Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 295

The sky was slightly bright, mist filled the entire city of Xi'an, thick snowflakes oppressed the houses, and the ground was already frozen.

Early in the morning, the gentry of the Haoyou were trembling, and they kept dispatching people to inquire about the news. The strong servants carried knives and guns and kept patrolling.

Ordinary poor people poked their heads out timidly, their sallow faces were full of exhaustion, which made them extremely difficult last night.

Although the night was safe, they still had to go out the next day to find work, otherwise the family would starve.

"Ah?" The beard on Tian Laokan's face suddenly exploded, his muddy eyes suddenly widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The wife, who was as thin as a stick, was wearing an apron and couldn't wait to rush over.

"Look—" Tian Laokan pointed at the street outside the window, holding a bamboo pole.

Curious, the wife poked her head out carefully.

I saw that on the dark and icy street, a group of soldiers appeared at this time, each of them wielding a long shovel, sweating, and constantly shoveling away the snow.

Almost every three to five feet, there are small snowdrifts, and the mule cart walks slowly to transport the snow away.

After the snow accumulated, a large amount of filth and miscellaneous mud was constantly picked out and transported away in underground ditches and corners of the street.

The streets that were once filthy have changed their appearance at this time, making them, the native people, quite uncomfortable.

What is even more difficult to adapt to is that this group of workers turned out to be the Qiubas who fought yesterday, and this group of bravado warriors actually worked?

In an instant, many doors and windows on the street were opened, and many heads poked out, all of them were full of curiosity, as if they were watching a play, with relish.

Even though he was hungry, such a novelty made the whole city of Xi'an lively.

The soldiers who were watching were all thin-skinned, flushed, twitching their buttocks and working hard.

When Wang Chunqing saw the stubble-faced Li Qi, with a burly figure and huge butt twisting, it made people sick to his stomach, he just kicked him up:
"You boy, why are you ashamed? You're not the eldest lady of Xiulou. It's disgusting."

"Boss, can this be the same!"

Li Qi lowered his head and watched secretly, Weng said: "There are so many people, and there are so many girls of all ages!"

"Pooh!"

Wang Chunqing didn't care, spit, and said loudly to his subordinates: "I'll do it well for you, today is a good day."

"Although the work is tiring, if you are attracted by a girl, you are lucky. I will match you personally."

"Of course, if any of you don't want to do it, you can go back..."

These words instantly aroused the hearts of everyone.

"Boss, we don't like girls, we just want to show our strength!"

Li Qi, with a big butt, held his throat and said loudly.

"Yes, we defeated Chuang Jun yesterday, and we are happy to benefit the village today."

"We just like Xi'an, and we won't make any mistakes in autumn. We pay two taels of silver every month. If we don't do some work, I feel sorry for King Yu..."

As soon as these words came out, although they were noisy, they opened the doors and windows of the neighborhood even more, and the shy looks of the big girl and the little daughter-in-law became more and more clear.

This time, the work became more and more efficient.

In almost one morning, the huge city of Xi'an has been tidy and clean, as if it has been rebuilt.

After some cleaning work, the people in Xi'an slowly accepted the return of Qin Jun.

Of course, more importantly, the doors of the stores controlled by Shaanxi merchants were opened, which instantly activated the market.

The city of Xi'an has come alive completely.

At noon, with Wu as the unit, a large number of Qin soldiers beat gongs and drums and walked through the streets, shouting constantly and repeatedly:

"The king of Yu returns to his hometown, he returns to his hometown with honor, there is no crime in autumn, the neighbors have no worries, and the people are peaceful..."

Those who knew a little bit of writing immediately felt completely relieved. It turned out that they were soldiers from the countryside, their own people.

Today, many people have never even been out of Xi'an in their entire lives, and they have a strong feeling for the countryside, and the weight of the township party is extremely heavy.

Similarly, no matter how brutal the army is, it will not be too much to the hometown, and it can even do nothing wrong.

For example, Zhang Zongchang, a dog-meat poet and general, searched Shandong extremely, but repaired bridges and roads in his hometown of Laizhou, he was attentive and considerate.

This kind of country party sentiment was especially strong in the late Ming Dynasty.

Hearing such crisp Shaanxi dialect, Zhu Yixi smiled, and he looked at the lively streets below:
"Xi'an, it's settled!"

"Your Highness's method is very good."

Wang Guangen hurriedly flattered him.

On the side, Feng Xianzong's eyes were red and bloodshot, he was holding a ledger, and he was short of breath:

"Your Highness, after one night's calculation, it can be roughly calculated as the loss."

"Tell me first, how many people were captured by the thieves and how many people left."

Zhu Yixi's complexion was ruddy, apparently she had a good night's sleep last night and looked good.

"Yes!" Feng Xianzong nodded, his train of thought was interrupted, he hurriedly flipped through a few pages before saying:

"About 90,000 people were captured on the battlefield, and only about [-] were killed by us. Stampede, manslaughter, shoving, etc., were about [-]."

"Nearly [-] fled and scattered. Among them, there were less than [-] cavalry who followed Li Zicheng."

"Nearly 30,000 people in Xi'an were forced to surrender."

"That is to say, even counting those unlucky ones, the real casualties are only 30,000 people?"

Zhu Yixi was surprised.

"The army has come to a consensus conclusion that the firearm battalion will kill the enemy's morale, plus Bai Guangen and others will be backstabbed, and the most critical blow will be Zhu Tong's control of Yizhi City, causing the Chuang army to completely collapse..."

At the end of Feng Xianzong's speech, he was inexplicably jealous.

"Who is the master?"

King Yu smiled knowingly and said indifferently.

"Everyone agrees that Huoqiying is the first meritorious service, and Zhu Tongzhi (Zhu Meng) is the second meritorious service—"

The first merit is ten points of meritorious service, the second merit is nine points, and the ordinary one is eight points.

In this battle, King Yu was extremely generous.

"What about our casualties?"

Zhu Yixi was in a good mood and continued to ask.

"There were not many casualties, all in the Firearms Battalion and the Cavalry Battalion. Together, there were no more than 5000 people. That's right, there were only less than 5000 people."

Feng Xianzong reconfirmed that the expression on his face was extremely strange.

In this battle of more than 20 people, only two or 30,000 people were killed or injured, which is really weird.

Zhu Yixi also guessed a little in his heart, maybe this is the reason for morale!

From Li Zicheng's retreat to Beijing until now, more than [-] elite soldiers have been killed or injured in the Chuang army. More importantly, neither northern Shaanxi nor Luoyang has ever won a victory.

Today, Chuangjun's morale is extremely low, and he is also extremely fragile. When Xi'an was stolen, his morale collapsed immediately, and he had no fighting spirit.

This is also an important reason why the Shun army was forced to surrender to Nanming in history.

They desperately want to use national righteousness to reunite the loose military spirit.

(End of this chapter)