The Mysterious Ming Dynasty: The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom

"I'll give you a chance for revenge. Food and lodging are provided here; all you have to do is chop people up."

Si Chen's voice hadn't finished.

"Long live the Great Teacher!" Ma Niang's emotions were overflowing, and she was slightly choked up. The crowd raised their hands and shouted "Long live the Great Teacher!"

Despite the decline of the Ming Dynasty, in the eyes of the Ming people, barbarians were still barbarians. A change of dynasty was nothing to them.

Discrimination against subspecies is prevalent across all social classes.

Si Chen looked at the group of female horses in front of him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

After all, they came from the Imperial Horse Administration and were trained using the methods of the Imperial Guards. Regardless of their appearance or temperament, they were all expected to be honest, simple, and dutiful.

Their most triumphant days were probably during their time working at the Imperial Stables. The further back in time they went, the more blurred their memories became, and all unpleasant emotions were buried.

Good days are always relative.

Liu Ji seemed to have returned to her former self.

Although that eunuch had a bad temper, he was still a good person.

Then one day, they suddenly received a notice that they were being kicked out of the house.

They rushed out of the city overnight.

In that instant, the sky seemed to collapse.

How could this person be so wicked?

Liu Ji secretly sized up Si Chen, hoping that this lord would live a long time.

Si Chen suddenly turned his head, "Were you just secretly slandering me?"

Huh? How did you know?

Liu Ji prostrated herself before Si Chen, clinging to his ankles. "No way! I'm more than grateful to be your dog. You're like my second parents! Your unfilial son wishes to become your godfather!"

"father!"

"Your child wants to take care of you in your old age!"

"Woof woof woof~"

Si Chen pulled open his clothes with disgust, "Clean them up, they're all spoiled."

The Six Ding Divine Generals drew their swords and blocked Liu Ji's path.

"After bathing and changing clothes, you should at least look presentable."

"please."

Several strong women brought military uniforms, long robes with open fronts, all specially made, with thoughtful details including a tail.

"A truly wise and virtuous teacher!"

The horse girls touched their new clothes with great affection, gazing longingly at Liu Ji.

"Take it, take it." Liu Ji nodded, sighing helplessly, she was truly terrified of being poor.

The horse girls were given a free area to move around in, on the outermost edge of the camp, near the kitchen.

When a person is not full, they only have one worry.

Liu Ji touched it from east to west, and said, "Not bad. This lord of ours will definitely live a long time."

At least they're much better off than those landlords, aren't they?

What's more, what kind of class do they have that they dare to be so picky?

Those white knights at night are terrifying to look at.

As everyone drifted off to sleep in anticipation, they still retained their outdoor habits, occasionally waking up abruptly at the sound of noise from the kitchen, sitting up in alarm, ready to escape.

The White Horse Cavalry had not slept all night, their spirits were incredibly excited, but their bodies were exhausted. No noise was allowed in the camp, and they could only communicate with each other by keeping their eyes wide open.

The next day.

Ding~ Ding~ Ding~

On the bell tower of the Acropolis, the bronze bell resounds loudly.

Three morning drumbeats sounded in the barracks, extinguishing all the fires in the barracks.

One drumbeat is one hundred and eight strikes.

Each drumbeat is followed by twelve long horn sounds, which overlap and resonate with each other, lasting a total of exactly 15 minutes.

5:00 AM (卯时).

On the drill ground stood one North Star Seven Star Flag, one Central Army Banner, six Ding Flags, six Jia Flags, two Golden Drum Flags, eight Inspection Flags, one Qianzong (military commander) flag, fifteen Baizong (military commander) flags, and countless triangular flags, all standing against the wind.

The White Horse Cavalry had already drawn water from the camp's irrigation canal to wash themselves, changed into clean military uniforms, put on clean undergarments, wrapped themselves in headscarves and mandarin duck battle jackets, and completed their roll call at the drill ground.

Breakfast is being prepared, and wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys.

One liter of millet rice per 100g, one dish of pickled vegetables, and additional dried meat and salted fish as needed.

Strongmen came in droves from the Acropolis across the river.

Wang Tiangong rode a short, blue-maned horse at the head of the procession.

The refugee camp was mostly populated by able-bodied young men; the weak had already been eliminated during the migration. A group of people also arrived at the refugee camp; today they were there to clear the silt from the Haihe River.

To expand the city on the west bank of the Haihe River.

The female horses waited in line in the greenhouse, looking bewildered.

Liu Ji arrived at the gate where Si Chen was located. "Your Excellency, we are ready."

Si Chen laughed and said, "You're really enthusiastic."

Those around him said, "This is out of gratitude for the kindness shown to us by our superiors."

Si Chen chuckled, unconcerned. "Let's go."

The six Ding and six Jia pushed open the door and went off to inspect the grain and fodder in the granary, to prevent dampness, fire and rats, and to carry out their duties at the garrison office.

Alternatively, they could lead several elite cavalry units to explore the area and prevent salt smugglers from crossing the border illegally.

On the training ground, the fully armed White Horse Cavalry, in pairs, helped each other put on their armor.

The guerrillas wore double layers of heavy armor over their leather armor and fought with wooden sticks wrapped in silk.

The three hundred female horsemen curiously surrounded the six-legged celestial horse, marveling at it. In their eyes, it might very well be a great beauty.

Several centurions served as arbitrators on the drill ground.

"wind!"

"thunder!"

The two righteous men, stepping on the soft sand, held wooden sticks and twirled their swords in a flourish.

The psychic warrior possesses the six-character mantra of the military strategist: Wind, Forest, Mountain, Fire, Thunder, and Yin. Each character is imbued with great power.

The speed of the White Horse Cavalry was so fast that the crowd could only see a blur before one of them fell.

This is already extremely restrained.

The White Horse Cavalry's lethality on the real battlefield was terrifying; their casualties last night were almost zero.

Two white figures crisscrossed each other as Yi Cong fell into the sand pit, creating several large craters before finally losing his strength. He got up with a bruised and swollen face, only to see Tianma looking annoyed and exhaling white breath, never having seen himself walk into the stick before.

"You talk about it every day, but you still can't learn it. This is a typical example."

"To learn martial arts, you must first learn to take a beating. It doesn't matter if you're not smart; your body will learn."

"Normally it's about the same, but when it comes to crucial moments, a slight difference can lead to a huge difference in outcome."

Jiazi was furious and dragged that guy away for special training with one hand.

The female horse girls were mesmerized.

Si Chen quietly left.

Three hundred female horsemen surrounded him.

Upon closer inspection, Si Chen discovered that the purer the tail color, the higher the status, and Liu Ji was clearly superior.

"You are all 'Tengxiang Guards' of the Imperial Horse Administration, and you have also studied military strategy for a few years."

"The six military strategies are: swift as the wind, silent as the forest, fierce as fire, immovable as a mountain, unknowable as the shadows, and powerful as thunder."

"They will naturally teach you everything in the camp."

Si Chen led them to a training ground completely separated from the righteous followers.

This is a military camp after all, where men and women live together and tempers are high; it would be bad if someone died.

Si Chen lifted his robe and sat down in the main seat.

"Now, I will ask you again."

"Are you all willing to enter my underwater palace?"

"They are at my beck and call and receive my salary."

Liu Ji knelt on one knee, cupped her hands, and said solemnly, "I am willing to be the vanguard, even at the cost of my life!"

The group of people then knelt down.

Liu Ji raised the knife in her hand, turned her head to the side, and bowed her head close to her ear.

Si Chen's gaze remained fixed on the waist knife, unmoved.

"Today, the secret technique I am passing on is called the Feathered Scale Guard."

"Only those of Han imperial blood can make great progress in this path and possess the power to fly."

Si Chen would not allow the power of his subordinates to become unbalanced in order to strengthen his own power.

Especially in this world where the distinction between Chinese and barbarians is of paramount importance.

The story of the Tang Dynasty must not be repeated.

He wanted to blatantly tell them that the higher the degree of Sinicization, the more noble they were.

How can those barbarians from beyond the borders be compared to our Han imperial family?

The barbarians of this era were more savage and bloodthirsty than anyone could imagine.

Moreover, since ancient times, emperors have ruled the world with China residing within to control the four seas, and barbarians residing outside to serve China. There has never been a case of barbarians residing in China and ruling the world.

In a daze, Liu Ji felt a pair of large hands pressing on her head.

An immortal touched my head and bestowed upon me longevity.

A surge of heat coursed through my body.