As the road was bumpy, Yang Rong felt that his butt was no longer his own. He looked at the pass that only allowed one car to enter and exit, and sighed: "It's too long, and now there are no foreign enemies, so we should reduce it by one or two."

"Mr. Yang, this place is known as the Iron Gate Pass. The terrain is dangerous and it is guarding the gates of the capital. It is not easy to reduce the number of troops."

The defender was very tough and fought back against Yang Rong's theory of reduction.

"A Juyong Pass, plus Gubeikou here, Shanhaiguan and the capital's three major gates, but now the enemies on the grassland have long been destroyed, so we should not have stationed heavy troops in Xuanfu and other places."

Wen Fang said this. In the middle of winter, he only wore two single clothes, his face was rosy, and he looked like a god.

The guard general said coldly: "The line in Gubeikou is between the mountains. If the enemy crosses here, Beiping will be shocked overnight. Who will take the responsibility? Are the warriors?"

Since the civil and military dispute broke out, the relationship between the two sides is now very stiff. Even if the chief assistant Yang Rong came to patrol the border with the order, no one still bought it.

Wen Fang was inexplicably drawn into the border patrol team by Zhu Gaochi. He regarded himself as a "military supervisor" along the way and pointed at him from time to time.

Yang Rong nodded and said, "Open the door, I will go out and have a look."

The guard did not persuade him, and asked someone to open the door and said, "Mr. Yang, we have few troops here, so let's send a hundred households to lead the way."

Yang Rong was ordered to patrol the border and led his army, a thousand-household office, so he nodded and said, "There is no threat to the Oirat and the Tatars, and there is no obstacle."

The guard general hid and sneered: "Mr. Yang, after Halie's defeat, the remaining defeated generals have been wandering around, often raiding caravans and supplies. It is best not to go out."

Yang Rong said: "The tender grass did not grow at this time, and they came out and died."

"They are wolf!"

The guard general just added this sentence, as for whether Yang Rong believes it or not, it is not his business.

When Yang Rong led the team out of the pass, the guard scolded: "Damn it! Those defeated Halie wandered on the grassland like a lonely ghost and were swept away many times. Although there were not many people left, they were all wolves. If they were raided, those thousand people would be useless!"

"Sir, it's too cold this day. Those defeated soldiers should be hiding in a certain tribe at this moment!"

Although the Tatars surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, the tribes below were not the same.

After Zhu Di went, before Zhu Gaochi made a decision, the Ming army could not carry out a sweep of farther places, and could only temporarily maintain security within a range centered on Xinghebao.

As for other places, according to Zhang Fu, they were asked to fight, fight with Halie's defeated soldiers, and after finally forming a force, they would send troops to clear them out. This saves time and effort.

...

"Mr. Yang, there is nothing good to look at when we come out of seclusion!"

Wen Fang felt that Yang Rong was just making trouble, "Those defeated soldiers had already fled far away, and this was the dead grass."

Looking around, there is a withering tillage all around.

Yang Rong didn't like Wen Fang, so he frowned and said, "The patrol officer always comes out to see it. If you don't see, how do you know if they are lying?"

An official who accompanied him also said: "It's cold and the scouts on the side wall are unwilling to come out. We must see for Your Majesty. If you find out the enemy's situation, you can report it to Your Majesty."

A battle between civil and military affairs!

Wen Fang is not a fool, and he instantly knew what Yang Rong and others meant.

This time we are here to find faults, so don’t be lazy. If you can’t find any problems in the side wall, then let’s find them. It’s impossible to return to Beijing in a friendly manner!

Wen Fang had a sneer on the corner of his mouth. He didn't care about this, but just stared at Yang Rong and others' every move. If there were any mistakes, he would report to the emperor in private when he returned to Beijing.

All the way out of the mountains and looking at the endless grassland, some people in the team began to recite poems.

"Sir, there is no sign of victory."

The thousand-house officials came over and reported.

Yang Rong nodded and said, "It seems that the defeated troops have not come out, so let's follow the way and return to Beijing from General Shi."

The Qianhuguan said in surprise: "Mr. Yang, you need to rush forward like this, and you must be camping outside today."

Yang Rong nodded and stopped talking.

He was recalling the last Northern Expedition and finally turned into a sigh.

"Sir, let us patrol the border during the holidays. What does your Majesty mean?"

An official asked quietly.

When Yang Rong saw the dissatisfaction in his eyes, he frowned and said, "What does it mean to do things for you? Is it necessary to make the season for patrolling the border? When we patrol the border, we can celebrate the New Year in the capital safely. This is an important task. Do you understand?"

Why!

Yang Rong was talking about the important task, but he was a little worried.

From the moment of the change of the era, Zhu Gaochi seemed to have been transformed, jumped out of Yonglenian's condom, and completely jumped out of the role of Prince.

This is to rule the world!

Thinking of Zhu Gaochi's faint words, he was not in good health and had to lead a team to patrol the border. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Yang Rong's mouth.

Wu Xun gradually stopped, and was resting as Zhu Gaochi said. They were preparing to inspect local garrisons and send people to inspect and inspect.

This is an attempt to preserve combat effectiveness.

The civil servant was beaten by Zhu Gaochi and kept moving around every day.

Thinking of the result of the Fuzhou/Jianguan forced the people to escape, Yang Rong's eyes were a little confused.

kill!

Zhu Gaochi's cold decree all lost his heads, and he hung his head outside the city gate, reminding the officials every day.

I am not a monarch who can be deceived, and the people are not a ruthless people!

Zhu Gaochi suddenly showed his tough side, which disappointed the civil servants.

They hoped to get the respect and trust of the former Song instead of obeying the killing.

Can……

But after Ma Sheng's test, Zhu Gaochi's attitude changed.

He no longer trusted the civil officials as much as before, but chose to return to his suspicious identity as the emperor!

"So anxious!"

Yang Rong felt that most civil officials were too fucked and wished that they could slap the martial arts who had just made great achievements to the ground, and it would be better to step on a few more steps.

"Sir Yang, why are you anxious?"

Wen Fang came over again without dissipating and asked in a silence.

Yang Rong ignored him, and Wen Fang put himself in the position of military supervisor, and Yang Rong was just disdainful of this.

This is a guy with a brain problem with the scattered server!

Zhu Gaochi would not use such means to monitor and warn Yang Rong. He just felt that Wen Fang was not down-to-earth in strategy, so he drove him out to see it.

Wen Fang saw that Yang Rong did not answer, and said angrily: "Mr. Yang, there are many mountains here. If those defeated Halie hid in a valley, we will be finished if a surprise attack occurs."

Yang Rong finally couldn't help it and shouted, "I followed the former emperor several times in the north. Unless it was ambushed in advance in this season, where would the ambush come from? Can they still hide in the mountains and make a living by hunting?"

Wen Fang turned his head reluctantly and said, "Isn't it okay?"

Yang Rong, a military ignorant, disdained to argue with him. An official wanted to please him and said, "If they hid in the mountains, once they were discovered, they would just block the exit and they would be surrounded and killed."

Wen Fang knew that he didn't understand military affairs, but he refused to admit defeat, so he muttered: "What if those people are hungry? If there is no food on the grassland, they will not be allowed to go to the mountains to hunt!"

Yang Rong was finally angry. He took out the posture of the chief minister and shouted: "If you disrupt the morale of the army again, I will punish you!"

You are a small official from the ninth rank, who gives you the courage to frequently question the prime minister?

Wen Fang is sometimes a little bachelor, and he stammers his neck and said, "The guards at Gubeikou also say this. Lord Yang, you are determined to do your own thing. Who will be the one who happens to happen?"

Yang Rong glanced at him gloomyly and said, "I'm counting myself."

Wen Fang immediately shut up and questioned Yang Rong again, which was just a provocation. He was not that stupid.

As he walked slowly along the way, the team seemed dead, and Yang Rong also forgot to boost morale, like a defeated army advancing along the side wall.

Lunch was very difficult, Yang Rong took the lead, so everyone ate some dry food, then rested for a while, and then continued to set off.

The majestic Wuling Mountain came into view, and everyone felt refreshed.

"Look, the mountain range is looming in the fog. If it is painted, it must be a masterpiece."
Chapter completed!