Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

"Yes, Lord City Lord, Li Dian obeys the order and will certainly live up to your trust."

The objective is to pacify Yunnan for the city lord, implement new laws, and consolidate his power base as quickly as possible.

Upon hearing this, Li Dian's body trembled, but he showed no fear. Instead, his eyes blazed with fighting spirit, and he solemnly and loudly agreed, his tone resolute.

"very good."

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao nodded, then turned its gaze to the messenger, its tone becoming stern and its pace quickening.

"Immediately send an urgent message to Zhou Yu via express courier."

He ordered them to halt their offensive in Fujian and Zhejiang, leaving some troops to consolidate the occupied territories.

He personally led the main force and elite troops back immediately.

There's no need to get entangled with the remnants of Geng Jingzhong and Shang Kexi's forces.

Their troubles were left to Li Dian and Li Shi to solve.

Zhou Yu's mission was to bypass the Qing army's defenses as quickly as possible, or defeat their resistance, and head straight for the capital.

I want him to be like the sharpest dagger, piercing straight into the heart of the Qing Dynasty.

"Issue orders to all prefectures and cities under my jurisdiction in Yangzhou."

Wei Xiaobao's voice grew increasingly loud, carrying an overwhelming aura of dominance.

"Each city shall leave behind the necessary garrison, and all other available elite troops shall immediately assemble and converge on their respective city lords."

The city lord personally led a large army to engage in a final showdown with the main force of the Qing Dynasty's Eight Banners, which would determine the fate of the empire.

This battle is not only about defeating them, but also about completely destroying the Qing Dynasty and restoring the land of the Han people.

At this point, he suddenly flicked his sleeves, gazing towards the northern capital, his eyes burning with a fierce fighting spirit that seemed to pierce through the heavy night and mountains.

He turned to look at Li Dian again and said in a deep voice:

"Li Dian, I do not wish to see the Three Feudatories Alliance or any other force stabbing me in the back during my decisive battle with the Qing court."

Or perhaps you'll come along to stir things up and try to get a piece of the pie. Do you know what to do?

Li Dian understood immediately, bowed, and spoke in a cold but firm voice:

"Yes, Lord. I understand."

In the Yunnan campaign, I will work closely with General Li Shi to not only achieve a swift victory but also to fight fiercely, leaving Wu Sangui with no chance of recovery.

At the same time, it will be announced to the world in the name of the Legislative Council.

Anyone who dares to harass our rear or flanks while our army is engaged in a decisive battle with the Qing Dynasty is an enemy of the world.

After I pacify Yunnan from Yangzhou, I will devote all my efforts to suppressing them, destroying their ancestral halls, and eradicating their descendants.

This will surely deter those petty scoundrels from making any rash moves.

"Good, that's the kind of momentum we want."

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao nodded in satisfaction, then decisively gave an order to everyone in the hall.

"Did you all hear that? Go back and prepare immediately."

Three days later, at dawn, the troops will be mustered at the drill ground and will march with the city lord. The army will head straight for the capital.

"Your subordinate obeys."

All the civil and military officials in the hall roared in unison once again, their voices shaking the roof tiles.

Everyone's face was filled with excitement, determination, and a desire for victory.

They knew that from this moment on, Yangzhou, this massive war machine, would be running at full speed, crushing the last bastion of the old era with unprecedented speed and power.

They will be the participants and creators of this great journey.

"Everyone, step back and prepare."

"Yes."

The group bowed again, then, with barely suppressed excitement and a sense of urgency, filed out of the council chamber.

Soon, only the projected image of Wei Xiaobao remained in the hall.

He slowly walked to the window, pushed it open, and let the cool autumn night wind rush in, blowing his hair and clothes.

He took a deep breath, his gaze seemingly traversing thousands of mountains and rivers.

Once again, I cast my gaze towards the northern night sky, towards the Forbidden City, the power center where the Aisin Gioro family had ruled for nearly sixty years.

Now, dealing with the Qing court, the projection of Wei Xiaobao feels no pressure whatsoever.

There was even a sense of relief and anticipation, as if "this day has finally come."

He knew perfectly well that without the sudden emergence and continuous growth of his own Yangzhou force,

Even the Three Feudatories Alliance, which he had defeated, was able to fight the already corrupt and decadent Qing Eight Banners army to a standstill.

From the moment the Revolt of the Three Feudatories began, and the Han people across the land rose up in response...

The Qing dynasty's foundation of rule had been completely shaken, and its decline was faster than anyone could have imagined.

The Qing Dynasty today is nothing more than an empty shell, strong on the outside but weak on the inside, barely holding on.

Embracing the glory of his great victory, and commanding a million elite troops, he marched north with an honorable army to punish the rebels.

This is the perfect time to follow the will of Heaven and end its corrupt rule.

The three days flew by amidst the intensive pre-battle preparations.

On the morning of the third day, the sun rose in the east.

On the largest drill ground outside Yangzhou city, banners fluttered, swords and spears stood like a forest, and armor gleamed brightly.

The 50,000 most elite Yangzhou Field Army troops had already formed neat square formations, their chilling aura soaring into the sky.

These are all true veterans who have experienced the Battle of Yangzhou and subsequent expansion campaigns. Among them are many core members of the "Iron Guard" who have mastered the "Iron Shirt" and "Golden Bell Cover" techniques and whose strength is comparable to that of a third-rate martial arts master.

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao, clad in gleaming silver armor and a black cloak, stood on the reviewing stand, sword in hand.

His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the vast, dark mass of soldiers below the stage.

He didn't deliver a lengthy pre-battle speech; instead, he suddenly drew his sword from his waist, pointed it diagonally north, and roared in a voice infused with inner strength:

"Soldiers, follow me on the northern expedition to quell the rebellion and establish our rule over the world."

"The Northern Expedition will quell the rebellion and establish our rule over the world."

"The Northern Expedition will quell the rebellion and establish our rule over the world."

The roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, echoed and reverberated between heaven and earth.

Fifty thousand elite troops, like a giant dragon awakening, led by the projected avatar of Wei Xiaobao, marched out of the training ground and onto the wide official road.

Like a rolling torrent of iron, it surged northward toward the capital.

Meanwhile, Li Dian, holding the command arrow, mustered 30,000 elite troops, including a large number of law enforcement guards and civil officials familiar with the new laws, and left Yangzhou.

They sped off towards the Yunnan front in the southwest.

On the other side, Zhou Yu, who received the urgent order from the Fujian front, did not hesitate and immediately left his deputy to stabilize the battle line.

He personally led 80,000 of his most elite field troops, abandoning their baggage and traveling light.

At a forced march pace, they turned north.

Like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, it pierced straight into the heart of the Qing court, with the same target: the Forbidden City.

This time, projecting himself as Wei Xiaobao, he's no longer hiding his strength and slowly developing his power.

Instead, they bared their fangs, mobilized a large army, and launched a major military campaign.

The prefectures and counties under Yangzhou's control, which had already received orders, dispatched all available troops, in addition to the 10,000 troops stationed there.

Like streams flowing into rivers, they continuously merged into the central army personally led by Wei Xiaobao.

The army swelled like a snowball, from 50,000 to 100,000, then to 150,000. Banners blotted out the sky, the sound of horses' hooves shook the earth, and billowing dust rose like dragons, their might boundless and imposing.

The local Qing troops stationed along the way were routed and either surrendered or fled.

The world was completely shaken.

The lord of Yangzhou, having transformed into Wei Xiaobao, officially raised the banner of "Northern Expedition to Overthrow the Qing and Pacify the World."

And the news that he personally led a large army northward,

Like the most violent storm, it swept across the entire land of China in an instant.