Chapter 591 The Fight between the Secret Agent and Ye Bu Shou
The entire imperial city was singing, and even the eunuchs around the emperor were humming along.
Thinking back to the great achievements made by the men of the Han Dynasty during the Han and Tang Dynasties makes people today feel excited.
Emperor Jiajing looked at his ministers and drank silently.
A minister raised his glass, "Congratulations to Your Majesty!"
Emperor Jiajing raised his glass and thought of his mother, Empress Dowager Jiang.
Before she passed away, his mother was most worried about him.
Rather than the country's destiny.
My mother even said privately: It doesn’t matter if the Ming Dynasty is destroyed, as long as my son is safe.
In the eyes of mothers all over the world, the safety of their children is of paramount importance.
Not to mention the country's destiny.
But he is the emperor!
The emperor shares weal and woe with the country.
The country is there while the king is there; the country is gone when the king is gone.
The emperor guards the national gate, and the king dies for the country.
In the aftermath of the Tumu Incident and the siege of the capital by Yesen's troops, many officials suggested moving the capital to the Heaven of Fu, that is, Nanjing.
But it was rejected by several emperors.
No matter which emperor it was, he remembered Emperor Chengzu's instructions firmly.
——Nanjing, a secluded place!
Once the capital was moved to Nanjing, the northern defense line would definitely not last more than ten years without the emperor behind it.
The north was lost, and the south was in a corner, which was a reappearance of the late Song Dynasty. No matter how rich the Song Dynasty was, in the end it only left behind the scenes at Yashan that made later generations sigh.
The emperor, his ministers and the people all jumped into the sea, leaving countless corpses floating on the sea.
The capital cannot be moved!
Emperor Jiajing shook his head subconsciously.
But the prerequisite for not moving the capital is to be able to suppress the ethnic minorities on the grassland in the north again.
He glanced at Fan Hu.
Fan Hu had regained his composure at this moment and was staring at Jiang Qingzhi.
Jiang Qingzhi was once again the focus of attention and drank one glass after another.
"Almost done." Dao Ye said with a smile, "My champion marquis can't stand your method of indoctrination!"
"Marquis of Champion!" Fan Hu had studied under a great scholar for several years, so he naturally knew the story behind Marquis of Champion.
The Han army's light cavalry marched straight into the grasslands for thousands of miles and attacked the royal court...
If I lose Mount Yanzhi, my women will lose face. If I lose Mount Qilian, my livestock will not reproduce.
It seems that in the eyes of Emperor Ming, Jiang Qingzhi is the Marquis of Champion of the Ming Dynasty.
Fan Hu looked at Jiang Qingzhi deeply.
The banquet ended later.
Fan Hu ordered his men to collect the bodies of his followers and returned to his base.
He called the official who was in charge of liaison with the secret agents and asked, "Have you found out what Jiang Qingzhi got?"
The official had a few blisters at the corners of his mouth, showing how anxious he was. "Emissary, our spies have been looking for information everywhere, from the market to the homes of the rich and powerful, but have found nothing."
"Bribing?" Fan Hu said dissatisfiedly: "Since Jiang Qingzhi can suppress Confucianism with that thing, it can be seen that he is not bad. This kind of thing must be of great help to the Ming people. If we don't find out clearly, how can the Khan make a decision?"
The official said: "It's not that we have gained nothing. Just before the New Year, the left guard of the Tiger Guard suddenly closed the camp gate, allowing people to enter but not leave. From time to time, we can hear the sound of muskets."
"Fire guns?" Fan Hu was startled. "The Divine Machine Battalion?"
The official said: "The Ming Dynasty's Shenjiying has long been abandoned. The spies speculated that maybe the Ming Emperor wanted to rebuild the Shenjiying."
"The Emperor Ming was resolute and determined to make decisive efforts. This can be seen from the way he purged the imperial guards and rebuilt martial arts. Rebuilding the Shenji Camp... is not impossible."
"Our people tried to get closer to spy several times, but found that the camp was heavily guarded. In order not to alert the enemy, we retreated."
"I will be going back in a few days. Before that, I must get accurate information." Fan Hu said coldly, "Even if all the spies die in the Ming Dynasty's capital, the news must be delivered."
The official knew that this matter was important, and said, "Yes."
After he left, Fan Hu made himself a cup of tea. Halfway through the tea, he thought of the passion of the Ming people singing before, and couldn't help but sigh: "If the Ming people can unite as one, who in this world can resist?"
But he immediately sneered, "Unfortunately, the people of Central Plains have always loved internal fighting."
A crow perches on a pig and cannot see its own blackness. Fan Hu forgot that Altan Khan's biggest worry was internal strife.
As he drank his tea, he couldn't help laughing as he thought about the minister who had come out today to hint at establishing a crown prince.
The Emperor Ming was old, and after the Crown Prince passed away, the two princes were evenly matched. This was just asking for trouble and making trouble for himself.
Recently, voices within Altan Khan's clan favoring a move south have gained the upper hand, but it is said that Altan Khan is still hesitating.
Everyone knows that the Khan is not afraid of the Ming people.
He was concerned that the tribes would lag behind.
I am also worried about the strength of the Beijing Guards after the Ming people's reorganization.
All of this requires the spies to obtain accurate information in a timely manner.
In a carriage and horse-drawn carriage house in the capital, several men were talking in low voices in a room.
"The Ming people's reorganization of the capital's guards seems good, but after all, no blood has been seen."
"Yes! We were guarding outside. When we had our turn to take a holiday at the end of the year, we saw that the soldiers of the Beijing Guards who left the camp had good morale, but they looked immature."
"Don't even mention the Tiger Guards. If you see the real cavalry on the battlefield, you'll probably wet your pants."
"Hahaha!"
Several spies laughed under their breath.
The head of the secret agents was called Hu Yuan, whose parents were both Ming people. He held his hands and waited for everyone to stop laughing, then said, "We still have to keep an eye on the Beijing Guards, especially the Huben Zuowei. Jiang Qing has been in and out of the Huben Zuowei every day recently, so it's clear what he's doing." Wang Ji, the most outstanding secret agent on this trip, said, "That day, the Ming Emperor and all the officials went to the Huben Zuowei camp, and cheers were heard later in the evening. Not long after, Lan Zhen, the Minister of Works, reportedly committed suicide...
Putting this series of events together, I guess that what Jiang Qingzhi got in Huben Zuowei was the treasure that made the Ministry of Works and Confucianism bow their heads and admit defeat. "
"Our people heard a lot about this in the brothel. They said that all the officials witnessed it that day. It is said that the power of the thing was amazing, and it made the Emperor Ming smile with joy."
Knock knock knock!
At this time, someone knocked on the door. Hu Yuan waved his hand, and everyone put their hands into his arms. Wang Ji whispered, "Who?"
"I."
Hearing the familiar voice, Wang Ji opened the door. Outside was a man from the carriage and horse shop. He glanced at the spies and said, "Someone is coming over there."
A plainclothes man came in and the waiter went out. The plainclothes man looked back and saw him walking away. After closing the door, he turned around and sat down.
"The messenger said that we must get information about the thing Jiang Qingzhi made within three days. Even if everyone dies, we must get the information before we die!"
"But the Huben Zuowei is on high alert. How can we get close?" a spy asked dissatisfiedly.
"Shut up!" Hu Yuan stopped him and said in a deep voice, "Tell the messenger that I know about it. There will be news within three days."
"Okay." The man asked, "That fellow..."
Hu Yuan said, "There are scumbags everywhere who are greedy for money. I heard that the Jinyiwei has many spies in the royal court. I think many people have been bribed by them."
After the visitor left, Hu Yuan said, "That thing must be in the Huben Zuowei. Let's take action tonight."
He turned his eyes and finally looked at Wang Ji, "Wang Ji."
Wang Ji nodded without hesitation. "The Tiger Guards may seem to be heavily guarded, but there will be gaps every time they change sentries. I have thought about how to take advantage of these gaps to get in."
"How sure are you?" Hu Yuan was overjoyed.
"Seventy percent!"
Hu Yuan looked at everyone, and they all had smiling faces.
For a spy, 50% is 100% and 70% is a sure thing.
Wang Ji never boasted, so Hu Yuan slapped his thigh and said, "Eat well, drink well, have a good sleep, and start at night. When you succeed, promotion and wealth will be a piece of cake!"
Wang Ji's eyes were full of fire, "If this news can help the Khan defeat the Ming people, then it will be worth dying for!"
……
At the end of midnight, a team of soldiers were patrolling in the camp of Huben Zuowei.
Several soldiers at the camp gate were looking around vigilantly.
Wang Ji was very patient and took more than an hour to approach the camp.
At this moment, he was thirty steps away from the camp. The ground was gray and black, and he was wearing gray and black clothes on purpose tonight.
almost.
According to the pattern Wang Ji observed, it was soon time to change shifts.
He raised his head slightly, and when he saw several soldiers coming from the direction of the barracks, he quickly lowered his head.
Several soldiers outside the gate turned around and prepared for the handover.
This is the moment!
Wang Ji crawled quickly towards the camp.
Just as the two sides were handing over, he quietly climbed into the camp.
It worked!
Despite Wang Ji's calmness, he still couldn't help but smile smugly.
He looked in the direction and found the location of the warehouse.
He crept forward quietly, and when he entered the dim area, he stood up, hunched over and jogged.
There was a heavy snowfall in the capital yesterday, but the interior of Huben Zuowei was clean and tidy, which reminded Wang Ji of the royal court.
If there was snow in the royal court, those people would at most clean up the area around Altan Khan's residence. As for other places, everyone would clean up the snow in front of their own door.
It is indeed a strong team!
A shadow passed through Wang Ji’s heart.
If the Ming people were all powerful troops like the Huben Zuowei, how would the people of the grassland have any chance to survive?
We must find out that thing!
Wang Ji jogged at a pace that controlled his breathing. When he saw the warehouse, he stopped, lay down, and looked around.
After making sure that there was no one there, Wang Ji could not help but overturn his previous opinion and whispered, "Is this the so-called Tiger Guard?"
A voice came from behind.
"If I didn't want to see where you, a fool, wanted to go, do you think you could get out of the warehouse safely?"
He didn't even know someone had touched him from behind... Wang Ji's heart sank and he thought of a name.
"No harvest at night!"
"It's your grandpa!"
……
In the early morning, Jiang Qingzhi was awakened by his powerful biological clock from his hangover sleep. He opened his eyes, groaned, and wanted to lie down.
But inertia is so strong that I couldn't fall asleep after lying down.
Get up, wash up...
When we arrived at the front yard, Fucheng was waiting.
"Master, the Tiger Guards are coming."
The one who came was Chen Ji.
"I've met my uncle."
Seeing Jiang Qingzhi holding a long sword, it was obvious that he did not forget to get up early in the new year. Chen Ji could not help but admire him secretly, "Last night, a spy from Altan's tribe sneaked in and was captured by our troops. After torture, we learned that he came to investigate the flintlock rifles."
As for the loopholes in the handover of sentries, it was just a trick for the outside world, and it was also a big pit. Ye Bu Shou had a special person watching during the change of guards, waiting for someone to jump into the pit. After waiting for a long time, I didn't expect that I really waited for it.
Jiang Qingzhi held the long knife and said, "I seem to smell the smoke of gunpowder."
And, war and iron cavalry!
At the same time, Fan Hu was just woken up. He asked unhappily, "What's the matter?"
The voice of the official in charge of contacting the secret agent came from outside, "Messenger, the secret agent... failed."
(End of this chapter)
