It was the morning of August 4, 276 in the Ming Dynasty, and the time was about seven o'clock. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Maraton was covered in sweat, and the sides of his thighs were even more worn out with blood, which could not be revealed through his pants, but was stained with a layer of bright blood red. He looked at the fallen war horse in a daze, shook his head helplessly, sighed and said, "It's me who is too anxious, I've been running for so long, and the war horse can't stand it." ”

Xi Jinwen turned sideways, but he still couldn't help but ask: "Dare to ask this soldier, how is the battle situation in the east?" ”

"What else?" Mara Song smiled, took off the red flag from his horse and tied it to his back, panted and arched his hand towards Xi Jinwen, and said, "Win!" Of course it was won! Big win, big win! The...... As a public officer, please also spread the word that Ma Zhengyousi buried my comrade-in-arms. I'm going to the Privy Council and get the word out at once! ”

With that, Maraton planted the red flag and strode towards the Privy Council of the Imperial City in the northwest direction

At this time, Hou Qing, who had just argued with Xi Jinwen, also walked out.

Hou Qing is a young man in his twenties, wearing a royal blue robe made of fine satin against Hou Qing, who is quite wealthy. He walked out, followed by a few scholars who had come with him.

These scholars were all standing aside, watching Xi Jinwen sing and dancing and saying, "It's another big victory!" This time, I said, the Holy One did nothing wrong. I shouldn't have made peace with that Tartar, only if I win the battle with dignity, can I hold my chest up! ”

Xi Dacai looked at Hou Qing and laughed: "Hou Qing, what's the matter, do you still remember what Fang Cai said?" Hey, but you didn't answer that just now. If it's true, we can't say anything about you. ”

"Why not?" Hou Qing drank the doctor and whispered to a scholar beside him: "Brother Liu, and lend me some, this time, I, Hou Qing, admit it." ”

"Dare to be a friend, such a friend, I am willing to help." The scholar arched his hand and said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, today I, Liu Yihe, invited you to use the Yipin Teahouse, and it will be recorded in my name." ”

"Another big victory?" The shopkeeper muttered, "This has been the enthronement of the Holy Lord, and this great victory is finally expected to come smoothly." Again and again, it seems to be like a dumpling. ”

When Liu Yihe heard this, he immediately laughed. Thinking back slightly, I suddenly felt that the major events I had experienced over the years seemed to be two worlds.

No one could have imagined that this Ming would be able to win such battles one after another.

"It's not clear how I'll win the battle, I'll send someone home to get the money first, and now I'll follow it myself! Perhaps, the newspaper will be able to take the lead. Hou Qing said a few words to Liu Yihe, and then pulled his legs and followed.

On the other side, Xi Jinwen saw Hou Qing admit the account, laughed and opened this section, and shouted that Xi Dacai cleaned up the body of Ma Song's mount together.

Xi Dacai is a man who understands horses, and when he saw that the war horse was covered in sweat, he only felt that a layer of oil had been uncovered when he touched it, and he suddenly sighed: "This soldier is really desperate." It's so desperate that the war horse is tired to death. ”

Xi Jinwen was a little worried about the herald: "I don't know what happened to the messenger and what the scene of this great victory is." ”

"Then Hou Qing just followed!" Xi Dacai said: "That person is not a bad person, he has a little crooked brain, and his heart is still good." ”

At this time, Hou Qing did follow all the way, but although Ma Sang galloped all the way into the city, the war horses were tired to death, but with a military order, he ran faster than Hou Qing who rested all night.

Seeing this, Hou Qing simply found an inn, took the jade pendant on his body to borrow a horse, and galloped towards Chengtianmen Street.

Finally, when Hou Qing walked all the way, he rushed to the door of the Privy Council in the early morning when there were few people.

When the soldiers in the Privy Council saw the messenger, their eyes were fixed on the red banner on Marasong's back.

Gu Yanwu had just arrived at the Privy Council office from his house at this time, and when he saw that the herald was running over on two legs, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Quickly call someone to come and receive and prepare salt water, this messenger is carrying a red flag, there is good news! Look at the uniform, this is the 3rd Regiment of the Guards Regiment! Gu Yanwu's eyes were sharp, and he immediately recognized the person.

When the officials of the Privy Council heard this, they were stunned at first, but then they moved one after another.

And Gu Yanwu also strode over and grabbed the comer: "You are the messenger of the third regiment?" Why are there no horses? I'm going to run here! ”

When Ma Song saw that Gu Yanwu's clothes were similar to those of the Privy Council's military advisor, he immediately rejoiced: "It can be regarded as letting me see my comrades in the Privy Council." I was tired of my warhorse, and I came here in a hurry to summon the message. I am the messenger of the 3rd Regiment Privy Secretariat, and carrying this pass flag on my back is the only urgent token of the 3rd Regiment Privy Secretariat. Spread the good news today! ”

After saying that, Maraton hurriedly took out a carefully guarded official document from his backpack.

"Good news? The military situation of the Holy Lord in the First Battle of Zunhua? Seeing this, Gu Yanwu didn't care that it was the door of the Privy Council at the moment, so he opened it excitedly. This official document was not encrypted, it was written directly in plain text, and the strokes were hasty, but it hid the heart of joy in writing, and Gu Yanwu couldn't help but read it out on the spot: "On August 3, 276 of the Ming Dynasty, the Holy Lord led the third regiment to join the battle, cooperating with the ambushed Tiance commando, Wu Sangui's department, who defected to the battle, and the Xuanfu army that arrived in time combined with the whole army of the Ming Dynasty to encircle and build a slave, and the whole army attacked, capturing the chieftain Duoduo, Ashan, Han Dai, and Ying Ordai to give the head, Turai was captured, and Balhalla surrendered!

"A big victory, a big victory to bury the main force of Jiannu!" Gu Yanwu was so excited that he couldn't help but tremble when he held the envelope in his hand.

On the other side, Ma Lasong suddenly smiled and said, "Not only that! Shengshang dispatched the Marine Corps of the Navy Division and the Ming Army of the Red Lady's Department to set off from Phoenix Island in Liaodong, raided Juehua Island, and conquered Ningyuan City. It is precisely because Ningyuan, Jinzhou and Shanhaiguan have all recovered. Then Jiannu's whole army's fighting spirit melted, and I won this great victory of the Ming Dynasty! ”

"Folks in Liaodong! The millions of people of Liaodong who died unjustly, you listen, Liaoxi is back! I, Daming, have brought back this land of Ningjin in Liaoxi! I'm ...... Finally, it is finally expected to destroy the Jiannu Tartars! ”

Malasong let out a laugh, laughed halfway, and suddenly fell to the ground.

Sigh Rhythm ......

Hou Qing galloped over, quickly turned over and dismounted, and strode over: "Why did this soldier fall?" ”

Gu Yanwu came back to his senses and found that Ma Rang was sitting on the ground.

And at this moment, several scribes of the Privy Council finally strode over with a pot of hot water with salt: "Master Gu, the salt water is ready!" ”

"This soldier? What happened to you? Are you okay? Gu Yanwu hurriedly helped Ma Rang up.

Hou Qing rushed over, and suddenly put his hand in front of Ma Song's nose and was stunned.

Looking at each other, Gu Yanwu looked at Hou Qing and said in a trembling voice: "You know medical skills?" Don't rescue it yet! ”

"I'm afraid it's too late...... Hou Qing withdrew his hand: "There is no ...... for snorting"

"Call the Medic!" Gu Yanwu shouted loudly.

The military doctor came quickly, and the reply was even more regretful: "It's late, if you can come earlier, I'm afraid there is a way." At this time, I was overworked, and I encountered great joy and sorrow, and my heart couldn't stand it, which can be regarded as a ...... Let's rejoice. By the way, why is this happening? ”

"This warrior passed the good news from Zunhua to the Beijing division overnight. After entering the Chongwen Gate just now, the war horse was also tired to death, I didn't expect it to ......" Hou Qing said, suddenly choking a little.

He finally understood why so many people simply insisted on not wanting to negotiate peace. There are so many people who sacrifice their lives and death to pay silently for this country, dedication, and support the confidence in those sonorous and powerful words.

It's like this Malasong.

The once unknown Liao people tried their best to join the army, but they failed to meet the opportunity to play. But when the task of delivering the message was given to him, he threw away his desperate life here.

Just to report the joy of this good news to Jingshi as soon as possible.

Half an hour later.

The Privy Council and the Cabinet acted quickly to carefully polish and announce the results of the Battle of Zunhua. Less than two quarters of an hour later, the people of the city, who had just risen, saw the messages of the people posted on the bulletin boards everywhere in the streets and alleys.

But Hou Qing silently accompanied Gu Yanwu to handle Ma Song's funeral.

Gu Yanwu and the nurses carried Maraton's body to the army hospital and returned to the Privy Council, and he decided to report Marathon's matter.

When he put pen to paper, Gu Yanwu thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "This is a martyr, a martyr, not a ...... Sickness and death. ”

Hou Qing instructed Gu Yanwu, and he decided to attend Malasong's funeral. Afterwards, he returned to the Huguang Guild Hall.

The Huguang Hall is not only inhabited by scholars who have entered Beijing to take the exam, but also has a new business. This is the "Jingshi Guang Commentary". This is an express report, thanks to the help of the newly established Changping No. 1 Printing Workshop in Jingshili, which greatly reduced the high cost of lead printing.

At first, Hou Qing suddenly discovered that there were a number of new books in Jingshi. The above are all legendary books written by some literati, telling the story of Zhu Cihong who fought against the internal invaders since the fifteenth year of the great Chongzhen, killed the Tartars, went down to the south of the Yangtze River, and broke the Shengjing. It's not unusual to say that this little talk book is not unusual, but what is strange is that this book is only one-third cheaper than ordinary talk books.

As soon as Hou Qing inquired, he found that after the first printing workshop in Changping came out, the original booksellers in Jingshi were full of lamentation. But in any case, the cost of printing plummeted.

As a result, "Jingshi Guang Commentary" also came into being, and it was not scheduled to be published, relying on Hou Qing and a few other friends to write well, and they were willing to make bold statements, for example, the matter of discussing peace was the loudest in "Jingshi Guang Commentary" before, and it was quite well-known in Beijing.

As the number one pen of "Jingshi Guang Commentary", Hou Qing, who returned to the Huguang Guild Hall, quickly started to write, and in less than three quarters of an hour, a thousand-character essay was written.

Hou Qing took a closer look, but suddenly felt extremely unfamiliar.

At this time, Liu Yihe also returned. When he entered the house, he saw that Hou Qing had already written a piece of eloquent writing, and after taking a closer look, he couldn't help but high-five and praise: "Brother Hou Xian, your words and sentences are becoming more and more exquisite." The book is like flowing water, and when I read it at the beginning, I only feel hearty. If you want me to see, this issue of "Jingshi Guang Commentary" has this eloquent article, and it can sell at least 5,000 copies! ”

Jingshi is the place with the largest literate population in the Ming Dynasty. Even among the markets, there are many characters who can break poems and sentences, not to mention the slaves of wealthy families, even if they are villagers and fools, some can read the newspaper by themselves. Even so, there are only about 100,000 people.

But Liu Yihe's assertion that he could sell 5,000 copies is obviously extremely commendable.

"It's Brother Liu. Thank you for your help. Hou Qing responded in despair.

Liu Yihe felt that something was wrong: "Brother Hou Xian is still uncomfortable because of that incident in the morning?" I think this article is well-conceived and well-worded. After you talk about a great victory, the people can restore peace, the court can reduce taxes, and the soldiers will not have to be killed or injured. When the people read it, they will surely forget what you had agreed to make peace before, and look forward to a time of peace. You don't have to mind! ”

Hou Qing shook his head, and suddenly tore up the article just now.

"I'm ashamed." Hou Qing said in a deep voice, "Do you remember that messenger? It was the man who died in front of the Yipin Teahouse. ”

"Didn't I remember, not to the Privy Council? This good news came, and it must have been delivered smoothly. Liu Yihe was a little puzzled.

"The Warrior...... He's dead. Hou Qing stood up tremblingly, looked at the sky outside the window, and said: "In this great world, when victory came, a Ming soldier fell in front of me. Do you know how he died? ”

Liu Yihe stared at it and shook his head slowly: "I don't know." ”

"It's the death of exhaustion, it's the death of surprise." Hou Qing said in a deep voice: "Brother Liu, I really never knew that there was such a kind of soldier and such a soldier in this world. They are really like the martial artists of the pre-Qin Dynasty, and they are the dry cities of the country. In order to tell the people of the Ming Dynasty about the victory as soon as possible and complete the duties of a soldier, he stayed awake all night, galloped from Zunhua into the Beijing Division, and the war horse was tired to death, and he ran from Chongwenmen Street to the Privy Council, how many roads was that. Life and life are tired and die, and life is surprised to die of exhaustion...... What kind of soldier is this time? What kind of soldier is it? ”

Liu Yihe was moved: "There is such a righteous ......"

"It's a martyr." Hou Qingfen wrote a book, and on the manuscript, a pure vernacular manuscript was written: "Ma Song is a simple Liaodong people, thirty years old, from the Songshan Shaolin Temple to practice martial arts, in order to recover his homeland, revenge for the slaughter of Jiannu, regardless of hard work to join the third regiment of the Royal Guards Legion. Just now, he fell in front of me, unfortunately died in the line of duty, and died in his post. ”

"A simple Ming people, in order to bring the good news of victory back to the country as soon as possible, he was tired and died. What kind of heart is this? What kind of spirit is it for a simple soldier of the empire to perform his duties without fear of death? ”

"This is the true innocence of the heart. This is pure patriotism. This is the cornerstone of the rise of the empire and the foundation of our Ming Zhongxing. I'm proud, proud. Ashamed of all my past contemptful opinions. Today, I, Hou Qing, swear here, search all my family wealth, give 1,000 taels of silver, and hold the Marasong Games on August 4 every year to commemorate Marasong's patriotic heart! ”

…… (To be continued.) )