Lu Ming

Originally, in history, the Manchu Qing had no confidence in themselves, nor in Li Zicheng and his ilk.It wasn't until Chongzhen hung a tree branch, and Li Zicheng ravaged the capital up and down, and lost popular support and the possibility of logistical supplies, that Manchu finally made up his mind to enter the customs.

And in this plane, it is obvious that if the Cao family in the south can raise troops to rebel, then in order to protect the land of Jiangnan's wealth and taxation, Ming Ting will definitely mobilize the main force to go south to suppress the rebellion.

Under such a situation, Huang Taiji, who is so talented and bold, must be able to assess the situation and make up his strategic determination to enter the customs and steal his home.

After all, the meticulous work in various parts of the Qing Dynasty has not been idle all these years.Everyone has an account of how strong the Cao Group, which caused deep psychological trauma to Hou Jin, is.

As for the future... it is best to be able to live on HOLD, and if you can't hold on, it is enough to be the emperor of North China for a few years.The big deal is to return it outside the customs, and the things that everyone robbed will not be used up for hundreds of years.

This line of thought existed when the old world beat Li Zicheng.

In the old days until the end of the Qing Dynasty, the government did not allow poor people to enter the Guandong.Why?It's just that he still dreams of Qingqiu's big dream of running back to his hometown at any time.

In short, if we can persuade the Cao family to go north and south, this is the theoretically optimal solution for the current Manchu group.

Of course, a theory is a theory after all.Huang Taiji didn't expect that Cao would follow his baton completely.

Meng Qiaofang came here this time with a tentative mentality.So when he heard that Uncle Cao's army was in Haidong, he wasn't particularly surprised... No matter if he was in Haidong, he didn't want to cooperate, or he wanted to catch him, he couldn't send troops.He had planned for this result.

So, after pondering for a long while, Meng Qiaofang said slowly again: "I don't know when Cao Shuai's army will be transferred back?"

Xue Haiyuan had been prepared for a long time, and stretched out his hand to make a classic gesture that frightened the traitors: "It only takes eight months."

"Oh...that's the end of the year."

The old traitor Meng Qiaofang pondered for a moment this time, and then proposed the secondary goal that he had prepared: "In this case, our Qing army may be mobilized first, how about dealing with the Chongzhen boy first for Cao Shuai?"

Meng Qiaofang's suggestion, if it were replaced by an indigenous southern warlord, the decision would probably be made on the spot today... Isn't it a good thing that the Qing army first mobilized and defended Zhu Ming's main force in the north for him?

But the time-traveling people know the history, so they definitely can't fall for this trick.

Undoubtedly, these savages are still playing with the idea of ​​mowing grass and hugging rabbits: their main purpose is to enter the customs and rob, and they don't care whether you follow Cao or not.

Therefore, Xue Haiyuan fought back with a half-smile: "Shipping politics like that, isn't it the way to be a good friend?"

Meng Qiaofang looked surprised: "Ah? What's wrong?"

Naturally, Xue Haiyuan couldn't expose his opponent's true thoughts.This kind of unsubstantiated accusation is an accusation, so he can only talk to the air: "Your Emperor Chongde led an army to drink horses on the Yangtze River, and my commander hurriedly dispatched troops to the north... This is using friends as monkeys." play?"

"Uh……"

Meng Qiaofang froze when she heard the words.

Now he also can't say that his own small target only needs to enter the customs and loot it... Isn't this a lie to the allies?

Therefore, regarding the allies' accusations, it was really difficult for him to explain for a while: it was a bit false to say that he could not defeat the Ming army.It is also a bit false to say that the army is drinking horses and the Yangtze River is facing the empty Huahua Jiangnan.

They are all generals and ministers, and they are talking about major events in the world.There is no point in being a rogue in a meeting of this size, as there is already a lack of trust between the two sides.

After thinking about it, Meng Qiaofang had no choice but to ask back, "So what does Shuai Cao mean?"

Xue Haiyuan replied bluntly: "It will not be the end of the year at the latest, my family's commander-in-chief and Emperor Chongde will issue a call to action against Zhu Ming together!"

At this moment, Meng Qiaofang's face suddenly became gloomy: "If I am a soldier of the Qing Dynasty, why do I have to enter the customs now?"

"Hahaha. My brother can't eat the meat of his mouth, so don't eat it!" Xue Haiyuan laughed like a reckless man: "Then my family, Marshal Cao, has no choice but to serve the country loyally and send troops to serve the king..."

Xue Haiyuan smiled, and stretched out three fingers, shaking Meng Qiaofang.

How could Meng Qiaofang, who had access to most of the information about the Cao Group, not know the meaning of these three fingers... Three thousand cavalry of the Cao Group stationed in Tianjin.

"Hahahahaha."

The next moment, Meng Canzheng, whose face was so cold that he was about to drip, suddenly changed back, and also laughed heartily.

While laughing, he and Xue Haiyuan pointed at each other, as if the two had just made some big joke that had never been seen before.

Laughing halfway through, Meng Canzheng immediately withdrew his expression again, stood up and saluted: "In that case, wait for me to report back to the emperor, and discuss it later."

"It should be like this." Xue Haiyuan got up, returned the gift, and saw off the guests.

……

"Is this the end?"

Standing side by side on the green steps, Li Feng, the deputy station master, looked at the back of the Qing envoy, feeling a little unwilling.

"What else?"

Xue Haiyuan also heaved a sigh of relief: "On this point, if you make it clear, it's over. Go back and continue the negotiation, delaying time."

Li Feng shook his head: "I always feel that I can give some more hints."

"They're all millennial foxes, so don't play Liaozhai." Xue Haiyuan didn't have this kind of thought at all: "No matter what excuses we make up, as long as we say the words to suspend the rebellion, people will know that there is a problem behind us."

"Huang Taiji's generation is outstanding, and he has been a soldier all his life. Can't you see this?"

"More importantly, we don't have the resources to carry out strategic feints at all." Xue Haiyuan shook his head helplessly when he said this: "It's useless to fool around with words."

"Then how do you estimate the situation will progress next?"

"Hey... Let's take a step and see. If we can hold on for half a year, we will try our best."

Xue Haiyuan also sighed helplessly: "The core question now is, how much deterrent effect does the Beijing Temple we built in the capital have left today?"

"I've read the information." Li Feng rubbed his teeth and shook his head, expressing his disapproval: "Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs. In the past, 500 people sneaked into the attack, but this time, [-] people rushed over... I see the three thousand musketeers It’s very scary, and I can’t scare people.”

"Not necessarily." Xue Haiyuan smiled: "Here, Huang Taiji has a piece of information that he didn't grasp. He didn't know that we were three thousand Musketeers. He calculated the combat power based on the special forces of the year."

"I crossed late, so I don't know how those people behind me do things."

After all, Li Feng finally felt helpless about the current mess: "Can the army come up?"

Xue Haiyuan said indifferently: "Then it depends on God..."

At this moment, Xue Haiyuan's eyes seemed to have penetrated the fog in the north, and saw the soldiers of the empire who were fighting bloody battles in the south.

Chapter 709 Take-up ([-])

Time: May [-], [-], morning.

Location: Zheng He Island.

Between the blue sea and the sky, the Conical Fortress on the black stone foundation suddenly appeared beside the coast, forcing the rude industrial civilization into the barbaric area in an extremely discordant way.

Gu Ming pushed open the wooden door hastily tied up with branches, and stepped out of the hut where he was staying.Immediately, he was dazzled by the strong tropical sun.

Shaking his head, when his eyes recovered, he looked around blankly.

The first thing that blocks the line of sight is the neatly arranged "shacks".

These so-called shacks, although they are different in length, are horizontal and vertical, obviously planned according to the military camp.

It is said to be a shack, but in fact the lower part is a standard brick-concrete structure, and even has glass windows.However, when it reached the waist, the building materials were all replaced by wood, branches, thatch, and various unnamed tropical banana leaves.

Neat planning, a solid lower body, coupled with a scribbled upper body... It is self-evident what happened here.

From the pocket of the khaki cotton shirt, he took out a standard ZIPPO painted in army green, and took out a box of unbranded military cigarettes from the pocket of his trousers.After Gu Ming lit his cigarette, he let out a long breath, stepped forward, and walked along the straight stone road towards the gate of the fort.

The foundation of the vertical cone castle is a natural stone platform.After the stone platform was cleaned up, the total area measured was 1.6 mu.

The shape of the entire stone platform is an irregular quadrilateral.The first batch of builders used the red bricks and cement sent by the ship to repair the front and rear doors and some key buildings.

As for the rest of the wall... the reason why the flag was planted here was because it was a stone platform that was naturally more than five meters above the ground.Except for the specially reserved front and rear doors, the rest of the wall only needs to erect tree stumps to form a seven or eight meter high protection system.

Along the planned cross main road, Gu Ming smoked half a cigarette and walked to the main entrance.

The main entrance is the only exit facing the inner island.

The first gate built in the early days has been ravaged and torn apart in the fierce battle, and it has become a burning material.

Today's gate is a temporary building made of a few ship's masts as beams and wooden stakes tied together to form a gate, and the bark on the top is not even peeled off in time.

Looking past the sloppy gate and the circular fortifications piled up with sandbags behind the gate, Gu Ming looked at both sides of the gate.

Rough brick walls with a rough surface plastered with cement extend 20 meters to both sides of the gate.

The obvious traces of old and new piles, the stones mixed in the red bricks, and the knife marks, fire marks, and blood stains on the surface all tell the story of what happened to the two walls.

Strictly speaking, it should be four walls... a thick low wall facing outwards, and a high wall with shooting holes behind it.

At this moment, behind the high wall, there are about twenty pioneer team members wearing the same khaki shirts and fisherman hats, standing on the bamboo frame, with muskets on the wall, guarding against the outside world.

"Master Gu is here to check the sentry!"

Young Master Yusheng who was sitting in the circular fortification was bored in a daze, turned his head and saw Gu Ming, got up with a smile, and jumped out of the fortification to greet him.

Yusheng, the former literati young master, has been reborn as a capable cultural thief after following the war with the third master Wu in the past few years.

As the core figure of Wu Sanye's team, Yusheng's current title is vice captain and instructor.He is in charge of all the gunmen in the bunker, as well as the blasting personnel and blasting materials.

"I can't stay idle, just wander around."

Gu Ming took out a cigarette and threw one over, and walked forward: "How is today?"

Accompanying Gu Ming to the gate, Yusheng looked together through the gap between the tree trunks: "It's probably all right again today... There's been no movement for half a month."

Hearing this, Gu Ming only let out a "huh" in his throat, and stopped talking, just kept looking out.

The first thing that appeared in front of us was the gentle slope connecting the gate.

The slope didn't exist in the first place.When the cone fort was first built, considering the need to enter and exit personnel and materials, the gate and gentle slope were built at the position facing the inner island.

At that time, although scattered savages came to harass from time to time, this did not affect the strategic decision of the pioneering team.Even, considering that there will be mechanical devices entering and exiting through the gate in the future, the gentle slope foundation is poured with rocks and cement, which may not be firm.

Unexpectedly, half a year later, an indigenous raid with as many as [-] people opened the prelude to the Battle of Zheng He Island.

After that, the pioneering team, whose intestines were full of regrets, began to try to damage the road.

However, it's not that easy anymore.

The foundation at this moment is not only covered with a thick layer of rammed earth and sandstone, but also covered with a thick layer of corpses.

There were heavy casualties, and the exhausted pioneer team couldn't even finish the work of disposing of corpses required by the epidemic prevention regulations, let alone have the energy to break the road.

Later, the aborigines who realized the importance of gentle slopes would also carry mud bags and tree trunks to fill the pits when attacking the city... I don't know who taught them the clever idea.

Today's gentle slope, because there has been no fighting for more than ten days, there are no corpses on it, only a layer of black air-dried blood soil.

Slowly raising his head, Gu Ming used his eyesight to look at the tropical rainforest opposite.

The dense tropical rainforest, like a thick blanket, stands on the beach line 50 meters away.From the altitude of Gu Ming, one can follow the top of the dense forest and overlook the central mountain range of the island.

The blue sea and sky, the golden sandy beach, the yellow-green rainforest belt, the warm climate, and the humid air...Gu Ming, who comes from the extremely cold Taihang Mountains, likes everything about Zheng He Island...except the natives.

Aborigines wrapped in grass skirts, masks, and covered in chalk.

Holding a bamboo knife and wooden spear, the aborigines are fearless and fearless.

Oh, by the way, in recent battles, more and more indigenous people have used metal knives.They even formed an arquebus suppression squad.

Scenes of tragic scenes slid in front of Gu Ming, reminding him that if he wants to live two more days in this good land without winter, he must first kill the natives in the dense forest opposite.

Taking a long breath, Gu Dangjia, who didn't notice anything unusual, straightened up, with a three-point smile on his face: "It's good that there is nothing to do, let's endure one more day."

Yu Sheng, who had experienced more bloody battles, fully agreed: "Master Gu is right."

After inspecting the front door, Gu Ming turned his head and went to the sick room.

The sick room is in the center of the small intersection.

The first batch of heroes from the Taihang Mountains totaled 200 people.

On the day of landing, the brave men had a fight with the natives immediately when their legs were weak and their feet were numb due to the discomfort of sailing... 50 people died.

There was no way, the pier had already been broken through by the natives without rushing off the boat with a knife at that time, and it would be burned down soon, so it was impossible to do nothing.

In less than two months, the Taihang heroes who were dismounted immediately after their arrival, due to frequent fighting, acclimatization, disease and many other reasons, successively reduced their staff by more than a hundred people.

Nowadays, the number of combat power is less than fifty.

Pulling open a door with a red cross drawn on it, Gu Ming lowered his head and got in.

Due to the sunlight leaking from the glass windows and the thatched roof, the light in the patient room is actually sufficient, and it is a little lower than the outside.

Along the wall was a row of wooden beds with green military quilts on which several wounded were lying.

Seeing Gu Ming come in, a young guy in a green coat with a stethoscope around his neck nodded to him.Gu Ming put on a smile on his face, and greeted politely: "Doctor Ma, let me see the wounded number."

"Generally speaking, it's okay." Dr. Ma got up after hearing the words, and took Gu Ming to check the beds one by one: "This one is recovering well, the broken arm is not inflamed, and he can get up after lying down for a few days."

"This is a life-threatening one. The high fever has subsided now. There is no special situation, and I can get up in a few days."

Gu Ming politely followed behind the young man, step by step, even a little bent at the waist: in his first half of life full of fighting and donating blood, he had never seen that a person with festering wounds could be rescued abruptly.

Among the eight wounded, five were from the north under Gu Ming's command.The reason for this is simple: Gu Ming's subordinates are all untrained wild hands.They can only fight the enemy hand-to-hand and cannot shoot, so the casualty rate is high.