"Wang Fuchen obeyed the order."_Jinshu entered the admiral's yamen and waited for Wang Fuchen to shut down everyone. In the open living room, Lan Jinshu was not long-winded and took out an imperial edict from his arms.

Wang Fuchen was still for a moment. Then he lifted up his robe and knelt down.

"The emperor is in charge of heaven and inherited the imperial edict: The Han people in the world have a bloodline. They are in harmony with each other. They ordered Wang Fuchen to be the King of Pingliang and the governor of the Pingliang Legion, and gave him a thousand taels of silver. I didn't say much. Wang Qing went to understand it himself." This imperial edict was very short. However, the content was a real place. He directly conferred the title and still led the troops. It was a great honor. Zhu Jun was not an idiot. Naturally, he knew how crucial it was to fight for Wang Fuchen for the entire battle. As long as Wang Fuchen was willing to surrender, Zhu Jun would certainly not be stingy with titles and rewards.

But Wang Fuchen did not accept the order. He raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jinshu: "Let's go. Wang heard that the court had changed the military system. The soldiers and horses in Pingliang City were all old brothers in Wang. Wang dared to ask. If Wang surrendered to Ming, would he continue to retain the organization?"

Lan Jinshu was not angry. Before leaving, the emperor once said that the most feared thing about Wang Fuchen was not that he was not about the conditions he was willing to accept the order. As long as he was willing to accept the order, he could agree to anything first. The more conditions he said, the more it means that his surrender was sincere.

"This... the emperor once said that Lord Wang can be used as an exception. Now that the war is imminent, Lord Wang must also understand the current situation. As long as Lord Wang is willing to return to the point, it will be a great contribution to the world."

Then Wang Fuchen snatched his head in a regular manner: "I thank the Lord for his kindness and will definitely live up to the emperor's entrustedness."

Lan Jinshu immediately smiled and helped Wang Fuchen up: "The King of Pingliang is indeed a person who knows the generalities. From then on, we will be ministers in the same palace.

Wang Fuchen also smiled and followed Lan Jinshu's hand: "Wang is really ashamed. As a Han Chinese, he is willing to be a hawk for Manchus. Now he has realized so many big mistakes. If the emperor had not understood, Wang really didn't know how to be a human being."

"Are you still afraid that King Pingliang will not find the opportunity to make meritorious service?" Lan Jinshu looked at Wang Fuchen with a smile and said in a pun.

"That's right, Wang has now blocked Pingliang City. Both sides of Pingliang City are built on the mountain. If you want to enter the Central Plains from here, you must enter the city. The 30,000 Longyou cavalry of Gansu Admiral Zhang Yong is outside the city. With Wang here, they will never let them enter Xi'an."

"That's good. With the words of King Pingliang, the officials will be relieved. As long as the Northwest Army does not participate in the war, the Ming Dynasty's King's Army will be ready for the day, and the contribution of King Pingliang can be kept in history."

The two of them had been chatting for a while. Lan Jinshu was in a very good mood now. He didn't expect that things would go so smoothly. Once the Pingliang cavalry reversed, the Longyou cavalry would not think about participating in the battle. The Manchu's strength was at least 30%. The emperor's strategy to recover Guanzhong was probably sure.

"Please please, Lord Lan. Wang has set up a banquet to be shocked by Lord."

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Zhang Yong, who had been waiting for two days in Pingliang City, finally lost his patience. The emperor's decree was very clear. The admirals of each province must lead their troops to Henan to gather and postpone the punishment of resisting the order. Now Zhang Yong has not had much time left. He sent a team of envoys to ask to enter the city, but the defenders at the Xicheng Gate refused, and Wang Fuchen was unwilling to see him at all.

Zhang Yong finally broke out, but Liangcheng was tall and vast, and the Longyou Army was all cavalry. There was no way to deal with this strong city. Zhang Yong personally yelled and cursed under the city, and then a group of archers suddenly appeared on the female wall at the top of the city, shooting randomly under the city. Fortunately, Zhang Yong quickly pulled his horse and turned his head and left, otherwise he might have been shot into a hedgehog.

The king's minister rebelled! Zhang Yong only woke up until today.

Zhang Yong was not a simple person. He had been through hundreds of battles in his life and conquered fifty prefectures and counties, and was famous. In his early years, he was in a middle-aged and injured his bones and could not walk. He was in a sedan chair to command the battle and charged forward. He was still willing to show weakness. He immediately mobilized the army to prepare to attack the city. On the other side, he wrote to Gansu and asked someone to mobilize artillery. For a moment, the entire northwest battle was covered with clouds and was very nervous.

Wang Fuchen Lan Jinshu went to the city of Xicheng together and looked at the camp built along the mountains several miles away from the city. Lan Jinshu stayed in Pingliang City for two days. When he heard that the Xicheng defenders shot arrows to the city under the city, he was naturally very happy. After all, Wang Fuchen was not without the possibility of false surrender, but now Wang Fuchen has turned against Zhang Yong, so all his concerns have gone. He looked at the Longyou Army under the city with interest and pointed at Wang Fuchen.

Wang Fuchen looked at the city without turning his eyes: "Zhang Yong is a rare talent as a tiger general. Although Pingliang City is strong, it is still better to be careful. Lord Lan, Wang here promises that he will protect Zhang Yong for three months. After three months, how about asking the court to send reinforcements?"

Lan Jinshu thoughtfully, three months later, the war in the Central Plains might have come to an end. As long as the 70,000 cavalry in the northwest did not participate in the war, there would be no problem with the Ming Dynasty's heroic army in Beiding. He quickly responded: "Then, there will be King Pingliang."

Wang Fuchen pointed at the city: "I see that the Longyou Army under the city did not attack the city. I guess they planned to transport artillery from Gansu to attack the city. Last year, the Qing court built a batch of artillery and divided it into various armies. Among them, Zhang Yong asked for a hundred gates on the grounds that the Junggar tribe appeared in the northwest. If the artillery was fired at the same time, I am afraid that the walls of Pingliang City could not be stopped. Can Wang ask the emperor for a batch of artillery to suppress the Longyou Army?"

Lan Jinshu nodded, and every word Wang Fuchen said was reasonable, so there was no reason for it: "Naturally, I will go east tomorrow, and I ask the emperor to ask for a batch of cannons. Don't worry, when it comes to cannons, how can the Tartars be my Ming rival."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Wang Fuchen's mouth: "Then, I'll be in trouble."

"Don't dare."

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The Northwest is the straw that determines the outcome, so I wrote more. In the future, you can know that the success or failure of the entire battle depends entirely on the Northwest Army. Uh, you won’t feel annoyed. Today, my friend came back from Beijing and went to have some wine. It’s pitiful, and there is still a chapter without code.
Chapter completed!