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The city of Hetuala, which Dajin called Xingjing, has the best expectations of all the Jurchens for him. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Nurhachi turned this place into Xingjing, hoping that this place could become the place where the Jurchen ancestors arose.

Standing at the head of the city, Dolgon's face was like water, and the breeze blew on his cheeks, giving the Great Khan of Houjin a sense of maturity and stability. For Dolgon, the half-year period was like a nightmare, lingering around him for a long time.

Five months ago, in the first battle of Fushun, the children of the 8,000 Eight Banners were all wiped out, and Yue Tuo, the eldest son of the Great Belle Daishan, died in Fushun City. When the news came, the Jurchens were shaken, and they were surprised and worried.

"Great Khan, everything is ready!" The Great Beledain walked up to Dolgon's side, hunched slightly, and said in a low tone.

At this time, Dai Shan did not have the vigor of the past, and the whole person looked old, although he was not very old. The death of the eldest son made Daishan heartbroken. The dilemma faced by the Jurchens made him gray in hair.

"Is this day still coming?". Looking up at the sky, Dolgon's face was a little unwilling, and at the same time there was a deep frustration.

Thinking back to the battle a month ago, when countless Eight Banners disciples stained the battlefield with blood, Dolgon felt that his heart was aching. After Fushun was lost, the whole of the Eight Banners made up their minds that the Ming army must not be allowed to cross the Liao River, otherwise Hetuara would not be able to keep it. Naturally, Dorgon understood this, and he did it.

Gathered all of Dakin's troops, but there were only 40,000 people, which was already the greatest strength that Dakin could show, and there were many children who had just turned sixteen. That station can be said to be extremely tragic, and the Ming army's anger is too sharp, so that the children of the Eight Banners can't raise the courage to confront at all.

As soon as they made contact, there were huge casualties. Then came the great rout. The originally invincible Eight Banners disciples seemed to be paper tigers at this time, and they would be broken with a single stab. Fleeing back to Hetuara in disarray, Dorgon was enveloped in a deep sense of grief.

After everyone's discussion, retreat became Daikin's only option, go north! Changbai Mountain. Maybe to the north, find a place where Daikin can settle down. At this moment, Dolgon remembered the once glorious people, the Xiongnu or the Turks, those names that were powerful for a while, all of which were all reported in the long river of history.

To preserve the Jurchen heritage, Dorgon admonished himself countless times! The people who are accustomed to a stable life do not know if they will be able to withstand the harsh living conditions. Perhaps after the baptism of blood and fire, his own people will be able to stand up again.

"Great Khan!" Dai Shan reminded again. This is already the last chance, and if you don't go at this time, I'm afraid you won't be able to go!

Glancing back at Daishan, Dorgon nodded slowly and said, "It's time, it's time for us to leave too!" I don't know if our people will still have a chance to set foot on this land, and maybe I don't know if I will be able to see it in my lifetime. ”

When Sun Chengzong led people to Hetuala, the entire city had become an empty city. Stand at the door of the North Gate. Sun Chengzong held the sword in his hand and looked at the north with a calm face.

"Great. Scratching a few tongues, the Jurchens ran away and ran north! Is it chasing down? If they drag their families with them, our cavalry will definitely be able to catch up. Lu Xiangsheng stood behind Sun Chengzong, with a little unwillingness on his face, and said in a deep voice.

Because of what happened to his parents. Lu Xiangsheng hated Jiannu to the core, and he showed no mercy, and the name of King Lu Yan had already spread. Seeing Sun Chengzong stop at this time, Lu Xiangsheng didn't understand it very much, so he came to his teacher as soon as possible.

Sun Chengzong glanced at this disciple of his own. sighed helplessly in my heart. This disciple is good everywhere, he is talented and martial, he is a temporary choice, but the killing aura is too heavy. But this has something to do with what happened to him, and Sun Chengzong didn't know how to explain him for a while.

After thinking about it, Sun Chengzong said in a deep voice: "It's September soon, and the farther north you go, the cold, the soldiers can withstand it, and the war horses can't do it." Once there is heavy snow, there will be problems with the use of firearms, and once they are ambushed by Jiannu, it will be more than worth the loss. Now that we can drive Jiannu north, our goal has been achieved. It's hard to say whether they can survive such a cold winter, and if they want to continue north, it will have to be after the spring of next year. ”

As a marshal, Sun Chengzong didn't need to explain these things to Lu Xiangsheng, but as a teacher, Sun Chengzong really hoped that his disciples could understand his hard work.

Lu Xiangsheng is not a stupid person, there are words in the art of war, and now that Jiannu has retreated to the north, it is indeed not suitable to pursue and suppress. If the weather permits, it's fine, and I don't have anything to say at this time.

After saluting Sun Chengzong respectfully, Lu Xiangsheng retreated, and he had to arrange for the army to advance northward, and this matter could not be delayed.

In Beijing, in the Forbidden City, the Emperor of the Apocalypse is opening the fold in his hand, which is a very detailed fold since the opening of the sea in the seventh year of the Apocalypse. With the development of maritime trade, the trade of the Ming Dynasty suddenly flourished, and merchants began to walk around the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

"In half a year, Fuzhou Haimao has collected 20 million taels of silver in taxes, and Haimao is indeed making money." The Emperor of the Apocalypse smiled indifferently, everything else can be solved, as long as it can make money.

"Your Majesty, this is a new commercial tax jointly determined by the Cabinet and the Military Aircraft Department, in which the commercial tax is reformulated according to the different commodities and the amount of transactions." The first assistant scholar of the cabinet handed the fold in his hand to the Emperor of the Apocalypse, and said with a somewhat excited look on his face.

Nodding slowly, he took the fold over and slowly flipped through it. As if remembering something, the Emperor of the Apocalypse raised his head and said, "Is the third batch of convoys coming soon?" ”

"Back to the emperor, it's almost there!" Xu Guangqi on the side stood up and said respectfully.

Since the Battle of the Taiwan Strait, the Emperor of the Apocalypse has organized a large fleet of ships to follow the route of Zheng He's voyage to the Western Ocean towards Southeast Asia. The Portuguese played a big part in this process. After signing a treaty with the Ming Dynasty to share the overseas colonies, the Ming Dynasty began to justifiably recover the colonies that once belonged to Portugal overseas.

Because of the continuous natural disasters, the food of the Ming Dynasty has been in a very tight state, and the Emperor of the Apocalypse sent a fleet to transport grain back from Dangnan Asia. And the agricultural pattern of rice in the south and corn in the north has almost been completed. I believe that after a few years, Daming's food will be enough to eat.

As food increased, food prices fell again and again, causing the price of land to also fall. It is believed that this will soon slow down the pace of land annexation, and the Emperor of the Apocalypse is just waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to redivide the land. Soon it will be time to implement the apportionment into the acre.

In Shanxi and Shaanxi provinces, the Emperor of the Apocalypse began to promote a new wool textile industry in addition to coal mining and gold mining. After the advent of the textile machine, this industry will develop very quickly. Once the scale is formed, it is the time when the Emperor of the Apocalypse will make a move against the Mongols, and this aggression is unstoppable, driven by huge interests.

The battle report of Liaodong soon reached Beijing, and the big stone in the heart of the Emperor of the Apocalypse was finally put down. I have been in this country for seven years and finally completed the layout. Next is the take-off and rise of the empire, which will take a lifetime to carry out.

In the winter of the seventh year of the Apocalypse, the university arrived as scheduled, and it was bigger than every winter. Clothed in a big coat, the Emperor of the Apocalypse walked on the snow with a look of joy on his face.

"Xu Aiqing, have you ever experimented? Can it really work? ”。 The Emperor of the Apocalypse looked back at Xu Guangqi and asked in a deep voice.

Xu Guangqi had an unconcealable excitement on his face. The eyebrows were trembling, and the muscles on his face were all gathered together. said: "Your Majesty, it has been experimented, and there is no problem." But there are no railroad tracks yet, so I don't know what will happen to the actual operation, but I don't think it's a problem. ”

The Emperor of the Apocalypse nodded slowly, this is since the invention of the steam engine. The first great achievement of the Ming Dynasty, the steam locomotive! As a later generation, the Emperor of the Apocalypse was very aware of the role of the steam engine, and of course knew what the appearance of the train meant. Now that the train has appeared, the ironclad warship is not far away. The era of the Ming Empire's hegemony is coming soon!

Looking at the big guy in front of him, the Emperor of the Apocalypse had an emotional look on his face, and he remembered very clearly that there was a steam train in his campus at the beginning. It was a retired locomotive, and it used to be my favorite place in college.

Gently stroking the cold steel, the Emperor of the Apocalypse felt that it had a temperature, a temperature that made his blood boil.

The seventh year of the Apocalypse passed quickly, and this year was very important, and it was a crucial year for the Ming Dynasty.

At the court meeting of the eighth year of the Apocalypse, the Emperor of the Apocalypse was dressed in a crown dress and walked on his dragon chair with a solemn face.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" The shouts resounded throughout the Forbidden City, and the ministers knelt on the ground, facing the emperor they admired the most in their hearts, the most powerful man in the world.

"Everyone, love Qing Ping!" The Emperor of the Apocalypse looked at the ministers below with a smile and said in a deep voice, "It has been seven years since I ascended the throne, and this is the eighth year. In the past seven years, I have not dared to slack off in the slightest, and the Ming Dynasty has today's momentum. Now that the prosperous era is coming, all Aiqing has made great contributions, and there must be the names of all Aiqing in history. I have never been arrogant, nor are I blindly arrogant, there is still a long way to go, I encourage you Aiqing. Now that the national strength is becoming more and more prosperous, if I open up the territory and conquer the land of the four seas, I will be ashamed of my ancestors and ancestors! I have decided to change the Yuan Yuanguang, and I hope that all Aiqing will understand my wishes! ”

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" The ministers below once again knelt on the ground and shouted three long live!

Yuanguang, the second era name in history, was used by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to change the Yuan, and at the same time, there is also an important significance, that is, the Yuanguang decision! If Emperor Qi used this era name today, it is undoubtedly a declaration that the world will be announced, and the Ming Empire will bid farewell to the past, and everything will start anew.

Standing at the head of the Forbidden City, the Emperor of the Apocalypse looked at Beijing with an expressionless face, and sang the song of the great wind loudly: The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying! (To be continued......)

PS: This is the last chapter of the book, and my mind is in a mess, and I don't know what to say. Tomorrow I will write a testimonial, which is a summary of the book, thank you all for your company along the way!