Saving the Ming Dynasty: I can exchange bodies with Chongzhen

Chapter 102: Tianjin City!!
Chongzhen stared at the things sent by the students' parents on the table.

There were vegetables, rice, millet, a wild rabbit... Suddenly I felt a little breathless.

He turned his head, "Dad, what they said... is true?"

The expression on Prince Xiang Zhu Yiming's face had already frozen at this moment. He was speechless for a long time and could not utter a word.

There was a sudden sound of thunder.

The rain curtain came down with a bang, countless water droplets splashed like curtains, and human figures kept running in the rain.

Someone looked over here, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth bared, and he seemed to be holding back a lot of anger. He shouted, "What's wrong with scholars? Scholars won't eat our flesh and drink our blood?"

"Look at his hands, they are so delicate and tender, how can they look like a poor man? We in the village said that only poor people are allowed to go up the mountain."

"Bang~" At this moment, someone suddenly knocked him to the ground with a punch, "The boss said that he will be the teacher of the children, so you are not allowed to act wild."

"I'm going to fuck..."

In the rain, one could vaguely see people fighting.

Prince Xiang and Chongzhen were stunned for a moment as they watched the scene outside.

……

Ming Dynasty, Tianjin City.

The shouts of killing shook the sky.

The mighty Qing army surrounded the city of Tianjin and began to attack the city.

In fact, since the disastrous defeat in the Battle of Sarhu 18 years ago, the Ming Dynasty has been in an extremely passive state facing the Qing Dynasty.

Chongzhen, who was very self-confident, constantly exploited food and wages from the interior to increase military spending in Liaodong, but it was unable to benefit the long-term development.

Liaodong has always been a place where all kinds of fortresses are clustered, which disperses and dilutes a large number of garrison forces, making it easy for small areas to fall quickly.

The poor and deformed financial and military situation of the Ming Dynasty meant that large-scale reinforcements were rarely concentrated and used, forcing the Ming army to resist step by step and continuously invest more resources in batches into the Liaodong battlefield.

The vicious cycle was so chaotic that Huang Taiji repeatedly took a detour southward and advanced towards the heartland of the Ming Dynasty.

"kill!"

"Attack again!" Dorgon looked at the weakly defended Tianjin City and gave the order again: "They don't have many people. As long as they can hold out for a few days and capture Tianjin City, we can be fearless."

Tianjin City originally had 8,000 defenders, but 7,000 of them died in a sudden incident. Now there are only 1,000 soldiers at most defending the city.

Now the responsibility of defending the city fell on a few civil servants and mobilized civilians. In addition to a few cannons, they also had stones and other weapons.

The Qing soldiers who had been fighting the Ming army outside the Great Wall for a long time would not lose their ability to attack the city just because they had no artillery.

They used 30,000 cavalry to block Tianjin's external road traffic.

Then tens of thousands of people began to attack the city.

As soon as they started fighting, they were crushed by the Qing troops. The city of Tianjin was higher and larger than that of ordinary county towns, but generally speaking there was not much difference.

Arrows fell on the city wall like rain.

"Raise your shield!"

The civil servants on the Tianjin city wall shouted, but the civilians had never received systematic training, let alone experienced such a large-scale war.

Many people didn't have time at all, or were a few steps late, and were nailed to the city wall.

Howling, pain, wailing... instantly resounded throughout the city.

Blood pits soon formed on the ground above the city wall.

"put!"

The people who were still alive on the city wall pushed the stones in their hands down.

The main reason was that there were too few people and they were unable to cover the entire city wall in the face of more than 60,000 Manchu Tartars.

After only one day, the arrows and stones were completely used up.

……

However, it was on this day that the Yongwei Battalion, the Beijing Battalion, and the White Spear Soldiers finally engaged in battle with the Qing cavalry that blockaded Tianjin.

The leader was Erhe, a Gushan Ezhen under Dorgon.

When he heard that the Ming army had arrived, he grinned and said, "My men, kill them!"

They rode their horses in a cone shape and rushed madly towards the Ming army camp in front of them.

In their eyes, this group of Ming troops was no different from the previous group of Ming troops in Tianjin.

The army of more than 7,000 people rushed towards the Ming army like a torrent.

Rumble~
The ground was shaking violently from the horses' trampling, and smoke and dust rose up, covering the sky and the sun.

"Kill~"

"kill!"

The shouts and cries of killing were deafening. The Qing soldiers were like people who had been injected with chicken blood. They raised their scimitars, trembling all over, and roared with grim smiles.

500 steps.

400 steps.

300 steps.

Just as he was constantly calculating the distance, his pupils suddenly shrank, his head buzzed, and he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Because the Ming army in front suddenly lifted the black cloth in front, revealing a row of pitch-black holes.

"Fire...cannon?!!!" Erhe was about to shout to retreat, but the cavalry's charge was too fierce and it was impossible to stop it.

At the same time, a deafening roar exploded in his ears.

"Boom boom boom~~"

The earth is shaking and the sky is roaring.

Hundreds of artillery pieces were firing at the enemy, spewing out flames of anger, and solid bullets smashed into the camp of the charging Manchu Tartars like meteorites from outer space.

No matter whether it was a person or a horse, they were pierced through before they could react.

Flames shot up into the sky, light rose, and hot air danced.

Distorted faces, neighing horses, Qing soldiers being blown into the sky, corpses smashed into pulp by shells, and armor tattered like rags kept passing by in front of Erhe.

A few seconds later, his ears were still ringing.

The bloody mess and broken limbs were not enough to describe the horrific scene he saw.

But he did not die immediately in the first round. He continued to charge towards the Ming army madly, shouting, "Kill, kill them. As long as we charge forward, we will win."

The personal soldier who was responsible for delivering orders to him grabbed the horn and blew it loudly, ordering the Qing troops to break through quickly.

"Puff~" The sound of the horn suddenly stopped.

The head of the personal soldier was smashed into a ball of mud like a watermelon. Erhe gritted his teeth and glared, "How could it be so fast..."

The next moment, he was knocked off his horse as if he were hit by a heavy hammer.

As his consciousness became blurred, he seemed to hear something again.

The third round...

The fourth round follows!
Although Erhe was dead, his order was issued, and these Manchu Tatars also understood that although the Ming army's artillery was powerful, as long as they got close to the front, they would be completely useless.

Their eyes opened wide and they pulled their horses violently. Some even slashed their horses with the back of their swords, trying to make them run faster and break through the Ming army camp.

The sound of artillery fire continued, but the flag bearer on the Ming army waved the signal flag and said, "Two hundred steps!"

"The gunman is ready!"

The fifth round roared loudly.

Round six...

The flag bearer waved the flag continuously: "One hundred and fifty steps!"

"The artillery fired the last two salvos."

"Boom~~"

"Stop the artillery fire, musketeers move forward!"

"One hundred and twenty steps!"

"One hundred steps!"

At this time, less than half of the Qing cavalry had rushed within a hundred steps, but
"put!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Six thousand musketeers raised their muskets, making a loud noise, and fired bullets at the Qing cavalry like raindrops.

The Tartars who were rushing in the front were thrown to the ground in an instant.

Both the people and the horses were riddled with bullet holes.

The improved flintlock rifle was so powerful that even though the Tatars were wearing three layers of armor, they still could not withstand it and fell to the ground.

"Put it back!"

The three-stage musket was firing. The front row of musketeers had retreated to the back and started to reload ammunition, and the people in the second row began to fire.

"Bang bang bang~~"

Another group of Tartars fell off their horses. The Manchu Tartars were like the reeds in the Baiyangdian Lake in autumn. With every blow of the sickle, they fell down one by one.

……

"Eighty steps!"

The flag bearer on the Ming side waved the flag solemnly, "Ming cavalry, get ready!"

"White-pole soldiers, move forward and protect the artillery!"

It was not until this moment that the 30,000 Ming cavalry showed their two wings, like a sleeping tiger with its eyes open.

"kill!"

The white-spear soldiers had already stood in front of the artillerymen at this time, with the spears in their hands shining coldly under the sun.

The entire Ming army was like a tightly-operated machine.

……

Capital city, Grand Council.

The sky above the capital was covered with dark clouds, and the atmosphere in the Wenhua Hall was also depressing.

Sun Chengzong and Yang Sichang's faces were as solemn as ice.

Judging from the intelligence continuously reported by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Ming army should be about to engage in a major war with the Manchu Tartars.

But Zhu Changgan was in Zhongji Hall at this time.

He was presiding over the so-called policy test, which was the "examination" for senior ministers to enter the cabinet.

He personally set the questions, listing the main problems currently faced, such as frequent natural disasters, difficulty in suppressing bandits, lack of border pay, and chaotic administration.

The ministers are asked to come up with ideas and find solutions.

At this time, it was not yet evening, but it was as dark as night, and the candlelight was dim.

The ministers looked at the test questions given by the emperor, beads of sweat on their foreheads. An hour passed, and more than half of them could not write a few words.

Zhu Changgan was mentally prepared for this.

It's fine to let them write articles, but when real problems are put in front of them, they won't be able to write anything.

Suddenly, his body stopped abruptly.

"Main quest: Save the Ming Dynasty Completion: 899/10000"

"The Ming Dynasty's national fortune value: -4321, (the people are living in dire straits, the national fortune is negative, and natural and man-made disasters continue.)"

"The Ming Dynasty has lasted for 200 days"

「Modern lifespan bonus: 200 days」

「Funding reward: 5479452 yuan」

"Why did it increase so much all of a sudden?" Zhu Changgan said with heavy breathing.

How similar to last time.

The progress bar increased by more than 300 at once, and this time it directly increased by 400, and the national fortune value also increased by , and the national destiny doubled.

Compared to before, both the main line and others have doubled. Apart from winning the battle, he really can't think of any other possibilities.

"Victory!"

“Win again!”

This gave Zhu Changgan confidence when he looked at this group of civil servants.

"Gentlemen, how do you think this test question is?"

"The time is almost up... Wang Chengen, go collect the test papers!"

Xue Guoguan gritted his teeth, blushed, and suddenly stood up and said, "Your Majesty, why do you have to use this fake exam to show your fairness to the ministers?"

　Chapter 2 presented
　　
　
(End of this chapter)