[The great changes in Jiashen·The emperor moved southward·Rewriting the fate of the Han family for three hundred years]
In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen's reign, Jiashen was in national calamity. Li Zicheng's millions of rogue bandits knocked on the pass, the isolated city of Beijing rotted away, its nine sides collapsed, and the land in the north sank.
In history, Chongzhen hanged himself on Meishan, and the orthodoxy of the Ming Dynasty was cut off. After that, there was no owner in the south of the Yangtze River, kings fought for the throne, vassal towns were separated, civil servants and factions fought endlessly, and civil strife broke out every year in the south. In the end, the country was devastated, and China's reputation declined for three hundred years.
But this year, Chongzhen no longer died for his country.
Zhu Youjian, who returned from time travel, saw through the doomsday situation of empty talk that misled the country and the Qing Dynasty. He tore up the pedantic ancestral system and broke free from the shackles of the eternal name.
No matter how many people in the Qing Dynasty tried to stop him and scolded him, he insisted on going his own way and crossed south with iron bones!
Those who wish to leave will follow me south, and those who wish to stay will defend the northern capital.
Chongzhen resolutely moved south to Jinling with his orthodox imperial court, the East Palace clan, and loyal and brave soldiers and civilians.
From then on, there were no kings in the Southern Ming Dynasty usurping the throne, no internal fighting in the vassal town, and no leaderless leader!
The emperor sat in the south of the Yangtze River, the center was stable, and the court was unified.
Rely on the natural danger of the Yangtze River to reject the Eight Banners' cavalry; rely on the prosperity of the south of the Yangtze River to rebuild the mountains and rivers.
Rectify official administration, eliminate party strife, train new troops, open up sea trade, consolidate the Huaihe River, stabilize Huguang, and win over Fujian and Yue.
The Northern Qing Dynasty and the Southern Ming Dynasty faced each other across the river!
The remaining light is no longer the fleeting afterglow of the setting sun, but the eternal rising sun that is reborn against the odds and counterattacks step by step.
A crossing to Jiashen will continue the setting sun of the Ming Dynasty for a hundred years, and save China from sinking for three hundred years!
Unless I die, Ming Dynasty will not perish!
As the Dragon Flag of the Ming Dynasty slowly rose over the city of Shengjing, all the hometowns outside the Pass that had been occupied for more than 20 years returned to the territory of the Han Dynasty. Clothes and clothes return to Liaozuo, rituals and music are revived in northern Xinjiang, and the mountains and rivers of China that have been broken for decades are finally completely healed and unified. Since then, the turbulent times since the late Ming Dynasty, in which natural disasters have occurred one after another for decades, the government has collapsed, bandits have emerged, mountains and rivers have overturned, the Central Plains has subsided, Hu horses have entered the pass, and millions of people have been displaced, has come to an end. The Ming Dynasty was reborn from nirvana in a desperate situation, and reorganized the world in troubled times. The beacon smoke has dissipated, the mountains and rivers are forever stable, the world is peaceful, and the prosperous age has begun.
In the Ming Dynasty, there is no internal strife in the court, no chaos in the emperor's life, no constraints on the generals, and no corruption in the rear. The whole country is united, with sufficient soldiers and armor, and abundant food and grass. Hundreds of thousands of the Northern Expedition King's troops are recharged and ready to go. The cold front of the troops is already aimed at the remaining land in Liaodong. The remaining snow melted, the east wind broke through, and there was no warm spring feeling between heaven and earth. There was only an overwhelming chilling air pressing thousands of miles north. Inside the pass, the Han Dynasty was prospering, and thousands of troops were at war; outside the pass, flags were waving, and civil strife collapsed. Dorgon stood at the top of Shengjing City, looking south at the boundless frozen soil, knowing that the situation was over. The centuries-old national destiny of the Manchu Qing Dynasty and the fame of the Eight Banners in hundreds of battles have long been burned to ashes in the snowy plains of the Central Plains. Today's lingering breath is just the last silence before the end. As soon as the glacier opens, the thunder will fall. This time, there was no retreat or appeasement in the Ming Dynasty's Northern Expedition. The only option was to sweep the holes and put an end to Hu Chen.
"God bless you..."
He murmured in a low voice, his voice hoarse and dry, full of endless desolation and fate, without any trace of the regent's heroic spirit.
A hundred miles away, the Northern Expedition camped.
Chongzhen received the victory report from the front line and glanced across the paper full of military achievements. His expression was as calm as water, without any hint of pride or arrogance.
He raised his eyes and looked north. At the end of the frozen mountains and rivers, the land of Yanyun was lifeless, and the remaining routes of the barbarians were cut off.
The cold winter wore away the energy of the barbarians, and the wind and snow blocked the remaining lives of the Qing Dynasty.
The severe cold will eventually melt away, and the ice and snow will eventually disappear. When the spring breeze crosses the north and the frozen soil warms up next year, it will be the day when the old dynasty is overthrown, the Han family is restored to glory, and the Ming Dynasty determines the fate of the world.
The north wind is silent and the remaining snow is heavy.
The century-old arrogance of the cavalry outside the Guan Dynasty to dominate the Central Plains has been wiped out by the wind and snow tonight. In the isolated city, the remaining prisoners are lingering, leaving only a fragment of the story, waiting for the fate of fate.
The north wind howls, sweeping across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. The two armies of the North and the South, with millions of troops, entered into a state of confrontation. On one side are the allied forces of the Han family who have gathered their strength and reborn from the ashes, defending their homeland, restoring their rivers and mountains, and showing great fighting spirit. On one side is the Manchu Qing Dynasty outside the Pass, who are still fighting against the enemy and the whole country is fighting to the death. They are defending their foundation, gambling on the fate of the country, and making a last-ditch effort. The machinations and intrigues have come to an end, and the game of hearts and minds has been finalized. Every gain and loss in the next mountains and rivers will require a bloody battle; every victory or defeat in the future will be a duel of national destiny. In late autumn, there is frost and cold, and the sky is full of iron and blood. The Ming Dynasty's final Northern Expedition and the final decisive battle in the mountains and rivers have been quietly brewing in the long confrontation and precipitation, waiting for the thunder to break. When the snow covers the Central Plains, this stalemate thousands of miles away will finally explode with a blood-stained battle across the mountains and rivers.
"The whole front has shifted to a stalemate, recuperating and reorganizing its armaments."
"From then on, there was no coincidence between the Qing Dynasty and the Southern Ming Dynasty. The only way to win or lose was to rely on national strength, soldiers and horses, and bloody battles."
The Manchu and Qing Dynasties completely gave up their conspiracy and alienation, and prepared to start a head-to-head bet on the fate of the country with the Ming Dynasty.
The war between the North and the South has completely entered the most brutal and pure era of iron-blooded tug-of-war.
Inside the pass, the Han coalition forces were united and suppressed the enemy on both fronts; outside the pass, the entire Manchu and Qing Dynasty defended and fought with their last legs.
Mountains and rivers are ups and downs, the fate of the country is at stake, and the real decisive battle of the Northern Expedition has slowly begun.
The west route reinforcements led by Liu Zongmin galloped all the way and successfully entered Xi'an and stabilized the situation in Qinchuan.
A dead situation that was destined to fall into the homeland, breed civil strife, and collapse the alliance was completely reversed by Chongzhen's plan of encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao.
The morale of the troops in Henan was completely stabilized, all the resentment against Dashun was eliminated, the Manchu encroachment plan was completely bankrupt, and the situation of the North-South war was completely rewritten.
The west wind in late autumn blows through Qinchuan in the Central Plains.
All the previous undercurrents, suspicions, barriers, and hidden dangers disappeared in the face of this vigorous Jedi counterattack.
Ming Dynasty is no longer passive in stalemate, passive in being beaten, passive in internal friction.
From then on, the Ming army took the initiative in the Northern Expedition, and the Han family took the initiative to regain their territory. The battle situation turned from defense to offense!
Dorgon received the secret report that the Ming Dynasty was reorganizing Dashun and taking away all military power. After being briefly stunned, he sneered again.
"Zhu Youjian has good methods. Once he takes back all the military power of the Shun army, the overall situation of the court will be in his hands."
"But you think this is stabilizing the situation? This is laying a minefield!"
"Thousands of veterans of hundreds of battles fought bloody battles in exchange for suspicion, separation, and cold treatment in the fight for power. Their resentment sinks deep in their hearts, waiting for the time to come."
"How firm the pressure is today, the backlash will be strong in the future."
Dorgon raised his hand and looked in the direction of Guanzhong, his eyes sharp.
Aziq's 50,000-strong army on the western front has besieged Xi'an, and the complete fall of Qinchuan's homeland is only a matter of time.
The plan of the Manchu and Qing dynasties to stagnate and stagnate, alienate and consume enemies has taken shape. Undercurrents within the Ming Dynasty are deeply buried, and resentments are waiting to be unleashed.
In the world of chess, it seems that the Ming Dynasty has centralized power to stabilize the game and gain the upper hand at every step, but in fact, there are turbulent undercurrents and hidden dangers.
The real backlash has yet to come.
Xizuo sent a secret report overnight, reporting all the dangers of mutiny in the Dashun military camp and the separation of the emperor and his ministers.
After Chongzhen read the secret report, he gently rubbed the paper with his fingertips. His expression was calm and calm, but his eyes had already understood everything.
The alliance he forcibly stabilized was just an empty shell after all.
The hearts of Dashun's army were cold, Zong Min's loyalty was broken, and Li Zicheng's authority was weakened.
The Ming-Shun Alliance seems to be still alive, but in fact it is riddled with holes and exists in name only.
In the Yanjing Palace, Dorgon finally laughed loudly after receiving the news.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
"Liu Zongmin was angry and resentful, Li Zicheng was ruthless, the emperor and his ministers were alienated, and the soldiers were cold-hearted."
"I, the king, don't have to waste any more soldiers or strategies. This Mingshun alliance will collapse and self-destruct right before our eyes!"
The calm in the Central Plains is just the last illusion before the storm.
A bigger storm of chaos is already gathering momentum and is about to completely sweep the world!
He wants to stabilize Dashun, stabilize the war situation on the Western Front, and even more, stabilize this chess piece in troubled times that is on the verge of losing control.
But Chongzhen knew clearly that a piece of appeasement edict and a small reward of food and grass could not satisfy the resentment in the hearts of Dashun soldiers, and could not suppress the surging undercurrent of the storm.
In the Yanjing Palace, Dorgon received the news of success on the Western Front and the secret report from Henan, with a deep smile on his lips.
"Losing one battle, winning the whole battle."
"If I cannot take Henan, I will cut off its foundation; if I cannot break up the alliance, it will demoralize its military."
"Zhu Youjian, you have stabilized the cracks on the surface, but you cannot stabilize the separation of people's hearts. Li Zicheng and Liu Zongmin are already trapped animals. A trapped animal will be frightened, and a frightened animal will devour them."
"The next big chaos is not far away."
The west wind blows over the ground, and the smoke rises again.
The homeland of Shaanxi fell, the morale of the Dashun army collapsed, and the foundation of the Ming-Shun Alliance was crumbling. A new storm sweeping across the Central Plains and subverting the war situation has been brewing silently.
The secret agent sent the details of the Kaifeng disposal back to the palace. Dorgon held the document with a gloomy expression.
He originally thought that as soon as the murder case occurred in the market, Mingshun would definitely get involved and reap the benefits. I never expected that Chongzhen would be so decisive in his tactics. He would not favor his own side. He would fight fifty times each and forcibly stitched the alliance back together when it was about to collapse. The plan of alienation fell short of success.
"Zhu Youjian. Good method." Dorgon clenched the document tightly with his fingertips, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "It can suppress temporary conflicts, but it cannot suppress the resentment deep in people's hearts. The cracks have been planted, but they are only temporarily covered. I have a lot of patience."
The Manchu Qing Dynasty did not stop there, and spies continued to sneak into the land of Henan. The Mingshun Alliance returned to normal on the surface, but the deep cracks were already buried beneath its foundation.
Qixian camp.
Chongzhen sent the generals away and sat alone in front of the case. Spread out on the table were intelligence from all sides: Manchu and Qing movements in the north, secret reports of the arrogance of military commanders in the four towns, memorials on party disputes in the Nanjing court, and detailed lists of items that had not yet been cleared in Henan.
He stabilized the crisis that broke out in front of him, but he knew in his heart that this was only a temporary suppression, not a solution to the root cause.
There are powerful enemies looking at you from the outside, and there are undercurrents of resentment inside. Every step forward was like walking on thin ice.
The stalemate in the Central Plains is far from over.
As the Dragon Flag of the Ming Dynasty slowly rose over the city of Shengjing, all the hometowns outside the Pass that had been occupied for more than 20 years returned to the territory of the Han Dynasty. Clothes and clothes return to Liaozuo, rituals and music are revived in northern Xinjiang, and the mountains and rivers of China that have been broken for decades are finally completely healed and unified. Since then, the turbulent times since the late Ming Dynasty, in which natural disasters have occurred one after another for decades, the government has collapsed, bandits have emerged, mountains and rivers have overturned, the Central Plains has subsided, Hu horses have entered the pass, and millions of people have been displaced, has come to an end. The Ming Dynasty was reborn from nirvana in a desperate situation, and reorganized the world in troubled times. The beacon smoke has dissipated, the mountains and rivers are forever stable, the world is peaceful, and the prosperous age has begun.
In the Ming Dynasty, there is no internal strife in the court, no chaos in the emperor's life, no constraints on the generals, and no corruption in the rear. The whole country is united, with sufficient soldiers and armor, and abundant food and grass. Hundreds of thousands of the Northern Expedition King's troops are recharged and ready to go. The cold front of the troops is already aimed at the remaining land in Liaodong. The remaining snow melted, the east wind broke through, and there was no warm spring feeling between heaven and earth. There was only an overwhelming chilling air pressing thousands of miles north. Inside the pass, the Han Dynasty was prospering, and thousands of troops were at war; outside the pass, flags were waving, and civil strife collapsed. Dorgon stood at the top of Shengjing City, looking south at the boundless frozen soil, knowing that the situation was over. The centuries-old national destiny of the Manchu Qing Dynasty and the fame of the Eight Banners in hundreds of battles have long been burned to ashes in the snowy plains of the Central Plains. Today's lingering breath is just the last silence before the end. As soon as the glacier opens, the thunder will fall. This time, there was no retreat or appeasement in the Ming Dynasty's Northern Expedition. The only option was to sweep the holes and put an end to Hu Chen.
"God bless you..." He murmured in a low voice, his voice hoarse and dry, full of endless desolation and fate, without any trace of the regent's heroic spirit. A hundred miles away, the Northern Expedition camped. Chongzhen received the victory report from the front line and glanced across the paper full of military achievements. His expression was as calm as water, without any hint of pride or arrogance. He raised his eyes and looked north. At the end of the frozen mountains and rivers, the land of Yanyun was lifeless, and the remaining routes of the barbarians were cut off. The cold winter wore away the energy of the barbarians, and the wind and snow blocked the remaining lives of the Qing Dynasty. The severe cold will eventually melt away, and the ice and snow will eventually disappear. When the spring breeze crosses the north and the frozen soil warms up next year, it will be the day when the old dynasty is overthrown, the Han family is restored to glory, and the Ming Dynasty determines the fate of the world. The north wind is silent and the remaining snow is heavy. The century-old arrogance of the cavalry outside the Guan Dynasty to dominate the Central Plains has been wiped out by the wind and snow tonight. In the isolated city, the remaining prisoners are lingering, leaving only a fragment of the story, waiting for the fate of fate.
The north wind howls, sweeping across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. The two armies of the North and the South, with millions of troops, entered into a state of confrontation. On one side are the allied forces of the Han family who have gathered their strength and reborn from the ashes, defending their homeland, restoring their rivers and mountains, and showing great fighting spirit. On one side is the Manchu Qing Dynasty outside the Pass, who are still fighting against the enemy and the whole country is fighting to the death. They are defending their foundation, gambling on the fate of the country, and making a last-ditch effort. The machinations and intrigues have come to an end, and the game of hearts and minds has been finalized. Every gain and loss in the next mountains and rivers will require a bloody battle; every victory or defeat in the future will be a duel of national destiny. In late autumn, there is frost and cold, and the sky is full of iron and blood. The Ming Dynasty's final Northern Expedition and the final decisive battle in the mountains and rivers have been quietly brewing in the long confrontation and precipitation, waiting for the thunder to break. When the snow covers the Central Plains, this stalemate thousands of miles away will finally explode with a blood-stained battle across the mountains and rivers.
"The whole front has shifted to a stalemate, recuperating and reorganizing its armaments." "From then on, there was no coincidence between the Qing Dynasty and the Southern Ming Dynasty. The only way to win or lose was to rely on national strength, soldiers and horses, and bloody battles." The Manchu and Qing Dynasties completely gave up their conspiracy and alienation, and prepared to start a head-to-head bet on the fate of the country with the Ming Dynasty. The war between the North and the South has completely entered the most brutal and pure era of iron-blooded tug-of-war. Inside the pass, the Han coalition forces were united and suppressed the enemy on both fronts; outside the pass, the entire Manchu and Qing Dynasty defended and fought with their last legs. Mountains and rivers are ups and downs, the fate of the country is at stake, and the real decisive battle of the Northern Expedition has slowly begun.
The west route reinforcements led by Liu Zongmin galloped all the way and successfully entered Xi'an and stabilized the situation in Qinchuan. A dead situation that was destined to fall into the homeland, breed civil strife, and collapse the alliance was completely reversed by Chongzhen's plan of encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao. The morale of the troops in Henan was completely stabilized, all the resentment against Dashun was eliminated, the Manchu encroachment plan was completely bankrupt, and the situation of the North-South war was completely rewritten. The west wind in late autumn blows through Qinchuan in the Central Plains. All the previous undercurrents, suspicions, barriers, and hidden dangers disappeared in the face of this vigorous Jedi counterattack. Ming Dynasty is no longer passive in stalemate, passive in being beaten, passive in internal friction. From then on, the Ming army took the initiative in the Northern Expedition, and the Han family took the initiative to regain their territory. The battle situation turned from defense to offense!
Dorgon received the secret report that the Ming Dynasty was reorganizing Dashun and taking away all military power. After being briefly stunned, he sneered again. "Zhu Youjian has good methods. Once he takes back all the military power of the Shun army, the overall situation of the court will be in his hands." "But you think this is stabilizing the situation? This is laying a minefield!" "Thousands of veterans of hundreds of battles fought bloody battles in exchange for suspicion, separation, and cold treatment in the fight for power. Their resentment sinks deep in their hearts, waiting for the time to come." "How firm the pressure is today, the backlash will be strong in the future." Dorgon raised his hand and looked in the direction of Guanzhong, his eyes sharp. Aziq's 50,000-strong army on the western front has besieged Xi'an, and the complete fall of Qinchuan's homeland is only a matter of time. The plan of the Manchu and Qing dynasties to stagnate and stagnate, alienate and consume enemies has taken shape. Undercurrents within the Ming Dynasty are deeply buried, and resentments are waiting to be unleashed. In the world of chess, it seems that the Ming Dynasty has centralized power to stabilize the game and gain the upper hand at every step, but in fact, there are turbulent undercurrents and hidden dangers. The real backlash has yet to come.
Xizuo sent a secret report overnight, reporting all the dangers of mutiny in the Dashun military camp and the separation of the emperor and his ministers. After Chongzhen read the secret report, he gently rubbed the paper with his fingertips. His expression was calm and calm, but his eyes had already understood everything. The alliance he forcibly stabilized was just an empty shell after all. The hearts of Dashun's army were cold, Zong Min's loyalty was broken, and Li Zicheng's authority was weakened. The Ming-Shun Alliance seems to be still alive, but in fact it is riddled with holes and exists in name only. In the Yanjing Palace, Dorgon finally laughed loudly after receiving the news. "Wonderful! Wonderful!" "Liu Zongmin was angry and resentful, Li Zicheng was ruthless, the emperor and his ministers were alienated, and the soldiers were cold-hearted." "I, the king, don't have to waste any more soldiers or strategies. This Mingshun alliance will collapse and self-destruct right before our eyes!" The calm in the Central Plains is just the last illusion before the storm. A bigger storm of chaos is already gathering momentum and is about to completely sweep the world!
He wants to stabilize Dashun, stabilize the war situation on the Western Front, and even more, stabilize this chess piece in troubled times that is on the verge of losing control. But Chongzhen knew clearly that a piece of appeasement edict and a small reward of food and grass could not satisfy the resentment in the hearts of Dashun soldiers, and could not suppress the surging undercurrent of the storm. In the Yanjing Palace, Dorgon received the news of success on the Western Front and the secret report from Henan, with a deep smile on his lips. "Losing one battle, winning the whole battle." "If I cannot take Henan, I will cut off its foundation; if I cannot break up the alliance, it will demoralize its military." "Zhu Youjian, you have stabilized the cracks on the surface, but you cannot stabilize the separation of people's hearts. Li Zicheng and Liu Zongmin are already trapped animals. A trapped animal will be frightened, and a frightened animal will devour them." "The next big chaos is not far away." The west wind blows over the ground, and the smoke rises again. The homeland of Shaanxi fell, the morale of the Dashun army collapsed, and the foundation of the Ming-Shun Alliance was crumbling. A new storm sweeping across the Central Plains and subverting the war situation has been brewing silently.
The secret agent sent the details of the Kaifeng disposal back to the palace. Dorgon held the document with a gloomy expression. He originally thought that as soon as the murder case occurred in the market, Mingshun would definitely get involved and reap the benefits. I never expected that Chongzhen would be so decisive in his tactics. He would not favor his own side. He would fight fifty times each and forcibly stitched the alliance back together when it was about to collapse. The plan of alienation fell short of success. "Zhu Youjian. Good method." Dorgon clenched the document tightly with his fingertips, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "It can suppress temporary conflicts, but it cannot suppress the resentment deep in people's hearts. The cracks have been planted, but they are only temporarily covered. I have a lot of patience." The Manchu Qing Dynasty did not stop there, and spies continued to sneak into the land of Henan. The Mingshun Alliance returned to normal on the surface, but the deep cracks were already buried beneath its foundation. Qixian camp. Chongzhen sent the generals away and sat alone in front of the case. Spread out on the table were intelligence from all sides: Manchu and Qing movements in the north, secret reports of the arrogance of military commanders in the four towns, memorials on party disputes in the Nanjing court, and detailed lists of items that had not yet been cleared in Henan. He stabilized the crisis that broke out in front of him, but he knew in his heart that this was only a temporary suppression, not a solution to the root cause. There are powerful enemies looking at you from the outside, and there are undercurrents of resentment inside. Every step forward was like walking on thin ice. The stalemate in the Central Plains is far from over.