The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 253 Local Group Training
Mid June.

A red sun is about to sink into the seabed, and the golden afterglow covers the Taizi River, making it sparkle. The majestic Liaoyang City stands by the river, and red flags flutter in the wind.

"Master, the Blue Dragon Camp and the White Tiger Camp have sent a letter via carrier pigeons, saying that the policy of distributing land to households is being carried out in an orderly manner. The people are preparing food and drink to welcome the royal army."

On the city wall where the cool breeze was blowing, Dongmei, dressed in black and with a single ponytail, reported everything in detail, her eyes full of excitement.

After the Battle of Liangjie Pass, the troops of Qingdi City rushed eight thousand miles and swept across the world without any rivals. Thousands of large cities fell into the hands of Shen Yuanliang one after another, and he ruled nearly 300 million people.

Pull one group, beat one group, and kill one group, this is Shen Yuanliang's strategy.

Shen Yuanliang attracted the vast number of landless and landless poor people as well as some gentry with good family traditions, and eradicated bandits, bullies, underworld forces, and evil gentry. The fertile land in his hands was his bargaining chip.

Without the support and support of the people, the aristocratic families that span states and counties are like toothless tigers, paper tigers that will burst with a single poke.

"Well, well done!"

"Don't wrongly accuse a good person, and don't let any bad person go. Display their crimes one by one at the public trial."

Turning the jade ring in his hand, Shen Yuanliang narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly.

As the lord of Qingdi City and the beneficiary of order, even if Shen Yuanliang wanted to purge the aristocratic families, he could not be as unscrupulous and arrogant as bandits.

The public trial was the killer move and vicious plot that Shen Yuanliang prepared for them. He would strip off the gorgeous coats of the aristocratic families, enforce justice on behalf of heaven, and judge them in the name of justice.

No wonder some people say that people who play politics have eight hundred minds and dirty hearts. Shen Yuanliang has some moral bottom line, but not much.

"Da da!"

In the quiet evening, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded in my ears, and the thin monkey, the head of the Tianjian Division, hurriedly came to Shen Yuanliang and said, "My lord, the enemy's reinforcements are coming."

"The Fourth Prince is leading 400,000 Eight Banners soldiers down the river in a mighty procession. They are expected to arrive at Liaoyang City tomorrow morning."

With the support of Shen Yuanliang, the Tianjian Division had sufficient elixirs and secret techniques, and used gold and silver to pave the way. It had nearly one million peripheral personnel distributed throughout Kyushu, especially in the Qing Dynasty.

The size, commander, route and other information of the reinforcements were all revealed and had long been discovered by the Heavenly Monitoring Department.

"Four hundred thousand Eight Banners soldiers? The Qing Dynasty is not that powerful either."

Hearing this, Qiu Ju curled her lips and looked disdainful.

The territory of the Qing Dynasty was dozens of times larger than that of Qingdi City. In addition to its two or three hundred years of accumulation, the Eight Banners soldiers trained with the whole country's strength were no match for Qingdi City.

In the Battle of Liangjie Pass, Dorgon commanded 800,000 soldiers, including 400,000 of the country's eight banners, but they were still defeated by Shen Yuanliang in one day.

"Don't be careless."

Waving his hand, Shen Yuanliang looked towards the northern land. A dark, ominous aura of war rose up, like an endless black cloud sweeping over.

On paper, the Qing Dynasty was ruled by the royal family, but in fact the real masters were the gentry and wealthy families all over the country, who had thousands of slaves, tens of thousands of guards, and vast fertile land of hundreds of thousands of acres.

Especially when the world changed suddenly, various forces fought against each other, and the power of the gentry and powerful expanded further, almost becoming a country within a country, except for the name.

In recent times, the imperial guards have mostly suppressed the private soldiers of the gentry and wealthy families, ranging from a few thousand to tens of thousands.

……

The yellow dragon flag fluttered, the ships sailing downstream blocked out the sky, and the white sails filled the sky, unstoppable.

On the river, white waves were rolling. On the wide deck, the Fourth Prince, holding Buddhist beads, frowned, his face as gloomy as water, just like the Qing Dynasty at that moment.

"Sir, the wind is blowing."

Li Wei, who was waiting on the side, was extremely flattering and put a black cloak on the Fourth Prince.

Tightening his cloak, the Fourth Prince sighed deeply, twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand, paced back and forth, looking up at the sky from time to time, feeling very heavy-hearted.

"Every big event requires calmness."

"Fourth Master, the sky has not fallen yet. Come, have a cup of tea."

Picking up the teapot and pouring a cup of boiling hot tea, the great demon Wu Sidao stroked his graying beard and spoke slowly.

As an aide to the fourth prince Yinzhen, the future Emperor Yongzheng, Wu Sidao followed the example of Yao Guangxiao in the early Ming Dynasty and placed his hopes on the fourth prince, preparing to use this to prove his talent.

God favored him. In the endless river of civilization, Wu Sidao succeeded. The fourth prince Yinzhen had the last laugh in the battle for the throne among the nine princes. However, the world changed suddenly, and the Qing Dynasty was in danger.

If the skin does not exist, how can the hair be attached?
The surging Qingdi City caught everyone off guard, and all their plans became irrelevant in an instant.

"Why do you teach me, sir?"

After bowing, the Fourth Prince Yinzhen asked very seriously.

In the past, with the assistance of Wu Sidao, one fatal crisis after another was turned into opportunities through various means. At this moment, the Fourth Prince placed his last hope on him.

“Decentralize!”

Taking a sip of tea, Wu Sidao said calmly.

"Decentralize? Decentralize to whom?"

The fourth prince Yinzhen, who was sitting cross-legged, asked anxiously.

"The Green Emperor Shen Yuanliang eradicated the gentry and tyrants, and robbed them of their hundreds of years of foundation. They wished they could eat their flesh, sleep on their skin, and drink their blood."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We can win over the Han landlords, give them the title of militia commander, and sit back and watch the fight between the two tigers."

After dipping his hand in the tea, Wu Sidao wrote down the three characters "Tuanlianshi". His deep eyes revealed a vicious look that made people shudder.

As expected of a demon, his first move was a killing move, making it impossible for people to move.

"Military commander?"

Tapping the table with his fingers, the Fourth Prince Yinzhen felt very complicated. He felt a little unwilling, but at the same time, he felt relieved and quietly relaxed.

With the sticky rod in his hand, how could Yinzhen not know the strength of the Han people?

If the Aisin-Gioro family had not firmly controlled the Eight Banners of the Manchus, who knows how many people would have claimed to be kings and emperors in this world?

If the Han local tyrants were allowed to recruit soldiers on their own in the name of militia, they would inevitably become too powerful to be controlled, just like the separatist regimes in the late Tang Dynasty. However, the situation was critical at this moment. Otherwise, the Qing Dynasty would be over.

He can still tell which one is light and which is serious.

"Fourth Master, it's just a title. Even without this title, they have the strength."

"While the snipe and the clam quarrel, the fisherman benefits. We can take this opportunity to solve both internal and external troubles in one fell swoop, achieving the best of both worlds. Then the Qing Dynasty will regain its vitality."

Waving the folding fan in his hand, Wu Sidao laughed.

Thousands of worlds merge with each other, and countless heroes illuminate the world like stars in the night sky. Wu Sidao, a great wizard, does not want to fall behind, and this plan may be his swan song.

(End of this chapter)