Yuan Chonghuan is a very complicated figure for Dongjiang.

On the one hand, in the change of the two islands, Yuan Chonghuan almost killed Mao Wenlong, making Liaozhen and Dongjiang Town have a great enmity. But on the other hand, his contribution to the Dongjiang River is also indelible, the Toyotomi family sisters and brothers who let the Dongjiang control the Wa Kingdom were raised by him, and when Mao Jue was away, the victory of the Dongjiang in the Wa State was also consolidated by him, and even now most of the team that the Toyotomi family is running is still selected by Yuan Chonghuan.

If it weren't for his insistence on going his own way, intending to turn the tide of the Ming Dynasty with his own strength, I am afraid that in the history of the Ming and Japanese countries in the future, he would have left a strong mark, right?

Regarding Yuan Chonghuan's death, Dongjiang also came to a cold treatment, only the Liao Wangfu issued a message similar to a notice to the subordinate military towns, Lushan was defeated, and the Dongjiang traitor Yuan Chonghuan died.

However, Mao Jue, who had been staring at the front line, abandoned the heavy military affairs and returned to the Dongjiang River.

White Horse Mountain.

Once used as the front line of the defense of the Dongjiang River and the reserve military base of Yiju, the strategic significance here was once extremely important, but now, the former enemy of the Dongjiang River has been annihilated, and the footsteps of China have taken an important step to the north like never before, and the historical mission of Baima Mountain is over.

And the people here have moved a lot, the huge Heilongjiang Plain is full of opportunities, go directly to the enclosure to build Zhuangzi, the more and more developed railways also make the grain not unable to be transported, the danger of not being able to exchange money, once as the only plain of the Dongjiang River is gone, here seems to have returned to the calm and dead silence before the rise of Mao Jue.

It's just that here is still the Dongjiang River left a few traces of heavy strokes, next to the mountain city not far from the Xiangyang Peak, a cement road winds up, towards the west of the Liaodong steep slope, cement paved steps, black marble tombstones neatly to the military formation.

This is Chongzhen ten years after the battle of the Dongjiang River, Mao Jue ordered to build for the victims, ancient poetry: poor and uncertain riverside bones, still a spring boudoir dream. But here in Dongjiang, Mao Jue does not allow every soldier who died for Dongjiang to go away in silence, they should be remembered by history.

Liaodong seems to have endless snowfall, covering this silent afterlife country with a thick white robe, but on the thick snow track, there is an extra row of footprints, and a new grave has been erected in the large open space behind the hillside.

The incense just on, the smoke of the cigarette fluttering around the tombstone, but unlike other Dongjiang warrior tombs, the inscription of this monument is empty, and there are only four words on the dark tablet.

The soul returns.

In the brazier, the burning yellow paper brought a little warmth to this cold world, and two women in white linen clothes knelt on the ground, bowing gently forward.

The deceased was the greatest, and Mao Jue also bowed forward slightly, then sighed and shook his head, turned around and walked down the mountain.

It's not that he doesn't even have this measurement, even Yuan Chonghuan's name is not allowed to stay, this inscription is jointly requested by Mrs. Yuan and the Zhao family, maybe this is the most real withdrawal of regret to call the husband to find the marquis! Lao Yuan has been heroic all his life, but the most bitter are these two women.

"According to the treatment of the families of the martyrs of Dongjiang, send a few people to keep an eye on it, don't do anything!"

While walking, Mao Jue was still commanding, and Sakura Ji nodded one by one, but suddenly, her footsteps stopped, looking at her stunned gaze, Mao Jue also turned his head in astonishment, and the next second, a wry smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

The white fox fur cloak wrapped the petite body, and the slender eyelashes were also dyed white by snowflakes, dotted on the red eye circles, like a white core peony, a pair of small hands shrunk on the chest, Chiyohime's sad expression, looking at her eyes was almost heartbreaking.

Yuan Chonghuan's death Mao Jue was ordered to keep it secret from her, and it seems that he still didn't hide it.

"You ......"

"Mr. used to be the concubine's teacher, and the concubine wants to worship him, ask her husband for permission!"

After opening his mouth and stammering for about two or three seconds, Mao Jue finally nodded helplessly, did not speak, directly gave up his position, saluted him slightly with his skirt, lowered his head and carried a basket, Chiyoji walked up the mountain path in a hurry.

I could faintly hear the faint cry from the only new grave in the entire cemetery, and I had been waiting in the snow with my hands behind my back, and Mao Jue never turned back.

Chiyoji doesn't love him, the marriage between the two of them is just a political marriage, Mao Jue knows this, if he is a pure and pure ancient person like Zhu Yuanzhang, a hero in troubled times, Mao Jue can not care about Chiyo any feelings at all, but unfortunately he is not, for this little girl who was only a teenager and was forced to marry him, that sense of responsibility still binds him.

But before Mao Jue could figure out how to persuade her, Chiyohime's soft footsteps were already ringing behind her, and she really came back just by putting on incense.

In order to show respect, Mao Jue's carriage also stopped at the gate of the cemetery, and walked back in a dull manner, and the two sat back to Baima Mountain City in silence and the carriage stopped smoothly at the gate of the town guard's mansion.

"You stay in White Horse Mountain City for a while! You don't have to go back to Jinzhou with me!"

"Husband, but you hate concubines?"

Chiyohime's answer was a little unexpected, the redness and swelling on her eyes had not faded, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at Mao Jue's face very calmly.

"Of course not, but Yuan ......"

"Mr. has been a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty in his life! Although he died, he died in his life's work, and he fulfilled his life's responsibility, even in the spirit of heaven, he has no regrets!"

"Mr. is the minister of the Ming Dynasty, and he died for the Ming Dynasty. The concubine is the wife of the king, when the husband is worried all night, why doesn't the concubine keep the king's side? ”

"If the husband is not disgusted with the concubine, please take the concubine with you!"

Watching her stand up and salute herself with the corner of her skirt again, Mao Jue was stunned again, and after a few seconds, he stretched out his hand to Chiyohime.

The war resources of Da Liao are fully inclined to western Liaoning, the road from Yizhou to Shenyang is far back, and the road is slippery in snow, even if Mao Jue returns, he is riding a horse and galloping, but although the knife wind blows on his face and freezes numb, he occasionally looks back at the beautiful eyes behind him that are calm and suddenly become mature and resolute, Mao Jue's heart is sincerely relieved.

Looking at the wind and snow waving the reins, Mao Jue's heart gradually hardened, Chiyoji's words lingered in his heart, since Yuan Chonghuan could fight for the belief in his heart to the last moment, as the lord of the Dongjiang River, what reason did he have not to be hard?

In the snowstorm from the pavement, the black cavalry was like a black blade, tearing through the snow curtain against the biting cold and heading east.

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In ancient legends, Gonggong and Zhurong battled, after the defeat of the heart was unwilling, knocked down Buzhou Mountain, let the sky step to the northwest, for the Ming Dynasty, now and that time is exactly the same, Yuan Chonghuan, the last glory of the empire is not able to turn the tide, originally just divided the Central Plains plus Huguang side of the army poured like a flood to the northwest.

Like Liaodong, Tongguan is also full of snow, in history, after Sun Chuanting was defeated in Jiaxian, he also fought to the death here, and finally died here, but after changing time and space, changing a character on the cusp, Wu Fu did not have such courage.

Outside the city of Tongguan, among the narrow mountains, hundreds of thousands of soldiers wore thin clothes, withstood the cold, shivering and piled up there, in their difficult but eager eyes, the steel-wrapped Tongguan gate suddenly opened, holding the official seal in both hands, Wu Fu also staggered out of the city, with some gentry in the pass, fearfully walked to Li Zicheng's horse, and then knelt heavily on the ground, both hands held the big seal of the governor of the five provinces in front of Li Zicheng, who was blind in one eye.

Dongge University Scholar, the pillar of the imperial court who came to force the Qin army to fight with the emperor's order, he surrendered!

On November 18, under Tongguan, with more than 500,000 soldiers and horses, Li Zicheng broke into the pass at leisure, and arrived in Xi'an before the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Qin Wangfu.

drove Yuan Chonghuan out of the pass to face the battle, Qin King Zhu Youshu made a lot of efforts, and it was a relationship and a lot of money, but now, without the protection of Yuan Chonghuan and the Qin army, the heavy bitter fruit of the entire Qin Wangfu is fruitful.

Once the poor and patient Central Plains refugees rioted, they also gave full play to their destructive power, and one by one the displaced people who entered such a metropolis for the first time excitedly rushed into the mansion that once represented the authority of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and their eyes were dazzling with gold and silver wealth, silk and satin, stuffed into their own pockets, and the eunuchs who were originally majestic trembled like chickens shrunk under the bed, shrunk in the latrine, and shrank in all the places where they could hide, and did not dare to come out.

In front of the Dazheng Palace, where the first King of Qin presided over the military administration of Shaanxi, several palace daughters fled in horror, and shouted for King Qin to help, but Zhu Youshu, the king of Qin, who was wearing a bright yellow four-clawed dragon robe, only dared to sit under the hall and watch, lamenting and patting his thighs and whining.

"My ......Da Ming, my Da Ming, my Da Ming, what is this?"

Walking on the snow, strolling into the city of Xi'an, Li Zicheng was full of the joy of the victor, once upon a time, he was also like those lowly people below, even looking up at this city felt afraid, but today, he is the conqueror of this city, he let this city live and live, he let this city die and die!

Kicking the horse through the city wall, straight to the Shaanxi Mansion, under the light of the fire, the quaint few golden characters still exude the majesty of the past, but the people guarding here obviously do not have the backbone of these words, the governor of Shaanxi, the prefect of Xi'an, hundreds of Ming officials tremblingly knelt in the snow, but also head down, buttocks to the sky, and obediently handed over the seal letter, they were greedy on weekdays, and even refused to take out a grain to help Yuan Chonghuan's army, and talked everywhere to make a stumbling block, but now, they can only pin the value of the whole service on others, expecting the benevolence of the new authorities.

Tima walked to the front of the Xi'an Mansion, Li Zicheng suddenly had the strength to strangle the war horse, and he didn't look at the old Ming bureaucrats kneeling on the ground, but all his attention was focused on the three golden characters of the shining Xi'an Mansion, suddenly, he pulled the bow from his back, skillfully took the bow and led the arrow, held his breath and aimed, and bang, the arrow was in the middle of the word, and the tail of the arrow trembled, and even the snow on the plaque shook down a layer.

Under the trembling gaze of those old Ming officials, Li Chuang raised his head and laughed.

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Yuan Chonghuan worked hard for more than a year, those tuntian, tunsuo, and Xi'an City, the old officials and nobles who were full of fat brains and clans and nobles who had worked hard to hoard the money and food, all of which belonged to the army, for the original natural disasters, the lack of materials, and the scarred army in the Lushan War injected a strong shot, after the capture of Xi'an, the army was divided into three ways, sweeping the king He Jin drove the troops westward, smashed Gansu, and broke Lanzhou in January of the following year, and captured the Ming Su Wang and his wife.

Gao Yigong's soldiers and horses marched north, successively went to Yan'an, Yansui, and Yulin, which were originally the military bases of the Ming Dynasty as pillars, and suppressed the three sides of the main force of the peasant army, which fell into the hands of the Chuang army one after another.

The third route is led by the old Hui Ma Shouying, south to Hanzhong, the territory is directly connected with Zhang Xianzhong of Shu, which was originally the Ming Empire with the flowering of the henchmen, and now half of the body is completely gone, from the Central Plains to the west for thousands of miles, into the army, and after Mao Jue Liaodong called the king, Li Zicheng also and Chongzhen 17 January 22 Xi'an called the emperor, the country name Dashun, recorded as the first year of Dashun, officially and the Ming Empire to fight against the court.

However, even to this point, the Ming Empire is not without opportunities, at least the empire still has a complete Jiangnan, like the Anshi Rebellion of the Tang Dynasty, Luoyang and Chang'an both fell successively, and the main forces of the empire either defected or collapsed, the available troops are also hundreds of thousands.

And if you take 10,000 steps back, even if you really can't beat the enemy, the Ming Court can completely learn from the Southern Song Dynasty to cross south, and the Southern Song Dynasty, which is partial to the south of the Yangtze River, has also nourished for more than 170 years.

But even at this time, the minds of the princes of the DPRK and China were still not focused on how to resist the enemy army and defend their empire and rights, and they were still shirking their responsibilities to each other.

And Emperor Chongzhen, who was sitting on the dragon chair, also didn't put his mind on resisting the intruding army, looking at the quarrelsome ministers, he just kept shaking his head.

"Ministers of the Dead! A group of ministers who have fallen to the country!!"

(End of chapter)