Anti-Qing: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Ming Dynasty

In Incheon City, North Korea established an envoy's office.

Wang Minhao was sitting behind his desk, flipping through a document in hand, with an unpredictable expression on his face.

There was a line of big characters like this clearly written on the document.

[At the end of the twelfth month of the third year of Xuanwu in the Ming Dynasty, Qianlong died in the Old Summer Palace! 】

Looking at this line of large characters, Wang Minhao looked thoughtful.

Just when he was thinking about the pros and cons of this matter, accompanied by a burst of noise, a personal attendant knocked on Wang Minhao's study door.

Then he spoke.

"Your Excellency, Commander Huang has urgently summoned you to discuss matters!"

When Wang Minhao heard this, he immediately put down the document in his hand, then raised his head and said.

"Okay, I'll be here soon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Minhao opened the study door and walked out, taking his personal entourage to the Ming Army camp outside Incheon City to participate in the discussion.

Although on the surface, Wang Minhao, the envoy of North Korea, was the highest Ming official in North Korea.

But in terms of actual powers and responsibilities, Huang Changjun, the commander of the North Korean fleet, is the first person in charge of North Korean affairs.

Wang Minhao can only be regarded as a thug at best.

Therefore, facing Huang Changjun's call, Wang Minhao did not dare to refuse.

Soon, Wang Minhao arrived outside Huang Changjun's Chinese army tent.

Accompanied by a notification, Wang Minhao followed a guard into Huang Changjun's Chinese army tent.

In the big tent, a Ming army general and official sat on both sides, each seated, discussing something heatedly.

"The death of Qianlong will inevitably have a great impact on the morale of the Qing army. For me, the Ming Dynasty, this will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to continue to advance troops and expand the results of the war. I will fight at the end!"

"It's true, it's true. The Qing army must be mentally disordered and morale is low. If our army seizes the opportunity to advance, we will certainly be able to capture Seoul at the minimum cost and completely change the overall situation in Korea."

"Commander, I would like to ask you to be the vanguard!"

"..."

A general of the Ming Army asked for battle with burning eyes and a firm attitude.

Due to their successive victories on the battlefield, the current Ming army has become war mad per capita. For the current Ming army, they are happy when they hear the war. This is not an exaggerated modification, but a realism.

Seeing this scene, Wang Minhao knew that he was late and quickly bowed down.

"I am late, Commander, please forgive me!"

Huang Changjun, who had always been watching the generals' arguments with a cold eye, cast his gaze over, then nodded slightly.

"Master Wang, please sit down!"

Seeing this, Wang Minhao cupped his fists again.

"Your Majesty, take your orders!"

After saying this, he strode to his seat and sat down.

After Wang Minhao sat down, Huang Changjun asked.

"Sir Wang must have known about the death of the Tartar chief Qianlong, right?"

Wang Minhao heard this and nodded in response.

"Commander, I just received the news."

Seeing this, Huang Changjun nodded slightly and continued.

"The death of Qianlong is really a golden opportunity for the Ming Dynasty."

"If I, the Ming Dynasty, cannot seize this great opportunity and quickly expand the results of the war, I will really be unable to live up to God's favor."

"Sir Wang, how are you communicating with the various political figures in North Korea now?"

"How many of them are willing to stand with me, the Ming Dynasty, to fight against the Qing Dynasty?"

For Ming Dynasty, the most important thing was the Central Plains battlefield.

Therefore, there were actually not many troops that could be sent to North Korea by the Ming Dynasty. There was only a North Korean fleet under the navy.

Among them, there is only one integrated marine brigade that can be used for land warfare.

Just over 3,000 people!

Such an army, no matter how good it is in fighting, is simply not enough to reverse the situation in North Korea due to its strength.

If the Ming Dynasty wanted to change the current situation facing North Korea, it was obviously not enough to rely on the Ming army's own strength.

At least it is necessary to use official hats to help the ruling class in North Korea to get rid of them!

And this is also the most important task of Wang Minhao, the North Korean envoy.

When Wang Minhao heard this, he nodded and said.

"Replying to the commander, as of now, three aristocrats have replied to the official and expressed their willingness to stand on my side, the Ming Dynasty."

"They are the Andong Jin family, the Fengyang Zhao family, and the Lixing Min family. The rest of the sects are still in a state of flux."

"But I believe that as long as the news of Qianlong's death spreads, they will make the most correct decision."

For now, Daming's golden signboard is quite useful.

Not long after the Ming army landed in Incheon, several powerful figures in the world had already made the decision to join the Ming Dynasty.

However, when Huang Changjun heard this, he was still a little dissatisfied and spoke.

"Master Wang, you must continue to contact the various clans in North Korea and ask them to make statements as soon as possible to coordinate with the army's next move."

"This general is going to launch a probing attack on Seoul..."

Wang Minhao heard this and bowed down.

"I understand!"

Seeing this, Huang Changjun continued to nod with satisfaction, then looked at the other generals and spoke.

"Everyone's demands will already be known."

"The battle to retake Seoul is about to begin, everyone should prepare now!"

"Everyone, you have made great contributions and established a career, and it is now your time to be granted the title of wife and son!"

When the generals heard the words, they looked at each other, and then they all clasped their fists in response.

……

Shengjing!

Shengjing Palace, Imperial Study Room.

Sixth Prince Yongrong received an imperial edict from the capital.

The imperial edict stated that the emperor was seriously ill and asked him to come to Beijing to pay an audience so that he could perform his last filial piety before the emperor's bedside.

Looking at the imperial edict sent to him, Yong Rong sneered disdainfully and then spoke.

"Haha, that's interesting!"

"This old seventeen really deceived me, my brother, as a fool!"

Since even foreign ministers like He Shen could receive the news of Qianlong's death, as the elder brother, how could Yong Rong not have his own connections in the capital?

Therefore, Yongrong had already received the news just after Qianlong's death.

Now looking at this imperial edict written by Qianlong "personally" calling him back to Beijing, Yong Rong just felt like laughing.

On the side, Yong Rong's personal attendant Xiao Yunzi saw this and asked cautiously.

"My Lord Governor, what do you mean?"

Hearing this, Yong Rong glanced at Xiao Yunzi, and then spoke.

"Before the governor left the capital, Huang Ama was in good health. It was only a short time before the governor left the capital, but Huang Ama passed away without any explanation. There is definitely something fishy in this."

"As the heir of Emperor Ama, I want to send troops into the pass to ask Lao Qi clearly how Emperor Ama died!"

Yong Rong's attitude was obvious. He wanted to lead troops into the pass to fight for the throne.

How to put it, Yong Rong, as the oldest of Qianlong's surviving children, also has certain qualifications to inherit the throne. Because, in the traditional inheritance system of feudal dynasties, establishing a leader is also a direction.

If Qianlong was still alive, Yongrong would naturally not dare to make a mistake.

But isn’t Qianlong dead now?

In this case, Yongrong must be ready to give it a try!

The seventeenth old man can sit on the throne, so why can’t he, the sixth old man, not sit on it?

When Xiao Yunzi heard this, she knelt down on the ground with a face full of joy and praised him.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Quietly, Xiao Yunzi changed his words and began to call Yong Rong the emperor.

When Yong Rong heard this, his face became solemn and he pretended to be angry.

"Little Yunzi, please don't talk nonsense. I led the troops into the pass to seek an explanation for Huang Ama's death and to give an explanation to the world."

"Let the regicide Old Seventeen pay the price for this!"

"As for the throne, it's not what I want!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yunzi gave herself a gentle slap, and then spoke.

"My servant made a mistake. Please forgive me, Lord Governor."

Hearing this, Yong Rong just nodded and said.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. Since you made an unintentional mistake, how can I punish you?"

"Xiao Yunzi, go and help the governor call all the officials in Shengjing City to discuss matters!"

Yong Rong wants to fight for the throne, and the power in Shengjing is his biggest reliance.

Before mobilizing troops, he naturally had to obtain the support of many important officials and generals of the Qing court inside and outside Shengjing.

Especially the support of those from the Old Eight Banners outside Guanwai!

……

At the same time, Suiyuan City!

On the endless prairie, a large number of yurts are scattered beside a wide river.

This large yurt is surrounded by a large golden-domed tent in the middle.

This most conspicuous golden-domed tent is where the eighth prince Yongxuan's governor's residence is located.

Yongxuan also looked at an imperial edict from the capital in his hand and sneered disdainfully.

"Haha, Lao Shiqi seems to be an honest guy, but in fact he is quite clever."

"It seems that they are planning to trick me, my brother, into returning to the capital and then executing him!"

Obviously, Yongxuan also received the news that Qianlong had passed away.

After learning that Qianlong had passed away, one can imagine what Yongxuan's attitude would be like when faced with this so-called imperial edict.

Seeing this, Erimu on the side said.

"Our Horqin Ministry is willing to fully support the eighth prince to lead his army into the pass, rectify the source, and seize the throne."

After Sanzizhabu was captured by the Ming army in the Battle of Fengyang, his younger brother Erimu became the new crown prince of the Horqin tribe.

After Yongxuan arrived in Suiyuan City, Erimu also represented the Horqin tribe and brought thousands of cavalry to help him.

When Yongxuan heard this, he bowed his hands and said.

"There's no rush, there's no rush in this matter!"

"Let's see how the situation develops next and then make a decision!"

Different from Shengjing in Liaodong, although Suiyuan City outside the Pass has developed commerce, it is a truly bitter and cold place.

Almost all the food and baggage required by the army came from Shanxi.

After Yongxuan arrived in Suiyuan City, although he had tried his best to raise funds, he still had less than 20,000 troops at his disposal.

He didn't think that less than 20,000 people could help him ascend to the throne of God.

Therefore, Yongxuan is prepared to wait and see before making a decision.

Or it could be said that he is planning to be a fisherman in the "combat between snipe and clam".

However, after thinking for a while, Yongxuan still spoke.

"Send someone to Datong to urge Datong to collect the materials needed for the army as soon as possible and then transport them out of the customs..."

Yongxuan was going to think about planning Shanxi first.

Now his Suiyuan Governor's Office can barely maintain itself only by the supply from Shanxi. If Yongxuan does not want to be controlled by others, then he must capture Shanxi.

If Qianlong was still alive, Yongxuan would naturally not dare to plan for Shanxi.

But isn't Qianlong dead now?

The seventeenth elder brother Yonglin could barely maintain the overall situation of the imperial court and was unable to take care of Shanxi.

In Yongxuan's view, now is the best time to plan for Shanxi!

……

Xi'an, Northwest Governor's Office!

The fifteenth elder brother Yongyan also received "corrective edicts" from Qianlong's death and the seventeenth elder brother Yonglin pretending to be Qianlong and summoning him to Beijing to see him.

Looking at the "Jiao Zhao" in his hand, Yong Yan's face was filled with uncertainty and was quite complicated.

In front of him, Shaanxi Admiral Ma Chun, Gansu Admiral Tu Dehai and others lined up on both sides, waiting for Yong Yan's instructions.

As the northwest governor personally appointed by Qianlong and ordered to form the northwest camp, Yong Yan's power was quite considerable.

Ma Chun, Tu Dehai and others have also expressed their intention to accept Yongyan's dispatch.

"There is bad news coming from the capital!"

Yongyan's face was gloomy, and his voice was full of solemnity as he spoke.

Ma Chun and others all looked over with puzzled eyes, wanting to know what kind of bad news could make Yong Yan show such an expression.

Yongyan paused for a moment and said with a voice full of sadness.

"The old man Huang Ama passed away. I suspect that the seventeenth elder brother Yonglin may have regicide and usurped the throne..."

It is a fact that Qianlong died, and because Yonglin wanted to keep the funeral secret, the cause of Qianlong's death was kept secret for the time being.

In this case, don't blame Yongyan for showing off!

How should I put it, since it was Yong Lin who was unkind in the first place, then don’t blame him Yong Yan for being unjust.

Yongyan planned to put the shit basin of Qianlong's death on Yonglin's head, and then use this to incite the army to follow him back to the capital to "Qingjun's side".

Unlike Yongxuan, the eighth elder brother who lived in Suiyuan, because the areas he ruled were poor, he did not dare to show off his horses and horses to fight for the throne.

As the governor of the northwest, Yongyan had jurisdiction over the four provinces of Shaanxi, Gansu, Qinghai, and Xinjiang. He had a well-equipped army and abundant treasury.

In this case, Yongyan naturally no longer wants to hide his ambitions.

You know, before this, Yongyan was vaguely cultivated by Qianlong as his successor.

As a result, Qianlong's death is now unclear, and the throne he was about to get is also a cooked duck.

How could Yongyan be reconciled?

The only thing that makes Yongyan feel lucky now is that he rejected Yongxuan's request for help a year ago and did not send the soldiers and horses of the northwest camp to Sichuan to fight the Ming army.

Otherwise, even if he is determined to give it a try now, he may be motivated but unable to do so!

When the generals heard this, they couldn't help but make a noise.

Every face was full of disbelief.

"Mr. Governor, is this true?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, has he really passed away?"

"..."

Facing the questioning looks of the generals, Yong Yan said calmly.

"How dare I make a joke about such a big event?" (End of Chapter)