The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 252 Great Purge

"My Lord, we are not tired."

Scratching his head, Shitou, who was wearing the Dragon Sea Armor, said excitedly: "In this battle between the two worlds, we killed a total of 800,000 enemies."

"Prince Rui Dorgon, Iron General Agui, General Fuyuan Nian Gengyao, Minister of Military Affairs Fuheng, and more than a thousand other generals were all identified and none of them escaped."

Under the orange-red bonfire, a series of shocking numbers instantly sobered people up and dispelled physical fatigue. Everyone's faces flushed with excitement, which made the whole group shine.

With one move, rocks were turned into mud, and coupled with unparalleled military formation techniques, the Eight Banners soldiers who were trained with the whole country's efforts were like lambs to be slaughtered, with no power to fight back.

"Yes, well done!"

Shaking his wide sleeves, Shen Yuanliang clapped his hands and laughed. To him, dead enemies were the best enemies. As for the surrendered soldiers, none, not even one, they were all very courageous.

"My lord, why don't we take advantage of this opportunity and attack Huanglong directly?"

"The soldiers of the Canglong Camp are willing to serve as the vanguard and help our lord capture Shengjing City!"

He bowed and the rather cunning Shi Tou introduced himself in a muffled voice.

Qingdi City is a wealthy and powerful city, so naturally the competition is becoming more and more fierce. The soldiers in each camp want to take the credit for destroying a country, especially the Qing Dynasty with hundreds of years of history.

"It's not yet time."

Shaking his head, Shen Yuanliang did not agree. Instead, he walked to the sheepskin map, pointed to a place name, and said, "Fight from south to north to Liaoyang and stop the reinforcements from Shengjing."

Starting from Liangjie Pass, heading north along Sancha River and Taizi River, the endless Northeast Plain stretches for tens of thousands of miles and is covered with people.

The land here is fertile and is famous for its black soil. Coupled with the abundant water resources, six or seven out of ten people in the entire Qing Dynasty lived here. It can be said to be a land of abundance.

Liaoyang is located beside the Taizi River and is the center of the Northeast Plain. It is 8,000 miles away from Liangjie Pass, and another 9,000 miles to the north is the capital of the Qing Dynasty, Shengjing.

"Here!"

……

When the sun was at its highest point in the sky, a golden fireball illuminated the land outside the Great Wall. It was the hottest time of the year, and endless smoke spread across both sides of the river.

"Boom!"

A troop of 5,000 soldiers marched quickly, and the energy and blood that surged into the sky gathered into a mighty blue dragon shadow, with a mysterious aura blessing it and light flowing.

Possessing the art of military formation, a horse that could travel a thousand miles a day could now travel three thousand miles a day, galloping at lightning speed, crossing mountains and rivers all the way, killing any god that stood in its way and any Buddha that stood in its way.

"finally reached!"

Waving the horsewhip in his hand, Lieutenant General Bai Dazhuang looked at Anshan not far away and let out a long sigh. This was the destination of his trip.

After the Battle of Liangjie Pass, at the signal of Shen Yuanliang, the soldiers of the Canglong Camp and the Baihu Camp were divided into units of thousands of people, and together with 4,000 regular troops, they moved forward towards the established goal.

A total of two hundred teams pushed northward for eight thousand miles, invincible and unstoppable. Before anyone could react, the towering cities and passes were captured one by one.

Anshan.

"Close the city gate quickly, there are enemies."

"Whose general is this, so brave?"

The crowded city gate was in chaos at this moment. Many people were crying for their parents, and their hands and feet were weak as they looked at the soldiers sweeping in.

People in the city wanted to close the gates, and people outside the city wanted to go in. Everyone was pushing and shoving each other, all for the sake of survival.

"Arrest them according to the list above. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed!" Half an hour later, the important military town of Anshan fell. Under the leadership of Bai Dazhuang, they were good at robbing the land and ransacking houses, and conducting trials. Their movements were very skillful, and it was obvious at first glance that they were veterans.

All veterans are familiar with this job and have done it many times before.

"Please spare our lives, General. I'll give you the silver and food you want, but please give us a way to live!"

"Bah! You are a bunch of bastards. When our Qing army arrives, you will die without a burial place. Your Majesty will avenge us. Your Majesty, I will leave first."

"As Han Chinese, how can you rebel? Manchus and Han Chinese are one family, why do we have to fight and kill each other! Why don't you surrender quickly!"

Faced with the aggressive soldiers of the Canglong Camp, many scholars and juren with pigtails cursed loudly with a condescending attitude that was disgusting.

The Qing Dynasty's enslavement policy lasted for two or three hundred years. The gentry class, who were already servile, had been kneeling for too long and had forgotten their Han identity and the glory of their ancestors. They became a group of tamed slaves.

No, in the Qing Dynasty, it was not their turn to be slaves.

"Kill! Kill! You are so stubborn!"

Riding on a tall horse, Bai Dazhuang frowned with disgust. He just waved his hand, a bright silver knife light flashed, and heads rolled around.

There was a trace of unwillingness and astonishment in their lifeless eyes. Before they died, they still couldn't believe that someone would dare to kill them in such a way that the world would condemn them.

Who are they? They are the gentry class spread all over the country, the scholars who hold the pen and can make people famous in history or infamous for eternity, all depending on their mouths.

Without their support, you can’t become emperor, except for the Great Purge of course!

As the sun sets, its afterglow fills the bloody city of Anshan. This important military town with a population of one million is now in a state of panic, with tears and blood clogging the ditches.

More than 90% of the gentry were purged, leaving behind mansions that looked like haunted houses and were avoided by everyone.

"General, all the spoils must be registered."

"We have confiscated 20 million taels of silver, 800,000 taels of gold, 30,000 rolls of silk, 4 million dan of grain and fodder, 300,000 dan of iron, and countless rare medicinal materials."

On the towering city wall, Xiao Changan, dressed in white and wearing a square scarf on his head, told everything.

Xiao Changan, a member of the Yulin Hall, has become an expert after three or four years of training. Whether in terms of martial arts or interpersonal relationships, he is comparable to a young master from an aristocratic family.

In this war that will cost the country its life, Qingdi City is short of talented people. Xiao Changan and others, aged seventeen or eighteen, act as military supervisors at the request of Shen Yuanliang.

After a major battle, not only the achievements of the soldiers had to be recorded, but the spoils also had to be registered.

"So damn rich!"

Hearing this, Bai Dazhuang looked down at Anshan and couldn't help but say.

Anshan was an important military town in the Qing Dynasty. Many dignitaries lived in the west city, which had prosperous streets and towering buildings, while the south city was a slum where the people were poorly clothed.

One side is heaven, the other side is hell.

But it is different in Qingdi City. As long as the people are not lazy, they will have no worries about food and clothing, and they will even have extra money to practice martial arts. This is what Confucianists call a prosperous age, even if they don't want to admit it.

"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is excess damage; the way of man is to make up for the deficiency when there is excess damage."

"According to the order of the city lord, all people over three feet tall, regardless of gender, can be allocated one acre of good farmland."

As the yellow notices were posted everywhere, the whole of Anshan was in an uproar. Hundreds of thousands of landless and landless poor people united tightly under the red flag, and all undercurrents disappeared in an instant.

(End of this chapter)