Although Zhu Junyang was rarely swayed by his own demons, but he was full of anger, and his domineering air naturally leaked out. As the general of Zhenbei, he actually served as a vanguard officer, leading the soldiers under his command, killing all directions on the battlefield, and killing those Tartars until they cried for their fathers and mothers, and they were defeated.
The so-called Tartars are actually a collective name for some tough nomadic peoples in the north. Most of these horsemen are cavalry, with strong combat effectiveness, guerrilla and mobility, which makes the generals and troops guarding the north a headache.
When King Yang came for reinforcements, the generals of the Northland were very disappointed to see him young and unbelievably beautiful, thinking that he was just a son of the royal family who came to gild his military service. Ben didn't expect anything from him. But they were instantly slapped in the face, and a complete victory came. And only the troops brought by him were used.
Whether it's the private soldiers under the King of Yang County or the iron-blooded soldiers of the Imperial Guard Battalion, they are all good fighters in battle. Especially the private soldiers under King Yangjun are often tortured to death by their masters. Everyone has undergone special training and is extremely strong.
Among the troops brought over this time, there were thousands of cavalry, and most of them belonged to Prince Jing's mansion. Who in Beijing doesn't know that the richest person among the younger generation is the king of Yangjun who brought back dozens of boats of rare things from the west. Those exquisite clocks and watches, exquisite gemstones, dazzling enamel utensils... are sold at sky-high prices in Beijing.
Not to mention these, but the vegetables and fruits that have been released since the beginning of winter this year are enough for him to make a fortune. If you have money, do you still worry about not being able to equip your own private army? Not to mention a Mongolian horse, even the armor and weapons are extremely advanced. Those officers and soldiers of the imperial guard battalion who went to the battlefield together thought that the emperor was their "father", and their equipment was superior to that of other armies in Beijing, but compared with others, they were abused and turned into scum...
The private soldiers under King Yangjun, under the personal leadership of their master, are definitely in the lead and invincible. The Guards Battalion following behind could only mop up the tail and do the aftermath. Not to mention the original officers and soldiers on the border.
The king of Yangjun, who was holding his breath, used his brutal methods on the Tartars. In the first battle, he instantly killed the number one warrior among the Tartars and put his head on the battle flag. The private soldiers rode tall horses, rushing towards the terrified Tartars, like tigers coming out of the gate, they couldn't be stopped!
When the two armies confront each other, morale is of the utmost importance! Daming's side, as soon as they entered the battlefield, took the lead and suppressed the arrogance of the Tartars in an instant. The next battle was simply one-sided. Zhu Junyang not only won a complete victory, but also broke the rule of "the poor should not chase after him", forcing the opponent to retreat again and again!
Next, the Ming army took the initiative to attack and won victory after victory! And the few cities lost at the beginning of the founding of the country were regained in one go. The Tartars retreated to the depths of the grassland and sent envoys to seek peace many times.
At the beginning, the king of Yangjun did not accept the other party's peace proposal, and just chased the tartars to fight. Just when the leader of the Tartars was about to collapse and despair, he reluctantly received the envoy of the other party. The following negotiations are not within Zhu Junyang's scope of authority.
At this time, there was already a heavy snowfall in the north. Looking at the snowflakes fluttering like cotton wool, Zhu Junyang, who was wrapped in an ermine cloak, seemed to see that slender and lively figure running and jumping like an elf in the snow.
The winter in the capital is much colder than that in Tanggu. I don’t know if the little girl is hiding in a room with earth dragons or fire walls at this time, enjoying her weird snacks
Zhu Junyang, who was still thinking about Yu Xiaocao in the frontier, received a lot of precious skins from the hunters in the north. Firefox fur with bright color and excellent warmth retention effect? purchase! Pure color, soft and delicate ferret fur? purchase! Not to mention ermine, black fox, sable and the like, in short... buy, buy, buy!
In addition to fur, the North Land also has precious medicinal materials! The results of the experiment on Mr. Liu proved that his little girl's pharmaceutical skills are exquisite, and good medicinal materials can make better medicines. Therefore, never let go of century-old ginseng, millennium Ganoderma lucidum, century-old Polygonum multiflorum, etc.! To be rich is to be willful!
Counting the days with his fingers, the envoy of the negotiation finally ushered in, and also brought the emperor's order to return to the court. Zhu Junyang, who was eager to return home, braved the wind and snow, and led the army day and night, completely ignoring the complaints of his soldiers, and returned to the capital more than ten days earlier than expected.
Getting closer and closer to the little girl of his family, Zhu Junyang actually felt a little homely and timid. How is his little girl? Did he think of him as he thought of her? Did you have a good meal? Have you grown up? He had never experienced the conflict between excitement and apprehension in his life.
When the army returns triumphantly, they must go to the palace to "report on their duties". Suppressing the yearning for the little girl, Zhu Junyang entered the Golden Luan Hall with some resentment. In order to fear that Xiaocao would be worried, Manager Liu Fusheng was sent out to report to Yu Xiaocao that he was safe.
Yu Xiaocao listened to Mr. Liu's experience of suppressing the rebellion and aiding the border. He felt happy for King Yang, but was also afraid that Mr. Liu would report the good news instead of the bad, and concealed the injury of his master. She couldn't stay on Zhuangzi anymore, and wanted to see Zhu Junyang immediately to confirm his safety and well-being.
After patiently waiting for Manager Liu Fusheng to finish his tea and eat some snacks, Yu Xiaocao proposed to return to Beijing. Without further ado, Liu Fusheng picked up his cloak and walked out! Return to Beijing earlier, let Miss Yu meet the master earlier, the master must be very happy!
Leaving Xichun to stare at Zhuangzi, Yu Xiaocao rejected Wutong and Pipa's proposal to let her ride in a carriage, got on the horse, and drove away in the wind and snow.
Amidst the fluttering snow, a petite figure in a fiery red satin cloak rode on a steed with fur as bright as flames. The bright and gorgeous colors add a touch of warmth and bright colors to the cold winter evening.
The first snow in winter is not as dense as tearing cotton and wadding in the north, and only a thin layer has accumulated on the ground. But it did not affect the speed of the little red horse. The wind, blowing on the face, has changed from tingling to numbness, without any feeling. The hand holding the rein was as cold as ice. Yu Xiaocao didn't notice at all that she forgot to wear gloves and a scarf. The coldness of the body is not as good as the warmth that surges up in the heart. Going back to Beijing early and seeing him soon seemed to be the only thought in her mind.
Chief Manager Liu Fusheng, who tried his best to follow behind Yu Xiaocao, complained incessantly. Miss Yu, Master Yu, Miss Yu! You should slow down! The red horse under your crotch can compete with the master's Wuyun Treading Snow. Although the old slave's horse is very handsome, it is still far behind. No, the farther and farther he was thrown, he could barely see the back of the one who left in the dust.
In winter, the days are short and the sky gets dark earlier. The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and the visibility was much lower. Suddenly, in the dim twilight, under the barrier of flying snow, a tall and strong figure appeared in Yu Xiaocao's sight.
Even though the figure was so blurred that it was almost unrecognizable, Yu Xiaocao instinctively believed that it was the person she wanted to see!
The human figure grows from small to large in sight, from blurred to clear. Before Yu Xiaocao could see the man's face clearly, Xiao Hong under her crotch recognized the man's mount with the astonishing perception of animals, and let out a joyful and arrogant neigh.
The two horses are rare horses, one red and one black, two shadows, drawing closer quickly until they meet...
Zhu Junyang greedily stared at that pretty little face... pointed chin, big eyes, long and curly eyelashes, rosy mouth, and nose that was blown red by the cold wind. Seeing Xiaocao's face and hands exposed to the cold wind, Zhu Junyang couldn't help frowning.
"You... didn't you enter the palace to face the saints?" Yu Xiaocao's ridiculously big eyes sparkled with little joy. Looking Yangjun Wang up and down, he still asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Are you injured..."
Before she finished speaking, she screamed softly, her body was supported by a pair of strong arms, her buttocks left the saddle, and after regaining consciousness, she had already sat on the other party's horse and was embraced in a warm embrace.
A familiar, black and white rabbit fur scarf, with the warmth of that person, wrapped her small face until only a pair of black and white eyes were left. This scarf was hand-knitted by twisting rabbit fur and cotton thread into wool in her spare time. Originally, I planned to give it to my father or godfather. Who knew, after being seen by the Yangjun King, he snatched it away like a bandit!
Unexpectedly, this time he went to Beidi to suppress the rebellion, he would wear it with him. The unconscious little face was warmed by the warmth and softness of the rabbit fur scarf, and there was a sour look in his eyes. She sniffed, and there was his smell on the scarf. It was faint, but it couldn't be ignored.
In her previous life, Yu Xiaocao knew how to knit sweaters. When her younger siblings were in school, in order to save money, she bought wool and learned how to knit sweaters from her neighbors. Later, the conditions of the family improved, and the younger siblings also had their own jobs. The various woolen sweaters in the mall were better than those she knitted by hand, both in style and comfort. Then she stopped knitting sweaters for her younger siblings. After wearing it, I haven't touched wool and knitting needles for many years, and I'm a lot rusty.
This scarf for hands-on training is loose and tight, and the stitches are combed and dense. It is not considered a successful work, and naturally it cannot represent her level. In fact, she originally planned to knit one for him after she practiced it well. As a result, people didn't appreciate it, and directly took this "defective product" as their own.
"Why don't you have a scarf and gloves? Why are you going to Huangzhuang on such a cold day? What to do if you're freezing? There are so many veteran farmers in Huangzhuang, it's not like you can't live without you!" Zhu Junyang reprimanded softly In the middle, Yun is full of distress and reluctance.
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