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

Soon it got dark.

In the dark night, for fear of being overtaken by the Ming army, Yongxuan and his party did not light torches out of caution.

Instead, he advanced in the dark in the mountains.

The only thing that could provide them with some light was the bright moon in the sky and the few remaining stars.

Fortunately, it was mid-January and the moon was not small. Otherwise, it would not have been easy for them to travel in the dark.

A group of people walked in the dark for most of the night. It was not until half moon that Yongxuan could no longer walk, so he ordered to stop and rest.

Fan Boyong sat down next to a big tree. He just leaned his back against the tree and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

There was a very obvious snoring sound!

The same was true for Yongxuan, who fell asleep as soon as he sat down.

Soon, there was a burst of snoring and rustling footsteps all around.

The footsteps are getting farther and farther, and it seems that someone is moving away...

Because he was too tired, Yongxuan slept until three o'clock in the morning the next day. When the sun shone on his eyelids, he opened his sleepy eyes.

Holding back the pain all over her body, Yongxuan got up from the ground.

But when he looked around, he found that none of his personal guards had disappeared.

Only himself and Fan Boyong, who was still sleeping soundly, were left in the place.

When Yongxuan saw this, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Knowing that his personal guards probably fled for their lives.

His face looked ugly, but in order to avoid attracting pursuers, Yongxuan did not dare to shout loudly.

He could only walk quickly to Fan Boyong and reach out to shake Fan Boyong from his sleep.

Fan Boyong opened his eyes and asked while rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"what happened?"

"What's going on? Did the Ming thief catch up?"

Fan Boyong's voice was full of panic, and his small eyes looked around, looking very wretched.

Yongxuan took a deep breath, pointed at the dignified people around him and said.

"Fan Qing, wake up quickly. Something happened. Our guards and minions have all run away."

"Now it's just you and me."

Hearing this, Fan Boyong came back from his confusion.

The two looked at the scene around them and looked at each other, both seeing the bitterness in each other's eyes.

Who are these people? The disaster has not yet come. Why are they all flying away?

But there was no choice, the matter had come to this, and the two could only support each other and continue to go north, trying to escape from the pass.

However, not long after the two of them walked out, a shrill scream came from a bush not far away.

The scream only sounded once and then stopped abruptly.

What followed was a roar of beasts and the sound of chewing and eating.

Yongxuan and Fan Boyong subconsciously stopped and their bodies froze in place.

Soon, I saw a rustling in the grass in the distance, and then I saw a wild boar nearly two meters long and about one meter high, with thick black fur and sharp tusks emerging from the bushes. Got out of it.

"Roar……"

The wild boar roared, its small eyes full of bloodlust and cruelty.

There were still blood stains on a pair of sharp fangs.

I don't know which unlucky guy has fallen into the hands of this beast and became his blood food.

When Yongxuan and Fan Boyong saw this, their faces instantly turned green.

Although the two of them are not powerless, they have grown up pampered and pampered.

Where have you ever faced such a terrifying beast?

How could you not be afraid?
Staring at the terrifying wild boar, the two of them couldn't help but stiffen and just stood there.

Yongxuan wanted to run, but she couldn't move forward no matter what...

Fan Boyong on the side was not much better, standing stiffly on the spot, his face looked so ugly that he was about to cry.

Roar!
With another roar, the wild boar rushed toward Yong Xuan and the two like crazy.

Fan Boyong reacted first and pushed Yongxuan.

While pushing Yongxuan towards the crazy wild boar as a backing, he ran away on his own.

Yongxuan was caught off guard and stumbled, falling to the ground and letting out a scream subconsciously.

It was obviously a hard fall!

She struggled to raise her upper body, and was about to curse Uncle Fan for being a thing, but before Yongxuan had time to speak, she could no longer speak.

Because the wild boar had already rushed in front of him.

He lowered his head and rushed towards Yongxuan.

With a weight of hundreds of kilograms, the wild boar's collision force when running is quite powerful.

There was only a loud bang, and Yongxuan's body was hit hard and flew out, and then hit a big tree.

First, his chest was hit with a huge force, and two bloody holes were pierced by sharp fangs. At the same time, the sound of broken ribs was heard at the same time.

Then there was the sound of his back hitting the tree trunk hard.

Amid the muffled sound, Yongxuan could clearly feel that his spine was broken...

Because his lower body instantly lost consciousness and became as if it no longer belonged to him.

After hitting the big tree, his body fell to the ground again, and Yongxuan let out a series of shrill screams.

A pair of eyes full of despair!

The wild boar is here again.

The wild boar, which was covered in black hair and had sharp tusks, walked up to Yongxuan and opened its mouth wide at the incapacitated Yongxuan.

With a pop, the fangs penetrated the skin and flesh, cutting off the blood vessels and trachea. Yongxuan's eyes were full of unwillingness and despair.

There was a roaring sound in his throat, painful and ferocious.

After a while, his eyes became completely dark and lost their energy.

……

Fan Boyong was still running when he suddenly stepped on a tree root, stirred garlic under his feet, and threw himself forward.

In an instant, he fell and suffered a bloody head!
Fan Boyong gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain from all over his body, and got up from the ground.

A moment of disgrace!
He gritted his teeth and prepared to move forward, but there was an obvious stinging pain in his ankle.

Lifting up his trouser legs, Fan Boyong saw that his ankles were obviously red and swollen.

However, listening to Yongxuan's screams and the roar of the wild boar behind him, Fan Boyong did not dare to stop at all.

He stretched out his hands to support the tree trunk on the side, and ran forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead, and the stinging pain from his ankles made his steps obviously a little unsteady.

Fan Boyong kept walking forward, the screams getting farther and farther, and the pace under his feet became slower and slower.

Soon the sun was at its peak.

The clothes on his body were completely wet with sweat, and there were obvious traces of sweat on his collar, armpits, and back.

Fan Boyong raised his head and glanced at the sun, leaned against the big tree, panted heavily, and was about to sit down and rest.

But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion ahead.

A group of Ming soldiers wearing military uniforms emerged from the dense forest ahead.

The leading Ming soldier saw this and shouted loudly.

"Stop, who are you?" Seeing this, Fan Boyong's expression changed drastically, he turned around and wanted to continue running away.

However, with a sprained ankle, how could he escape from the Ming soldiers?

Not far after he escaped, he was held down by Ming soldiers.

Seeing this, Fan Boyong quickly covered his face and said.

"It's not me, it's not me, you have recognized the wrong person, you have recognized the wrong person."

Now Fan Boyong was obviously speaking in a panic. In the panic, even he himself didn't know what he was talking about.

His subconscious action of covering his face directly made the soldiers of Ming Dynasty notice something strange.

Soon, this team of Ming soldiers took out a collection of portraits from their arms.

After a while, they found Fan Boyong's face in the portrait collection, and they immediately said excitedly.

"I've caught a big fish, I've caught a big fish, it's that traitor Fan Boyong."

"Mader, we have caught a big fish now, and we didn't let our brothers run around in this mountain in vain."

"..."

Suddenly, the leading Ming soldier saw this and spoke.

"No, I remember the Tatars we just captured told us that Yongxuan and Fan Boyong were together."

"We have captured Fan Boyong now, and Yongxuan should be around here too. Brothers, search quickly."

"This time we really deserve our meritorious service and fortune!"

A group of people clamored to search the area.

At this moment, Fan Boyong suddenly spoke.

"I know where Yongxuan is!"

"I want to make merit, I want to report, I know where Yongxuan is..."

Fan Boyong knew that if he fell into Daming's hands like this, he would definitely not end well.

Therefore, Fan Boyong is ready to betray Yongxuan for the sake of his own life.

Well, Yongxuan must be dead now anyway.

It doesn’t matter whether you sell out or not!
If he didn't betray him this time, Yongxuan might be buried in the wilderness.
And after he was betrayed, when the Ming army found Yongxuan's body, he would definitely have to be restrained and buried by Yongxuan.

Fan Boyong can be considered a good deed!
……

Outside Xinzhou City, the Ming army camped.

Zhu Jing'an sat cross-legged behind a table with several exquisite snacks and a jug of fine wine.

Well, Kweichow Moutai.

It is still the best quality batch among Moutai.

Due to Zhu Jing'an's love, Moutai has now been listed as a tribute.

The Royal Chamber of Commerce of the Ming Dynasty simply acquired several breweries in Maotai Town and conducted some industrial integration on them.

Expanded production scale!
Among them, the best quality ones were listed as tributes and were sent to the palace and listed as royal wine.

The worse ones will be put on the market and sold to the princes, ministers and officials in the court to build their reputation and improve their status.

Those of ordinary quality will be sold to the businessmen and gentry class at very high prices to make money.

But the output every year is in short supply!

To put it bluntly, Zhu Jing'an now actually treats Moutai as a luxury product.

As for luxury goods, they are nothing more than playing hard to get.

As for cost-effectiveness, that doesn't matter.

And in the feudal country of Ming Dynasty, could there be any higher qualification than the love of the heir to the empire?
Obviously not.

As for how the wine tastes?
No one cares.

What those powerful ministers need is to be consistent with the prince to show their loyalty.

Those gentry and merchants need to use "Maotai" to socialize, showing that their taste is the same as that of His Highness the Crown Prince and the dignitaries in the court.

This is used to decorate the appearance and show financial strength.

It is precisely because of this that Moutai's production capacity is in short supply.

Of course, the taste of Moutai is not bad.

Otherwise, Zhu Jing'an wouldn't like drinking it.

Of course, if he likes it, Zhu Jing'an usually doesn't drink too much.

Unless it is a large banquet or when he is particularly happy, Zhu Jing'an drinks more tea than wine.

Well, the reason is simple, he doesn't want to die young.

Although you won’t stop smoking and drinking, you shouldn’t be too addicted.

Zhu Jing'an picked up the wine glass and took a sip, savoring the aroma of the wine.

In front of him, Zhang Jin was reporting to him in detail the specific gains of the Ming army in the battle on Sandao.

In the center of the military tent, Cering Namuzal was skillfully turning over and roasting a lamb.

Keep basting the lamb with sauce.

The entire tent was filled with the aroma of roasted whole sheep.

The sheep naturally came from the capture of the Ming army in this battle.

In fact, Zhu Jing'an had no intention of letting Celing Namuzal roast the sheep at all, because in his opinion, it was a humiliation for him to let Celing Namuzal, the leader of the tribe, roast the sheep for him.

And with Zhu Jing'an's character, since Ce Ling Namuzal is still useful, he will definitely not deliberately show off his power and humiliate him.

However, Celing Namuzal had no choice but to express himself.

He wanted to use this to show Zhu Jing'an that he and the Turgut tribe were submissive.

Zhu Jing'an also went with him.

Zhang Jin flipped through a report in his hand and spoke with joy in his face.

"Thanks to His Highness's command, the staff's proper planning, and the soldiers' brave use of their lives, our army can be said to have won a great victory in this battle."

"In yesterday's battle, our army killed a total of 3,200 enemy people, including 410 Rakshasa people, and captured 85,314 enemy soldiers, including 7,820 Rakshasa people. Fifteen people, the rest are soldiers from various Mongolian tribes.”

"In addition to the gains, our army also made abundant seizures while cleaning up the battlefield after the war. The most important of them is the seizure of 310,000 war horses and hundreds of thousands of cattle and sheep..."

"In addition, several weapons such as muskets, bows and arrows, and sabers were also seized!"

"In yesterday's battle, our army almost wiped out the main enemy force."

"Except for a small number of enemies who climbed over the mountains and fled north, the remaining enemies were either turned into corpses or are waiting for His Highness to be punished in our army's prisoner-of-war camp."

"Congratulations to Your Highness, congratulations to Your Highness!"

When Zhang Jin was reporting, the look on his face was quite exciting.

Because he was in the decision-making level of the Ming army and knew the great significance of this battle.

Ce Ling Namuzal, who was concentrating on roasting the sheep, saw this and immediately put down what he was doing, knelt down to Zhu Jing'an and said.

"Congratulations to Your Highness, congratulations to Your Highness!"

"After this battle, Wang Shi's Northern Expedition will be able to determine the outcome in one fell swoop."

"The little Khan is willing to take the lead in showing His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty to be the Khan of Heaven!"

Celing Namuzal is now willing to go all out in order to flatter him.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jingyan was stunned at first, then he spoke.

"Haha, the Qing family please get up quickly!"

"I'm borrowing your good words!" (End of chapter)