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

Hearing the envoys from the city persuading him to surrender, Gesang's face turned blue and white, looking extremely ugly.

Utos on the side seemed to be moving and said.

"The main force of the Ming army has arrived, but our reinforcements have not yet set off. There is a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and us in Suiyuan City."

"My lord, the current war situation is not good for me!"

"It might be a good idea to pretend to surrender in order to delay the Ming army's attack and buy time for our reinforcements to arrive."

Hearing this, Gesang did not reply. He just snatched the bow and arrow from a guard beside him without saying a word. He bent the bow and aimed the arrow at the Ming envoy outside Suiyuan City who was shouting to persuade him to surrender.

The bow string was pulled into a full moon shape, and with a crashing sound, as the kinetic energy accumulated in the bow string was released, an arrow shot through the air towards the Ming army envoy outside the city.

The Ming army envoy was shouting loudly, demanding Suiyuan City to surrender, when suddenly an arrow was shot.

With a pop, the sharp arrow penetrated the chest of the Ming army envoy, directly driving him through and nailing him to the ground.

The half of the rain arrow's tail that was still exposed was clearly trembling slightly.

Gesang had a cold face, put down the bow and arrow in his hand, and said coldly to the people around him.

"Anyone who dares to talk about surrender again to shake the morale of the army is like this person!"

When everyone around heard this, they were immediately awe-struck.

The masks on each face show genuine fear.

Soon, before the Ming army could save him, the Ming army envoy who was nailed by an arrow outside Suiyuan City died.

Zhu Jing'an watched helplessly as the envoy he sent was shot dead, and his face suddenly became so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face.

He suppressed his anger, waved his hand and ordered.

"A clown who dares to shoot my envoy of the Ming Dynasty to provoke Gu when he is about to die is truly an unpardonable crime."

"The order is given for our artillery group to open fire immediately and cover Suiyuan City with firepower to give these Tatars a chance to see what they can do."

"After our army breaks Suiyuan City, no chickens or dogs will be left in Suiyuan City!"

"Fuck it, blow it up for me!"

Zhu Jing'an's violent temper meant that he couldn't bear it and his messenger's death would not be in vain.

Someone has to pay enough for this.

And massacring the city is naturally the right thing to do!
As the old saying goes, barbarians are afraid of power but not moral.

Since they cannot understand human speech, they can only communicate in a language they can understand.

Besides, the simplest and most effective way to resolve ethnic conflicts in the world is massacre.

Well, a new country on the other side of the ocean should know this!
Isn’t that how they got rid of the Indians?

Although it was a bit cruel in the process of doing it, there was really no hidden danger afterward.

After Zhu Jing'an's order was issued, the Ming army's shelling began.

Boom! Boom!
First there was a test firing, with several artillery pieces firing in turn, sending shells towards Suiyuan City one after another.

With a loud bang, the falling bombs exploded, smoke filled the air, and earth and rocks splashed.

A solid cannonball hit the wall of Suiyuan City heavily. In an instant, spider web-like cracks centered on the impact point of the cannonball and spread in all directions.

Clouds of smoke and dust were instantly smashed out of the rammed earth city wall, and sand and broken bricks flew everywhere.

Gesang was also stunned by the sudden bombardment by the Ming army.

But before he could react, the Ming army officially began to deliver firepower after the test firing.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
More violent shelling sounded, as if the heaven and earth were roaring.

There was almost only the deafening sound of heavy artillery fire inside and outside Suiyuan City.

Under the powerful shelling of the Ming army, the rammed earth walls of Suiyuan City quickly collapsed and were being destroyed bit by bit.

When the Ming army outside Suiyuan City saw this scene, they cheered.

The morale is quite high!
No matter what era it is in, shelling is something that can greatly boost one's morale.

Habibie was riding on horseback, comforting the horse under his crotch while watching the Ming army's artillery fire in amazement.

At this time, Habibi was filled with joy, glad that she had made the right choice and joined the Ming Dynasty.

Otherwise, instead of riding a war horse and leisurely watching the excitement outside Suiyuan City, I would be exposed to artillery shells inside Suiyuan City.

You know, Suiyuan City is not far from his tribe.

The Toktu Tribe is also a small tribe affiliated with the Tumut Tribe.

If it hadn't been for the incident last winter, Habibie would be eating artillery shells in Suiyuan City to defend the glory of Mongolia...

"Mother, the imperial artillery fire is really powerful. Our Ming Dynasty will definitely be able to capture Suiyuan City."

On the side, a Mongolian man with two obvious patches of plateau red on his face said proudly.

This Mongolian man was also one of the Mongolians who escaped from the accident last winter and then surrendered to the Ming army.

After he surrendered, he, like Habibie, was incorporated into the Sentinel Cavalry.

After seeing the strength of the Ming army, he now really has a great sense of belonging to the Ming Dynasty.

When Habibi heard this, he gritted his teeth and said.

"Sure!"

"As long as we continue to follow the court, we will definitely be able to avenge our family members who died tragically at the hands of Rakshasa and Yongxuan in the future!!!"

After that incident, Habibie once took the opportunity to leave Datong and go out for reconnaissance, and returned to the ruins of a tribal camp alone. He found a sheep bone bracelet that his wife was carrying with her at the site.

And this string of sheep bone bracelets was worn on the hand of a half-rotted female corpse!

Habibie could make out the outline of his wife's facial features from the rotten face that was beyond recognition.

After seeing this female corpse, Habibie's heart finally died.

He knew that for the rest of his life, he would only live for revenge!

……

Cullen!

The news that the Ming army launched the Northern Expedition and advanced to Suiyuan City was sent all the way to Kulun by the Tumote Department on fast horses.

Bores, who was preparing to go south in Culun, immediately chose to call Yongxuan to discuss the matter after receiving the news.

Soon, Yongxuan appeared in Bores's study with Fan Boyong.

As soon as the two entered the study, they saw a group of people already gathered in the study.

Petroyev also sat in the seat below Bores with a gloomy expression, his deep frown indicating that he was thinking about something.

Taking a deep breath, Yongxuan asked.

"May I ask, Lord Governor, why did you invite me here this time?"

After having the power of the Mongols to balance the power of Tsarist Russia, Yongxuan now has a certain say.

Finally, he no longer had to deliberately act like a groveler in front of a foreigner like Bores.

Yongxuan would feel sick whenever she thought about her groveling appearance before.

Upon hearing this, Bores clearly noticed the change in Yongxuan's attitude, but he was not angry.

Because in his opinion, there is really no need to vent your anger on a dead man!

Bores had already made a decision in his mind. If the war with the Ming army did not go well in the future, he would use Yongxuan's head in exchange for the Ming army lifting the economic sanctions and blockade on Tsarist Russia.

If the war goes well, Bores has already made up his mind. He will cut off Yongxuan's head with his own hands, and then Tsarist Russia will actually control the Mongolian grassland.

In other words, in Bores's heart, Yongxuan is actually a dead person.

With a chuckle, Bores said.

"Your Majesty the Grand Duke, I have received bad news here. The Ming Army has launched the Northern Expedition!"

"Now the Ming army has arrived outside Suiyuan City. Suiyuan City is in a hurry and has sent fast horses to ask for help from Culun, but it may still fall at any time..."

When Yongxuan heard this, the expression on his face changed, and he asked solemnly.

"Who is leading the troops over there?"

Yongxuan asked the question that concerned him most.

If Zhu Jing'an personally led the Northern Expedition, Yongxuan would have to think about running away in advance.

Without him, the Manchu Qing Dynasty has been psychologically shadowed by Zhu Jing'an in recent years!
Facing an enemy commander with a record of nearly 100 victories, who the hell could not be frightened?
Bores glanced at Yongxuan and gave Yongxuan the answer he least wanted to hear.

"He is the prince of Ming Dynasty..."

When Yongxuan heard this, his vision went dark at first, and then he gasped for air.

What the hell, what are you really afraid of?
Taking a deep breath, Yongxuan asked.

"Does the Governor have a way to deal with this?"

"The prince of the Ming dynasty is famous for being good at military affairs. If he personally leads the army, I am afraid that our army will not be a match."

Before Boles could speak after hearing this, he saw Petroyev at the side speaking.

"Even before the war has begun, you consider yourself to be no match. Why should Your Majesty the Grand Duke be so fearful of the enemy?"

"Wouldn't this increase the popularity of others and destroy our own prestige?"

Of course, these are not the original words, but Fan Boyong on the side is translating.

Petroyev is a Russian, but he doesn't say much about the Chinese idiom of fearing the enemy like a tiger.

Hearing this, Yongxuan took a deep breath and spoke.

"Your Excellency may have some records of the prince who is an unknown thief."

"Since the Ming rebels raised their troops from Guangxi for breakfast in the 41st year of Qianlong's reign, the prince of the Ming rebels has almost single-handedly led all large-scale wars between the Ming and Qing Dynasties."

"In just a few years, the Ming thief prince led his troops to expand thousands of miles and defeated hundreds of thousands of our Qing troops..."

"What's even more terrifying is that in this process, the Ming thief prince had almost no defeats."

"The Ming thief prince's military talent can be said to be the rebirth of Wei Huo, the reincarnation of the military immortal. Facing such an enemy, I feel uncertain."

After hearing this, Petroyev said very confidently.

"Haha, never defeated?"

"Let him come here. The brave and capable warriors of Tsarist Russia will end his victory."

Perhaps it was because the battle to capture Kulun was so successful that Petroyev looked down upon the military level of the Eastern world.

He thought that the level of the Ming army was the same as that of the Qing court's garrison in Kulun!

To deal with such an enemy, wouldn't he be able to pinch him with both hands?

Petroyev is quite confident now. (End of chapter)