A traditional martial arts novel set in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, featuring youthful passion, political intrigue, and war. However, it doesn't include time travel or fanfiction. It's a classic book; you can try reading it and see if you can get through it.
The protagonist is in Liaodong during the late Ming Dynasty, where armies from various dynasties collide with him, similar to the Mount & Blade system.
Officially approved historical fantasy novel → Multiple female protagonists → Cavalry battles → Capital established in Ili!! No system → No airplanes or cannons → Cold weapon combat → Strategic planning → Tactical combat → Sneaky ambushes… Let's look forward to it! 12441
"Take your time?" Huang Youlu, with a musket pressed against his chest, dared to sneer. "Zhu He'an, do you really think you've won just because you've entered the county government? I still have eleven Green Standard Army brothers, and county militia patrolling the city. The gong has already sounded; if we delay any longer, this place will be completely surrounded." Zhu He'an, sitting in the magistrate's chair, ignored him and instead called out towards the door, "Liu Sandao, have you rescued them yet?" "Yes!" Footsteps came from the direction of the county prison. Liu Sandao led ten Imperial Guard soldiers into the front courtyard, followed by a dozen or so disheveled prisoners. Leading the pack was a gaunt old man in his sixties, his iron chains having just been broken, dragging half of them as he walked. The old man saw Zhu He'an sitting in the main hall and knelt down with a thud. "This old minister pays his respects to Your Majesty!" This was the Grand Tutor of the Ming Dynasty, who had been in charge of feeding cattle for the Zhu family before ascending the throne. When Shibi Village fell, he was too old to escape and was dragged out of the cowshed by soldiers. The county government originally intended to use him to lure out Zhu's remaining followers, but unexpectedly, they actually lured the Ming emperor himself. Zhu He'an looked at the wounds on the old man's face, and his smile faded slightly. "Take the Grand Tutor and the others to the back hall for dinner. Let them recognize who beat them." Hearing this, the constables who were pretending to be dead against the pillars immediately shrank back a few steps. Head Constable Hong lay on the ground, wishing he could bury his face in the cracks between the bricks. Huang Youlu didn't mention reinforcements anymore. The county jail was right next to the county government office. These rebels dared to split their forces to break into the jail, and naturally they would dare to kill everyone in the hall before reinforcements arrived. Moreover, Zhu He'an still had Zhou Shouli in his hands. If a fight broke out, it was uncertain whether the county soldiers would save the county magistrate first or save their own lives. Sure enough, there was a knocking sound outside the county government office gate, and a patrolling county soldier asked through the door what was happening in the jail. Zhu He'an glanced at Zhou Shouli, and Zhang Xiaocui's dagger was already pressed against his lower back. Zhou Shouli understood immediately and could only shout at the top of his lungs, "This county is interrogating a wanted criminal! All teams, guard the street entrances. No one is allowed to enter the yamen without orders!" The people outside responded and quickly dispersed. Huang Youlu's face grew even more grim as he listened to the footsteps fading away. Zhou Shouli's shout had already personally blocked reinforcements for the rebels. "Can we talk now?" Zhu He'an asked. Zhou Shouli knelt at the bottom of the steps, nodding repeatedly, "We can talk! Your Majesty wants silver, and there is still some in the county treasury. This humble official is willing to offer it all, only begging Your Majesty to spare my life." "If I only wanted silver, why would I have come to the city?" Zhu He'an threw the half-written victory report in front of him. "Magistrate Zhou, Black Wind Stronghold wasn't breached last night, and I even rescued the salt workers from Xiaxi Village. Yao Fu and Yao Shun are dead, and I just ransacked Yao Family Village. Most of the men you sent out were lost, and the county jail was also raided. What are you going to write when the prefectural government sends people to investigate?" Zhou Shouli's lips moved, but he didn't answer. Scholar Yao, however, grasped at a straw and hurriedly shouted, "Magistrate Zhou! This is a chance to redeem myself! Commander Huang's troops are in the city. If we can hold them off, I'm willing to give another five thousand taels to help suppress them. Killing Zhu He'an will still be a great victory today!" "Shut up!" Sun Qi kicked him in the back: "We turned Yao Family Village upside down, and only found a little over three hundred taels of silver. You're asking for five thousand taels? Where's the rest?" Scholar Yao was kicked to the ground, and when he heard Sun Qi announce the amount of silver, all the color drained from his face. Zhu He'an smiled, "Old Master Yao's reminder is well-deserved. Today is indeed a day for a great victory." He extended his hand to Lai Wenzhang. Lai Wenzhang, who was already standing beside him with the camphor wood box in his hand, immediately placed a stack of letters, salt accounts, and blank trading cards on the official table upon hearing this. Zhou Shouli's face twitched after reading only the first letter. It was a letter he had personally written to Scholar Yao, containing details about how many men should be sent to Baishi Village and which salt route should be allocated afterward. "If these things are sent to Zhangzhou Prefecture, how long will Magistrate Zhou live?" Zhu He'an asked. "These are official documents privately kept by the Yao family and cannot be counted!" Zhou Shouli replied quickly, "I can say they are forgeries!" "Good." Zhu He'an leaned back in his chair, "The Yao family forged official letters to secretly communicate with the rebels in Wushan; they also privately kept blank trading cards stamped by the county government, and while the government troops were out of the city to suppress the rebels, they sent their servants with weapons to infiltrate the county town, intending to break into the prison and seize the county government." Zhou Shouli was stunned. Huang Youlu understood first. He turned to look at the two large carts in the courtyard adorned with Yao family lanterns, then at the Yao family muskets on them. The items were genuine, and the Yao family's warrants were real. The county government had indeed been attacked today, the county jail had indeed been raided, and even Zhou Shouli and himself, a Green Standard Army captain, had been held at gunpoint. By simply changing a few names, a defeat could be rewritten as a resounding victory. "The Yao family outwardly aided the suppression, but secretly they were collaborators with the Ming dynasty," Zhu He'an continued. "Yao Fu was appointed a grain transport official by the Ming dynasty, using the pretext of suppression to deliver muskets and gunpowder to the Black Wind Fortress. Scholar Yao stayed in the county town to provide support, preparing to open the city gates amidst the chaos." "Magistrate Zhou saw through the scheme and personally led his constables to defend the county government; Captain Huang fought valiantly to reinforce the city, beheading a high-ranking Ming official and repelling hundreds of rebels. Although the rebels managed to capture several prisoners, the county town was ultimately saved." At this point, Zhu He'an pointed to the victory report. "You can write 8,000 for a mere twenty-odd people. Adding a fake official to the Yao family—I don't need to teach you step-by-step, do I?" Zhou Shouli stared at the official document on the ground, his breathing growing heavier. The attack on the county government couldn't be concealed; the city gate guards and half the street's inhabitants all saw the Yao family's convoy enter the city. If they reported it according to Zhu He'an's explanation, all the holes could be plugged. The Yao family's shops, houses, and land in the county would become their property, and he and Huang Youlu could continue to climb the ranks based on their merit in defending the city. The only ones who would have to pay the price were the Yao family and pretend they didn't know a Ming emperor was still alive in Wushan. Yao, the scholar, understood and struggled to his feet: "Zhou Shouli! How much silver did my Yao family pay for you? Half of your official hat was bought by the Yao family! If you dare use me as a scapegoat, I'll expose all your salt tax collection, salt-selling, and killing innocent people to claim credit!" Zhou Shouli's eyes changed. If Scholar Yao were dead, those things would merely be accusations by rebels against an official of the court; if Scholar Yao were alive, every word he uttered could become evidence in the investigation by the prefectural government. "What does Your Majesty desire?" Huang Youlu finally loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword. "Five hundred taels of silver. Take what's available in the county treasury first; if that's not enough, supplement it from the traitorous property in Yaojia City. The gunpowder, bows, arrows, and spears in the county treasury should be enough to fill two carts. All the prisoners rescued today belong to me. If there's another large army attacking Wushan in the future, send someone to inform them in advance." Huang Youlu said coldly, "Making us cover up your rebellion is a crime punishable by the extermination of our entire clan." "The eight thousand rebels you reported are also deceiving the emperor." Zhu He'an looked at him: "If I die today, the government will come looking for eight thousand corpses sooner or later. If I live, you can win a great victory every now and then. I'll kill the salt smugglers, bandits, and disobedient villages in the mountains for you; you'll report your heads as merit. If all the rebels are dead, what will Captain Huang use to become a centurion?" Huang Youlu did not refute. This deal was too dangerous, but it was indeed valuable. "Words are no proof," Zhu He'an said. "Magistrate Zhou will write a proclamation accusing the Yao family of colluding with the rebels and affix the county seal. Battalion Commander Huang will sign the detailed document on defending the city and affix the official seal. Also, write a secret contract, clearly detailing the eight thousand rebels and today's transaction, in duplicate." Zhou Shouli gritted his teeth and asked, "After I've written it, will Your Majesty withdraw your troops?" "Load the silver and weapons onto the carts, and I will leave immediately. As for the future…" Zhu He'an looked towards the county town outside the courtyard. "Magistrate Zhou will continue to be a loyal subject of the Qing Dynasty, and I will continue to be a rebel of the Ming Dynasty. During festivals, we'll exchange a few heads; that'll be a kind of official-traitor alliance." Zhou Shouli still had reservations: "The county treasury has accounts with Zhangzhou Prefecture. If any silver is missing, the prefecture will investigate." "The Yao family colluded with the rebels. During the raid, they found five hundred taels of silver hidden in their possession. The county government hadn't even had time to put it into the treasury before the rebels looted it. The items in the armory were damaged and lost during the defense of the city." Zhu He'an pointed to the mess on the ground. "The battlefield is right here. If Magistrate Zhou can't even balance these accounts, he can't write up eight thousand rebels." Huang Youlu asked in a deep voice: "Today we were forced to agree by you. Once you leave the city, how do you know we won't immediately send troops to hunt you down?" "I don't know." Zhu He'an answered very decisively: "I didn't expect either of you to be loyal to the Ming Dynasty. Whenever you think you can kill me, come on; whenever I can take the county, I won't give you any advance notice. This deal is for today only." Huang Youlu stared at him for a while, then nodded. If Zhu He'an truly believed two corrupt officials would never betray them based on a secret contract, he'd be a fool who wouldn't live long. Both sides knew how long this relationship would last; it all depended on who had the faster blade and more soldiers. Sun Qi's eyes lit up: "Your Majesty, can this deal incur interest?" "Shut up, go check the county treasury first." Zhou Shouli picked up the pen from the ground, his hand trembling twice, before finally writing the first line on the paper: "The traitorous gentry Yao, whose family has received the Emperor's favor for generations, harbors treacherous intentions..." Yao, the scholar, lunged at the desk like a madman, but was kicked back by Chen Yinglong. "Zhou Shouli! Huang Youlu! You two corrupt officials will die a horrible death!" Huang Youlu drew his knife. Yao watched him approach step by step, finally realizing that no one would save him today, and turned to crawl towards the courtyard gate. A blade flashed from behind, blood splattering on the notice Zhou Shouli had just written. Huang Youlu's voice was still hoarse as he sheathed his sword: "The traitor Yao resisted arrest and attempted to assassinate the county magistrate. I have executed him on the spot." Zhou Shouli stared at Yao's corpse for a moment, then picked up the county seal and stamped it heavily at the end of the notice. "Commander Huang has beheaded the Ming's grain and fodder manager, a first merit." Huang Youlu wiped the blood from his sword, signed his name on the detailed document on defending the city and the two secret contracts, and then took out the official seal to stamp them. Zhou Shouli had already killed the scapegoat and had no way back, so he could only stamp the county seal as well. Lai Wenzhang and the others, after the ink had dried slightly, folded one of the secret contracts and put it in their book box. Zhu He'an sat in the county magistrate's hall, watching the two Qing officials use Yao's blood to issue the first long-term meal ticket for the Ming Dynasty. "That's right." "Since we've become rebels, we have to learn to get the court to report our merits."
My soul transmigrates into the body of Emperor Huizong of the fallen Song Dynasty, starting in a prison cart on the verge of death! I seize military power, establish a base, develop firearms, and rise from a spark in Yimeng to global unification. No cowards on the road to supremacy—this revival is absolutely thrilling!!!
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