Chapter 220: One step back

Prestige is piled up by victory after victory.

In the eyes of rebels who have already brought up their swords, since the emperor is not considered a scallion, others will not take it seriously. On the contrary, if you have become famous but always defeated the war, they will look down on them even more. As long as you can lead them to win battles, from one victory to the next, whether you are a beggar or a gangster, they will treat you as a great hero and become your firm pursuit of someone without hesitation.

Zhu Bashiyi is like this now. When Mr. Su and others followed him purely to save their lives. Even when they arrived in the Battle of Xuzhou, everyone just thought that he could have some tricks and tricks, dared to fight and fight. However, with the arrival of victory after victory, the Huai'an army gradually grew and grew stronger and then dominated the side. Everyone's eyes when they looked at him changed. Zhu Bashiyi was no longer a wise craftsman, no longer a butcher who dared to play his life, but a real dragon that belongs to heaven. Following him not only can everyone save their lives, but also can win the glory and wealth that cannot be consumed for several lifetimes.

As for Zhu Bashiyi's many omissions in command at the front, the various rebellious ways in governing the local area, and the unique ideas when he was struggling, they all became far-sighted. I can't understand it because you don't have enough vision, not because Governor Zhu's willfulness and voluntary behavior. You can only follow closely, instead of picking on your own. Time will prove that everything Governor Zhu did is right, and what you call cleverness is just short-sighted.

It can be said that now the Huai'an army dared to question Zhu Bashiyi, only a few people, including Lu Lu Zeng. And these few people are becoming more and more confused and less determined. Especially when Zhu Bashiyi used his spear to carry Xuanwang's handsome flag quickly through the cheers, his legs followed unknowingly. Only by following closely can hesitate and fall behind, he will regret it for life.

The people who won the battle were excited and their prestige soared. The people who lost the battle were depressed and their morale was in chaos. Just under a small mound 30 miles away from the Huai'an army, Xuan asked Wang Timuer Buhua and uncle and nephew Tuohuan Buhua, the uncle and nephew of Zhennan, to sit opposite each other, frowning.

Victory and defeat are common in military affairs, and the two of them have never lost battles. When they crossed the river to suppress the Jiqing Rebellion, they were also tortured by the rebels. They relied on their experience and strong capital to finally drag down the other side and turned defeat into victory. However, things like today, which completely gave up without even standing up in the final decisive moment were the first time in their lives. Looking back later, both of them felt uneasy.

"I was so sad at that time!" Timur Buhua wanted to say to his nephew. He was not scared out of his courage at that time, but when he spoke to his mouth, he turned into a heavy sigh. What's the use of saying this now? Whether he was trying to preserve his strength or was really confused for a while. The disaster had already caused less than 50,000 troops to retreat from the battlefield, and half of them had completely lost their establishment. Only two Mongolian 10,000 troops and more than 7,000 troops under Zhang Mingjian were left.

"My uncle's decision was right at that time." Tuo Huan Bu Peanut came with a gentle temperament. He sighed and comforted him in a low voice, "The Han army and the Red Scarf Army have collapsed, but the Red Thief is getting braver the more they fight. Even if they push the Mongolian army up at that time, it would probably be useless!"

"Yes, it's useless, only a loss of casualties!" Timur nodded and continued to sigh.

By the way, he took down the team, but he might not have been afraid of death. But suddenly he found that no matter what he did, he had lost the possibility of victory. Even if he sent the Mongolian army to the Ma Chi Army, he would be bombarded with muskets and guns by the opponent like the Spies. And how many Mongolians were there in the world? Without any hope, they would be thrown into a team of 10,000 people in vain. The Mongolians in the world could withstand such a few losses as they did?

"Zhu Zhe's firearm is so powerful. In my life, not to mention me, I probably have never seen such a sharp firearm there!" As if he was making excuses for his uncle, Tuo Huanbuhua sighed and continued.

"Isn't that true!" Xuan asked Wang Timur to find out immediately and nodded vigorously, "I actually equipped the Han army with a lot of big guns, but they didn't even find the chance to ignite, so they were bombarded back with a big gun!"

"Our big gun can only take thirty steps at the farthest, and it cannot break the armor!" Tuo Huanbuhua grinned and shook his head repeatedly. "The big gun on their side can hit 700 steps. And the projectile can explode in the air, and it can be swept a lot. Alas! When I saw that thing at the first time, I actually knew that I couldn't win this battle today. However, I couldn't bear to leave the hero cutting off his arm and lost so many brothers in vain, alas!"

"Who said no, I should have removed the team earlier. Zhu Butcher's soldiers may not dare to chase them too tightly!" Timur thought for a while, sighed and agreed.

My uncle and nephew said, and I thought there was too much experience to summarize in this battle. The more I summarized it, the more I felt that the future was invisible. The firearms of the Huaian Army were too sharp and the number of equipment had reached an amazing level. Traditional tactics could hardly play any role in such a large-scale firearm. Previous news showed that the tall and thick city walls seemed to be unable to stop Zhu Tuhu. The latter seemed to have a natural ability to find out all loopholes in defense facilities and easily destroy them. This was like this in Huaian a few months ago, and this was like this in Gaoyoubao a dozen days ago, and the next Yangzhou was probably doomed.

Thinking that even if he returned to Yangzhou, it would be difficult for a few days, King Boluo Buhua of Zhennan became increasingly worried. It would be impossible to attack Zhu Tuhuo once again. The number and morale of his subordinates were unsustainable. If the Turtle retreated into Yangzhou City and was under the risk of defending it, it was actually not much different from the field battle. The same was that the thieves in Huai'an used firearms to bombard him with firearms, and he and his brothers gritted their teeth and struggled. They were beaten unilaterally and did not even have the strength to fight back.

"In my opinion, you might as well give up Yangzhou and go to Luzhou with me!" As he guessed why his nephew was worried about, Xuan asked Wang Temur Buhua to suddenly whispered a suggestion.

"What?" Boluo Buhua couldn't believe his ears, so he widened his eyes and asked loudly. "Do you advise me to escape without fighting? That's the charge of beheading! The man from Dadu City is worried about not having an excuse to cut off my head over the years. This time, I stretched my neck myself!"

"If you stay in Yangzhou and the city, will he miss you? Or will he pretend to find a wild man to adopt you and let this person inherit your incense?" Timur's mind suddenly became clear. He curled his lips and retorted with a sneer. "How many times have he caused trouble for us in recent years? King Weishun, I, and you, the King of Zhennan, did you not get any rewards after winning a battle, and you make things difficult for a little setback? You pretend to resist, and then throw Yangzhou to the rebels. Take your brothers under your command to me, so that the court will no longer have to worry about you having money to rebel. I join forces with you and you, and maybe you can hold on to Luzhou for a while. It's better than losing Yangzhou first, then Luzhou, and like Tuohuan Timur, you will be defeated in a loss!"

Although these words were full of resentment, every sentence was said to the point. Because Kublai Khan's blood was also flowing with his body, King Tuohuan Buhua of Zhennan was always regarded as a thorn in his eyes by Emperor Taiyuan Tuohuan Timur. He tried to kill him several times, but he could not find a suitable excuse due to the laws of the court and the family rules of his ancestors. He could only try to get him angry.

Yangzhou City is one of the best gold-selling caves in the world. Tuohuan doesn’t spend money here, and there is no difficulty in raising a 100,000 army. If one day he has a bad intention to rebel, plus the support of King Weishun and Xuanzangwang and the three families will be enough to shake the throne of Tuhuan Timur.

Therefore, in recent years, the court has been trying every means to reduce the strength of the three uncles and nephews of Tuohuanbuhua. The three of them always retreated in the sense of their golden blood. But if they retreated like this, they would have to retreat one day. At that time, whether to stretch their necks and let others slap them or take risks is still a difficult choice.

The crux of the whole problem is actually Yangzhou. Yangzhou is too rich, and Yangzhou's position on the canal is too important. No matter who falls into his hands, the one in the capital will not be relieved. However, Tuohuan Buhua will be defeated by all. Without the wealth support of Yangzhou City, Tuohuan Buhua will definitely have no possibility of rebellion. The court will sooner or later, so it is no difference to have one more Yangzhou and one less Yangzhou.

As the saying goes, a step back is wide open. Xuan asked Wang Temur to say a few words without gamble, but they all lit up their eyes. Yes, the court did not want us to occupy Yangzhou, so it would be the case that the emperor would give him to the Red Trouble after Yangzhou was restored by the officers and soldiers. It was the emperor's own business and it had nothing to do with the two of them anymore!

"But, but, after Zhu Tuhuo got Yangzhou, he might not let Luzhou go!" Suddenly, he seemed to have removed a burden of ten thousand pounds on his shoulders. King Tuo Huanbuhua of Zhennan felt light all over. But when he saw the dejected soldiers around him, his face regained his solemnity, "What if he chased him to Luzhou? We still have to fight with him!"

"First of all, there is no such a big canal near Luzhou!" Xuan asked Wang Timur Buhua to look around quickly and responded in a low voice, "Zhu Butcher Zhu is not so easy to transport food and artillery! Secondly, according to my husband's judgment, he does not have many direct troops under his command, and swallowing Yangzhou is the limit. If he expands, he will have to hold himself alive to death. Third, if he is not afraid of being supported to death, he will have to come to attack Luzhou, it doesn't matter. Our uncle and nephew will also give Luzhou to him and cross the river to find your uncle Weishun. If he has the ability, he will continue to cross the river to chase!"

"Of course he can't chase him across the river. But if he loses Yangzhou and Luzhou one after another, what will the court do to our men?" King Tuo Huanbuhua of Zhennan shook his head and smiled bitterly, his face full of helplessness.

Zhu Bashiyi could not catch up with him, but the messenger from the court could catch up with him. After some disposal, he still couldn't escape the disaster.

"Does he dare to kill you? Timur lost 300,000 troops without spending money. He dares to be stricter than Timur's. At worst, it's better to take away the title of you and me. Let's just go back to the grassland in the west. She went sheep and hunt, leisurely. As for what's going on in the south, people don't want us to worry about it, so why should we cause trouble for ourselves?"
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