Nanking.

The largest city in the world is welcoming the Ming army under the banner of Zhu with open arms.

Groups of well-groomed Ming troops passed through the main gate of Nanjing City --- Zhengyang Gate, proudly displaying the posture of the victor.

Before entering the city, rewards had been issued, and officers at all levels continued to emphasize military discipline, and after cutting off more than a dozen heads that had committed crimes against the wind, the most slippery and greedy soldiers in the team also put away their thoughts of looting in the city.

The rust on the weapons was wiped clean, or simply replaced with new ones, and the bloody and somewhat rancid uniforms were also washed by washerwomen hired by the army. Zhu Chenggong even was generous for a while, and got some fragrant plants and put them in the laundry water. Whenever a Ming army walked by, the people who were dragged out to greet them could smell a special fragrance.

The flags of officers at all levels were mixed in the ranks, and the flagpoles that were higher than one attracted the exclamation of the children, and also attracted the exclamation of some well-informed people in the crowd: "A small flag is about dozens of soldiers, and a big flag is hundreds of soldiers. It's really going to change! ”

After passing through several groups of infantry, the cavalry entered the city next. The Zheng family squatted on the island all year round, and there were not many cavalrymen, but the armor that reflected the strong light in the scorching sun showed the richness of the Zheng family to the surroundings--- armor made of stainless steel all over the body, where did these cavalrymen wear armor? What I wore at all was white silver!

These squirrel-like horsemen held their heads proudly high, their nearly five-foot-tall horses under their crotches trampling on the bluestone pavement, and the horseshoe on their paws rattled under their feet.

The sound of horses' hooves has not yet gone away, and the eyes on the side of the road are focused on the birds in the city gate hole--- when they are in the city, they only hear the sound of birds outside the city banging, and many people have only seen the true face of this sharp weapon in Lushan today. Similarly, each soldier holds a new-looking bird's gun.

Unlike the Zheng army that had been before, the bird soldiers stopped in a clearing and lined up in three rows.

Regardless of what the whispering burghers were saying, the Birdsmen took out the tinder and lit a piece of arquebus--- the gunpowder had already been loaded.

"Put!"

The soldiers in the first row struggled to raise their bird guns and aim them at the sky.

After all, there was a slight difference in the burning time of the gunpowder, and the dense gunfire kept hitting the surrounding guns, and then quickly rebounded.

"Put!"

The soldiers in the second row also raised their birds.

Three lines were empty, leaving a layer of white smoke in the clearing. The soldiers shook their numb shoulders, wiped their sweat, and walked away without looking back.

Behind the Bird Soldiers were heavy artillery pieces dragged by a dozen animals of different colors and sizes. These heavy artillery, which did not play much role in the siege (the walls of Nanjing were blasted open by gunpowder coffins), were put to use in the streets at this time---- of course, not against the recalcitrant Qing army, but for a show of force.

The pipes made of copper and iron weighing thousands of pounds brought a strong visual impact, and some superstitious fools and fools even kowtowed to the cannons, praying that the cannonballs would not hit them in the future. Seeing the stunned people on both sides, the gunners grinned.

"Lord Wang, a few miles ahead, it is the Yamen of the Governor of Liangjiang in Dongyu."

"Got it," Zhu Chenggong waved his hand on the sedan chair to let the soldiers go down.

"Yes." The soldiers were just about to leave, Zhu Chenggong thought about it again, "Let them tear down all the plaques left by the Tartars, and seal all the yellow books and files inside. ”

The soldiers were ordered to leave, and Zhu Chenggong returned to ecstasy: Nanjing City was really broken by him!

The recapture of Nanjing is not only of great political significance. And it also makes great economic sense.

Nanjing is located at the intersection of the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal and the Yangtze River. The occupation of Nanjing is equivalent to the loss of all financial revenues south of the Yangtze River, and it will suddenly have an extra cornucopia! Since the martyrdom of Emperor Lie, the situation in the Ming Dynasty has been getting worse and worse day by day, and it has turned over in his own hands! At the end of the Ming Dynasty, more than half of the fiscal revenue came from Nanzhili, Zhejiang, and Huguang, and the early years of the Qing Dynasty also continued this economic pattern. Although there was already a voice that Cao Yun was not as good as sea transportation at this time, but the Qing army and naval divisions couldn't even pass Nanjing, so did they send military rations to the Zheng family by sea?

After stabilizing the South Zhili, you can merge Wuchang with the Thirteen Families in the East of Sichuan through the Yangtze River, so as to completely control the Huguang granary, enter Sichuan in the west, and separate the north and the south in the east, and welcome Your Majesty back to the Ming Dynasty...

"However, if Your Majesty returns to Nanjing, how should I deal with myself? I don't dare, and I don't want to replace it, but I don't want to be cunning and dead, and the lackeys are cooking. ”

The Ming Dynasty cut down the heroes at the beginning, thinking of this, Zhu Chenggong felt cold behind him: Although, except for Yuan Chonghuan, there is no one who dares to cut down the warlords without long eyes, but this emperor can even guess the abacus of Lang Tingzuo and Jiang Guozhu in Nanjing, and even deduce his Northern Expedition! Thousands of miles apart can be like this, is it true that today's son is really the reincarnation of a real dragon?

As a high-ranking nobleman second only to the emperor, Zhu Chenggong didn't believe that the emperor brought various buffs, but Zhu Chenggong was sure that Zhu Youlang really brought a BUFF.

"Okay, don't think about things so far, there are two capitals and thirteen provinces in the world, and the Ming Dynasty is now only half of Beijing (Nanzhili) and one province (Zhejiang), maybe at that time, I will already die of old age." In this era of an average life expectancy of 30 years old, death at the age of 50 is a normal death, and Zhu Chenggong has been fighting all year round and has no expectations for the length of his life.

"Lord Wang, Lang, Jiang Er's rebel thief is afraid of the heavenly soldiers, and he has already hanged himself in the yamen!"

"Hmph, self-employed!" Zhu Chenggong snorted.

"General Liu asked if you want to live in the palace after cleaning it up?"

Zhu Chenggong, who was still thinking about the emperor just now, was like a lion with fried hair, and almost jumped up from the sedan chair: "Bold! Liu Guozhu is afraid that he is blind? Miyagi is the residence of the emperor, and Wu'an dares to trespass? Does Liu Guozhu want to be a stone shouxin? Go back and tell him the truth! ”

On 22 July, after 10 days of encircling Nanjing, Nanjing was recovered, and snowflakes of good news flew to Nanjing from all directions.

On the 27th, Zhang Huangyan conquered Luzhou, and in early August, the vanguard had already broken into the territory of Huguang, and returned to the territory of Nanzhili after scaring the Qing army.

Wherever the Ming army went, the states and counties either killed the chief officer and surrendered, or the chief officer didn't even want his family to surrender directly, whether in Jiangbei or Jiangnan, the Ming army almost didn't encounter any resistance.

On Zhu Chenggong's map, drawn with the help of Western missionaries, the counties of Jiangnan Prefecture, which were once out of reach, are now under the rule of his shogunate.

Victory, never so close to him.

The world seems to be in the hands of King Fujian.