On that day, the Ming army rushed out of the Tatars encirclement and immediately fled to Jimingyi, leaving all the carriages, horses and supplies at Wuzhaling. Because the Tatars were abandoning cavalry and infantry battles, they mingled with the Ming army, but were surrounded by a crazy crowd and rushed forward involuntarily.

An unprecedented war scene appeared on the plain in front of Jiming Post. At least a hundred personal soldiers were surrounded by the generals and assistants of both sides, and the rest were mixed with each other. The Ming army was rushing in front, the Tartars behind, and the Ming army behind, one by one, ran with his helmets and armor slanted, and all the horns and flags were lost. The whole "pork belly" rolled forward.

The Tartars running in the front were determined not to chase, but when they looked back, they were all the Ming army running for a desperate situation. If they stopped, they would probably not have to be killed. If they were trampled, they would have to run forward as if they were trampled to death. Behind the Ming army were the Tartars on the mountaintops of the two wings. Seeing that there were their own people in front of the Ming army, but the leader of the Ming army was not rumbling to withdraw their troops, they also rushed forward with the flow, running and fighting each other. The soldiers were equal in strength and could not tell the winner for a while.

Since Yang Ling drove out of the county government to report the news, the Min County Magistrate was worried and took him to the top of the city to wait. At this time, he saw the flood-like army coming from afar. The Min County Magistrate was startled and hurriedly ordered the left-behind soldiers to set up cannons and prepare to face the enemy.

When the rioters fled to the city tower, Magistrate Min saw this once-in-a-thousand-year-old wondering, his eyes were stunned and his eyebrows were leaping. He couldn't figure out whether the Ming army had mutiny or the Tartars had surrendered. Seeing that the rioters under the city were still fighting with you, I guessed the reason.

If the city gate is opened at this time, the Tartars army will definitely take advantage of the chaos to enter the city. If the army of more than 10,000 people is allowed to use Jimingyi as a battlefield, the ancient city will undoubtedly be destroyed. Min Wenjian made a quick decision and immediately ordered Jiang Bin's troops to strictly guard the city and not allow one person to be allowed to open the city.

The Ming soldiers under the city shouted to open the city. County Magistrate Huang helped Magistrate Min stand at the top of the city and shouted to the city: "It is your responsibility to annihilate the enemy, and it is your responsibility to defend the territory. If the Tartars do not retreat, the city gate will not be opened!"

Extreme fear can sometimes produce the courage to kill. The terrified Ming soldiers have no way out. Looking back at the Tartars, who have always been tall and big horses and come and go like the wind, are now like them. They are sweating profusely and are in a mess. They are courageous at the moment. They catch each other without having to give orders to the master, and they start to fight.

The magistrate of Min County transferred all 400 officers and soldiers left behind in the three cities to the southern city wall, and used bows and arrows to assist the Ming army under the city. From time to time, he shot cold arrows. Although the enemy and us were mixed and had limited lethality, his psychological deterrence was extremely powerful.

Boyan Mengke personally led a large army to intercept the Ming army at the end of Hulu Valley, waiting for the hard work. The Tatar soldiers who were like wolves and tigers faced the Ming army that was fighting in a hurry. The Ming army was about to collapse at the touch, and He Shijie and He Dusi died in battle. Boyan Mengke chased after him, but he didn't expect the battle to be like this.

At this time, his number of troops was slightly superior to the Ming army, and his melee ability was far beyond the Ming army. However, killing 1,000 people would hurt himself by 800. If he really wanted to wipe out these Ming soldiers who had already had red eyes and were desperate, he would not be sure whether the remaining people could go back safely.

He did not forget that the general of the Zhuolu Shima Camp was coming. Although the army of General Wei Guang was led away by another group of people, more than 2,000 elite troops of the guerrilla general Yang Jialong were also advancing towards Huailai. If he could not fight quickly, he would be surrounded by others. Therefore, Boyan was forced to force his army to cover up the killing for a while, and had to helplessly dismantle the riots and began to retreat.

Fortunately, the Ming army was fighting each other at this time and could not effectively organize counterattacks. The melee continued until midnight. Boyan Mengke was able to gather the remaining troops and retreat, robbed them outside Hulu Valley and flee far away.

County Magistrate Min opened the city gate and led the remnants into the city. The frightened Ming army hurried back to the city, and even lost the courage to clean the battlefield. In this battle, the Ming army lost 2,000 soldiers, and another 300 chariots and 800 horses in Hulu Valley.

General He Shen stayed at Jiming Post for another three days, and was ordered by the General of Xuanfu to withdraw his troops and return to the city. The troops of Bidusi were left behind Jiming. General He Shen knew that his career was bleak, so he would wait to listen to Shen honestly.

After Yang Ling came back, he wrote down some of the knowledge he knew about strengthening the quality of soldiers and using firearms to send it to General He Shen. In Yang Ling's view, at present, this kind of army that is heavy and heavy, does not have heavy troops, and the two armies are connected, relying on the courage of generals. If the general is brave, the soldiers will be like a lion. If there is no general, the soldiers will be transformed into a scattered sand. It is really a big problem. But what he thought about writing about, but as soon as the person left, General He Shen sneered under the case: What opinions can a scholar have on military affairs?

However, the Eunuch Liu quietly picked up the letter and put it in his arms. Now any thing that was not good for General He Shen is evidence that he escaped responsibility and scapegoated others. This Eunuch Liu, who had not studied much, actually wrote a high-level memorial and quickly reported to the capital: Our army suffered heavy losses, and a fourth-rank official died in battle. This was because General He Shen was domineering and greedy for merit and made a rash move, which was taken advantage of by the Tartars.

On the seventh day of the war, Old Master Yang was concerned about his home and property. As soon as the situation stabilized, he couldn't wait to lead his clan members back to Yangjiaping. Yang Ling let out a big sigh. In the past seven days, he realized how deep the family imprint was on a person in this era. One of the family stood out. No matter how far or near the relationship was, he had a great responsibility to the entire family. The Yang clan members were 60 or 70, some of them were still fellow members of the city nearly a hundred years ago. They all asked him for food, food, food, housing, and righteousness, as if that was his obligation.

Moreover, other people, whether they were young ladies or colleagues in the village, took this for granted. In Yangling's concept, they were really incomprehensible. After finally sending these people away, Yangling returned to the post office with a ease. A minor official came forward to report: "Sir, a gentleman wants to see you, and he has been waiting in the living room for a long time."

Yang Ling threw the reins of the horse to a postman and rushed to the small living room of the Post Office Office. An old man in green robe was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed his legs and slowly savoring the tea. Yang Ling knew that the tea in his post Office Office was divided into four levels. If it were not for the officials who were hospitalized by himself, the minor officials would not serve the best tea. Then the fourth-class inferior tea could still be so delicious, and it seemed that it was not a great person. He calmed down and said calmly: "This gentleman, I am the post Office Office Office of this county. I don't know what to do?"

The old man in green robe held tea in one hand and tapped the drums gently on the table table with the other hand, feeling at ease. Looking at his appearance, he was about fifty years old, with a clear face, and a pair of phoenix eyes were slightly closed. Hearing Yang Ling's words, he opened his eyes slightly, looked up and down a few times, and laughed: "Brother Yang is back? Do you still recognize me?"

He said, while gently putting the teacup on the table, Yang Ling caught a glimpse of a Cuiying ring on his hand. There was no artificial synthetic product at that time, and the warm color must be valuable. Yang Ling felt a little curious about the identity of this person. After careful consideration, he looked at it and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Seeing that Yang Ling was a little embarrassed, the old man couldn't help but smile and stood up and said, "The last time you and I met was also in this post office. At that time, I was a guest, and you were also a guest. But I didn't expect that in the future, you, the guest, have become the host."

Yang Ling shouted "ah" and bowed happily: "I remember that you are your friend of Ma Yicheng, Lord Ma, and Mr. Wu Jie and Mr. Wu, a great drug dealer in Sichuan and Shaanxi."

Wu Jie, the big drug dealer who helped Ma Yicheng persuade the Wang family to withdraw the lawsuit, laughed and then looked flat, saying, "I am not Ma Yicheng's friend, but his boss. Yang Yicheng, now I am also your boss."

Yang Ling's expression was shocked. Looking at the old man who was smiling like the spring breeze and looked depressed, his heart flashed with a flash of inspiration and he couldn't help but say: "Is the old man a brocade clothes?"

Wu Jie smiled and said slowly: "Aren't you the same now? Lord Yang, Yang Baihu!"

Yang Ling was stunned. Baihu? Baihu was a sixth-rank official, and he was a military post under the garrison. When did he join the army and become a Baihu?

Seeing him astonished, Wu Jie smiled and waved his hand and said, "Don't be surprised. The Ministry of Personnel has already written a document when you act as an agent of the postmaster. I guess you will be appointed later. Although our postmaster in the Ming Dynasty is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Revenue, everyone knows that this postmaster is all from our Jinyiwei.

This thousand households have sent someone to investigate you. You are a scholar in the fifteenth year of Hongzhi, and your family is innocent. You are descended from the Yang family, a famous general of the Northern Song Dynasty. I am now instructing you to the Jinyiwei to summon you to the Jinyiwei, responsible for intelligence investigation in Huailai, and grant the position of a hundred households. Everything is directly dispatched by this thousand households."

Wu Jie said as he took out a scroll and a waist sign from his sleeve, and smiled and said to Yang Ling: "Yang Baihu, Ma Yicheng, worked hard for half a lifetime, but he was not promoted to Baihu. Although you were the first to be Yicheng, you have made great contributions to my Ming Dynasty and have won this award. Haha, the hundred households of my Jinyiwei are still three points better than the thousand households in the army. Don't let down the appreciation of Lord Zhang, the fury."

Yang Ling took the Ren Yu's waist card in a daze and said, "Sir, I really don't understand what great achievements I have made?"

Wu Jie smiled and said, "It is good to take credit but not be arrogant, but you don't have to be humble. The little Tatar prince set up an ambush in Hulu Valley and wanted to capture our army in one place. Fortunately, the secret detective of the Jinyiwei got this news. Yang Yicheng reported the news, so that the Ming army was spared from the disaster of overthrow. Isn't this a great achievement?"

Yang Ling said in a lost voice: "What? How could this happen? The Qianhu Lord misunderstood it. It was too late to get the news when he rushed there. If Bidusi had not led his army to force a bloody road, our army." When he said this, he suddenly felt cold in his heart, and he could not say anything below.

At this time, Wu Qianhu, who was handsome and elegant, had a cold look, and showed a coldness that only a person who could decide the life and death of others at any time. He smiled faintly, and said word for word for word: "The little prince of Tatar set up an ambush in the Hulu Valley, trying to capture our army in one place. General He Shen was greedy for me and made a rash progress. Yang Yicheng, the Jinyiwei, reported the news, so that the Ming army was protected from the disaster of being overthrown, right?"

Yang Ling felt cold in his heart and subconsciously said: "This humble job is right."

Wu Jie nodded slightly, suddenly smiled again and said, "You are a scholar, who lives far away from the temple and does not know the affairs of the court. You can't blame you if you don't understand some things. But now you are a member of the Jinyiwei, so you must understand some things you didn't understand!"

Yang Ling couldn't help but say, "Sir," he said.
Chapter completed!