West of Taiyuan City.

The iron flow was rolling, the war horses were slapped, and the Central Army, with neatly lined up, was moving forward slowly. Under the illumination of the rising sun, it was like a long light blue snake, winding forward on the desolate Loess Plateau. Zhao Liujin led the temporary Shanxi officials to stand outside the city of Ma, and bid farewell to the Central Army with a solemn expression.

Zhao Liujin turned around and his eyes fell on the city gate. There was something hanging on the city gate, which was floating in the wind. Suddenly, Zhao Liujin felt a cold behind his neck. The thing was very light, and it could float up as soon as the wind blew, but it was in a human form. Yes, this thing was Wu Sangui's human skin, with grass stuffed inside!

Yesterday afternoon, Wu Sangui was peeled alive at the Caishikou in the east of the city. The executioner cut off a small piece of scalp from the forehead of the traitor in front of countless onlookers, and then poured it into it with mercury. Under the erosion of mercury, the human skin and muscles of the traitor slowly broke away, and finally peeled off the human skin like a molting snake.

Recalling the bloody body after Wu Sangui was stripped of human skin, as well as his struggle and wailing before his death, Zhao Liujin's tail bones immediately shrank. What a pity, Wu Sangui, a big traitor, wailed for several hours before he swallowed his anger. The pain this guy suffered before his death was the only thing that scorpions shit in the world.

Traitor, this is the end of being a traitor. From now on, no one in the Ming Dynasty dares to be a traitor again.

But then again, under Wang Pu's iron fist rule, the revival of the Ming Empire was in sight, and the surrounding barbarians were vulnerable to the powerful Central Army. In such a prosperous era, who would be willing to be slaves to foreign tribes, and who would let the good Ming people not be treated as traitors?

Wang Ju walked slowly to Zhao Liujin and called softly: "Governor Zhao? Governor Zhao!"

While calling out three times, Zhao Liujin woke up as if he was dreaming. He hurriedly wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and responded respectfully: "Uh, Wang... Wang Yuanwai."

Wang Ju smiled and said, "The Central Army has gone far away, so let's go back to the city. There are still some details in the package of plans negotiated last night, and we need to sit down and implement them well."

"Oh, that's that." Zhao Liujin hurriedly said, "Shanxi is now in chaos and needs the strong support of Shanxi merchants like Wang Yuanwai. Please..."

Liu Rushi rode his horse close to Wang Pu and asked in a low voice: "Master, the traitor Wu Sangui has finally been executed, and Shanxi has returned to the Ming Dynasty. Are you happy?"

"Happy?" Wang Pu shook his head, and the expression on his face felt indescribable loneliness. "What's there to be happy about? What's there to be happy about?"

After breathing a long sigh, a desolate singing suddenly came from the ridge in front of him.

June Grey twenty-three,

The fifth brother's sheep in the grass beach,

Wearing that straw raincoat, he held an umbrella in his hand.

Huailaizhong held the shovel that sheeped again.

September geese breeze cools down,

The fifth brother has no clothes for herding sheep.

Little sister, I have a little coat,

Change the mouth and put it inside.

November 39th day,

The fifth brother is so pitiful,

It's windy and snowy,

He only came back from the sun that sets west.

...

In the distance, an old man wrapped in a white towel was sitting on the desolate loess slope and singing loudly. In front of the old man, more than a dozen sheep were eating grass. The crisscrossing loess plateau was condensed on the old man's face, turning into crisscrossing wrinkles, but his hoarse voice was inexplicably desolate.

"It's so sad..."

As he listened, Liu Rushi's beautiful eyes suddenly turned red. He looked back at Wang Pu and asked, "Master, is this the folk songs in northern Shaanxi that you told my sisters when you first arrived in Nanjing?"

"Yes." Wang Pu nodded and said sadly, "This is a folk song in northern Shaanxi."

"It's so sad." Liu Rushi's beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness and unbearableness, and he whispered, "The people here must be very miserable..."

Wang Pu was silent, but Liu Rushi saw a rare depression on his face. In her memory, Wang Pu has always been an energetic and active person. This was the first time she saw such a depressed expression. Fang couldn't help but feel a lot of tenderness in her heart. She reached out from the horse and gently held Wang Pu's rough big hand.

Liu Rushi could feel the heavy feeling of Wang Pu and the regret of the people in his heart.

"Rushi." Wang Pu held Liu Rushi's little hand tightly with his back hand and said in an inexplicable tone, "Do you believe that I must let the people of the Ming Dynasty live a good life, so that they can eat, dress well, and live well. Every child can go to school. All sick people can respect the doctor. As long as they are willing, everyone has enough money to travel around the world!"

Wang Pu was not talking lies out of thin air. With the current comprehensive strength of the Ming Empire, if it could complete the industrial revolution before the West, conquering the entire world would not be a dream. Of course, the conquest of the world that Wang Pu wanted was not to send troops to occupy all the land in the world.

In Wang Pu's view, sending troops to occupy is the most inferior approach. Of course, for some strategic areas or areas with rich resources, it must be occupied, and it must be occupied at all costs, such as the Middle East with rich oil resources, Australia with rich iron ore, and South Africa with a large amount of diamonds and gold.

In Wang Pu's idea, the Han people must have the absolute right to speak in this world and the right to formulate the rules of the game.

"Believe." Liu Rushi nodded repeatedly, "I believe that the prince can do it."

The expression on Wang Pu's face suddenly changed sternly. He waved his fists viciously and said in a voice: "Of course, this is a road full of difficulties, and it is also a road full of blood. However, for the Ming Empire and the Han people, I will not hesitate to bear the eternal infamy, and even raise a butcher knife to the alien race. Who dares to stop the progress of our Han people... Kill without mercy!"

On the west coast of the Korean Peninsula, the Ming Navy was sailing forward slowly while sailing through the wind and waves.

Amid the heavy footsteps, two navy generals rushed to the deck. One of them pointed to the island in front of the sea and sky and said to Shi Lang: "General, the front army returns. There are about a few hundred Koreans on Jeju Island. It seems that they fled to the island to avoid the massacre of Jiannu. Do you want it...?"

Shi Lang turned around and said coldly: "What do you want?"

The general stumbled and said, "North Korea was once a vassal state of our Ming Dynasty, and their king is now living in Nanjing. I think you should help them?"

"Help them?" Shi Lang's eyes showed murderous intent and said coldly, "Does our Ming Dynasty help Koreans less? Even the name of North Korea was given by our founding emperor Hongwu. In order to help the Koreans resist the invasion of the Japanese, many good men died in a foreign land, but what happened? These ungrateful turtle grandsons defected to Jiannu, hum!"

The general lowered his head and said with shame: "Yes, he is humble and stupid."

"Send the order." Shi Lang said coldly, "The navy temporarily roams Jeju Island to replenish tasting water. If the North Koreans have anything to eat, they will rob them all. As for the lives of the North Koreans... what does the lives of the North Koreans have to do with us? We are already very kind if we don't raise the butcher's knife to them."

Among the four major generals of the Ming Navy, Huang Degong was the most capable and the oldest.

Zhang Yanlin and Li Ang were fierce and bloodthirsty, and they were simply two murderous demon kings. Except for the people of the Ming Empire, anyone in the world was their enemies and the targets of their massacre. After that, on the journey of the Ming Navy's expansion to the outside world, the two slaughtered tens of thousands of villages and cities with blood. The bones that died under their swords were enough to build a majestic city!

However, Shi Lang is undoubtedly the one who is most influenced by Wang Pu's strategic thinking. He is not as bloodthirsty as Zhang Yanlin, Li Ang and others, nor is he as kind as Huang Degong. He did not directly kill the Koreans on Jeju Island, but snatched their pitiful food in cold blood. This is actually no different from killing these Koreans.

In fact, Shi Lang also knew that it didn't matter whether or not these Koreans were killed. Even if they could survive today, they would not survive tomorrow. Because with the support of the Ming Dynasty and the Central Army, the foreign expansion of cowboys in the north was vigorously unfolding, and the Korean Peninsula would sooner or later become a farm and ranch for cowboys. The Koreans who originally lived on this land, namely the natives of Goryeo, would sooner or later not escape the massacre of these cowboys.

The weak eats the strong eats the game rules of nature have always been like this, and the game rules of the human world are the same. Even in the highly civilized future world, this rule has never changed. Maybe one day, human beings will perish, but this rule will continue to exist...

Xi'an, Dashun Palace.

Emperor Dashun Li Zicheng was summoning all civil and military officials to discuss matters. Compared with a few years ago, although Li Zicheng is dressed brightly, he looks much older. His expression is also dark yellow, and his eyes are dim. When he sees this look, he knows that he is too much wine and his body has been empty.

It is no wonder that since Beijing was defeated and returned to Shaanxi, Li Zicheng has either been drunk or promising misery day and night in the palace with his concubines. He finally had time to go to court to govern the government. He always said that in the past, I had commanded millions of troops to sweep the north and competed with the Central Plains...

It collapsed. Now Li Zicheng has long been mentally destroyed. Since he returned to Shaanxi, he has never been out of the shadow of this disastrous defeat.

"Long live." Prime Minister Niu Jinxing came out to report, "For a detailed return, Wang Pu personally led 100,000 Central Army to advance westward along the Beichuan River. He had passed Qinglong Ferry yesterday. Judging from the itinerary, it may have reached Shangping Pass now..."

"What!?" Li Zicheng was shocked and said angrily, "The Central Army has arrived at Shangping Pass? Isn't this already coming to the door of my house? Why didn't such a major military situation report to me earlier, but waited until the Central Army came to me before coming to me, huh?"

Niu Jinxing said bitterly: "Long live, I wanted to go to the palace to see you three days ago, but..."

Indeed, Niu Jinxing wanted to enter the palace for three consecutive days but was rejected by Li Zicheng. At that time, Li Zicheng was hugging Hu Ji Kuaihai, who had just bought from the Western Regions. The freshness of foreign meat had not passed, so he naturally didn't bother to pay attention to the government. Li Zicheng, who knew that he was in the wrong, waved his hand impatiently and said, "Okay, since this is already there, it's useless. Let's talk about it, my dear friends, what good strategies can we get away with the enemy?"

All civil and military officials lowered their heads, and no one dared to say anything.

The power of the Ming Central Army is now known to everyone. With less than 30,000 Central Army, the 300,000 Jiannu and the Tartars were defeated without leaving any armor. Now that the 100,000 Central Army is coming to attack, what can Dashun Dynasty resist? There is no way to fight this battle. Dashun Dynasty and Dashun Army can only go, either escape or surrender!

In fact, there were indeed many Dashun generals who secretly contacted the Central Army.

The Guanning Army in Shanxi is a good example. Although the traitor Wu Sangui was stripped alive, the Wu family, which once flourished in western Liaoning, was also destroyed by nine clans. However, all the soldiers of the Guanning Army were almost completely affected and transformed from a rebel to a Shanxi security team of the Ming Dynasty.

This is a fatal temptation for the Dashun Army. Since the rebels in Henan can be reorganized into the Central Army, and since the Guanning Army in Shanxi can be reorganized into the security team, why can't the rebels in Shaanxi be reorganized into the security team? If the Dashun Army surrenders, Li Zicheng and a few senior generals will certainly be unable to escape death, but most of the rebel soldiers will definitely not be implicated.

"I'm mute? They're all mute!" Li Zicheng said furiously, "I remember when I personally led a large army to compete in the Central Plains, millions of Ming troops were dealt with by me. I would still be afraid of these 100,000 Central Army! Prime Minister, I will set up an altar tomorrow. I will personally lead the imperial army to fight against Wang Pu."

Niu Jinxing didn't say anything, but a strange look appeared on his face.

A million army? There are still millions of troops in the Dashun Dynasty. The Dashun Army gathered in Xi'an City has only more than 30,000 people. Among them, most of them are recruited for forced recruitment. The morale is low, the morale is low, the equipment is lacking, and there is no combat power at all. Where can Niu Jinxing recruit million army?

The Dashun Army will be so down and out, which is also the fatal weakness of the rebels.

There is only one reason why the people want to rebel is that they can't survive. After all, there are very few people who want to make a fortune and join the rebels. Most of them rebel because they are desperate and cannot survive. However, since Sun Chuanting took over the cabinet, the party struggle has suddenly stopped and the administration has been completely renewed. Under the governance of the new cabinet, the situation in Huguang, Henan, and Beizhi provinces is stable and prosperous. The lives of the people have hope. Who is willing to risk the beheading and rebel with Li Zicheng?

Over the past year, the Dashun regime in Shaanxi can only be described as "scattered money" by tree-falling money. Especially after the promulgation of the Hu killing order, not only did the people in Shaanxi go into exile in other provinces, but many veterans in the Dashun army who had been fighting on the battlefield for several years also became deserters and went to Beizhi to work as cowboys in the northern part. Although the people are simple, they are not fools. If they can choose, who can hold a good day and a good farmer, but they are not good farmers, but they are rebels?

Fundamentally speaking, the Dashun regime at present has no state at all, no bureaucratic system of the court, and even the army has fallen apart. In other words, Li Zicheng and Niu Jinxing, who were immersed in their dreams, took the Dashun regime seriously, and tried their best to maintain the Dashun regime's rule in Shaanxi Province.

"Prime Minister, haven't you heard what I said?"

Seeing that Niu Jinxing didn't say anything, Li Zicheng said angrily, "I ordered you to set up an altar outside the city. When tomorrow, I will summon a million troops to vow to fight in person."

"Long live, long live..." Niu Jinxing knelt down on the ground and said in tears, "Wake up, wake up quickly. At present, there are only more than 30,000 soldiers left in my Dashun Dynasty, and there is a shortage of food and grass, and there is no equipment..."

"Nonsense!" Li Zicheng said angrily, "There are five or six million strong men in Shaanxi. Isn't it easy to summon a million troops?"

"Oh, I don't know if I live in the deep palace forever..." Niu Jinxing sighed sadly, "There were indeed five or six million strong men in Shaanxi, but after the war, most of the strong men had died in battle, and countless old, young, women and children were starved to death. In addition, after the imperial court issued the order to kill Hu, the people fled in large numbers. Now the Shaanxi prefectures have...the total population of Shaanxi is only a few hundred thousand."

"Ah!?" Li Zicheng was shocked when he heard this. Finally, he woke up from his confused mood and said in a lost voice, "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Niu Jinxing said sadly: "Long live, there is only one plan now."

"What's the countermeasure?" Li Zicheng said anxiously, "Prime Minister, come on."

Niu Jinxing said: "At this point, I can only ask for help from the Great Western Kingdom."

"Great Western Kingdom?" Li Zicheng's brows frowned in an instant, "Zhang Xianzhong?"

Li Zicheng was not very concerned about Zhang Xianzhong, the former defeated general. Although Zhang Xianzhong had saved Li Zicheng once, in Li Zicheng's opinion, Zhang Xianzhong was a martial artist and could not accomplish any major events at all, but now he asked him to bow his head and ask Zhang Xianzhong for help. He really couldn't erase this face.

Niu Jinxing said: "Long live, the Central Army is strong and powerful, and it is coming in full force. It is not our Dashun Army that can only stop it. There is no other good plan except asking for help from the Daxi Army."

"But..." Li Zicheng said sadly, "Is Zhang Xianzhong willing to send troops to rescue him?"

"It should be." Niu Jinxing said, "One is the lip and the teeth are cold. If our Dashun Army is destroyed, the Central Army will deal with the Dashun Army next. Zhang Xianzhong cannot not know this. We can offer generous conditions for the two. If the Dashun Army can help our Dashun Army repel the Central Army, we will ced several prefectures in the west to the Dashun Kingdom."

Li Zicheng's brows were even tighter, but when he thought about this, there was no other way, so he had to sigh and say to Niu Jinxing: "Well, the Prime Minister will do this. You tell Zhang Xianzhong that except for Yan'an Prefecture and Xi'an Prefecture, my entire Shaanxi can be given to him."

"I obey the order."

Niu Jinxing knelt three times and kowtowed to Li Zicheng, then stood up and left.

Li Zicheng grew up and roared with his big sleeves: "Retreat the court..."
Chapter completed!