"Datong is the gateway to Shanxi, and Li Chuang certainly doesn't want to lose it. My strategy is to let the Mongols bluff and besiege Datong, forcing Li Chuang to split his troops from Damingfu." Li Banghua said seriously.
Wang Yongji frowned: "Since Li Chuang knows the importance of Datong, he must have deployed a large number of troops here, right?"
"Of course, they have deployed heavy troops, but it is not important to us. Because our goal is not to capture Datong, but to let the Mongols appear in front of the bandits and disrupt their deployment."
Chongzhen narrowed his eyes and thought about it, and felt that what Li Banghua said made sense.
The situation in the Ming Dynasty was already in chaos, but no one would have thought that the Mongols would send troops!
Especially sending troops to help the Ming Dynasty!
Once the news that the Mongols sent troops to help the Ming Dynasty reached Li Zicheng's ears, it would definitely affect his deployment to a greater or lesser extent.
Li Banghua continued, "The situation is already chaotic enough, so let's make it even more chaotic. Only in this way can we win in the midst of chaos. After the fighting in Xuanfu Town and Daming Prefecture subsides, the court will concentrate its forces to fight against the Jiannu. Even if we cannot win, we can still drive them out of the pass."
"This is my strategy." Li Banghua first looked at Chongzhen, then at the others.
"What do you think?" Chongzhen asked.
"Great! I think it's feasible!"
"I second the motion."
"Your Majesty, I think Lord Li's plan is the best!"
The views put forward by Li Banghua were quickly recognized by others, especially Chongzhen, who strongly agreed with this strategy.
In fact, Chongzhen had no choice at all.
Facing two powerful enemies at the same time, Chongzhen had only this option left.
After the strategy to defend against the enemy was determined, all the troops quickly got busy.
Wang Yongji led his Guanning Army, carrying enough silver and five days' rations, and left Beijing at the fastest speed. Then he rushed all the way south.
It would definitely take more than five days to reach Daming Prefecture, but as long as we have silver, we can raise food locally.
Especially since the summer grain had just been harvested, people were eager to exchange grain for money to buy other necessities of life.
Liu Wenyao, Bakeyong and others were sent to the vicinity of the capital, ready to wait for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the Jiannu.
The Gaodi of Miyun were also divided into two groups, one to guard Miyun and the other to guard Zunhua.
The person who was under the most pressure was Yan Yingyuan.
Not only did he have to defend Xuanfu Town, he also had to facilitate a deal with Subati.
late at night.
Yan Yingyuan was lying on his bed half asleep after inspecting the city wall when he was awakened by a guard outside the door: "Sir Yan, there is a letter from the court."
Yan Yingyuan opened his eyes and quickly woke himself up.
Under the influence of Tudor and Subati, he has developed the habit of falling asleep when lying down and waking up when sitting up.
"Where are the people?"
"In the lobby of the government office."
"Let's go and take a look." Yan Yingyuan put on his clothes, pushed the door open and walked out.
The group quickly arrived at the lobby of the government office. Looking at the big man in front of him, Yan Yingyuan was stunned for a moment.
The hair, eyes and nose of the person in front of me are different from those of the people in the Central Plains, and he has obvious Mongolian features.
"I, the humble servant Borjigin Qimuge, pay my respects to Lord Yan. This is a secret letter sent by the court." Qimuge reached out and took out an envelope from his arms.
"Borjigin? Mongolian?"
"Yes, I am from the Chahar tribe. I look down on those Jiannu who dig ginseng. I was inspired by the Ming court to serve in the Liaodong army."
"Oh..." Yan Yingyuan suddenly realized.
No wonder he was sent to deliver the letter. Only a Mongolian who was proficient in Mongolian could deliver the secret letter safely into the city at night.
"Come here, reward the muge with ten taels of silver."
Qimuge bowed his head and said, "Sir Yan, the Ministry of War has already given me the reward before I came."
"It doesn't matter. The money from the Ministry of War was given by the Ministry of War. This is given by this official."
"Thank you, Lord Yan!" Qimugege showed a happy smile on his face.
Yan Yingyuan opened the envelope, took out the letter and read it carefully.
After a moment, he put down the letter and fell into deep thought.
This is not an easy job!
Who should be sent to negotiate with the Mongols?
Zhang Feng, a captain of the Imperial Guard, met Subadi on his way to Mobei and was imprisoned in the camp by Subadi, unable to escape.
Among the remaining people, there were more military generals than civil officials.
There are even fewer civil officials who are eloquent and unyielding.
After thinking for a while, Yan Yingyuan ordered: "Please ask Yang Hewei and Mr. Mao Weizhang to come over quickly."
In the Ming Dynasty, each government office had a post of "Jiu Jing" who was responsible for receiving and forwarding documents and performing other tasks. Yanghewei was located in the area of Yanggao County, Shanxi Province. The Battle of Yanghe before the Battle of Tumu Fortress took place here.
Since Yanghewei was sandwiched between Xuanfu Town and Datong, neither side sent troops to station there. Instead, each side moved away the soldiers and civilians loyal to its own side, leaving only a broken and empty city as a buffer zone.
Mao Weizhang came to the government hall soon after receiving the news, "Master Yan, are you looking for me?"
Yan Yingyuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man about seven feet tall standing in the middle of the lobby.
This man was wearing an official robe, had sunken cheeks, and was thin, giving people a sickly feeling.
"good."
Yan Yingyuan told Mao Weizhang the court's plan word for word.
Mao Weizhang bowed deeply to Yan Yingyuan and said, "Sir Yan, I am willing to go alone to discuss this matter with Subati."
"Isn't Mr. Mao afraid?"
"I see death as my own way, so what do I have to fear?"
Yan Yingyuan was very happy and put the note he had written into Mao Weizhang's hand: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Mao. This is the condition of the deal between the court and Subati."
"Mr. Mao, you must be careful when you go to the enemy camp. As the saying goes, even if the deal fails, there is still friendship. Regardless of success or failure, Mr. Mao, you must not anger the Mongols and prevent them from killing people to vent their anger."
"I'll take my leave!" Mao Weizhang bowed calmly and left.
When he reached the top of the city wall, Mao Weizhang took a lit torch from the soldier, sat in the basket and went down the wall to the outside of the city.
After the basket landed, Mao Weizhang looked back at the top of the city wall, then held the torch and crossed the fallen suspension bridge, walking towards the darkness without hesitation.
"Hold on, or you'll be shot!" Dozens of cavalrymen outside the Mongolian camp shouted at the torches coming from afar.
Mao Wei Zhang sneered and shouted in his not-so-fluent Mongolian: "A mere sparrow or mouse is so cowardly. Don't be afraid. I came here alone. Go and inform Subadi that the Ming envoy Mao Wei Zhang, the officer of Yanghe Guard, has arrived. Ask him to come out to greet him."
The Mongolian cavalry on guard outside the camp were stunned.
Crazy! Too crazy!
Who is this person and why is he so arrogant?
The leading Mongolian general was immediately furious. He rode his horse to Mao Weizhang, drew his sword and put it on Mao Weizhang's neck: "You are looking for death! How dare you be disrespectful to Zasaktu Khan!"
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