Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 296 Li Zicheng's Dream

As for the seizure, it did not meet expectations.

Of course, in terms of weapons, armor, etc., with the huge number of people, these are still possible.

However, the most important gold and silver are disappointing.

The amount of silver seized by such a large-scale raiding army was no more than [-] taels. Obviously, the gold and silver looted from Beijing were all hidden in Xi'an City.

This also proves that Chuangjun has settled in Xi'an and started the stage of farming and accumulation, and the thinking of rogues is gradually dissipating.

And like stealing a house, if two or three years ago, Chuangjun would not have cared at all, but would be enraged instead, thus exerting greater combat power.

Time and life.

"How about Li Zicheng?"

After a long time, King Yu asked the most important thing.

If you beat a snake, you won't die, but you will be disturbed by it.

A boa constrictor like Li Zicheng has a stronger desire for revenge, so be careful.

"People from the Cavalry Battalion and Yulin Battalion have gone after them."

Feng Xianzong said seriously: "It is estimated that he has already traveled more than a hundred miles."

"Xiangxi? To Hanzhong, or Fengxiang?"

"It should be Fengxiang." Feng Xianzong said in a deep voice: "Hanzhong is now a dead end. Only Fengxiang leads to northern Shaanxi, where there are still soldiers and horses that invade the army, and they can even go to Shanxi."

"Shanxi?"

For some reason, he always felt that Li Zicheng would not do this.

Zhu Yixi sighed: "It's not yet the time to be complacent. It's better to chase the poor with remaining bravery, and not to be known as the overlord—"

"Your Highness, this poem of yours is very good and has a profound meaning." Feng Xianzong said in surprise, apparently hearing it for the first time.

"I just borrowed a poem written by a Mr. Mao."

Zhu Yixi still wanted to nod, and said casually.

However, although the words were said to be important, Zhu Yixi really didn't take Li Zicheng seriously.

For Li Zicheng, the disastrous defeat in the Battle of Xi'an was Sun Chuanting's Battle of Ruzhou, which completely defeated his spirit and self-confidence.

The increasing age, the deterioration of the situation, and the environment in Shaanxi cannot tolerate Li Zicheng's comeback.

"The most important thing right now is to control those captives."

King Yu straightened his expression, showing a serious expression.

"Nearly 100,000 people, if you are not careful, there will be a big mess."

"According to my opinion, first select the elite from the captives, fill each battalion, and slowly digest."

Zhu Yixi said seriously, while Feng Xianzong took out a pen and kept recording, for fear of missing something.

"The number is about [-]. In this way, the number of people in each battalion will be expanded to [-], which is enough to stand alone."

"The rest of the old and weak soldiers and horses will all be used as laborers to repair the official roads in Shaanxi Province. It can be regarded as their final contribution to their hometown, and they will make atonement!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Yixi smiled, a smile from the heart.

Everything is ready, just waiting for news from Nanjing...

Li Zicheng had a dream, a long dream.

In the dream, he marched all the way to Beijing, thereby securing the world, defeated the Manchus, pacified the south, and completely unified the world again. The Dashun court continued endlessly, and he was respected by future generations...

Immediately, it suddenly shattered, shattering in a piece of stone.

He was defeated all the way to Xi'an, and half of the gold and silver looted were scattered, so he could only return to Guanzhong in a state of embarrassment.

And the Manchu Qing did not let him go, they attacked from the north of Shaanxi and Tongguan, he was forced to abandon Xi'an, went south from Wuguan, came to Huguang, and was killed by a local martial artist with big eyes in Tongcheng Jiugong Mountain up...

Extremely embarrassed, and humbled to die.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty—"

Li Zicheng was awakened abruptly by the indistinct sound coming from his ears.

Opening his eyes, he saw Liu Zongmin's huge head with tears in the corners of his eyes. At this moment, he was inexplicably excited: "Your Majesty, you have finally woken up."

At this time, Liu Zongmin had unprecedented respect for him.

"Where is this?"

Li Zicheng's single eye was blurry, and he vaguely saw the figures of Liu Tichun, Tian Jianxiu, Liu Fangliang and others, and his voice was hoarse.

"Your Majesty, this is in Mei County, we have already left Chang'an."

Liu Zongmin's rough voice almost deafened Li Zicheng's ears.

"Mei County? Where's my army? Where's my Chang'an?"

After these questions, everyone immediately lowered their heads, not daring to respond.

After a long time, Li Zicheng sighed heavily: "So, we are still defeated this time?"

"We're defeated, Your Majesty." Liu Fangliang shook his head and said helplessly, "I don't know what's going on in Chang'an City. The king's banner changed at the top of the city, and the army collapsed. Many people fled, and there were endless obstacles..."

"What are you afraid of!" Liu Zongmin yelled, not seeing the bad luck, "As long as King Chuang is still there, we can make a comeback, and everything we lost will come back."

At this time, Li Zicheng looked at Liu Zongmin with admiration.

He laughed, very presumptuously: "In Chang'an City, Zhu Yixi may not be able to sit securely. In Northern Shaanxi and Shaanxi Xingdusi (Gansu), we still have tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, no less than him."

With these words, morale has risen somewhat and stabilized a lot.

"Where do you decide to go?"

Looking back at his feet, Li Zicheng asked in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, Hanzhong, Laiheng and the others are still there. There are 20,000 people there. Let's gather with them and fight Sichuan together."

"Not right!" Li Zicheng shook his head, and said seriously, "There will be pursuers after us. Once we enter Hanzhong, we won't be able to get out. We can only be locked up and beaten to death."

"Then why don't you go to northern Shaanxi?"

Liu Fangliang said abruptly: "Jiang Xiang from Shanxi betrayed us, we can't beat the Manchus, can't we beat him?"

"No."

Li Zicheng looked longingly, and suddenly shook his head and said: "Shanxi Datong is a strong city in the world, how can we take it? Once the Qing Dynasty comes to help, we will surely die."

"Then, the only safe one is the Shaanxi Xingdu Division."

"But to the west of there is the Western Regions, and there are Tartars everywhere, and they are not Han soil at all."

Everyone questioned.

Although Shaanxi Xingdusi is very safe, Hexi is really not a good place. The wind and sand is everywhere, and it is desolate, not even comparable to northern Shaanxi.

They would rather go back to northern Shaanxi, which is their hometown.

The Tartars in Monan looked more friendly than the Tartars in Gansu.

"There is the only way out!"

Li Zicheng gritted his teeth, and said decisively: "As you can imagine, Zhu Yixi, a thief, must also have imagined that the remote Gansu is even more unexpected."

"There is only one way to escape."

"What the emperor said is absolutely true!"

At this time, Song Xiance, who was in a panic, finally caught up. His underpants were torn and covered with blood, and his heart ached.

He opened his mouth, licked his dry lips, and said seriously:
"As early as a thousand years ago, in Xingdusi, Shaanxi, the Liang Kingdom was established. It is a rare paradise in the world. Once there, you can still accumulate strength and counterattack."

Seeing that everyone still didn't believe it, Song Xiance said directly: "Even Ming Taizu sealed his son in Gansu and called him King Su, who would treat his son so harshly?"

(End of this chapter)