and said: "If Daming shouldn't, then the outside of the wall will no longer be owned by Daming, and it will even endanger Nuer Gandusi. Therefore, they are sure that Daming will come out, only when to leave the wall. , Where to fight them decisively, these all require temporary decisions... the minister..."

He leaned on Uncle Jin Zhao's shoulder, his eyes gradually staring at the void.

"Master Jin!"

Seeing his golden face, Hu Yi couldn't help shouting: "Go and call the doctor!"

Jin Youzi gasped for a while, and then said, "No need."

He leaned on the shoulder of the eldest son and looked at the void: "Tell your majesty, this battle should not be eager..."

Hu Ye nodded in response.

"Be careful... those on the grassland... they are like wild dogs, they will smell the blood, and they will join them if you are not careful..."

When he talked about this, he was so angry that Hu Yi was shocked, and hurriedly asked: "Does Lord Jin have anything to explain?"

The important ministers will leave suggestions before they go, and most of these suggestions will be respected by the emperor, and they are also their political legacy.

Jin Youzi looked down at Hu Su, smiled slightly, and said: "Jin's death is not regrettable, and he is ashamed that he can't repay the emperor Sheji...There is no way to repay the people..."