Wang Pu in the late Ming Dynasty

Wang Pu looked at Prefect Chu, not understanding why this guy was sweating profusely. Was he afraid that he would kill him to silence him? But he was clearly an official appointed by the court, and killing him would be much more serious than speaking out of turn. Well, it seems that this guy is actually very afraid of death, so he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Prefect, why do you have the courage to let the disaster victims outside into the city? Aren't you afraid that these disaster victims will take the opportunity to rebel? Moreover, this move will offend people and will be very unfriendly to your career."

Prefect Chu didn't know why Wang Pu's thoughts were so divergent and he suddenly asked such an irrelevant question, so he had to reply: "I just want to save more money in troubled times. Besides, there is the Divine Armor Camp in the city, who dares to act rashly."

"Oh." Wang Pu finally understood that this guy didn't care about his career in the officialdom at all. He also saw that the Ming Dynasty was about to end, and no matter how high the official position was, there was no money to use.

Then this person can still be used, Wang Pu thought, and said: "Once this matter is done, I will reward you with a large sum of money."

Zhu Zhifu was overjoyed when he heard this. He did not care about the official position, but only wanted money. He ordered the yamen runners to search the whole government for Pu Jianan, and finally found him in a big wardrobe.

Pu Jianan was still cursing at this moment, threatening to report to the Censorate, saying that the military generals were domineering and bullying the scholars.

Wang Pu thought for a while and asked Chu Zhifu: "Is it better to make a big fuss about this case or keep it quiet?"

Zhifu Chu smiled and said: "If the old lady of the Pu family was not killed, it would be better to keep it quiet, but now, we can only make a big fuss about it, the bigger the better."

"Why is that?"

"If the old lady was still alive, she would definitely make a deal with me when we tried her beloved eldest son. We have to leave some room. But now, there is no room."

"Then I have an idea, a public trial, that is, find a large open space and let thousands of people watch us try, so as to show people fairness." Wang Pu smiled.

"That's fine." Chu Zhifu thought about it and thought it would be no harm.

The next day, Wang Pu took Chi Yinping and her servant and left Qizhou City. He did not dare to attend the public trial. After all, Chi Yinping made him feel guilty. When they rested at a small pavilion outside the city, the guards brought three people. It was Pu Zhen and his two servants.

When Chi Yinping saw him, her face turned pale. She was terrified by the murder she witnessed last night. Pu Zhen turned a blind eye to his wife and knelt down, saying, "My lord, my property is gone. You have to help me get it back."

"You definitely have no chance of getting the Pu family's property. I heard that several branches of the Pu family came out to testify in order to get more property, helping us to prove the case of Pu Jian'an's adultery. Now, the people who want Pu Jian'an to die the most are not only us, but also those people in the Pu family." Wang Pu smiled. It is conceivable how spectacular this public trial was.

Pu Zhen glanced back at the two servants behind him. If he had no property, these two servants would not be able to stay by his side. Without servants, he would be alone when he left his hometown to live in Datong. Wouldn't he be bullied again?

“But, I have an important"If you accept this task, you will be rewarded handsomely, at least you will be rich and prosperous for the rest of your life." Wang Pu said with a smile. Pu Zhen was a very smart man. With such a useful assassin, how could he not use him vigorously?

"Please, please make it clear, sir." Pu Zhen knew that the so-called very important task, or the one that could guarantee you wealth and prosperity for the rest of your life after the task was completed, must be extremely dangerous. But he had no other way out. In troubled times, even heroes would be tossed in water and fire, and life and death were unpredictable. For someone like him who had been living in luxury since childhood, he had no ability to protect himself and survive, so he could only suffer a life worse than death. In the end, maybe even his corpse would become food in the stomach of others, which was really a place to die without a burial place.

Wang Pu immediately pulled out the plan. Pu Zhen was stunned and said, "You are so generous. You can't see the old you at all. ”

At the beginning of the Ming New Year, the hungry tigers in the north finally couldn't hold back their urge to plunder. Huang Taiji personally led an army of 130,000, with Manggurtai as the vanguard, and marched towards Liaodong Town. The land of black soil, black mountains and black water suddenly became bleak, and even the wild rabbits seemed to smell the killing air in the air and hid underground. The flying eagles in the sky gathered together in the distance, circling densely and overlooking the flow of people with four-color flags rushing to the south, and in front of them, from time to time, there were panicked Ming army scouts rushing from the withered yellow and black and gray. The eagles have memory and wisdom. They can distinguish that the colors that escaped are the ingredients for the upcoming feast.

Under the half-built Dalinghe City, tens of thousands of craftsmen were only wearing simple brown clothes, carrying stones and pushing carts, like ants surrounding the battlements. A thousand Guanning Iron Cavalry watched from a distance. The craftsman Hong Chen only hoped that the meal would come quickly and take the opportunity to grab a seat with a brazier. , eat today's meal, and buy some wine by the way. He is a soldier in Xuanfu in the inner pass. He is not used to the strong liquor brewed by the locals. It hurts his throat and then his stomach. After drinking, he feels like he is shaking all over. However, in this cold weather, it is still time for strong liquor.

Thinking about finishing work, he couldn't help but look up and look outside. In the distance where people are surging, there is white mist. This is the smoke from cooking. It smells so good. Although it is far away, Hong Chen still feels a little warm. Working as a coolie in this ghost place, the salary is not in arrears. Thanks to the blessing of the emperor's teacher Sun, his family is still alive. In addition to enough food and clothing, the salary can even save a little. However, my younger brother should talk about marriage next year, and the cash on hand is still not enough to build a new house.

"It was agreed that one tael and five cents, but I was only given one tael and two cents, and the other three cents were gone. I actually want to thank them for their kindness. "Hong Chen glanced at the Guanning Army in the distance. These bastards withheld our money, ate meat every day and didn't train, and slept in the tent in broad daylight. It was really abominable.

"Hong Chen, what are you looking at? Get to work." Finally, the supervisor saw him and asked.

"Yes, yes." Hong Chen hurriedly put away his idle thoughts and muttered: If the Tartars come now, you guys are probably finished with your appearance. This is of course just a gossip. He is a veteran soldier carefully selected by Xuanfu and has seen the battle. He knows that although these bastards of the Guanning Army are not good, heThe war horses under the crotch of their scouts are all treasures. Such fast horses can run fifty miles in an hour. With such dense scouts, even if the Eastern Tartars attack, they can at least warn them two hours in advance, which is enough for them to escape to Ningyuan.

Suddenly, a whistling arrow streaked across the sky. This was the warning signal of the scouts. Hong Chen heard it clearly. He was stunned for a moment, but looking around, no one cared. He couldn't stop the work in his hands, but he was still thinking about the whistling arrow while working. Then, there was another whistling arrow, followed by continuous "wheezing". These whistling arrows were so dense that they could not be ignored.

The people around Hong Chen stopped their work. Everyone just looked north, and then the horns sounded and the drums thundered. Hong Chen saw billowing smoke and dust flying in the crowd.

"The Eastern Tartar army actually arrived at the same time as the scouts. This is not good." Hong Chen had only this thought.

This thought also lingered in everyone's mind, and someone shouted: "The Tartars are coming, run."

As if they were frightened sparrows, they fluttered and abandoned everything and ran. They ran to the south desperately. Hong Chen was among them. He didn't dare to look back, for fear that he would step on empty air and be trampled to death if he was not careful. However, veterans like Hong Chen who had seen battles were rare. Many people were panicked and tripped by stones or ropes on the construction site. Then there was a duck-like sound, which was the scream of the trampled people with broken bellies. Usually there was no follow-up after this sound, and these poor people were dead.

This Weicheng in Daling River was the most important part of the court's plan to use troops to attack the Eastern Tartars. Countless manpower, material resources and financial resources were poured into it. It was also strongly promoted by the emperor's teacher Sun Chengzong. A group of Donglin Party members placed their efforts on this fortress. Zu Dashou knew that he had no way to retreat. If he lost the city, the emperor would be furious. If the Donglin officials wanted to shirk their responsibilities, they could only find scapegoats. It was expected that his nine clans would be executed and their heads would be sent to the nine frontiers. Then he could only defend the city to the death. For the lives of his family and nine clans, he could not retreat even if he died. He put away his tears and laughed and scolded casually: "My sons, don't sleep. You raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a moment. Today is the time to fight. Let's retreat into the city. The Tartars have no siege equipment, so what can they do to us? Hahaha."

His laughter and scolding did have a miraculous effect. After all, these Guanning soldiers had fought many battles. They thought that with this city as a shield, the invaders must be the vanguard light cavalry of the Eastern Tartars. They would not dare to attack the city now. Let's chop them down. Therefore, the confidence of the soldiers doubled, and after a shout, they finally formed a formation in front of the Eastern Tartars cavalry.

Mang Gurtai saw that the Ming army's wedge formation was very neat, and there were many long spears and halberds piercing out densely. He knew that rushing forward would not bring him any good results. In order to compete with the Ming army's scouts, his men and horses were not wearing armor. The Ming army on the opposite side was a well-equipped elite army with iron armor. In addition, there were black holes on the top of the city not far away, which looked like cannon muzzles, and rows of them stretched out from the battlements. It would be a disadvantage to fight in this place. He shouted angrily and issued an order. The soldiers around him drew out the flags and waved them. The entire cavalry of the Eastern Tartars suddenly turned around.To the east, the artillery on the top of the Ming army fell into the air. After a burst of artillery fire, smoke and dust covered the fields. Unfortunately, after the smoke and dust were blown away by the north, it was found that there was almost no gain.

Seeing that the Donglu cavalry turned south again, Zu Dashou took a deep breath and ordered the whole army to line up and move closer to the Acropolis with a sullen face. He looked at the soldiers around him and found that everyone's face was livid and their lips were pale. The Donglu's preemptive attack, dodging artillery fire, and changing formations in an instant, they could only stare at these Donglu in a daze to cut off their retreat, and the whole army was chilled. Thinking of the large number of villagers doing business in the wild in the south, and the convoys that continuously transported various goods from the interior, it is estimated that it is difficult to avoid the Donglu cavalry's surprise attack in time. Among them are their relatives.

Fortunately, the government and the people had predicted that the Eastern Tartars would not sit back and wait for the Dalinghe City to be completed. They would definitely launch a large-scale attack when it was only half built. Therefore, the city was specially improved in design and the foundation was raised early. Although the city is currently a semi-finished product with only two walls, it can be overlooked when defending the city, which can be said to be easy to defend and difficult to attack. There are also a large amount of food and grass stored inside, as well as hundreds of cannons, thousands of muskets and other weapons for defending the city.

Wang Pu, the time traveler, silently produced a butterfly effect. These hundreds of cannons and thousands of flintlock muskets were not the kind of crudely made defective products in the past. Instead, the court spent a huge amount of national treasury to purchase fine steel from more than 100,000 iron shops across the country, and carefully selected 400 skilled craftsmen from various garrisons. It took a year to create qualified products. Because the materials and workmanship were both superior, they would not explode easily.

With these weapons for defending the city, Zu Dashou was quite confident. He ordered water to be poured from the well on the slopes around the foundation. The soil outside the pass in the cold winter instantly froze into ice. Looking at these masterpieces, Zu Dashou's tail was raised, and he said proudly: "If the Eastern Tartars dare to come, as long as we fight to the death, we will definitely succeed."

The soldiers under his command thought that this was also the truth, and their morale was restored immediately. They shouted in unison: We will fight to the death and we will definitely succeed.

At this time, the south of the city was in a mess, and the weeping of more than 10,000 Ming people was faintly heard from afar. Zu Dashou had to comfort himself: "They can die on the Liaodong front line. According to convention, the court will provide pensions." Having said that, he was still unhappy and turned his head away with a look of reluctance.

Mang Gurtai rushed into the fleeing crowd of Nanman craftsmen who were repairing the city, and fought to his heart's content. After a while, he was covered in blood. Then he stretched his muscles and bones, and laughed and scolded: "My sons, leave some of them. These are good slaves. Take them back and use them as cattle, and use them as sheep in times of disaster."

The soldiers of the Eastern Tartars were already accustomed to such scenes. They rode through the crowd and would deliberately put their knives flat to cut off the hair of the southerners, or use their knives to make a false move. If the southerner was so scared that he only knew to kneel down and beg for mercy, or was limp and unable to stand up again, he would generally let him go. If the southerner was not scared and paralyzed, he would immediately backhand and kill him with a knife.

Occasionally, there would be brave men among the southerners, such as the one standing in front of Manggurtai now.Hong Chen, holding a stone picked up from the ground, muttered: If the great Ming Taizu were still alive, how could you be so arrogant. The great Ming has produced heroes since ancient times, and there will be people who will avenge us.

Hong Chen's strange behavior finally attracted a dozen soldiers from the Eastern Tartar Army to watch. Manggurtai thought it was fun. His Chinese was far inferior to Huang Taiji's, and he could not understand what the southerner was muttering. He dismounted and picked up a southerner nearby. The southerner was covered in urine and tears, and he was no longer human. He asked: "What did he say."

"Big, big, spare my life, my king." The southerner just begged for mercy.

Manggurtai frowned and cut him in half with a knife. The blood drenched Manggurtai again. At this moment, the famous Eastern Tartar general was as red as a red demon. Under the slightly dim winter sun in the north, he only gave people an extremely terrifying texture.

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