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

Chapter 68: Performing on Stage
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The bright moonlight pours down on the vast earth, adding a touch of vitality to the quiet Yongning City.

"Wan'er, what's the situation in the city?"

Leaning against the parapet, Shen Yuanliang, who had not slept for two days and two nights, looked at the servants sleeping in their clothes on the city wall, yawned, and asked with a serious expression.

The Jinzhou Guards and Fuzhou Guards came out in full force. In order to prevent any accidents, Shen Yuanliang led the way and stayed on the city wall at all times.

"Brother Yuanliang, the situation in the city is fine."

"At first, some people were restless and wanted to cause chaos, but under the suppression of the stone, these spies and people with ulterior motives were all strangled to death."

"Under Aunt Chen's organization, the rest of the people were working on making arrows in the Lijia unit. They were busy from morning till night and had no time to think about other things. Everyone was doing their job well."

As she spoke, Li Wan'er, who was dressed in a white suit and a silver hairpin in her hair, opened the black earthenware jar in her hand and scooped a bowl of hot thick soup for Shen Yuanliang.

As the breeze blew by, a rich aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of Chinese medicinal herbs wafted to your nose, making you swallow involuntarily.

"Well done."

"There are all kinds of people in the world, and in such a critical moment, severe punishment should be used to deter others."

As he drank the broth in the bowl happily, a warm feeling went from his throat to his stomach. Shen Yuanliang burped and touched his bulging belly, feeling lazy and comfortable.

Extraordinary times call for extraordinary means. At the beginning, Shen Yuanliang was worried that he was unable to bring himself to do it with Shi Tou!
After several months of training, the honest Shitou seems to have grown a lot and is able to stand on his own, relieving a lot of pressure for Shen Yuanliang.

"My lord, the Blue Banner led by Amin is less than a hundred miles away from Yongning City and is expected to arrive at noon tomorrow."

At this moment, "skinny monkey" Chen Chongwen rushed over, holding in his hand a carrier pigeon letter he had just received, which contained the general movements of the Later Jin Jiannu.

"The protagonist is here."

Looking at the imperial army that was as motionless as the previous two days, Shen Yuanliang smiled and waited for the show to begin.

The stage has been set up, and the Jinzhou Guards and Fuzhou Guards have begun to perform on stage one after another, leaving only the clown of the Later Jin Jiannu.

……

The sun was rising, the red sun was emitting endless light and heat. In Yongning City, there were constant sounds of drills, and everyone was following the routine to prepare for the upcoming war.

The smoke from the cooking stove rises up, and the rich aroma of rice mixed with the aroma of meat makes people salivate.

"The imperial army isn't that good either! They're not even as well dressed as we are, their faces are sallow, and they're skinny. They're no different from us before."

"Now we have rice for every meal, we are well fed and warmly clothed. Such a good life cannot be taken away even by the king of heaven! No one can do that!"

"Yes, kill as many enemies as possible and get them out of Yongning City. We all have two shoulders to support one head, so who is afraid of whom? What's more, we have the protection of the city walls!"

The many servants who had been training all morning ate a hot breakfast. All the complaints and fears in their hearts were swallowed into their stomachs along with the rice, turning into endless motivation.

As Shen Yuanliang distributed land to his servants, built houses for them and let them live a good life, their interests were now one with Shen Yuanliang's.

One glory and one glory.

If the imperial army were allowed to attack Yongning City, the fertile land they had obtained would no longer be theirs. Thinking of this, all the servants became united in hatred and murderous intent.

The east wind suddenly blew, and the tempting aroma gradually spread from Yongning City to the imperial army camp three miles away. "The rebels' food is really good. There has been meat and fragrant rice for two or three consecutive days. It's really like a god's life. What kind of world is this?"

"They eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, but they let us eat this. How can this be justified?"

"It's good enough to have something to eat. Why are we so picky? If we didn't have to work so hard, we wouldn't even be able to eat these."

Eating stale grains with stones on them and a hodgepodge without any oil or water, more than 6,000 soldiers kept complaining, and a resentment kept accumulating in their hearts, which could turn into boundless anger at any time.

The morale in the army camp was already low due to the siege the day before yesterday, and coupled with the inedible food, all the soldiers just muddled through, and the only will to fight in their hearts melted like ice and snow.

Central Army Tent
"Come on, everyone, try our special delicacy, stir-fried pork with leeks."

"These shredded pork are all pig cheek meat. It takes ten pigs to make one plate, and these pigs are usually fed with ginseng and red dates ground into powder."

At the mahogany table, Ouyang Zerong picked up the ivory chopsticks in his hand, smiling, and introduced the special food in front of him to everyone.

How to relieve worries? Only delicious food.

After being beaten to a bloody pulp under the city of Yongning, Ouyang Zerong, the garrison commander of Fuzhou, immediately turned his grief and anger into appetite, filling his empty soul with all kinds of delicious food.

The leaders followed suit. In order to get food, the team transporting military rations had to free up more than half of their space to serve generals at all levels, which wasted a lot of manpower and material resources.

There are all kinds of things, including those flying in the sky, swimming in the water, and walking on the ground.

"Report! Urgent."

"The Later Jin Jiannu invaded in large numbers, heading straight for Liaoyang and Shenyang. At this moment, a small army of Jiannu is heading towards Yongning City, and there is only 50 miles left."

Just when everyone was enjoying their meal, Ye Bushou, with a pale face, chapped lips and a command flag on his back, staggered into the tent, bringing them shocking news.

"What should I do?"

Upon hearing the sad news, Ouyang Zerong, the garrison commander of Fuzhou, was stunned. His eyes were as round as copper bells, and the ivory chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground without him noticing.

Being outside the Great Wall, how could Ouyang Zerong not know the fighting power of the Later Jin and Jiannu?
In the harsh environment and fierce competition of the Later Jin Dynasty, if you want to become a member of the Eight Banners, you must have at least the ninth rank in martial arts. If you don't have the ninth rank, you are not qualified to join the army at all.

The entire Later Jin Eight Banners, each banner had approximately 7,500 people, all of whom were brave, ferocious and brutal. They forced the Ming army to flee in fear and dared not confront the enemy head-on, especially after the Battle of Sarhu.

Faced with the surging Later Jin and Jiannu, the regime was like a mantis trying to resist and was vulnerable to a single blow with only three or four hundred servants of official rank and a few thousand makeshift soldiers.

"Sir, there is only one way now. We must retreat to the abandoned fortress of the rebels, use the fortress to resist the Jiannu army, and then hold on and wait for reinforcements."

"Big Yin and Yang Hand" Le Hou stood up, cupped his hands and said with a serious expression.

As a man of the world, Le Hou had some understanding of the strength of the Later Jin Jiannu, and knew that the most important thing at the moment was to temporarily avoid the attack and retreat to Jingbian Fort or Shenjiawu Fort.

Otherwise, any random charge by the Later Jin army would cause the six or seven thousand soldiers with no morale to collapse in an instant, forming an avalanche and being defeated like a landslide.

"Okay, I'll do as you say!"

(End of this chapter)