Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

After the soldiers calmed down again, Zhang Xianzhong said:

“The imperial court is coming with great force this time, but I am not afraid.

You have followed me in my battles, and you should know my capabilities. I am the indestructible cockroach. As long as I raise my arms and call for help, I can accomplish anything wherever I go.

Just remember, when the court's lackeys come, beat them up severely.

Let them know that our Great Western Nation is not to be trifled with!"

Seeing that the soldiers below were finally fully motivated, Zhang Xianzhong was satisfied. He looked at his four adopted sons again and made up his mind.

"Someone, bring all my children up here!"

After Zhang Xianzhong finished speaking, several eunuchs came over holding five or six children.

The oldest of these children was only about two years old, and they were all born by Zhang Xianzhong’s concubines in the past two years.

Zhang Xianzhong never lacked women in these years. The reason why the children were so young was probably because they died during his previous escape.

Of course, no one knows how they died better than Zhang Kewang and his four brothers.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Kewang, Zhang Wenxiu and Zhang Nengqi were not surprised, but Zhang Dingguo frowned and looked reluctant.

Of course, he also guessed what his adoptive father wanted to do. Seeing that his three brothers were silent, he pondered for a moment, walked up to Zhang Xianzhong and said:

"Father, they are just children, you don't have to do this. I and my brothers will do our best to defend you against the imperial court.

Please...let them go!"

After Zhang Dingguo finished speaking, he knelt on one knee and begged again.

The third brother Zhang Nengqi hesitated when he saw this, but he turned his head to look at the second and eldest brothers. The second brother was resting with his eyes closed, and the eldest brother had no intention of stopping him, so he didn't say anything.

"My son Dingguo, please don't stop me. This Great Western Kingdom belongs to us now, and it will belong to you four brothers in the future.

I always keep my word."

Zhang Xianzhong helped Li Dingguo up.

Zhang Xianzhong’s current situation is largely due to the contributions of his four adopted sons. He just used money and women to inspire the fighting spirit of the soldiers.

And now, he wants to use his own children to inspire the fighting spirit of his four adopted sons.

This situation has happened before, and more than once.

What he had promised his four adopted sons before was, of course, that after his death, the troops and military power would be handed over to them.

But now it is different. He is now the emperor of the Great Western Kingdom, but his promise, Zhang Xianzhong, is still valid.

There was no need to even say it explicitly; as long as he had no children, his four adopted sons would be loyal and wise enough to serve him till death.

After all, what they will inherit in the future is not only the army, but also the Atlantis Kingdom.

After saying this, Zhang Xianzhong ignored Zhang Dingguo's dissuasion, drew out his sword, and killed his infant children one by one.

Zhang Xianzhong didn't blink the whole time, nor did he show any sign of pain. He was just that kind of person.

As long as the Atlantis Kingdom has no heir, the four generals will be the ironclad heirs, and for their own sake, the four adopted sons will also know what to do.

Sure enough, after killing his children, Zhang Kewang finally reacted. He immediately fell in front of his dead brothers and sisters, pretending to be in pain, and then knelt in front of Zhang Xianzhong, vowing to avenge his brothers and sisters.

Zhang Wenxiu and Zhang Nengqi also limped to express their determination to their adoptive father.

Zhang Kewang sighed imperceptibly.

He had predicted long ago that Atlantis would reach this point.

When he learned that Zhang Shikang defeated the Jurchens for the first time, Zhang Kewang guessed that the Ming Dynasty was no longer the same.

Later, the imperial court continued to reform and eliminate the Donglin Party, and his speculations were constantly confirmed.

By now, the sick beast of the Ming Dynasty has been basically cured.

If they are jackals, then the current imperial court is a lion. How can a jackal be a match for a lion?

So that night, Zhang Dingguo went to the palace to ask to see his adoptive father, and Zhang Xianzhong summoned him.

When he met his adoptive father, Zhang Xianzhong was looking at a map with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Xianzhong was a burly man with a broad back and strong waist. When he saw Zhang Dingguo coming over, he pointed to a chair beside him and said:

"Sit down, what do you want to talk to me about? Are you still worried about what happened today?

A real man should never worry about not having a wife, nor should he worry about not having children.

If you come here for this matter, then there is no need to say anything."

Zhang Xianzhong did not think there was anything wrong with abandoning his wife and children. As long as they could survive, their sacrifice was valuable.

The child was his, and those women had lived a luxurious life for two years because of her. He could do whatever he wanted with them.

"Foster father, I came here to ask about the tactics of the imperial army. Have you thought of a countermeasure?" Zhang Dingguo said respectfully.

Although Zhang Dingguo did not approve of his adoptive father's behavior, the person was already dead and there was no point in arguing further.

"My father planned to fortify the city and clear the countryside, and at the same time contact Li Zicheng. This bastard has clearly sent a large army to Tongchuan, but he ran away like a dog. It's really infuriating!" Zhang Xianzhong said angrily.

He has been sending people to contact Li Zicheng during this period. He doesn't think that Li Zicheng doesn't understand that if Zhang Xianzhong can't hold on, he will be the next one to suffer.

Those imperial army bastards were determined to fight on their own. It was obvious that Li Zicheng's territory was beyond Tongchuan, but the imperial army did not harm a single one of them.

This made Zhang Xianzhong believe that the imperial army had discussed this with Li Zicheng.

"Fortifying the city and clearing the fields is not a good strategy, as the imperial court's autumn grain has already arrived.

I think we can't rely on the King of Rebellion, we have to rely on ourselves." Zhang Dingguo thought for a while and said.

Zhang Xianzhong frowned.

"Does my son have a better solution?"

"I have three strategies, but I haven't discussed them with my three brothers yet. And... I'm afraid my adoptive father will be furious." Zhang Dingguo hesitated for a moment, but still said it out loud.

When Zhang Xianzhong heard that his youngest adopted son actually had three strategies, good, medium and bad, he couldn't help but become interested.

"Just tell me, I am not guilty as a father."

"I will first tell you the worst plan. I think the imperial army relies only on firearms, especially the imperial firearms formation.

If it was just a cannon, although it was powerful, it would be troublesome to change the ammunition, and it would only be able to fire a few rounds.

As long as we can render the imperial court's muskets ineffective, we can still fight.

For example, they took advantage of rainy weather to launch an attack, or they built chariots to resist the court's muskets.

Or we can train our soldiers to fight at night. Although the sight line will affect us, the court uses firearms, and it will be more difficult to change ammunition at night, or even impossible to do so. "

Zhang Dingguo said seriously.

When Zhang Xianzhong heard this, his eyes suddenly brightened.

"My son is really his father's right-hand man. This is a good idea!"

Although it was not his responsibility whether it would rain or not, as long as they could hold on long enough, maybe God would give them some relief.

Even if that doesn't work, there are still chariots and night attacks. Before, he was always thinking about how to motivate the army, but he was at a loss as to what to do with the court's new tactics.

Now, the fact that his adopted son was just a bad idea had already made him see the light.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xianzhong immediately asked:

"What about the middle strategy?"

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