"On behalf of His Royal Highness the King of Qi Kingdom, I accept the right to govern transferred by you!"

On May 20, the 22nd year of the Apocalypse, when the voice of the Yellow Dragon sounded on the lacustrine plains in the southern part of the Mexican Plateau, it also represented that the Qi State had finally taken over the last Spanish colony in the Americas.

Speaking of Mexico City, its predecessor was the city of Tenochtitlan, founded in 1325.

Its founders were the Aztecs, who reclaimed lakes and built cities, built waterways, and built magnificent temples and palaces, and the whole city was quite prosperous.

After the Spanish invasion in 1521, the Spaniards built many European-style palaces, churches, monasteries and other buildings in the area.

As a result, Mexico City is now full of Aztec and Spanish architecture.

In such a complex, a square set aside by the Spaniards was so crowded that even the streets around the square were crowded.

There are three groups of people here, namely the indigenous people of Central America, the Spanish colonial army, and the Qi army brought by Huanglong.

More than 100,000 Aztecs surrounded the square, which was surrounded by yellow dragons dressed in mountain armor and the viceroy of New Spain dressed in the costumes of Western European nobility.

Behind them, stood the respective armies of each side.

The Qi army wore mandarin duck battle jackets inside, and the cuirass pressed by industrial streamlining on the outside.

Under the breastplate is a group of armor with a Ming style, and the left and right arms are still familiar gauntlets.

The weight of such a body of armor is controlled within twenty catties, and such a body is the standard configuration of the three thousand Qi army.

Compared to them, the group of Spanish troops on the opposite side, some wearing clothes, some wearing chain mail, and some wearing cuirasses looked very disorganized.

The 3,000 Qi army gave the impression of a hundred battle elites, while the 4,000 Spanish army was like an armor-piercing servant for them.

It was precisely because the Qi army brought by Huanglong gave the Aztecs and Spaniards a great deterrent that no one dared to provoke them, let alone hinder them.

"Congratulations, Mr. Marquis, Mexico City is yours now."

"No, this is our Highness."

With desperation, the governor of Spain in New Spain handed the signed treaty to Huang Long, who also happily made a joke.

However, when the Yellow Dragon took over the treaty, the governor of New Spain did not say anything more and withdrew from Mexico City with his own army.

Due to the intensity of the war, they had to fight immediately after returning to Spain, and could not stay in the Americas for long.

After they left, Huang Long took out a wooden whistle and blew it:

"Beep-"

"Bang Bang Bang-"

After the wooden whistle of the Yellow Dragon sounded, the Qi soldiers raised their handcuffs one after another and fired their guns into the sky to signal the end of the ceremony.

The Aztecs around the square were even startled for some reason.

It wasn't until the gunfire was over that people of similar skin to them and dressed in gorgeous clothes came up to them.

They preached to the crowd in Aztec:

"We are your brothers from the north, and now you will be the citizens of the Qi country, your children can learn the knowledge left by our ancestors, and you can get fields that one person can not grow at all, and you can eat endless grains, meat, vegetables, and fruits."

"Starting today, Mexico City will return to the bosom of its ancestors, and its new name is the Central Capital!"

When the thousands of interpreters of the Siyi Pavilion of Qi announced the news in the crowd, the Aztecs around them did not cheer as they imagined, but you looked at me, I looked at you, obviously until now I couldn't figure out what the officials of the Siyi Pavilion meant.

"These natives are stupid and don't understand the benefits of joining my Qi country."

Huang Long looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel a little resentful, but Li Dan next to him smiled and persuaded him:

"Master Hou doesn't need to be angry, they will understand in the future."

"The most important thing we should do now is for the Francos to take their remaining 120,000 immigrants with them, and then they can use steam engines and tractors to make a big splash on this land."

"Hmm......" Huang Long looked at the buildings around him and bowed his head slightly:

"However, before it can be used, it is still necessary to form a navy to cut off the connection between Europe and Qi."

"If the maritime defense line is done well, we can show our hands and feet on the land of Qi without any worries, and we don't have to worry about being stolen."

"Hou Ye Gao saw ......" Li Dan saluted respectfully, and Huang Long also waved his hand and said:

"Okay, send this news back and tell Xia Yunyi well."

"While there are still many immigrants, it is the top priority to quickly deploy immigrants in various places."

Huang Long said, and looked around at Mexico City, which had been renamed the Middle Capital:

"Some of these buildings are good, some are eyesore, please ask Your Highness first, and then decide whether to keep them."

After saying this, Huang Long turned around and walked towards the outside of the city.

But even when he walked out of the city, he didn't wait for the cheers of the Aztecs, so he couldn't help but curse the fool twice.

In his invective, the Qi army and Qi officials began to take over the Spanish cities one by one.

Most of these cities were built by the Aztecs and were later occupied by the Spanish.

Because the number of Spanish immigrants was so small, even though they had been in the Americas for hundreds of years, their influence and assimilation on the Aztecs was not significant.

Therefore, when they began to evacuate in an orderly manner, the problem they left for the Qi State was not very big.

"According to His Highness's estimates, a hundred years ago there were 12 million Aztecs in the area, but now there are only more than 1.3 million people in the local area according to the information provided by the Franji."

Qi State, in the Changshi Mansion of Xijing City.

As Xia Yunyi took the information in his hand and spoke to more than a dozen middle-level officials of the Qi State in the yamen in front of him, the content of his words also made everyone stunned.

"However, while the situation in the north is good, the south is not optimistic."

Xia Yunyi poured a basin of cold water on everyone:

"According to the intelligence of the Fran Machine, there are at least eight million natives in the south."

"The number of these natives, including the natives of the north, is estimated to be between 1,200 and 20 million."

"At the moment, there are less than three million people in the imperial court."

"If you want to assimilate nearly 20 million natives with 3 million people, I don't need to say more about the difficulty, right?"

Xia Yunyi spread the situation to the officials, and such news also gave the officials a headache.

However, for Qi, the large population is certainly a headache, but the huge population also represents an untapped market.

"The Franji people left behind nearly 10 million people, as well as nearly 20 million acres of rough land and thousands of miles of roads."

"Compared with the natives in the north, the natives in the south have learned to farm, and they also have their own construction and handicraft skills."

"But even so, a lot of their consciousness is very thin, and they have more than two dozen languages, which is where we can make a difference."

Xia Yunyi encouraged everyone, and then spoke about what they should do:

"Your Royal Highness has already explained that for the natives in the country, what the imperial court has to do is to unify the script and language and completely assimilate them."

"It is necessary to open an official school, and at least three million school-age children of these 10 million people need to attend an official school to spread the culture that belongs to my Han family."

"In addition, they had to be linked to us, which required certain changes to the teaching materials."

"Secondly, there must be an official school, but the officials of the Siyi Pavilion also need to expand their recruitment, otherwise they will not be able to translate so many languages and teach them in their language to learn our culture."

"Education, this is my Qi country's hundred-year plan."

"At the moment, 3 million children need at least 100,000 translators and 200,000 teachers."

"There are so many people, almost one-tenth of the citizens of our country, and the literacy rate of our citizens is only 23%, and 77% of the citizens cannot write hundreds of words."

"It may be difficult to develop education in such a situation."

"At present, only by relying on the national dynasty to achieve education can we solve this matter in the shortest possible time."

"That's it......" Xia Yunyi said while sorting out his thoughts.

This combing, he also found a relatively simple way:

"I will go to His Highness Shu and ask the tribes of the country to come here, and what we have to do is to train 100,000 translators who understand the languages of various native tribes!"

"This ......" Hearing Xia Yunyi's words, the officials hesitated, and the director of the Siyi Pavilion even said:

"Xia Changshi, although the Siyi Pavilion has been developed for many years, there are only more than 6,000 officials who understand the local language."

"It takes at least three years to become proficient in a native language, and these 6,000 people are currently serving in local positions, so it is impossible to recall all of them."

"According to a rough estimate from the lower officials, the number of officials who can be recalled does not exceed 1,000 at most."

"If you want to use 1,000 people to train 100,000 people, it's too difficult."

The words of the director of the Siyi Pavilion won the approval of many officials, but Xia Yunyi also said:

"It's natural, but it's not impossible."

"Don't forget, there are already 170,000 native students in the official school, although they are all northern natives, but at least they have the same language as some of the central tribes."

"How many people are in this part, I need to wait and count them, as long as the number is sufficient, the number of officials in the Siyi Pavilion can be reduced as appropriate."

"All we need to do now is to take over the cities and mines in the central and southern parts of the country first, and hire natives to open the mines."

"The immigrants moved to the city, and then sent the officials of the Siyi Pavilion to pacify the surrounding tribes, so it would not cost too much manpower and material resources."

"These are just my temporary arrangements, and the specific arrangements still need to be approved by His Highness."

"In addition to these problems, the most important thing to pay attention to now is the issue of fields."

"The more than 20 million acres of rough land belong to the Europeans, and although we have taken it back, it is impossible for us to hand it over to the people for cultivation."

"I mean, give one acre of land to each of the natives living near the city, and then give the rest to the new immigrants."

"In June, there will be sixty steamers one after another, with 50,000 immigrants on them, and they can be moved to live in the middle capital, and at the same time, it is better for the Changshi Mansion to move there, so that it will be more convenient to govern the south where there are more natives."

After Xia Yunyi's words were finished, Zhao Xian, the director of the Qi State Migration Division, also stood up and said:

"Xia Guan agrees with what Xia Changshi said, and also thinks that the immigration from July to the future should mainly be from the south."

"The south is densely populated, which is more difficult to govern than the north, and the more the Han family, the more convenient it is to govern."

"Seconded ......" Hearing the conversation between the two, other officials seconded the proposal, and Xia Yunyi nodded when he heard this:

"In that case, then I will give it to His Highness now, and I should be able to hand it over to His Highness in early July."

After Xia Yunyi's words were finished, the officials dispersed, and Xia Yunyi's recital was also sent half an hour later, and it was sent to Daming by a steamer full of silver.

It's just that compared with the smooth transition between Qi and Spain, the Ming side does not have such a good situation.

"Put!"

"Bumper Bumper—"

"Boom!"

On 24 May, after 15 days of indiscriminate bombardment, no matter how strong the city was, it still began to collapse under the bombardment of the Ming artillery.

"Close the hole!"

The governor of Western Siberia, Golovin, shouted in shock and fear, at this moment he no longer had the calmness before the war, but was lying behind a ruin.

In his vicinity, less than 1,000 soldiers of the 1,500 Shooting Legion remained, and more than half of the other remaining troops and expeditions had been lost.

The morale of the defenders of Ob City had hit rock bottom, but they had no choice but to do so, because they had no way out.

"The Ming army is attacking!"

Just as Golovin was frightened and frightened, the shouts from the gap in front of him made his soul tremble.

He struggled to his way up from the ruins, picked up his clairvoyant mirror and looked out of the ruins of the city walls.

It was a touch of red, a touch of red that swept the horizon.

They appeared like a tidal wave, surging like a tsunami.

"Fill the gap!"

"Fill the gap!"

A large number of officers repeated these four words aloud, and Golovin did the same.

It's just that compared to their speed, the speed of the Ming army is faster.

The Ming army, which was charging on horseback, soon reached a position of 200 paces, and they raised their guns one after another, and pulled the trigger without looking.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dull sound of gunfire and the whistling bullets hit the gaps intensively.

There was no way to protect the armor from the guns of the legionnaires.

The blood mist is blooming, and it makes people's scalps tingle.

Everyone quickened their movements, during which someone was shot and fell headlong outside the city wall.

"Uhhhh

The bullet didn't hit their vital point, but it quickly drained their stamina.

After a brief wail, the pain was intense, and they fell into a semi-comatose state.

It's just that even so, they still have people who are awake.

The sober man wailed and slapped his hand against the walled walls.

Looking at the man, Golovin thought that he had either been broken in the pelvis or had been shot in the spine and had not been wounded in the chest, otherwise he would not have had so much strength to scream.

If there is an injury in other parts, people will see him moving, but ......

Before Golovin's idea could be realized, the voice of the man outside the wall grew hoarse.

The hoarse vocal cords made the voice sound so miserable, as if it came from all directions.

This situation brought Golovin and the remaining defenders to a crumble.

"Put!"

"Bumper Bumper—"

The artillery of the Ming army rang out again, which completely broke the psychological defense line of the Tsarist defenders.

Some grabbed their arquebuses and drugged them, and despite the dissuasion of their companions, they got up and prepared to shoot.

However, when they stood up, they were greeted only by the flying warheads.

They were shot and fell, so that the companions next to them could not bear to look at it, or they did not have time to look again.

The gap that had just been repaired was blasted open again, which meant that they would brave the shooting of the Ming army to repair the gap again.

What's worse is that they have run out of food......

As a result, the defenders of the shooting corps and expeditions no longer patched the gaps and were ready for street fighting.

At least after the Ming army died in the city, they could have rations for a meal.

Thinking of this, all of them waited with green eyes waiting for the Ming army to throw themselves into the net.

They stared at the breach in the wall, listening to the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer.

However, before they could react, two black sticks were thrown in.

"What is this?"

Looking at the strange wooden stick that fell beside him, Golovin hadn't reacted yet, but when he heard the "boom", his whole body was stunned.

"Boom—"

Dense explosions sounded in the city, and in the next second, thousands of Ming troops armed with rifles rushed into the gaps.

Dense gunfire rang out, during which there were shouting, arquebuses in counterattack......

These various voices made Cao Wenzhao's throat hang.

He led 2,000 Ming troops to stand on the green grassland outside the city of Ob, quietly waiting for the good news of the soldiers and horses entering the city.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a figure stood at the head of Ob City with a flaming red banner.

He kicked off the Russian flag at the head of the city of Ob, and planted the flaming red flag in his hand in its original position.

"Uh-huh—"

In an instant, thousands of people cheered, and they all knew that they had won the war.

With Cao Wenzhao leading his troops into Ob City, the news of the Ming army's capture of Ob City began to spread.

At the same time, the armies of the Northern Route also recovered other Western Siberian cities, and the Ming territory successfully reached the Lingbei Mountains (Ural Mountains).

It's just that, compared to the rapid progress of the northern route, the middle route army and the southern route army are stuck in a cat-and-mouse game.

On 22 May, Li Zicheng broke through the city of Kumi, crossed the Pamir Plateau, and arrived at the city of Gudu in Central Asia.

The 1,000 Mughal troops stationed here were caught off guard and were defeated, and Li Zicheng marched towards the city of Bali, and the Mughal army retreated.

On the same day, the Central Route Army engaged the Khiva Khanate, and the Khiva Khanate sent the main force of 30,000 cavalry to charge, which was completely annihilated by the 3,000 cavalry under Li Dingguo's command under the city of Bukhara.

The news of this day was transmitted back to the Central Plains a month and a half later, and was delivered to Zhu Youxiao and the others.

"Woo-"

On the ninth day of the seventh month, when the train left the station with the sound of the whistle, Zhu Youjiao and Zhu Youzhen walked out of Chengdu North Railway Station, each holding a note sent from the river and Qi Guo in their hands.

Chengdu, as an ancient city of more than 2,000 years, the people here don't know how many times it has been changed, not to mention the great drought in Sichuan, Sichuan immigrants, and Shaanxi immigrants to the Chengdu Plain.

However, since then, Chengdu has not suffered any major disasters, so the victims of the Shaanxi disaster who migrated back then have already lived and worked in Chengdu and become authentic Chengdu people.

They have been breeding in Chengdu for two generations, and as the drought passes, Chengdu's population has slowly begun to recover.

"Chengdu has 920,000 people at the moment, and the two counties of Huayang and Chengdu, the provincial capitals, have a population of 260,000, and they have returned to the situation before the drought."

Walking on the way out of the train station, Li Banghua, the political envoy of Sichuan, explained to the two brothers, until they walked out of the station and stepped into the carriage, and the two brothers closed their hands.

Zhu Youxiao did not talk about the things in the river, but asked questions about Sichuan:

"I remember that when the prince traveled to Sichuan, there were 4.2 million people in Sichuan and 28 million mu of cultivated land.

"Long live Hui...... Li Banghua replied with a salute in return:

"At present, there are more than 5,163,400 people in Sichuan, and more than 2,960,000 mu of cultivated land."

"The grain that Sichuan can produce to Huangdian every year is about 36 million stones."

Sichuan has been the land of abundance since Li Bing ruled Shu, and it was still the case in the Ming Dynasty.

Under the condition of ensuring the food rations of the people of Sichuan, Sichuan can still supply so much food to the outside world, which has reduced Zhu Youxiao's worries along the way.

"Sichuan's cultivated land has not yet been fully developed, and if tractors can be used in the future, Sichuan Province alone will be able to reclaim no less than 80 million mu of cultivated land and feed more than 30 million people."

Zhu Youzhen said to Zhu Youxiao, this is the way the two brothers have communicated all the way.

In fact, this is what Zhu Youzhen is telling Zhu Youxiao about the development limits and routes of various provinces.

As one of the seven granaries of the Ming Dynasty, Sichuan's responsibility is to ensure the grain supply in the northwest, which must not be wrong.

It can develop industry, but it cannot waste agriculture.

Zhu Youzhen did not develop it because the current situation is more important for the development of the four provinces of Luchuan, Jiaozhi, Jiugang, Nanzhou, and Northeast China.

Only when these places rise up can the people of the Central Plains live a nourishing life, and the burden on the two capitals and thirteen provinces of the Central Plains will be reduced.

"It seems that there will be a period of time to fight in the river, but my brother's Qi country now has so many local people, if it is not well governed, I am afraid that there will be civil strife."

Zhu Youxiao talked about the affairs of Qi State, and Zhu Youzhen also had his own arrangements for this.

"The affairs of Qi are relatively easy, as long as you insist on immigration, plus relocate part of the arsenal production line, it is enough."

"Now that the Europeans have fully withdrawn from Qi State, then Qi State can rest assured that it will be able to produce."

"These nearly 20 million natives are a huge source of tax revenue for the Qi State or the Ming Dynasty."

"After absorbing them, Qi will be able to become a country with a population of 20 million and 30 million acres of arable land."

"It is estimated that in ten years, it will reach 30 million people and 100 million acres of arable land, and it will basically be self-sufficient."

Zhu Youzhen said the national strength of Qi without scruples, which made Li Banghua frown.

He secretly looked at the emperor, only to find that the emperor was just listening, and there was no dissatisfaction.

Such a performance made Li Banghua worried, but for Zhu Youxiao, he cared more about the present than the future.

Even if the Qi State is strong, in the hands of their uncles and nephews, the Qi State and the Ming Dynasty are still brothers.

"Jingle Bell ......"

Suddenly, the bell rang in the carriage, which also meant that they were about to arrive in Chengdu.

"It's finally here, I hope that this time you and my brother can take a good look at Yizhou Chengdu."

While Zhu Youxiao was talking, he also stretched out his hand when the carriage stopped, as if he was ready to pull Zhu Youjian to get up and take a good look at Chengdu City after the drought.

Looking at the hand that came out, Zhu Youzhen did not hesitate, and was pulled up by Zhu Youxiao when he stretched out his hand, and the two brothers got off the carriage......