Liaodong, Guangningwei.

Hundreds of miles around Guangningwei is a flat river, which was once the location of the Liaodong General Military Office of the Ming Dynasty, and it was also an important military town for controlling the Mongolian bombs and suppressing the Jurchens. This acropolis was hated by the Manchus again and again, and even Nurhachi was wounded here and finally died.

This was the frontier of the Ming Dynasty against the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but with Wu Sangui's "borrowing soldiers and begging teachers", everything became a thing of the past, and even the Liao people who had lived here also entered the customs with Wu Sangui and pointed the swords in their hands at their compatriots.

However, not everyone has left, compared to the desolation of most areas in eastern Liaoning, although the current Guangning is not prosperous, but it is more lively than most places in eastern Liaodong, next to the official road, especially near the acropolis, there are always some small villages scattered next to the official road, and this small village located in the south of the official road, but there are only more than ten households, earthen walls and grass roofs, the eaves are extremely low, and the poverty of the people in the village can be seen at a glance.

It is the middle of winter, when the snow covers the earth, and every house is closed to block the cold of winter, and even the birds and birds that are foraging for food are nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, a commotion from the official road broke the silence of the village. The cavalry of the brigade marched along the official road in the direction of Shanhaiguan, and there were dozens of carriages in the horse team, that is, four-wheeled carriages for transporting goods, and carriages with black glass windows.

Some of the children in the village, listening to the noise outside, all ran to the side of the road to look at the passing troops on the official road, and some of them looked at the cavalry on horseback with envy in their eyes.

They were no longer as strange to these armies as they had been at the beginning, and they did not even need to hide from the army as they had done earlier, because these people had never disturbed the village, and even the food and live pigs of the labor army were paid according to the price "sacrificed" by the people. After a long time, in the hearts of the people, these soldiers and horses seem to be the Yue family soldiers who "starve to death and do not disturb the people, freeze to death and do not break the house", but they are not surnamed Yue, their surname is "Zhu", they are the loyal and righteous army of the Ming Dynasty.

"Ergouzi, when I grow up, I want to be a soldier too."

The young man in the black cotton jacket looked at the soldiers whose military uniforms were full of snowflakes, and said enviously.

"Jin An, you are dreaming, with your small body, you are still a soldier, and the military master can still accept you like this."

The ridicule of the second dog did not stop the young man's desire for the army, maybe his desire was very simple, but it was just that thick military uniform, just the majestic appearance of riding on a horse.

Sometimes, young people are always so simple.

Half an hour later, the large group of men and horses was finally over, and the village once again returned to its previous tranquility......

For Zhu Mingzhong, who was in the carriage, he naturally didn't know that there would be a teenager outside the carriage watching the departing carriage and horses, and silently making his vows there, he was just there looking at the history of the five dynasties in his hand, perhaps because in this era, there is neither the Internet, nor mobile phones, nor so many entertainment activities in later generations, so now Zhu Mingzhong, like the people of this era, can only rely on reading to entertain himself.

And the books he reads can be said to be eclectic, the translation of European political, military and scientific works is of course his first choice, European economic and social works will also be involved, and the traditional Chinese scriptures are his most diligent, from the theory, Meng, Xue, Yong to Song Ming Confucianism, at first it was still dry and difficult to understand, and now it can be said that he can't put it down, especially the practical books compiled by Zhu Zhiyu and others, which have reached the point of "reading without stopping". Of course, for him, this part is mainly spiritual cultivation, absorbing the nutrients of self-cultivation and self-cultivation from the closeness to the traditional Chinese spirit.

At the same time, Zhu Mingzhong also likes to read history books, and he can not only know the rise and fall of history as the context. Reading scriptures is for self-cultivation, but reading history books is the real application of what you have learned. Reading the Bible may pay more attention to spiritual cultivation, and reading history may pay more attention to planning and strategy, which is exactly what Zhu Mingzhong learned from the experience of two people in modern times, both of whom seem to like to read traditional Chinese culture, but to a certain extent, the chairman of the committee "lost on the desk at the beginning." The biggest difference between the great man and the chairman of the committee can be summed up in a word: the great man reads history, and the chairman reads the scriptures. Great men read history as researchers, and the chairman of the committee read the scriptures as pondering the heart.

Perhaps this is the difference between a materialist and an idealist, but for Zhu Mingzhong, who is from the 21st century, his education makes him only a pragmatist, and although he is not a follower of Machiavellianism, some of the tenets of Machiavellianism have always influenced him.

"In order to achieve a noblest end, the most despicable means may be used" is the belief that the result justifies the means. Therefore, Zhu Mingzhong will make some decisions in many cases, such as on the issue of dealing with Yongli, decisively without the slightest hesitation.

The result justifies the means.

Looking at the history of the Tang Dynasty, I looked at the history books mentioning the disaster of the late Tang Dynasty until the five dynasties of feudal towns. Looking at the record of the brutality and inhumanity of the feudal town described in simple words, the people suffered greatly from it. Zhu Mingzhong's brows were tightly locked.

"We must not repeat the mistakes of the past!"

Although he has not personally experienced the division of feudal towns, but in this chaos, he has a personal experience of the suffering of the common people, so Zhu Mingzhong is never willing to see the people of the world fall back into the chaos, and because of this, as a pragmatist, although his actions are occasionally not so utilitarian, most of the time he will be affected by the principles of Machiavellianism, and he will still be extremely utilitarian.

The same is true for poisoning Yongli, and the same is true for pretending to be the heir of Chongzhen, and now it is ...... And even more so!

Get the most out of the least cost!

Since this is the basic principle of war, it is also the basic creed of pragmatists, and as for the rest, it is not within Zhu Mingzhong's consideration.

"That's all it takes......"

After thinking about it in his heart, Zhu Mingzhong took out a piece of paper, then wrote a few words on the paper with a pen, and then opened the window and commanded the attendant outside the window.

"Give the letter to Shi Jun Zhengcheng".

When the window was pushed open, although the snow had stopped, the snow and sand blown up by the wind were still blown into the carriage, which only made him feel a little cold outside the window, looking at the slowly darkening sky outside the window, and looking at the cavalry with a thick snow on their coats, he immediately ordered the troops to choose a suitable place to camp on the spot.

This kind of winter is indeed not suitable for long travel, let alone marching, but Zhu Mingzhong must rush to Shanhaiguan before the end of winter, and then end all this as quickly as possible, and must not let the world fall into turmoil again.

At nightfall, at the foot of a leeward hill, cotton tents were scattered among the snow, and outside the tents, in addition to the wagon wall, there was a thick wall of snow, and even behind the snow wall, several field guns pointed out of the wall, even if it was a temporary camping point, because it was outside the pass, and in order to prevent possible attacks, the cavalry had to carefully set up fortifications.

The heavy snow that had stopped fell again with the night, and the top of the tarpaulin cotton tent was neatly scattered within the snow wall, and in the center of the tent were more than a dozen slightly larger tents, which was Zhu Mingzhong's "Chinese Army Tent", which was actually a large tent of 24 people.

From time to time, the rustling sound of snow falling from outside the cotton tent made of tung oil canvas kept coming into the tent, compared to the cold outside the tent, but the inside of the tent was as warm as spring. The firewood in the marching stove was still burning, and the hot water from the copper kettle hanging from the stove was steaming, filling the small tent.

Perhaps because he made a decision that went against his will, Zhu Mingzhong, who was in a state of confusion, felt a little depressed in this tent, so he dropped the book in his hand and walked outside the tent.

Standing at the edge of the tent, looking at the tents in the camp, and looking at the soldiers walking around the camp area, the somewhat irritable thoughts slowly calmed down. Looking at the wind and snow and the camp tent, a poem that Zhu Mingzhong had read came to his mind.

"A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, walking to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tents in the middle of the night......"

This is Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc Mountain Journey", after the fall of the Manchu Dynasty, whether he is still alive, Zhu Mingzhong doesn't know, and he doesn't care, but at this time, there seems to be nothing more appropriate than this poem.

Lu Liuliang, who had been outside the tent, couldn't help but be stunned when he listened to the king chanting slowly, after all, everyone seemed to think that the king's writing was not good, but at this time, when this word came into his ears, it suddenly made him dumbfounded.

"The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden."

A few simple crosses, the difficult twists and turns of the journey, but also the homesickness. Savoring the meaning of the words, Lu Liuliang couldn't help but praise himself, but he didn't bother, after all, the king's homesickness had been exhausted in this word, and he quietly jumped into the words with a lot of heart.

"The king is also a true temperament......"

sighed like this, thinking that this word was made by the king, Lu Liuliang secretly commented to himself. But he knew that this word was just plagiarized by Zhu Mingzhong.

Zhu Mingzhong, who was outside the tent, didn't know that a word he plagiarized casually would make others think about it, he just looked up at the sky, looking at the fluttering snowflakes, although the words were full of homesickness, but his face was extremely calm, there was the slightest sense of homesickness, and even there was a trace of expectation between the eyebrows.

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