"Array, kill!!"

Tong Hanbang decisively issued an order to fight. Although they were less than 200 people and were exhausted, if they could not repel the Mongolian army and were entangled by them, things would be bad when Jianlu heavy cavalry arrived. Therefore, they had to quickly and decisively defeat the Mongolian cavalry.

Tong Hanbang met the Mongolian Light Cavalry, took a bow and arrow, and shot towards the Mongolian Light Cavalry who rushed forward.

The heavy rain affected the range of the bow and arrow and also affected the correct head. However, Tong Hanbang's bow and arrow did not seem to be affected. His bow string was extremely full, and the arrow was like lightning, shooting through the rain and fog, and shot the Mongolian light cavalry in front of him with one arrow!

Tong Dingfang followed Tong Hanbang, shooting bows and arrows, hitting two people in a row.

The Mongolian light cavalry exclaimed, and they turned their bows and arrows and shot at the Tong family's father and son.

Tong Hanbang danced his long sword and called the arrow rain.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves was rapid, and another Mongolian light cavalry rushed out of the rain curtain.

Tong Hanbang's heart sank and he yelled: "Retreat! Retreat!"

A group of 300 pursuers can still deal with them, but another 300 people can only retreat.

Before the Ming army could unfold, they had to retreat.

The Mongolian cavalry chased each other reluctantly. Their pursuit seemed chaotic, but in fact it was quite particular. They lined up in fan formations and came to the Ming army from afar, wanting to put the Ming army in the middle.

Tong Hanbang knew that he was not good. Once he was held by the Mongolians, his side would likely be wiped out. "Brothers! You can't let the Mongolians hold us, rush out, and rush out in one go!" Tong Hanbang was anxious and shouted continuously, galloping over, swinging his sabre, and blood flew up, chopping an enemy army and his horse into two pieces!

The Ming army retreated desperately, but the Mongols' war horses were too fast and they caught up with them in the blink of an eye. Both sides shot bows and arrows, and feather arrows flew around in the heavy rain. Compared to the Mongols, the Ming army's cavalry and shooting skills were much worse. In addition, there were no armor, and people kept getting caught in the horse, but very few Mongols were shot in the arrow.

The riding and shooting were worse, and the war horses were even worse. The backward Ming army was entangled by the Mongolians and could not escape. In a blink of an eye, it was knocked down by several times of the Mongolian light cavalry.

The black mount under Tong Hanbang's crotch was a magical horse, and his horse was not weak. He neighed and shouted, and the continuous shooting of bows and arrows saved several people in succession. However, the bows and arrows were like rain, and the Mongolian light cavalry swept over. He wanted to save them but could not save them. He could only sigh, turn the horse's head, and run towards Ningyuan with the remaining subordinates.

Tong Dingfang followed behind him, shooting bows and arrows to protect his father.

Zhao Shanggang was injured in his left arm, waved his long knife with his right hand, and protected his left and right.

The Mongolians roared and chased each other.

The Ming army was already trapped and lacked horses. Even if they could fight, the horses could not hold on. The road was muddy and they neighed from time to time. Once the Ming soldiers fell, no one could get up. After running for a few miles, there were less than a hundred cavalry left by Tong Hanbang.

Tong Hanbang was full of grief and anger, but it was useless. The Mongols bullied their weak horses and even urged them to chase them quickly. They would not give up until they wiped them out.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves as dense as thunder in my ears. I looked forward and saw that in the rain curtain, an army of ten thousand people suddenly appeared on the horizon in front of me. The red military flag and the cold light of weapons that kept flashing under my arms were slowly pressing down on the mountains and fields.

Tong Hanbang's nose felt sore and he almost burst into tears.

Reinforcements finally arrived.

This place is less than thirty miles away from Ningyuan City.

Seeing the Ming army appear, the Mongolian light cavalry dared not pursue him anymore, turned his horse's head and whistled and retreated.

When his heart was relieved, Tong Hanbang almost fell from the horse, but he still gritted his teeth and supported it. Many of his subordinates could no longer support it. They ran wildly without any rest for a day and night, and the iron-killed people could no longer support it.

A Ming army general wearing three layers of heavy armor, red cloak, and red sound helmet wearing phoenix wings and red cavalry, rushed in the rain, stood in front of Tong Hanbang, looked up and down at Tong Hanbang, and asked with a smile: "Is it Tongxi Town, Tashan? I am Wu Sangui!"

At the age of thirty, he had white face and long beards, and had a smile on his face. The rain hit his iron armor, making a crisp sound.

If it weren't for wearing armor, if it weren't for meeting on the battlefield, if it weren't for self-reporting his name, who would have believed that this young man in front of him, who looked so young and smiling would actually be the general of Shanhaiguan, Wu Sangui!

"The last general Tong Hanbang has met the Lord of the General Town."

Tong Hanbang is 45 years old, starting from the army, and has been a third-rank deputy general until now, and is incomparable to Wu Sangui's young and high position. Tong Hanbang dismounted and respectfully bowed to Wu Sangui.

"Are you the only one?" Wu Sangui swept Tong Hanbang's subordinates and asked lightly.

Impressed by Li Fuming.

"Yes." Tong Hanbang replied in a deep voice, his eyes were already red.

Wu Sangui sighed: "Tong Xiezhen, please follow me into Ningyuan City, the Ma Langzhong is waiting for you."

...

Capital.

Morning up.

After the discussion of Liaodong and the affairs of the thieves were completed in a manner.

"My minister Song Mei has a report..."

He looked at Zhu Cilang for a moment. After Zhu Cilang nodded slightly, Song Mei left the work and stood up and put forward the suggestion of "changing grain into sea" in the court.

Before he could finish his talk about the benefits of "reforming rice into the sea", opposition arose in the court.

The one who opposes the most is of course the canal transport officials.

The reasons are nothing more than the strong winds and waves of sea transportation, the presence of pirates, the grain is prone to mold, and the cost is high. The canal transportation involves the livelihood of nearly hundreds of thousands of people. How can it be changed without authorization?

Zhu Ciyang didn't say anything, but he wanted to see how many wise people were there in the court?

In fact, this is not the first time that the Chongzhen Dynasty discussed sea transportation, and Song Mei was not the first person to propose "the transformation of sea transportation into the sea" in the Ming Dynasty. Wang Zongmu, the governor of the canal transportation in the fifth year of Longqing, was the first person.

Wang Zongmu, whose courtesy name was Xinfu and whose pseudonym was Jingsuo, was from Linhai, Zhejiang. Although he was the governor of the canal transportation, he did not protect the canal transportation because of his official position. He boldly proposed to resume sea transportation and made a successful attempt. In the sixth year of Longqing, through sea transportation, he successfully transported 120,000 shi of rice to Tianjin, which was far beyond the canal transportation in terms of time and efficiency.

At first, the court supported him and opened up some shipping. However, in the first year of Wanli (1573), Wang Zongmu organized three hundred ships to transport it, but encountered a hurricane on Fushan Island, 7 ships were sunk, and thousands of stones were lost. Fifteen soldiers drowned. The censors reported the loss one after another. In the end, the court decided to stop shipping.

After Wang Zongmu, although the shipping was mentioned from time to time, the court no longer dared to support it.

Over the years, the canal transport has formed a huge interest group, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and water to drink water. If the canal transport is converted into the sea, the court can certainly spend less money and collect more grain, but the huge canal group will not be willing to see its own interests suffer?
Chapter completed!