The second year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse, January 17th.

Liaodong Hexi, Guangning City.

The heavy snow that obscured the sky and the sun finally stopped last night, and this morning, the sun that had not been seen for more than a month reappeared, the snow melted, and the water flowed down in a string along the blue tiles, looking out through the window lattice, like a water curtain waterfall, under the sunlight, it was very beautiful.

Inside the room, Wang Qi, who was dressed in light armor, lowered his head and clenched his fists, and when he looked up again, his eyes showed a little solemnity.

Three days ago, Wang Qi of the 21st century crossed over due to a car accident and possessed a young man with the same name and surname.

Wang Qi, nineteen years old, a native of Zhucheng, Shandong, is the governor of Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty, the nephew of Wang Huazhen, the right capital of the imperial history, and leads the military position of 100 households in Guangning.

His parents died early, and he was brave and ruthless, except for his uncle Wang Huazhen, there were no other relatives, in order to facilitate discipline, he followed Wang Huazhen all the year round, nominally as his own soldiers, and served left and right, but Wang Huazhen was busy with his duties, but caused his more and more arrogant character, the serious illness was because he went out hunting, was shot and wounded by the Jianzhou scouts who roamed outside the city of Guangning, and finally escaped back to the city, and was reborn by Wang Qi of later generations when he was dying.

In the few days that he has been lying in bed, Wang Qi has fully accepted the reality he is now crossing, but he is becoming more and more worried about the situation he is in.

Although Wang Qi didn't like history in his previous life, he still remembers the heartbroken words of the history teacher who wore thick-bottomed glasses in high school:

Ming died in Chongzhen, and he died in Wanli.

From this, it can be seen that the Apocalypse Dynasty sandwiched between Wanli and Chongzhen can be a good year?

The Donglin Party, the Eunuch Party, and the Peasant Army within the Ming Dynasty were not mentioned for the time being, and the famine for many years was not listed.

Jianzhou Nurhachi alone is enough to give people a headache, the old slaves who have been gathered for more than 30 years have already been full-fledged, and the great victory of Salhu has caused him to have a trace of non-thinking about his original suzerain, Daming!

Nowadays, Liaoyang and Shenyang, the important towns of Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty, have been lost...... Will Quang Ninh in Hexi be far away?

Wang Qi doesn't remember any giant in the late Ming Dynasty who turned the tide in Liaodong, what can this cheap uncle Wang Huazhen do?

Wang Qi's head hurt a little: Where is Yuan Dudu, the patron saint of the Ming Dynasty? Where is Sun Chuanting, the last giant in the late Ming Dynasty?

"Brother Qi," At this moment, a deep and deep voice came from outside the house: "The master asked you to get up and go to the back study to see him." ”

Qin Erbao, seventeen years old this year, a slave in the royal house, accompanies Wang Qi all the year round, is loyal and cautious, and has amazing strength.

Not long after, accompanied by Qin Erbao, Wang Qi appeared outside Wang Huazhen's study in light armor.

Although Wang Huazhen is a cheap uncle, his reputation in history is not good, first he relied on the Donglin Party to seek a high position, and he was very happy to fight with Xiong Tingbi in Liaodong and Liaodong, and then in order to survive, he befriended Wei Zhongxian, the boss of the ceremonial supervisor, and became notorious behind him, but he was really good to his nephew.

Wang Qi stood honestly at the door of the study: "Wang Qi visits his uncle." ”

"Come in," a cold voice came from inside the room.

With a creak, Wang Qi pushed the door in.

Wang Huazhen's study is particularly elegant and quiet, quite in the style of Confucianism.

The governor of Liaodong, who was bowing his head and writing a letter, did not look up, and said while flying his pen: "How is your body?" ”

"Returning to her uncle's words, Qi'er felt that she had recovered, and Uncle Lao was worried," After speaking, Wang Qi arched his hands and bowed lightly to Wang Huazhen.

"Huh?" The pen in his hand paused, Wang Huazhen raised her head with some doubts, and looked at her nephew with a pair of deep eyes, as if she was a little strange.

"I still have some conscience, and I don't have to work hard as an uncle," Wang Huazhen put the brush in her hand aside, leaning back against the Huanghuali circle chair.

"Lying on the sickbed in the past few days, Qi'er feels that she has failed her parents, and now you are a relative, how can you let your uncle bother, all kinds of absurd behaviors in the past, and hope that your uncle will take care of it," although Wang Qi's words were adulterated, but his feelings were indeed real, thinking that he would never see his parents and relatives in his previous life, the corners of his eyes suddenly turned a little red.

Seeing Wang Qi's grief-stricken look, Wang Huazhen seemed to think of her sister who died early, and sighed helplessly: "Birth, old age, sickness and death, the world is impermanent. ”

Mother's uncle, Wang Huazhen raised her spirit, picked up a letter that had just been written, and handed it to Wang Qi: "At present, the situation in Liaodong is complicated, and Hexi is also in danger, the old man has the responsibility to guard the land, but you are innocent, take the letter to the capital to find Lord Shoufu, for the sake of the past, he will help you find an errand......

Wang Huazhen has no son, he has been raised by his side since he was a child, and he already regards Wang Qi as his son.

Wang Qi looked at the bright yellow envelope, but did not reach out to take it.

"Uncle, aren't you sticking to Quang Ninh?" Wang Qi was a little surprised, in his memory, Wang Huazhen and Xiong Tingbi could stack each other's remarks in order to stick to Guangning City.

Of course, the struggle between the two was mixed with the party struggles between the Donglin Party, the Qi Party, and the Chu Party, and there was also the promotion of the celebrant supervisor, and the complex interests of the two were not pressed for the time being.

"Court affairs, how can you understand a childish child?" Wang Huazhen sighed as if she couldn't help herself.

This is the second time since entering the house that the governor of Liaodong has sighed.

"The old man will naturally stick here, you are ready to prepare, let Erbao accompany you back to Beijing tomorrow," Wang Huazhen seemed to be unwilling to say anything, put the letter on the table, waved his hand, and was about to send Wang Qi down.

Looking at this cheap uncle, his figure and the image recorded in the history books have shifted slightly, feeling Wang Huazhen's love and worry for him, Wang Qi was silent for a long time and spoke again: "Xiong Jingluo, who is stationed in Youtun, has tens of thousands of elite soldiers, and if it is mutual aid with Guangning, then Jianzhou may be afraid of one or two ......."

"When did you become a soldier?" Hearing Xiong Tingbi's name, Wang Huazhen's face suddenly sank, and she immediately interrupted Wang Qi's words.

At this moment, a guard outside the house reported: "My lord, General Sun has arrived, and he is waiting for your lord in the front hall." ”

"Okay, you go and prepare, and leave early tomorrow morning," Wang Huazhen got up and walked to the front hall, no longer talking to Wang Qi.

Looking at Wang Huazhen's hurried figure, Wang Qi suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. If Guangning fell, the Ming Dynasty's power in Liaodong would collapse completely...... Wang Huazhen will die.

Whether it is the feelings of this body or his actual thoughts, Wang Qi is unwilling to lose the only relative in this world.

"Little brother, which General Sun came to pay a visit?" Wang Qi stepped forward to stop the soldier who reported the news and asked.

"If you go back to the hundred households, it is the guerrilla of the Chinese army in Guangning City, General Sun Degong," the guard recognized Wang Qi and bowed politely and replied.

"Got it, thank you," Wang Qi nodded with a smile, indicating that it was okay.

"The little one retreats," the guards bowed and retreated.

The moment the figure of the guard disappeared, Wang Qi's originally smiling face instantly became gloomy.

Sun Degong!

Wang Qi licked his lips, if he is not mistaken, the battle of Guangning City, it was because Sun Degong rebelled and colluded with Jianzhou that the defenders were crushed at the touch of a button, and all the fortresses around Guangning were destroyed, and at the same time, it was it who spread rumors, which caused chaos in the city, and the Ming army collapsed without a fight.

and then led to Wang Huazhen, Xiong Tingbi was guilty and returned to Beijing, and the end was that Xiong Tingbi was rumored to be the head of the nine sides, and although Wang Huazhen took refuge in Wei Zhongxian after that, he was also executed in the fifth year of Chongzhen.

Looking up at the sky that began to be hazy again, Wang Qi's lips moved slightly: The first thing to cross, chop two or five boys first!

I will punish this fang!