All Heavens and Worlds Modified History System

Chapter 50: Fuck destiny!

'Huang Taiji decided to mobilize all his forces and launch a strategic offensive before the autumn harvest. He set the target of the strategic attack as Lushun.'

'Note: You can modify two of the words.'

Waking up on the soft bed, Chen Ran pushed away the sleeping Liu Rushi, and the moment he opened his eyes he saw the subtitles floating past him.

"You think the same as I do." He took away the arms around himself, stood up, washed and dressed, and went straight into the study without eating.

There is a map of Liao in his study.

"He is indeed a good fighter. He knows how to seize the strategic offensive power." Chen Ran's finger moved from Shenyang City on the map to Lushun. "This is my idea of ​​eating while fighting."

They sent out troops before the autumn harvest, and ate the grain that was about to be harvested in the three states of Jin under the jurisdiction of Dongjiang Town. When they reached Lushun, the autumn harvest on the Jiannu side also ended.

"What a good plan. They are sure that Liaozhen will not take the initiative to attack at this time because they are keeping the enemy at bay. Compared with Huang Taiji, the emperor of Ming Dynasty is like a kindergarten graduate. He has no ability to run a business, but he is first-rate in making trouble."

Chen Ran quickly sorted out the internal affairs and understood Huang Taiji's train of thought.

If Emperor Chongzhen had this not-so-outstanding ability, he would not have defeated the Ming Dynasty a dozen years later.

If there was no help from Guadi, Chen Ran would have to follow the routine.

Harvest the grain in advance, and burn the ones that are not harvested in time. Then they fortify their defenses and retreat to Fort Lushun with the supplies and population.

Lengthen the logistical supply line of the Jiannu and rely on the solid Fort Lushun to deal a heavy blow to Huang Taiji.

This is the standard response.

But he had his father's help, so he just raised his hand and changed "designated as Lushun" to "designated as Liaozhen", and the problem was easily solved.

"It's good to have a cheat. I really don't want to work hard anymore."

Time flies, and it is almost autumn harvest.

This year, the Ming Dynasty was still struggling in dire straits.

Natural disasters continue to occur in various places, and man-made disasters are even more shocking.

The imperial court increased the land tax again, with the standard increasing by three cents per mu.

It may seem not high, but in fact the arrangement by the court is one thing, and how to search below is another.

The three cents set by the imperial court may be reduced to three cents by the tax collectors!

More and more people lost everything because they could not afford the terrible taxes.

When they couldn't even sell their children, they were left with only one way to go.

There were constant wars in various places, especially in Shaanxi where it was a mess.

The only good news is that the Jiannu might have been hurt last year and have not made any major moves this year.

Many people are enduring hardship, thinking that if they can get through it, things will be better next year, at least there will be good weather and good harvests, and they will have enough food to eat.

No one knows that the real disaster has not yet begun.

During the autumn harvest season, the Liao land, which is unusually calm this year, has seen the signs of autumn harvest among the yellow fields.

"Didn't you eat?" Inside the general's mansion at Dalinghhe Fort, Zu Dashou was lying on a chair with his eyes squinted, drinking tea and listening to opera comfortably.

A theatre troupe from Jiangnan is performing for him.

"General." A trusted servant came to report, "The scouts on the Liao River did not return with their message today."

"Hmm?" Zu Dashou, who had been looking lazy before, sat up straight and asked, "Have you sent anyone to check?"

"We have sent someone to investigate, but they haven't reported back yet."

After years of fighting with the Later Jin, Zu Dashou had already become sufficiently vigilant.

He simply stood up and paced back and forth in the garden with his hands behind his back.

The opera was still being sung on the stage, which made him impatient: "Shut up! Get out of here!"

The singing suddenly stopped and the people in the troupe stood there at a loss as to what to do.

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!" Zu Dashou took a deep breath. "Everyone outside the city should come in and deliver a letter to Lord Sun!"

"General." The confidant was a little puzzled. "Maybe it was just the scouts who were delayed."

"Bullshit!" Zu Dashou was a little exasperated. "Something must have happened!"

What could possibly happen to the scouts stationed on the Liao River? Of course it would be the Jiannu!

Sure enough, at dusk the next day, several scouts came in a panic from the front cavalry.

They brought shocking news.

The main force of the Jiannu army marched south!

On July 27, Huang Taiji personally led the Eight Banners and the main forces of the Mongolian tribes out of Shenyang and headed south.

The next day they crossed the Liao River and headed straight for Dalinghhe Fort.

This time, the Jiannu army marched south to attack Liaozhen with all its main forces.

Not only were the men from the Eight Banners mobilized, but all the Mongolian tribes that could be persuaded were also brought in. After all, the Mongolians did not need to be distracted by the autumn harvest.

Including the bondservants who provided logistical transportation along the way and worked on the front lines, the number of manpower mobilized this time exceeded a terrifying 100,000.

In this era of backward productivity, being able to mobilize 100,000 people to fight is undoubtedly a skill.

The huge army completely surrounded Dalinghe Fort. "You really think highly of me." Zu Dashou, standing on the top of the city wall, looked at the endless military camp outside the city and smiled bitterly. "Nothing to say, just wait for reinforcements."

The Ming army, which has always advocated decisive battles with main forces, will naturally send reinforcements.

However, Huang Taiji had already made arrangements for this. His plan was to surround the enemy and attack the reinforcements!
Southern Liaoning, Jinzhou.

Chen Ran was squatting on the ridge of a field by the roadside, holding a large bowl in his hand, eating and chatting with an old farmer beside him.

"It is so rare to have such good weather this year." The old farmer's face was deeply wrinkled and tanned, but the smile on his face came from the heart.

Chen Ran, who was eating a lot of rice, asked vaguely, "What do you mean?"

"There is no severe drought or flood this year, and even the locust plague is not serious." The old farmer sighed, "I haven't had such a smooth life in many years."

"That's because I used the power of rules! Otherwise, there would be a severe drought in Liao this year, a drought that would almost wipe out the crops."

Chen Ran smiled, but did not boast about it. "This is a good thing."

It is indeed a good thing. What farmers want is good weather and good harvests.

"anything else?"

"The Tartars didn't come this year." Speaking of the Tartars, the old farmer's face showed a mixture of hatred and fear. "My whole family died at the hands of the Tartars. In Liaodi, whoever dares to farm will surely be killed and looted by the Tartars during the autumn harvest."

You can farm in Liao land, but you must become a bondservant of the Tatars and farm for them.

If you want to farm and support yourself, I will kill you and your whole family during the autumn harvest!
When the Tartars massacred the Liao people, only one in ten survived among the millions of Liao people. Many people hid in the mountains and forests, trying to farm for a living, and they all encountered similar things.

"The Tartars won't come." After finishing the rice in the bowl, Chen Ran raised his hand to wipe his mouth. "They will never have the chance to set foot on this land again, I said!"

"The Marshal will definitely do it." The old farmer was so grateful that he shed tears. "I can finally live a good life. It is the Marshal who gave us the chance to survive."

After taking a few sips from the canteen handed over by the personal soldier, Chen Ran let out a long sigh and said, "If you have any concerns about this autumn harvest, just tell me."

"General." The old farmer hesitated for a moment, but made up his mind. "It's okay here in our village. We agreed on 40% rent. But when people in the village were chatting, someone said that they have relatives in Pi Island, and 80% of their autumn crops were taken away."

"Hey." Chen Ran squeezed the kettle. "Eighty percent."

Chen Ran’s roots were in Lushun, in the area of ​​southern Liaoning where Jin covered three states.

The islands such as Pi Island, which originally belonged to Dongjiang Town, and the more distant places such as Kuandian were only under his jurisdiction in name, but were actually still in the hands of Mao Wenlong's adopted sons.

Chen Ran's arrangement for these people was to stabilize them first, and prevent them from rebelling or surrendering to the Jin Dynasty at every turn as happened in history.

When I have time, I will naturally take care of them.

"I know about this." Chen Ran didn't say much, patted the old farmer on the shoulder and stood up. "Since you are not happy over there, you can come to southern Liaoning. There is so much land here, you can divide the land when you come."

"General." On the way back to Port Arthur from the village, a soldier came to report, "The iron mine reported that some Tartar captives were trying to cause trouble."

Before, Chen Ran captured many Zhen Tartars and bondservants as prisoners. Instead of handing them over in exchange for silver, he arranged for them to do dangerous work.

Without a doubt, iron ore mining is one of them.

"Since they want to die, then let them do it." Chen Ran waved his hand. "All the Tartars in the mining area have been dealt with."

When they returned to Lushun Fort on horseback, they learned that an angel had come.

Ever since he defeated Manggurtai, Chen Ran has been quietly practicing internal skills to improve his strength and has not made any major moves.

Whenever there is any problem in the court, there are always bootlickers to help deal with it, and there are very few angels coming.

Now that he has really come, it must be something important.

Thinking about the Dalingh River battle that is currently breaking out, it is already obvious what the angels are doing here.

"The Emperor, in compliance with the Will of Heaven, hereby proclaims: I hereby order the Dongjiang Town to rescue the Dalinghe Fort."

"It is indeed so." After receiving the imperial edict, the eunuch brought by Cao Deming to convey the edict went to rest, but Chen Ran had already figured out Huang Taiji's plan.

"I said you took all the fighters to Dalinghe Fort, and you treated me as if I were dead and didn't take any precautions. You weren't afraid of my surprise attack on Shenyang City. It turns out you were waiting for me here."

Huang Taiji’s plan is actually not difficult to guess.

At the beginning, the natural thing was to use the autumn harvest to delay Chen Ran.

During the autumn harvest, the Battle of Dalingh Fort had already begun. Huang Taiji, who was well aware of the reaction of the Ming court, calculated that if he took the initiative to fight, the Ming Dynasty would definitely fight back.

A decisive battle of this scale and level is not far away, just across the sea. At the same time, Chen Ran's troops, who have unrivaled combat power in the world, will definitely be arranged to come over for support.

In this way, Chen Ran’s threat to Shenyang City would naturally be lifted.

"Compared to the shrewd Huang Taiji, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is like a panicked child." Chen Ran was dissatisfied with Emperor Chongzhen's reaction. "At this time, Dongjiang Town should have headed directly north to Shenyang City to attack Wei and save Zhao. Why are they so scared that they want to throw all the elite troops in the country into the battlefield arranged by Huang Taiji!"

This was indeed the case in the Battle of Dalingh River in history. The obviously frightened Emperor Chongzhen and his ministers hysterically threw wave after wave of reinforcements into Huang Taiji's pocket.

After this battle, the last elite troops of the Ming army were wiped out.

"I'm not that stupid. I'm going to attack Shenyang right now."

Before Chen Ran finished speaking, two lines of subtitles floated past his eyes.

'The decisive battle at Daling River, the Ming army marched along the coastline, and a strong wind suddenly blew up and the sea was surging. The huge waves surged onto the coast and swept away more than 10,000 people. Everyone praised Huang Taiji, saying that he had the help of God! '

'Note: You can modify two of the words.'

"Destiny?" Chen Ran's eyes narrowed. "Fuck destiny!"

(End of this chapter)