Chapter 28: Bandits may succeed

From the capital all the way east to Shanhaiguan, the straight-line distance is only 600 miles. However, there are mountains and rivers along the way, so we have to take a detour, which takes about 700 miles.

Zhao Yu said goodbye to the prince at the east gate of the capital, put on his armor, mounted a war horse, followed a carriage with an iron cone behind him, led a hundred fine horsemen, and went straight to Shanhaiguan together with a team of fifty people to convey the order. And go.

During the march, Zhao Yu gradually also used military means. Although he was not born in the military, he had also read military books. That ancient military book was written by ancient sages. I have read the classics well and have not yet read them.

It’s just that I haven’t realized it carefully.

Now he leads a large force of soldiers and horses. Although it is not many, there is still room for practice.

In addition, the leader who commanded this elite cavalry had considerable marching experience and checked for Zhao Yu's mistakes. In just one day, Zhao Yu learned a lot along the way and had a plan for marching.

It was day and night, and when it got dark on the first day, there was no village or shop in front of or behind, so they chose to set up a simple camp by the mountains and rivers.

In fact, according to Zhao Yu's idea, he should travel day and night. It is said that soldiers are valuable and quick, and the war is urgent. How can we follow our usual habits?

But there was nothing to be done about the troops who came with the army to deliver the order, especially the eunuch, whose weak roots were like withered grass in the wind. He kept shouting for half a day, saying that he couldn't stand it. If you continue to travel at night, you may end up staying on the ground.

After all, this was an imperial envoy on behalf of the emperor. Although Zhao Yu was worried, thinking about the prince and the emperor, he had to endure it and not look good.

After setting up camp and arranging the night patrol team, Zhao Yu sat quietly and thought.

Marching and fighting is naturally a major subject. It doesn’t mean that everyone who has read the Military Book will become a general. Now that Zhao Yu has come down to join the world and is impressed by the prince, he has to put in some effort in this regard if he wants to do his best.

So I thought about what I had gained from marching during the day, gained a clear understanding, and kept it in my heart.

After reviewing it again, combining practice with the principles stated in the book, and corroborating each other, I gained a lot.

It is said that trusting all the books is worse than having no books at all.

Although ancient books are classics, time has changed and changes in the world have made the principles of the ancient sages not necessarily completely consistent with the current situation.

It's time to adapt to the situation.

Zhao Yu found the joint.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yu calmed down and began to move the energy and blood, not to mention the hard work.

This skill is the essence of Zhao Yu. Without this skill, Zhao Yu would not have been able to avenge him, let alone become the prince's guest.

And over the past ten years, martial arts has been deeply imprinted in his bones, becoming a habit within a habit that cannot be changed.

Even during the two or three days in the capital, Zhao Yu never relaxed at all.

At that time, Zhao Yu was transporting qi and blood to tentatively impact the spleen earth orifices, and understood its mystery based on the reaction of the acupoints.

Suddenly, a shout came from outside.

When Zhao Yu heard the sound, he stood up suddenly, grabbed the iron awl placed aside, and rushed out in two or two steps, when he saw someone approaching him quickly.

"What happened?"

Zhao Yu could clearly see that this man was one of the one hundred cavalry given to him by the prince.

"General!"

The cavalryman cupped his fists and said, "I just found someone wandering around, so I sent two brothers to check."

"what's the situation?"

"There are about twenty or thirty people in the woods over there, and they come with bad intentions."

Zhao Yu nodded slightly: "It was expected."

He added: "It's dark here, especially the safety of the imperial envoys, so it's not suitable to fight at night. Just wait and be on guard. If those twenty or thirty people don't come, ignore them. If you dare to approach the camp within a hundred steps, you will be killed without mercy!"

"But General, what should we do if these people have other intentions?"

"It doesn't matter." Zhao Yu's young face showed extraordinary maturity: "If there are only twenty or thirty people, there is nothing to be afraid of. You and the others are all elite riders, and ten people can kill them. If there are only twenty or thirty people, If you have other agendas, you should not move lightly. In the dark of night, you can't see clearly. If you are led away, the imperial envoy will suffer disaster, lose the imperial edict, and ruin the prince's trust, you and I will be guilty of a great crime."

When the man heard this, he was impressed and said: "I understand, General!"

So he turned around and left.

Zhao Yu glanced around, especially at the grove in the distance. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he turned back to the tent. But less than ten steps ahead of the tent, Zhao Yu paused his feet, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and revealed a sneer.

Then he strode to the tent, Shi Shiran opened the tent, and saw a person sitting in his tent.

This man looked arrogant and careless, sitting in Zhao Yu's original seat.

Seeing Zhao Yu come in, the man didn't move. He just smiled, touched a handful of eight-character Xu, and said: "I have heard about the reputation of Zhao Yu, the God of War in Liaodong for a long time. When I saw him today, he was not worthy of the name."

Zhao Yu glanced at him, stepped forward, and grabbed his collar. The man didn't react at all, and was thrown to the ground by Zhao Yu. With a bang, his mouth opened wide for a moment, like a fish out of water. , struggling to breathe.

Zhao Yu then sat down and said calmly: "You look gangster, you are not a good person. Tell me, who are you and why do you come to my tent? Are you one of your people in the woods outside?"

It took a long time for the man to regain his breath. He turned over and climbed up. He took a few deep breaths and said with fear in his eyes: "He is indeed the God of War of Liaodong. He is well-deserved. The villain Li Kaishan has been offended before."

Zhao Yu looked at him coldly, knowing that this man was afraid of strength but not others. He was indeed a gangster.

Said: "Say it."

Li Kaishan said: "I am the leader of King Chuang who refuses to take charge at night."

Speaking of this, Li Kaishan showed a look of honor on his face, and then said: "Now, on the order of King Chuang, I have come to invite the God of War to overthrow the decadent Ming court and establish a world where everyone has food to eat and clothing to wear." , enjoy the prosperous age of peace!"

When Zhao Yu heard this, he immediately laughed out loud.

Then he looked away and said with amusement: "King Chuang? Li Zicheng?"

He shook his head repeatedly.

"Then Li Zicheng is called a citizen, but he is just a beast." The look on Zhao Yu's face was extremely disdainful.

When Li Kaishan heard this, his expression suddenly changed: "Don't talk nonsense! Since King Chuang raised his army, he has killed corrupt officials, wiped out powerful people, and refused to pay for food. Which one of them is not a measure for the people?"

"joke!"

Zhao Yu sneered again and again: "You know that I don't know the nature of bandits like you? Especially leaders like you, you are all beasts! Looking at the gangster look on your face, I must have been a bandit before you met that Li Chuang. Come on? How dare a person like you be called a citizen? You are twice as thick-skinned as the worms in the court!"

When Zhao Yu came down from the mountain, there was a reason why he directly chose the Ming court instead of taking the so-called rebels into consideration.

Zhao Yu knows what kind of virtue the so-called rebel army is. Master Qingyun Taoist often lamented that the Taoist rebels were all man-eating beasts. Among them, there are dragons and snakes mixed together, and there are hordes of bandits. However, they hold high positions and shout for the people and want peace and prosperity, but their actions are no different from those of animals.

Every time they raised troops, they used swords and weapons to threaten and hijack the people. They also used the people as cannon fodder to attack the city and even ate human flesh. The place it passed was a hundred times more poisonous than the locust plague.

There was still some life in the place, but after the bandits wreaked havoc, it instantly became a piece of white land.

How dare you call such a cancer a rebel?

Li Chuang himself was doing better, but Zhang Xianzhong, for example, always killed someone without asking for a reason. You kill people when you are happy, you kill people when you are unhappy, you kill people when you think about it, you kill people when you don't think about it.

What kind of thing is this evil ghost? !

Even if the Ming Dynasty becomes corrupt and there are many corrupt officials, there will still be a wise prince like the prince after all. It’s not like there are no good officials among them.

Moreover, there is also the righteousness of the world, so doing things should be smoother after all.

No matter what, Zhao Yu would not choose to associate with these thieves. He disdains to associate with those in the imperial court, let alone thieves!

Zhao Yu stretched out his finger, pointed at Li Kaishan, and shouted: "I will spare your life today. Go back and tell Li Chuang and the evil ghosts who sacrificed the thieves. When I come back to mobilize my troops and attack Henan, you can just take care of yourself." Just offer the head on your neck!"

"roll."

The last glare made Li Kaishan's blood boil, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood!

What was shocking was that he was so frightened that he rolled out of the tent. He was blown by the cold wind before he came back to his senses. He didn't dare to show off, so he quickly disappeared into the darkness and disappeared.

In the tent, Zhao Yu closed his eyes and sighed.

He had read history and knew that the Ming Dynasty was now terminally ill. If it weren't for a prince who gave him a ray of light, Zhao Yu probably wouldn't have come to Beijing.

For the sake of filial piety, he found a woman in a remote mountain area, got married, and had a son, that's all.

But after all, the prince was special and gave Zhao Yu a very special feeling. When he first saw the prince, his instinct told him that if the prince can achieve something, he will definitely achieve it.

Only then will he follow the prince down the mountain.

Otherwise, he would have rejected the prince and gone to look for Hong Chengchou again.

There is a gap in this.

Following the prince has a completely different meaning than following Hong Chengchou.

Zhao Yu has his own area.

In the history books, there were so-called rebel armies in all dynasties and in the last dynasty. But there are only a few who can become true rebels and have saving the country and the people at heart.

The closest one is probably Taizu Yuanzhang. Taizu was born in the rebel army, but Taizu was not like other rebels in the past dynasties. He had his own rules and regulations, and he also had saving the country and the people in mind. Or like the Yellow Turbans at the end of the Han Dynasty and the Huang Chao at the end of the Tang Dynasty, the rebellions started by these people were actually cancers. It's very harmful.

And figures like Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong are even worse than Zhang Jiao and Huang Chao.

At least before Zhang Jiao started the uprising, he practiced medicine all over the world, saved many people, and had a good and virtuous reputation. And Huang Chao had his own reasons. After all, Huang Chao was also a scholar. He had some rules for marching and fighting, unlike the current thieves, most of whom were gangsters.

In Zhao Yu's view, all these people must be wiped out. Even if these bandits may eventually overthrow the Ming Dynasty, they may not be able to do so. Can gangsters succeed?