Stealing the Ming Dynasty [Complete] - 7

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Chapter 17 of "Don't Say There Are No True Friends in the World":

Kong Youde spoke lightly, but in reality, he still sent a hundred skilled men. The Later Jin soldiers hadn't encountered such a bold Ming army in a long time, and were caught off guard. Their biggest mistake was attempting to resist the superior Ming forces, mistakenly believing they would quickly collapse. As a result, only a few lightly wounded soldiers escaped; the rest were annihilated.

This victory further boosted the morale of Kong Youde's troops, but before they could recover from their joy, Huang and Kong poured cold water on the entire army and civilians.

Kong Youde briefly explained the perilous situation they faced and then announced his orders: cavalry would protect the refugee groups and quickly evacuate, while infantry would cover the rear.

"If both father and son are in the army, the father shall stay. If both brothers are in the army, the elder brother shall stay. Those with only one son shall evacuate with the main force." Kong Youde's arrangement was the exact opposite of Lord Xinling's arrangement years ago, because this rearguard mission was a near-death experience; the soldiers who remained had to be prepared to die for the safety of their families.

The four hundred soldiers who were chosen to stay bid farewell to their families. A few scattered sobs echoed through the camp, followed by deafening wails. Although saddened, everyone knew time was of the essence. After watching their loved ones depart that very night, the four hundred soldiers were ordered to rest immediately.

"General Huang, are you sure you want to stay?" Kong Youde was astonished by Huang Shi's insistence on not retreating.

"Yes, Brother Kong is risking his life to cover the rear, and I, Huang, though unworthy, must accompany him for a while." Huang Shi didn't know if the main force was in danger, but he knew that Kong Youde had historically managed to leave alive, so he couldn't miss the opportunity to observe. He entrusted the cavalry to his men, leaving Huang Shi alone, without even his personal guards.

"Brother Huang, you are so righteous," Kong Youde said, unaware of Huang Shi's ulterior motives. Moved, he couldn't help but bow to Huang Shi. "I used to think that you were not as good as I had heard of you, and I had some reservations about you. But true friendship is revealed in times of trouble, and I am truly ashamed."

Huang Shi's face was full of a kind smile. "It's alright. If you are truly sorry, Brother Kong, please invite me to Lushun for a drink as an apology."

"Certainly, certainly," Kong Youde hurriedly agreed, mustering his courage to say, "Friendship forged in poverty and hardship should not be forgotten. Today, General Huang, you and I have shared life and death, so I wish to swear brotherhood with you while I am still alive. What do you say, General?"

Huang Shi was overjoyed. He had deliberately befriended a fierce general like Kong Youde; why would he leave him for Huang Taiji? Although the oppressive aura left by Huang Taiji was still strong, Huang Shi subconsciously regarded him as his destined rival:

"Brother Kong's words are exactly what I think. To be able to become sworn brothers with you, I can die in peace."

The two immediately swore an oath, using soil as incense. For the atheist Huang Shi, making a solemn oath was like farting, but Kong Youde, hearing the utmost sincerity in his words, was overjoyed and moved.

The next day, by morning, they still hadn't seen the Later Jin cavalry arrive in force. Kong Youde and Huang Shi knew that the main force of the Later Jin most likely wouldn't arrive that day. The soldiers had recovered their strength and were unwilling to stay put and wait to die, so they burned their camp and set off, hoping to make some progress before sunset.

However, the army had only traveled a few miles when they saw nearly a hundred Later Jin cavalry approaching from the rear. They were in a dispersed formation, flanking from both sides, quickly forming a three-way encirclement, and then slowly pressing towards the Ming army in the center.

Huang Shi, of course, still had a horse. During this time, he kept a close watch on the Later Jin army's movements. Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, his palms were sweating, and his hand gripping the reins was clenching.

Kong Youde noticed Huang Shi's tension and spurred his horse forward, saying softly, "Second brother, don't be nervous. As long as I have a breath left, I will protect my brothers."

"Thank you, elder brother, for making me laugh."

Kong Youde nodded again to comfort Huang Shi, then loudly ordered, "Maintain marching formation! Shields on the outer perimeter! Archers on alert!"

The Ming soldiers responded in unison, maintaining a one-meter interval in the ranks. The outermost soldiers shouldered their shields, facing the direction of the Later Jin cavalry, while the innermost layer was replaced by soldiers armed with bows and crossbows. After changing formation, the troops continued to march forward, seemingly oblivious to the Later Jin cavalry on their flanks and behind them.

Having been in this era for so long, Huang Shi had gained some understanding of the power of bows and arrows. Cavalrymen were generally equipped with two types of bows. The short bow, suitable for mounted archery, had a range of only fifty to seventy meters, with accurate shots reaching about ten meters. The other type, the large iron bow, had a range comparable to the infantry bow, reaching a full one hundred and fifty meters, allowing for accurate shots at fifty to sixty meters.

The Later Jin soldiers were well aware of the power of the Ming infantry bows, and their arrows were spread out widely beyond sixty meters, only a few scattered at a distance. Because the Ming army maintained a marching column with a one-meter interval, most of these arrows landed in unoccupied areas. Occasionally, one or two arrows would fly towards a particular soldier, but they lacked power and were easily deflected by soldiers with shields.

This harassment from a distance had little impact on the Ming army's marching speed. Some Later Jin soldiers attempted to get closer, and whenever such a person approached within fifty meters, two or three Ming archers would step out from their ranks, raise their iron bows, aim at them, and force the overzealous cavalrymen back before quickly catching up with the main force.

Although the Ming army did not fire a single arrow, the soldiers on the outer perimeter, holding shields and bows, gradually showed signs of fatigue. At Kong Youde's command, the Ming army switched positions, with the outer soldiers retreating to the inner layer, relaxing their guard and beginning to pant heavily; the inner soldiers moved outwards, shouldering their shields. This process was repeated, and the threat of mounted archery could not slow the Ming army's advance by much.

Huang Shi was both surprised and delighted, exclaiming, "Brother, your command is so decisive, I admire you greatly!"

Kong Youde smiled slightly and gestured with his riding whip around the officers, saying, "These are mostly my old subordinates who have followed me for many years. After the fall of Tieling, they fled with me to Guangning. If these were your officers,

their formation would probably be in complete disarray by now. This is one of the reasons why I had your cavalry go first; a general who doesn't understand his troops is the most dangerous." Huang Shi thought for a moment and then asked, "With our formation so scattered, what if the Jurchens suddenly charge?"

Kong Youde laughed heartily, "Brother, I truly wish it were you commanding the Jurchens! Their formation is so loose; if they charge one by one, they'll just be easy targets. If they really want to break through, they need to regroup first. In that time, our army would have already adjusted its formation."

"If they form a battle formation and confront us, wouldn't we be unable to escape?"

“A hundred cavalrymen in a dense formation, my four hundred men with a hundred spearmen are enough to guard against them. Then we’ll unleash a barrage of arrows, taking down a dozen or so at once, forcing them to scatter. Repeat this a few times, and they’ll no longer pose a threat.” Kong Youde glanced at the horizon behind him as he spoke: “A mere hundred cavalrymen are too few.”

“Brother, don’t you read military books?” Kong Youde shook his head with a smile, his tone slightly reproachful: “Training, commands, reconnaissance, marching, dealing with harassment, defense and advance, etc., all of these are in the *Wujing Zongjue* and *Jixiao Xinshu*.”

“I’ve read *Sun Tzu’s Art of War*!”

“That’s for civil officials, not for us military officers. They decide what battles to fight, and we’re the ones who have to win them.”

Huang Shi fell silent. Right now, he really needed to read these tactical books.

"Although infantry and cavalry are difficult to defeat, as long as I don't make any mistakes, even with only a quarter of my cavalry, they still can't do anything to me," Kong Youde said, his face a mixture of joy and worry. He glanced again at the horizon behind him. "As long as they don't have reinforcements, your elder brother isn't afraid."

(End of Chapter 17)

Chapter 18

The day passed without incident, and the army's morale soared that evening. Although their pace was somewhat hampered, they had taken a significant step southward. These soldiers, though fighting to the death to cover their families' retreat, ultimately didn't want to die. When Kong Youde and Huang Shi inspected the camp, the soldiers stopped their work to salute them.

At dawn, Kong Youde methodically ensured the soldiers were well-rested before setting off again. The second day passed peacefully, and when they re-established camp that evening, Kong Youde smiled and said to Huang Shi, "We're one step closer to the Ming army at Lushun, and one step further away from the Jurchens."

"It's all thanks to you, brother."

"It all depends on tomorrow." Kong Youde pondered for a moment: "If nothing happens during the day, we'll forgo rest and travel at full speed tomorrow night. A few hundred Jurchens shouldn't dare approach Lushun."

They prepared breakfast at daybreak, and set off afterward. The beginning of the third day was no different from the previous two. The Ming army, full of fighting spirit, set off southward at breakneck speed. The Later Jin army, having harassed them for two days without success, appeared demoralized, following listlessly from a distance, no longer even bothering to fire arrows.

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the direction of the Later Jin cavalry. Startled, the Ming soldiers turned around, and a cavalry unit appeared on the horizon of the two northern armies, rapidly approaching them.

"What are you looking at? Don't turn back! Keep moving!" Kong Youde roared angrily, turning his horse to the side of the column to gaze northward. Huang Shi silently rode up beside him.

"How many men?"

"A hundred, maybe a hundred and fifty." Kong Youde's brow was furrowed with worry as the Ming soldiers walked past the two men without stopping.

"How much time do we have?"

Kong Youde didn't answer Huang Shi immediately, but instead beckoned to the remaining cavalry: "Quickly scout southwards, find any hills or rivers within a few miles. Report back immediately!"

"They'll need about half an hour, and they'll also need to conserve their strength, so it'll be about an hour, maybe less," Kong Youde murmured to Huang Shi, looking north. The Later Jin army behind them was already changing formation.

For the first time, the Later Jin cavalry, who had been following them for two days, formed a tight formation, closing in to within two hundred meters of the Ming army's rear. Facing this charging formation, Kong Youde could no longer march leisurely. The Ming army split into two groups, extending into long columns towards the enemy.

At the officer's command, the front-line Ming soldiers used their spears to cover the archers, who all pointed their iron bows to the sky. The Later Jin cavalry scattered at this sight, and the Ming army's storm of arrows barely wounded any of them. Taking advantage of their retreat, the front-line Ming soldiers also quickly fled.

The Later Jin troops retreated a short distance before regrouping. Even if a few fell from their horses, the Ming army couldn't afford to pursue them due to the threat of reinforcements.

The Ming army retreated in staggered formations, repeatedly breaking up the Later Jin ranks.

Time ticked by in the tense standoff, and Kong Youde's anxiously awaiting scout finally returned.

"Sir, after we go around that grove," the scout said, sweating profusely, pointing to a forest several miles away, "there's a small hill to the southwest, about a hundred zhang in circumference and five zhang high."

"Too low," Kong Youde snapped his whip, "but it's better than nothing."

"Sir, there's another hill ten li to the southeast, about ten zhang high."

Kong Youde glanced at the Later Jin cavalry, which had regrouped and were pressing forward, and then at the Ming soldiers, panting heavily after several shifts in formation. He was also running low on arrows. "It's too late. Go to that hill."

After the order was given, the Ming army split into four groups, ceasing their archery and retreating rapidly in alternating shifts.

“Danger, danger,” Kong Youde muttered to himself in a voice only Huang Shi could hear. The Later Jin army was now maintaining a tight formation, trailing the Ming army's rear by about 150 meters. “But their reinforcements will arrive soon; they shouldn't risk a surprise attack.”

After the Ming army retreated up the hill, both Kong Youde and Huang Shi breathed a sigh of relief. Four hundred Ming soldiers had surrounded them in the center, and two groups of Later Jin cavalry had joined forces in front of them, totaling about 240 men.

“Brother, this may be our final resting place.” Kong Youde jumped off his horse and patted Huang Shi on the shoulder. “You really shouldn’t have stayed with me.”

Huang Shi had been pondering whether history had changed again, but Kong Youde’s words instantly ignited his heroic spirit. Huang Shi laughed and said, “Brother, you flatter me. To die on the same day, month, and year as you is truly a joyous occasion.”

“Good, to die with you, brother, is also a great joy.” Kong Youde squeezed Huang Shi’s hand tightly.

Huang Shi suddenly mustered his strength and shouted, "Listen up, soldiers!"

"Our loved ones have already gone; they are not far from Lushun. Gentlemen, as long as we hold this position for one hour, our thousands of fellow countrymen will be one hour closer to Lushun. Only if we die here can our parents, wives, and daughters possibly reach Lushun alive..."

All the Ming soldiers listened quietly. The Later Jin cavalry below the mountain were resting their horses, and they seemed to be listening to the speech carried by the wind. After a long and passionate speech, Huang Shi, his throat parched from shouting, cried out,

"For fathers, sons, brothers, for wives, daughters, and sisters, sirs, give it your all!"

After a moment of silence, the Ming soldiers on the mountain raised their weapons above their heads and shouted in unison,

"For the Great Ming! For His Majesty!"

A perfectly standard response. Huang Shi paused to catch his breath. Kong Youde chuckled and whispered in his ear, "Very good talk, whether for our army or the enemy."

Then Kong Youde asked in a low voice, "Do you think the Jurchens heard you?"

"We'll know soon enough." Huang Shi looked down the mountain. "I only know that if they didn't hear us, we're all dead." Bugles

sounded below, and the Later Jin soldiers began to assemble. Huang Shi watched the Later Jin soldiers assume their attack stance, his heart filled with joy. Kong Youde's face also revealed a smug smile:

"Upon hearing there were several thousand civilians, including women, these beasts could no longer restrain themselves. Excellent, as long as we kill a hundred or so, we can continue our retreat."

Following the standards of the *Jixiao Xinshu* (New Book of Military Efficiency), the Ming army formed a disciplined defensive circle. The outermost layer consisted of crouching spearmen, behind them were musketeers equipped with three-eyed fire tubes, followed by archers, the front rank holding their bows level, the rear rank pointing them into the air. Finally came the swordsmen and axemen, ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat or slaughter any spearmen who dared to retreat.

The Later Jin forces, perhaps due to manpower issues, ultimately concentrated on one side of the hill. Kong Youde and Huang Shi discussed briefly; both lacking experience in open field battles against the Later Jin's elite troops, they decided to remain unchanged and wait for the situation to unfold.

The Ming army's circle stood firm, the soldiers on the back steadfastly facing the empty front.

The bugle finally sounded again, and the Later Jin cavalry began to move, accelerating at around four hundred meters.

"It's begun," Huang Shi murmured to himself.

"Come on," the Ming soldiers echoed in their hearts.

(End of Chapter 18)

Chapter 19

The first rank of Later Jin cavalry stepped into the Ming army's formation, 150 meters ahead.

Kong Youde waved his hand, and the red flag behind him fluttered. All the Ming officers watching the flag gave the order simultaneously, and all the archers instantly released their arrows. Several Later Jin cavalrymen fell, and they silently accelerated. Then came the tense nocking of arrows, drawing the bowstrings, releasing them, and another dozen or so cavalrymen fell from their horses.

After suffering the second blow, the Later Jin cavalry increased their speed again, forming a tight line as they charged forward. Forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters—the Ming musketeers shouted in unison, each taking a step forward and lighting their three-eyed fire tubes.

The deafening roar and billowing smoke triggered a chorus of neighing horses. The horses of the Later Jin front ranks, startled, spun wildly, halting just two meters from the Ming army's lines. All the Ming archers fired their final arrows, piercing the bellies of the rearing horses.

As a hail of arrows swept overhead, the spearmen of the front ranks thrust their spears, piercing the horses with bloody holes. At this moment, the Later Jin second rank of cavalry leaped over the front ranks, charging into the Ming's circular formation. Those struck were sent flying backward. Fallen horses rolled and tumbled, leaving deep furrows in the crowd.

Losing their momentum, the Later Jin cavalry immediately swerved to the sides, and the Later Jin warriors who had fallen from their horses also tumbled and scrambled to the sides, allowing the high-speed cavalry behind them to surge through the gaps and charge towards Kong Youde's command flag. Then they would dodge again, and the rear ranks would continue their charge, like waves crashing against the Ming army's battle formation.

In the blink of an eye, the Later Jin cavalry had torn the Ming army's circular formation from the periphery to its core. Seeing the situation was dire, Kong Youde and Huang Shi, without giving a warning, jumped to the side. Huang Shi rolled several times down the hillside before stopping, watching as Kong Youde's red flag was cut down, swaying and crashing to the ground.

Victory! The Later Jin commander cheered inwardly.

The moment the Ming army's command flag fell, the two hundred Later Jin warriors roared with joy. Based on their experience, this was the end of an orderly battle. The Ming army's formation was cleanly and decisively shattered, resulting in the collapse of the Ming forces at the cost of several deaths and dozens of wounded—a textbook victory. The remaining task was simply to pursue the fleeing soldiers.

The Ming army's orderly resistance had indeed come to an end. These soldiers, weary from their journey, were now only a short distance from Lushun; their families needed shelter and were waiting for them. The red flag fell, and every soldier felt their last hope ruthlessly shattered.

Huang Shi had already knelt, his face half-covered in sand, his entire body a disheveled mess. He had been obsequious before Huang Taiji; he had fawned over Sun Degong; and then it was all about escape, escape, and more escape; he had been cautious in everything he did; he had suppressed all his grievances and resentment. Was he destined to die here, amidst the chaos of battle?

Kneeling on one knee, Huang Shi suddenly drew his long sword, pointing the blade straight ahead—always relying on intrigue to harm others; always winning through despicable means; scheming against innocent girls; slaughtering innocent civilians; being chased like a stray dog; if Huang Shi is destined to die here, then he will die on the battlefield like a man, never resigned, never fleeing, never surrendering, never admitting defeat.

Huang Shi completely lost his former composure; the immense sense of frustration made it impossible for him to think calmly. An angry roar burst from his mouth: "Come and take it! If you have the guts, come and take my head! I will never die here!"

Huang Shi sprang to his feet, leaping towards the red flag. A dazzling flash of sword light followed him like a shadow. The Ming soldiers beside him were stunned for a moment, then desperately shouted to follow: "Never die here!"

This desperate cry spread like ripples through the Ming army formation. Contrary to the expectations of the Later Jin soldiers, the Ming officers and soldiers at various posts in the circular formation did not scatter and flee, but instead swarmed towards the top of the hill.

The Later Jin soldiers' will had crumbled by this point. Panting heavily, they awaited the Ming army's collapse. Some had even drawn their daggers, kneeling to search for Ming soldiers' heads. Unexpectedly, the Ming army surged in from all directions in a chaotic melee. Archers, abandoning their bows, charged forward, wielding their arrows like short swords…

Over six hundred men fought a desperate battle on the hill, both sides gritting their teeth in a frenzied melee. Every moment, someone fell cursing, each face contorted with a sinister grin, their smiles now as grotesque as demons.

Huang Shi fiercely swung his sword, clashing with a Later Jin warrior before him. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled with a roar. Each exhale was a furious shout, as did his opponent.

The Later Jin warrior standing before him was an agile fighter, deftly dodging Huang Shi's heavy blows. But Huang Shi, relying on his weight and height advantage, gradually overwhelmed his opponent, slowly cornering the Later Jin soldier. Surrounded by people, he was squeezed in. With a roar, he swung down, only to be blocked by the bastard! He swung again, again, again…

Standing before the Later Jin warrior whose head had been cleaved off, Huang Shi felt better than ever before: he felt like an invincible strongman, his entire body filled with a bloodlust; he felt his arms and legs were as strong and powerful as cast steel… He

didn't know how long he swung, how many people he had slain, but there wasn't a single Later Jin soldier left around him. Above, Kong Youde's banner fluttered in the wind once more. Huang Shi stared blankly at the proud Ming red flag, his gaze shifting downwards, and the flagpole was actually in his hand.

Two soldiers on either side took the flag. Huang Shi took two steps back, his blood-soaked longsword hanging limply, unconsciously slipping from his damp palm. Sweat poured down his forehead like a fountain; he blinked and shook his head.

"Victory?"

His arms involuntarily arched towards his chest, like his ancestors millions of years ago, and Huang Shi let out a long howl towards the sky. This howl, like that of a beast that had tasted blood, was filled with primal wildness, an excitement and joy beyond human language.

"Exhilarating! Exhilarating!" The shout continued until all his strength was exhausted, and only then did the exhilarating roar gradually fade. Huang Shi's head felt heavy; he could think of nothing, control nothing. Exhaustion surged like a tide, endless and boundless.

The Ming soldiers around him were silent, casting awe-inspiring glances. A moment after he stopped, these soldiers suddenly roared in unison, frantically waving their weapons, cheering Huang Shi with all their might.

Huang Shi glanced listlessly down the mountain; waves of Later Jin soldiers were running away, with some Ming soldiers in pursuit. The leader seemed to be Kong Youde. Yu Guangzhong watched as the Ming soldiers began to search the fallen Later Jin soldiers, killing those still breathing and severing their heads.

A wave of weakness finally washed over him. Huang Shi slowly knelt, his knees landing heavily on the ground, his head drooping limply to his chest. He groaned and closed his eyes.

It seemed a hand reached out to pull him,

"Let me rest."

The hand withdrew.

He then fell backward, his helmet slamming heavily onto the ground. His fingers seemed to touch warm, flowing liquid, but Huang Shi was too lazy to move them from the pool of blood. In the darkness, it seemed someone approached him.

"General Huang is here," a voice said.

Then someone touched his body, and another voice said, "General Huang is wounded."

Was General Huang referring to me? Was I injured? Before Huang Shi could figure it out, he felt someone tearing at his uniform. A sharp pain shot through his waist, causing him to roar and instantly become much more alert.

"It's nothing, just a few superficial wounds." A familiar voice entered Huang Shi's mind. He opened his eyes to find a face covered in filth, with drops of red sweat dripping from the ends of his hair. Kong Youde grinned at Huang Shi, "Brother, you just bled a little more."

"We won?" Huang Shi murmured, as if it were a dream.

"We won! It was lucky, but we won." Kong Youde bent down, grabbed Huang Shi's shoulders tightly, and spat in his face. "A great victory, brother!"

Kong Youde on the other side wasn't idle either. He organized his personal guards, formed a battle formation, and launched a counterattack, gradually bending the Later Jin's battle line, completing a pincer attack from both sides. Finally, he charged down the mountain to pursue them, completely scattering the Later Jin's ranks.

More than forty Later Jin soldiers died on the spot, and over a hundred wounded Later Jin soldiers were killed by the Ming army occupying the battlefield. Only less than a hundred escaped. The Ming army also suffered dozens of casualties, with over fifty seriously wounded and countless others slightly wounded.

After bandaging his wound, Huang Shi felt dizzy and unsteady on his feet. He covered his mouth with his right hand; his lower lip burned, a chunk of flesh bitten off. He sidled up to Kong Youde, who was gazing north.

"How dangerous!" Huang Shi exclaimed. "If the whole army were here, this wouldn't have happened."

Kong Youde laughed, "You want me to be Liu Bei? You're not Zhao Zilong!"

If thousands of civilians were pinned down by hundreds of cavalry, they wouldn't be able to move an inch. While dividing forces was a major military taboo, it was impossible for the vanguard to leave no less than half its strength behind. Otherwise, if the Later Jin army split off to bypass the rear guard and threaten the families of the soldiers, morale would collapse instantly.

In general, the Later Jin's superior mobility forced the Ming army to divide its forces, gaining the advantage of concentrated strength. The Ming army successfully reduced the Later Jin cavalry's mobility to infantry level, ensured the civilians' normal marching speed, and gained an intelligence advantage through the division.

"Another half day, the vanguard should be safe now, right?"

"Mostly safe."

"What do we do next?"

Kong Youde's hearty laughter rang out: "That goes without saying, of course, we escape as quickly as possible."

Huang Shi watched as Kong Youde's smile suddenly froze on his face, and the fear revealed in Kong Youde's eyes made Huang Shi feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave:

pointing to the rising dust in the distance, Kong Youde asked himself softly, "Are the Jurchens coming again?"

(End of Chapter 19)

Chapter 20

The dust was still far beyond the horizon, but it was rolling into the sky. Huang Shi knew in his heart that at least a thousand cavalrymen were sweeping in. If the Later Jin vanguard hadn't been so arrogant, thinking that defeating the Ming army was too easy, they wouldn't have suffered a defeat. However, it seemed that they were still doomed.

"Brother." Huang Shi had a thousand words in his heart, but he couldn't say a word after holding back for a long time.

More and more Ming soldiers also saw this strange scene, and the boiling blood in the soldiers' chests turned cold as frost in an instant.

"Second brother, this is where we brothers will meet our end." Kong Youde's expression suddenly lightened, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Laughing uncontrollably, Kong Youde climbed to the highest peak of the hill and gave a fist salute to the entire army: "Gentlemen, we have less than an hour left. Then let us do our last bit of strength for our people."

Huang Shi remained silent. If Kong Youde died here, the only explanation was that he had caused the disturbance; perhaps these Later Jin soldiers were pursuing him, or perhaps he had slowed Kong Youde's advance.

Not far from Kong Youde, a middle-aged soldier tightly embraced a severely wounded young soldier; they appeared to be father and son. Hearing Kong Youde's words, the man who appeared to be the father suddenly looked up and cried out:

"Sir, my two sons and I are all here. I only have two sons, and now my eldest son is dying. I beg you, sir, have mercy and let my youngest son, Ji Si, leave!" The father's words were choked with tears, and he sobbed uncontrollably.

Huang Shi saw the young soldier, his arm severed, slump limply in his father's arms, weakly moving his arm, the severed limb twitching slightly. Brother Ji seemed to want to comfort his father, but blood gushed from his mouth, and after a few gasps, he fell silent again.

Before Kong Youde could speak, Huang Shi stepped forward: "I already told you to let your youngest son leave with the main force, why is your son staying?"

A young soldier stepped forward beside the father: "Reporting to General Huang, my nephew, mother, and sisters left together. I will die with my father and brothers."

Kong Youde surveyed the silent soldiers around him and said in a deep voice: "Anyone else in this situation? Step forward immediately, leave while there's still time."

Three more boys were pushed before Kong Youde by their fathers or brothers; these three were named Xiao Bailang, Zhen Yu, and Wentes.

Kong Youde turned to Huang Shi and said, "Brother, take these four men and leave. Don't forget to offer your elder brother a cup of wine during festivals."

Huang Shi slowly shook his head, his warrior's spirit still surging within him: "Brother, why do you say that? I said I would live and die with you."

Hearing Huang Shi's sincere tone, Kong Youde almost shed tears, grasping Huang Shi's shoulders and shaking him: "Good, good brother..." He couldn't say anything more.

"You've done very well!" Kong Youde suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Our loved ones are safe, they will definitely avenge us!"

Kong Youde's personal guard captain, Lu Yinnong, suddenly rushed forward and shouted: "It's meaningless for the two generals to die here. I beg you two to give us ten years to avenge us."

After saying that, Lu Yinnong gave a signal, and several guards hurriedly stripped Kong Youde and Huang Shi of their armor, dressed them in soldiers' clothes, and one of them even grabbed some dirt and smeared it on Huang Shi's face.

"My lord, remember, it's ten years!" Lu Yinnong shouted again, "Please avenge our men!"

"Avenge them within ten years! Please avenge our men!" Hundreds of Ming soldiers who had been silent suddenly shouted, "If the two generals don't avenge us, we will die with our eyes open!"

While Kong Youde and Huang Shi were changing clothes, Lu Yinnong had already put on Kong Youde's armor and was riding on Kong Youde's horse, issuing orders.

The soldier who changed their clothes suddenly cried out, "Generals, please forgive us! There are quite a few lice on these clothes. We've made you both suffer."

"You two have had a hard journey." Another officer who had changed into Huang Shi's clothes bowed deeply to them, then turned and clapped his hands, shouting to the soldiers, "Brothers, let's sing a song to send off the two generals and our loved ones, and let the Jurchens hear our loud songs."

The Ming soldiers sat down on the ground, tapping their swords against their shields, and the archers tapped their arrows on their iron bows to keep time. Even the severely wounded soldiers, those not yet unconscious, struggled to their feet, spitting out blood and grime, waving their severed limbs, and joining the others in singing "The Girl Next Door."

Kong Youde and Huang Shi led their horses away from behind the mountain, the song following their hurried departure.

After riding for several miles, Huang Shi's dazed mind was gradually awakened by the wind. Kong Youde suddenly pulled on the reins: "Stop."

After being stopped by Kong Youde, Huang Shi saw that Kong Youde was also fully awake. He pondered for a few seconds and then jumped off his horse: "Let's go back and circle around to the mountain to the east."

"Why?" At this moment, Huang Shi was hot-blooded and had none of his usual shrewdness.

"There's no guarantee that no one will be left alive," Kong Youde's tone was both labored and heavy: "The Jurchens might know we left, and they might send elite troops to pursue us, so let's circle back to the east and hide first."

Quietly circling to the eastern hill, Huang Shi hid behind a rock and looked west. The Later Jin army was surrounding the Ming army. A west wind swept across their faces, and the clamor of the Later Jin's bugles and the roar of horses couldn't drown out the Ming soldiers' songs. A slightly melancholic love song grew increasingly cheerful.

The song contained longing for loved ones, a yearning for life, and pride in loyalty. It touched Huang Shi's soul, enveloping his heart, making him unaware of the whispers of the four young soldiers behind him.

Huang Shi only saw Kong Youde suddenly draw his sword, blocking a blade aimed at him. Startled, Huang Shi quickly turned, drawing his own sword and standing shoulder to shoulder with Kong Youde, both blades pointing at the four traitors.

Kong Youde's eyes blazed with fury: "What are you doing? Have you rebelled?"

"That's right, we've rebelled. We're going to surrender." The leader, Ji Si, spoke, his voice trembling, but the tip of his sword pointed at Kong Youde remained unmoved.

Huang Shi, after his initial shock, calmed down and asked with a cold laugh, "How can you do this to your fathers and brothers?"

"We are doing this for our fathers and brothers," Ji Si finally answered. "The heads of the two generals are very valuable. If we offer them to the Jurchens, they will surely spare our families." "

You heartless bastards," Kong Youde sneered, drawing a circle in the air with his sword. "Bring it on, you little brats. Let's see how I deal with you."

"Wait," Huang Shi suddenly lowered his sword. He stood sideways, listening intently to the song carried by the wind, a song that persisted amidst the sounds of war drums and horns.

Huang Shi planted his knife in the ground with his right hand and pointed to the battlefield with his left: "Can you hear me?"

"General Huang, is there anything else you want to say?" Ji Si's eyes welled up with tears, and the knife in his hand sank heavier: "There's no time."

"I can't see your fathers and brothers, but this song, this song can only be sung so joyfully by those with smiling faces." Huang Shi seemed dazed, completely oblivious to the danger to his life. His eyes followed his arm, looking towards the hill, revealing the back of his head to the four soldiers.

"Your fathers and brothers must be smiling, because they know you are safe, they know their loved ones are safe. They are also smiling at the enemy before them, because they know we will avenge them, they can drink the blood of their enemies even in the afterlife. Because this is what General Kong and I promised them, they know they will not be disappointed, nor will they have any regrets."

The facial muscles of the four boys began to twitch, and the tips of their knives trembled as well.

“Your brave fathers and brothers, the Jurchen swords will cut off their heads and impale them on spearheads. But their spirits will surely follow us to Lushun, protecting us and accompanying us. Yes, it will be so. They will watch us reclaim Liaodong and exterminate the Jurchens.”

The songs were gone, replaced by the sounds of battle. Huang Shi and the others saw the Later Jin launching their attack, the red flags still standing tall on the distant hills.

“They are protecting the banners of our Great Ming, hoping that General Kong and I can leave safely. They are waiting for us to avenge them. When they close their eyes, they must be looking south, and their spirits will forever gaze south.” Huang Shi sighed heavily, turning to look at the tearful boys before him, his grief overflowing from his eyes.

Huang Shi sheathed his sword, took a large step forward, and shouted in a deep voice, "If you want to save your fathers and brothers, act quickly, or it will be too late."

"General, I was wrong!" Ji Si cried out, throwing down his weapon and collapsing to the ground, burying his face in his hands and weeping. The other three also slowly knelt down towards the battlefield. Kong Youde watched them warily. Huang Shi shook his head at him, and Kong Youde hesitated for a moment before also sheathing his sword.

After a while, Ji Si was the first to stand up, his face resolute: "This subordinate apologizes to the two generals and wishes them a safe journey. I also ask Generals Huang and Kong not to forget the promise made today."

Huang Shi grabbed him: "What are you doing?"

"My lord, this subordinate has no face to live in this world, no face to see my father and brothers. I am willing to remain here as a wandering ghost." The boy became more and more agitated as he spoke:

"General Huang, I will definitely look south from this mountain every night. When the general leads his troops north, I will definitely cheer for the royal army from this mountain and pray for the general!"

Huang Shi waited until he had finished venting before gently asking: "Why do you have no face to live? Is it because you want to save your father and brothers' lives?"

"Ji Si, I ask you, no, I ask all four of you—are you willing to follow me, follow me to avenge the Jurchens, to personally cut off Nurhaci's head, and to use his blood to sacrifice for your father and brothers?"

Huang Shi shouted again: "Answer me, are you willing?"

(End of Chapter 20)

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Story:

*The Records of the National History, The True Records of Emperor Taizu's Military Achievements*

In the second year of the Tianqi reign, Kong Youde led his army and civilians south, encountering Emperor Taizu on the way. The Jurchens pressed them hard, and Emperor Taizu and Youde led their troops to cover the rear, saving the Liaodong people from danger.

During this time, the Jurchens repeatedly harassed the Ming army, and Emperor Taizu, exhausted, almost could not escape. His attendant volunteered to replace him, requesting a ten-year agreement to avenge their blood feud. Emperor Taizu agreed. They escaped and went to Lushun.

Before half of the ten-year period had passed, Emperor Taizu rode his horse to Liaoyang, killed the Jurchen chieftain, and then offered sacrifices to the dead, promising not to break his promise.

This caused a sensation throughout the land, and praise resounded throughout the country: "He who does not speak is true, and whoever speaks is always true; his promise is heavier than Mount Tai!

" The historian respectfully commented: "Ji Bu's promise is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold; how much more so a true dragon?"

Volume 6,

Chapter 1:

"I am Kong Youde, the guerrilla commander of Guangning."

"I am Huang Shi, the guerrilla commander of Guangning."

After the two loudly announced their names, the officer in the lead quickly clasped his hands in greeting: "I have long admired you. I am Zhang Pan, the military commander of Lushun and the guerrilla commander of Dongjiang."

Since the Guangning Army had been destroyed, Mao Wenlong's troops obviously needed a new designation. Although it would take some time for Dongjiang Town to be officially established, the imperial court had already bestowed upon them official seals. In addition, since Mao Wenlong's headquarters was located on Dongjiang Island—Pi Island—Mao Wenlong's troops had begun to call themselves the "Dongjiang Army."

Huang Shi and Kong Youde, who had just arrived in Lushun after overcoming numerous hardships, naturally did not know these details. Huang Shi was not surprised, as he knew about the historical Dongjiang Army, so he was not surprised to hear Zhang Pan call himself the guerrilla commander of Dongjiang.

Huang Shi's thinking was clear: three goals.

First, to win the favor of the Dongjiang Army and gain the trust of his fellow officers, making them feel that he was a living person, not a killing machine.

Second: Establishing roots in Liaodong, allowing Mao Wenlong to rely on him. Liaodong, free from the interference of civil officials, is truly a fertile ground for cultivating power and honing abilities.

Third: Independent command. As a Dongjiang officer not from the inner circle, remaining in Mao Wenlong's headquarters would put him at a disadvantage in the competition for merit. Huang Shi knew that his actions in Guangning were both an advantage and a burden. Only by achieving greater merit for Mao Wenlong could he possibly join the ranks of his confidants; he had no intention of recognizing a godfather.

Kong Youde had no such political considerations. He knew nothing about Dongjiang, but though outwardly rough, he was shrewd. In an instant, he understood. Realizing that this plate belonged to Mao Wenlong's confidant, he quickly exclaimed, "So General Mao is already the Commander-in-Chief of Dongjiang! Congratulations!"

"Congratulations!" Huang Shi, while inwardly cursing his slow reaction, also quickly echoed the compliment. Was he afraid that by not mentioning his superior's achievements in Dongjiang, others wouldn't notice his background as an outsider?

"The imperial court has appointed General Mao as the Commander-in-Chief of the Pacification of Liaodong." Zhang Pan smiled slightly, taking the hands of two suspicious-looking men. "As for why it's not called the Pacification Army, I'll explain it to you both slowly. A banquet has been prepared in the city to welcome you two generals. Please follow me."

After entering the city, Zhang Pan removed his armor and put on a dark blue official robe with a brown bear painted on the chest. He also changed into black gauze hats and black boots, and a brand-new silver-patterned jade belt adorned his waist.

Kong Youde's three thousand Liaodong civilians, all dressed in mourning, were also arranged by the Ming army in Lushun to eat and rest.

The welcoming banquet included rice wine, fresh fish and shrimp, and some vegetables and fruits. Huang Shi and Kong Youde, who had been eating meager rations for days, naturally ate heartily. More importantly, the banquet also included vinegar and sugar, and the dishes were made with sea salt, making the two men, who hadn't even had salt to eat, extremely happy.

During the meal, he toasted the two men once, and Kong Youde naturally drank it all in one gulp, even downing three bowls in a row. But when he toasted Huang Shi, he only made a token gesture and repeatedly said, "I won't."

Seeing Huang Shi engrossed in his meal, Kong Youde, feeling cheated, couldn't help but yell, "Brother, you're like a reincarnated starving ghost! What good is wine? It's not like we'll be starving tomorrow!"

Huang Shi, his mouth still stuffed with food, mumbled incoherently, gesturing wildly in an attempt to explain.

"It's alright, it's alright," Zhang Pan said with a smile, glancing at the two men devouring their food. He quickly ordered his guards to bring more hot dishes, his initial impression of Huang Shi's tough exterior blurring.

At the start of the meal, Huang Shi and Kong Youde were fully dressed, but the scalding food quickly turned the two ravenous eaters into sweaty messes. They quickly removed their armor and loosened their belts. Before they put down their bowls and chopsticks, burping contentedly, Zhang Pan waited for them politely, without saying a word.

Kong Youde was the first to strike up a conversation with Zhang Pan. They chatted about their journey to Lushun, Kong Youde beaming with pride. Zhang Pan secretly admired him as he recounted his command of the campaign. The two talked for a long time before Huang Shi finally said he was full and asked for a bowl of salted meat soup to aid his digestion.

Hearing Kong Youde repeatedly call Huang Shi "brother" while Huang Shi addressed him as "elder brother," Zhang Pan inquired about it. Upon learning that the two had become sworn brothers, he quickly offered his congratulations.

Kong Youde diligently applied makeup to Huang Shi's face, and Zhang Pan, seemingly casual, asked a few questions, but each one hit the nail on the head, quickly figuring out who had contributed more.

Huang Shi noticed Kong Youde's face growing increasingly red, knowing he was worried about not having made a significant contribution. In truth, after the Battle of Guangning, Huang Shi had no more worries.

Although Huang Shi was grateful, he secretly sighed that the generals of this era were not very knowledgeable, seeing that Kong Youde did not mention his nicknames "General of the Dung Pit" and "General of Bathing." This kind of military hygiene system, worthy of being passed down through generations, was truly a great achievement.

The conversation naturally turned to the situation in Liaodong. Kong Youde and Zhang Pan were both first-rate generals of the time, and Huang Shi had a wealth of knowledge from later generations. The three men shared their opinions, and their insightful views and foresight far surpassed those of the Guangning civil officials.

They all agreed that the Ming army did not yet have the ability to compete with the Later Jin on land. Therefore, the topic quickly shifted to the maritime frontier. For example, Lushun, in the traditional Chinese sense, was merely an isolated city, deep behind enemy lines, but thanks to the continuous supply from Pi Island, it showed no signs of being isolated; on the contrary, it was full of vitality.

"General Mao plans to use the sea as our border, constructing a defensive line along the islands of the Liaodong Peninsula and the coastal fortresses of Liaodong. As long as the Jurchens lack a navy, this line will be impregnable." Zhang Pan spoke with considerable confidence and self-satisfaction.

"General Mao is a man of great talent and strategy," Kong Youde complimented in a low voice. Having just arrived in Lushun, he was still influenced by traditional military thinking, so seeing Lushun cut off by land and surrounded by hostile lands for thousands of miles, he felt somewhat uneasy.

Zhang Pan had witnessed Kong Youde's concerns many times before, as a traditional Chinese military officer. He wasn't quite sure how to explain it—in military strategy, such isolated and seemingly hopeless situations could actually provide the opportunity for outward expansion.

In fact, Zhang Pan himself hadn't figured out this principle yet, so he decided to let Kong Youde experience it for himself in the future: "The only thing to worry about is the Jurchen's sea ban. The Jurchens have ordered that no one is allowed to live along the coast for fifteen miles, and all fishermen must move inland. This has caused a lot of trouble for our army in collecting supplies and personnel."

"That's because you're overthinking it, Lord Zhang." As someone from a later era, Huang Shi had a deep understanding of sea power, and he didn't share Kong Youde's unease at all: "The Jurchens are essentially giving up on competing with our army for the sea frontier by doing this. It's incredibly foolish."

"Incredibly foolish?" Kong Youde frowned. "Why?"

"General Huang, tell me, this humble general thinks this move is quite ruthless." Zhang Pan also immediately looked over attentively. Mao Wenlong had established a series of isolated coastal strongholds, and Huang Shi was the first soldier Zhang Pan had ever seen who wasn't worried about this at all.

The Chinese of this era could not yet understand the importance of sea control. Huang Shi knew that the confidence he displayed would be very noticeable: "By doing this, the Jurchens are essentially giving up control of the coast, which is tantamount to announcing to the entire Liaodong region: as long as you escape to within fifteen miles of the coast, you will be under the rule of the Ming Dynasty!"

Huang Shi laughed and said, "How can we control the thousands of miles of coastline of Liaodong? That's one point."

"And the second point?" Zhang Pan immediately pressed.

"Secondly, it's because of the vast Liaodong coastline. Our army can send spies into Liaodong at any time to launch attacks. The Jurchens only have fifty or sixty thousand men; how can they possibly guard them all? And thirdly..." Huang Shi pondered for a moment, then turned to Kong Youde and asked, "What do you think is the third reason, brother?"

(End of Chapter 01)

A towering building rises from the ground. Chapter 02

Kong Youde stroked his beard and remained silent. Zhang Pan glanced at him a few times and said, "Thirdly, it's because of the vast Liaodong coastline. Our army can transport troops by ship, landing anywhere. The Jurchens will find it impossible to defend against us."

"That's right, that's right." Huang Shi was somewhat disappointed, but still clapped his hands and laughed. Zhang Pan also laughed. Only Kong Youde remained deep in thought, and the two gradually stopped laughing and looked at him.

Kong Youde finally spoke, “This isn’t my third thought. I believe that with the Jurchens’ ban on the sea, fishermen will either flee to General Mao’s territory or relocate inland to become farmers. Our navy will naturally grow stronger day by day, while the Jurchens will never be able to establish themselves. The Jurchens abandoning the coast might be temporarily disadvantageous to our army, but in the long run, it allows our army to grow stronger.”

Huang Shi was secretly pleased; his elder brother’s judgment was sound!

Kong Youde continued, “As our navy grows stronger, battles will naturally increase, and the vast coastal region will be constantly engulfed in war. Every defeat the Jurchens suffers will force them to retreat, but even victories cannot shake our foundation. Hehe, our army is already in an invincible position.”

“Isn’t invincibility the same as certain victory? If the Jurchens only have the ability to hold the line, then it’s only a matter of time before our army pushes the line northward,” Huang Shi immediately interjected, adding, “Brother is right, General Mao is a man of great talent and strategy.”

“General Mao is a man of great talent and strategy,” Zhang Pan and Kong Youde echoed in unison.

After the banquet, Zhang Pan summoned his advisor and dictated a letter to Mao Wenlong: "...Kong Youde excels in military affairs and is decisive in battle. I congratulate you, sir, on gaining another valiant general. Huang Shi, Huang Shi."

The advisor waited a long time without hearing anything further and couldn't help but ask, "Master, what about Huang Shi?"

Zhang Pan thought for a while, then nodded and said, "This man's talent seems to lie not in military matters but in strategy, therefore I cannot judge him. I feel that Huang Shi is a master strategist, seemingly like a civil official. He made many surprising remarks today, which I have enclosed with this letter..."

In Huang Shi's mind, what he said undoubtedly pertained to military matters, but the Ming Dynasty military generals clearly disagreed with his views. Since the Ming Dynasty, Ming generals primarily considered how to manage and train troops, and how to capture enemy generals and flags.

Therefore, Huang Shi's words were more like those of a civil official than those of a general. To say a military general is like a civil official was a very high compliment in the late Ming Dynasty. It's similar to the original timeline of Huang Shi

, where someone might be described as "You really don't resemble so-and-so." (Author's note: This is just for ease of understanding; please do not take it literally or quote out of context.) The next day, Huang Shi and Kong Youde moved their troops to the rear. According to Mao Wenlong's orders, all fleeing soldiers were to be reorganized and sent to the rear; frontline commanders were not allowed to take them in themselves. As for the Liaodong civilians , they were to be sent to various military settlements on islands, where they would engage in production and labor according to the instructions of Pi Island.

Outside Lushun Fort, refugees were everywhere. The garrison built hundreds of shelters, providing them with rice porridge daily. The road to the port was lined with endless refugees and their makeshift huts. The Ming army provided necessary thatch for them to build shelters for warmth, but they lacked sufficient firewood. Many of these Liaodong civilians, surviving on rainwater and thin porridge, would not live to see their relocation.

"To see the people suffer so much is a disgrace to the soldiers of our Great Ming!" He Baodao said indignantly, having regained his mobility.

Huang Shi sighed upon hearing this and turned to ask Yang Zhiyuan, "Our army has received some new military rations. Are there any surplus?"

"I'll go check right away,"

Jin Qiude shouted. "How could there be? Lushun only provided enough fresh water and rice for a few days at sea. They don't have much." "

My lord, that's not what I meant," He Baodao said, feeling that Huang Shi had misunderstood him. "I was just expressing my feelings. I know our army doesn't have many supplies. Thinking back on our journey to Lushun, the villagers we encountered were all innocent sons of our Great Ming. Our army was powerless to protect them and even had to plunder them. I feel ashamed and only hope to return to Liaodong as soon as possible to avenge this humiliation."

Jin Qiude rolled his eyes from behind.

The ships assigned to Huang Shi, Kong Youde, and their hundreds of troops were dozens of fishing boats of varying sizes. The weapons and armor of the ordinary soldiers had been handed over to Zhang Pan, and all the horses were left behind; only the officers and some personal guards retained their equipment. The Ming army in Lushun, having continuously absorbed the equipment of fleeing soldiers, now possessed considerable fighting strength.

Before boarding, Huang Shi ordered each boat to prepare sufficient firewood and, more importantly, to carry chamber pots. Huang Shi strictly commanded everyone to drink boiled water, use chamber pots, and wash their hands with seawater. Kong Youde smiled silently as Huang Shi issued these orders, which were all carried out without question. In

April of the second year of the Tianqi reign, Huang Shi and his men arrived at Guanglu Island, the reception station for fleeing soldiers of the Guangning army. Most of the fleeing soldiers of Guangning lacked commanders; after being assessed here, they would be assigned to the garrisons throughout Dongjiang. Zhang Pan, the Dongjiang Training Commander, was responsible for receiving the fleeing soldiers.

"I've long heard of General Huang's unparalleled loyalty and righteousness." Zhang Pan said with admiration upon meeting Huang Shi. "General Huang upheld justice even at the cost of his own family, and his slaying of the traitor Sun Degong is a feat we all deeply admire."

"I dare not accept such praise. In the end, we were unable to defend Guangning."

"General Huang once said, 'If Guangning cannot be preserved, I have no face to enter the pass.' We all admire that as well." Zhang Pan continued his flattery.

Although food was scarce on the island, the welcoming feast was still quite lavish for a high-ranking officer like Huang Shi. Zhang Pan, like a monkey presenting a treasure, served Kong Youde and Huang Shi each a large bowl of fatty pork.

Faced with the huge bowl of fatty pork, Kong Youde ate with a beaming smile, his mouth dripping with oil, while Huang Shi felt nauseous. Although he had been in this world for several years, he had not developed the slightest interest in fat. Finally, amidst the astonished gazes of everyone, Huang Shi presented the large bowl of white, greasy pork to Kong Youde.

Furthermore, unlike the others, Huang Shi had no interest in drinking. It was Kong Youde who once again came to his rescue, proving that Huang Shi rarely drank.

On the journey from Guanglu to Pi Island, Huang Shi and Kong Youde were accompanied only by their few personal guards. Zhang Pan also sent a small squad of soldiers to protect them, to replenish their lost personal guards. Kong Youde let Huang Shi choose first, and the rest he would keep.

It was extremely rare for Huang Shi and Kong Youde to bring a fully-fledged unit to surrender. Zhang Pan somewhat embarrassedly told them that the soldiers had to be selected and assigned tasks based on their physical condition. Most soldiers would be sent to cultivate land, while the rest would be assigned to generals in various parts of Dongjiang who urgently needed combat troops.

Huang Shi and Kong Youde had to go to Pi Island to meet Mao Wenlong. They were both guerrilla generals, so only Mao Wenlong himself could decide their future assignments. The troops they would command would also be replenished according to their positions, which meant they would lose their own troops.

However, Zhang Pan wouldn't take all their men; their personal guards would be retained, and their officers could also request to be retained. Kong Youde nonchalantly stated that he wouldn't retain any officers, while Huang Shi reorganized the officers into his personal guard and took them away.

(End of Chapter 2)

A towering building rises from the ground. Chapter 3

In public, Kong Youde seemed indifferent, but in private conversations with Huang Shi, he still seemed resentful about losing his troops.

"Brother, do you still remember Zhang Pan's position in Guangning?" Huang Shi asked Kong Youde coldly.

"I think he was just a lowly soldier." Kong Youde remembered Zhang Pan's self-introduction at the banquet.

"And Zhang Pan?"

"Seems like he's a low-ranking soldier too."

"That's right," Huang Shi sighed, the pain of missing Mao Wenlong's campaign at Sanchahe still lingering in his heart: "Zhang Pan is now a guerrilla commander, and Zhang Pan is a centurion. A year ago, all of Mao's officers were low-ranking soldiers. Any random soldier from the Guangning routs would have been more senior than them, but now they're all far below them."

The speaker had clearly forgotten about himself. Huang Shi had risen through the ranks like a somersault, from a low-ranking soldier to a general in just a few months, but judging from his tone, he seemed quite dissatisfied.

Kong Youde hadn't even thought of the oddball in front of him. Hearing this, he sighed repeatedly. If the Guangning routs weren't dispersed and replenished, and the defeated generals' troops weren't stripped, then Mao Wenlong's new batch of officers wouldn't be able to command the superiors of his superiors from a year ago... The

silent Kong Youde slowly furrowed his thick eyebrows into a deep knot, burying his head in deep thought. Huang Shi didn't disturb him. It seemed that becoming Mao Wenlong's godfather was Kong Youde's destiny.

Huang Shi stepped out of the cabin and gazed quietly at the sea. He believed his performance in Lushun had been commendable, leaving a more profound impression on Zhang Pan than on Kong Youde, an impression that would undoubtedly reach Mao Wenlong.

"The ambush I planned in Zhenjiang is finally going to come in handy. I'm far superior to Kong Youde." Huang Shi pondered this for a long time. When he came to his senses, he noticed a guard sent by Zhang Pan closely protecting him.

"Thank you for your trouble," Huang Shi smiled at the young soldier.

"You flatter me, Lord Huang. It is my honor to protect a hero like you," the soldier, who looked only sixteen or seventeen, said, his eyes radiating fervent admiration.

After the Battle of Guangning, Huang Shi had seen this kind of look many times. At sixteen or seventeen, the boy was at the pure and passionate age: "What's your name?"

The boy bowed deeply and solemnly answered loudly, "Biao Xia Hong Antong."

"Hong Antong?" Huang Shi was slightly surprised by the name: "How do you write three characters?"

"Replying to Your Excellency, Hong as in flood, An as in peace, and Tong as in smoothness," Hong Antong answered without hesitation.

"Judging from your name, you don't seem like a military family's son. Why are you in the army?"

"General Huang, you are wise. I was originally from a wealthy family in Shenyang. When the Jurchens invaded Liaodong, my entire family was slaughtered. I vowed to avenge my family. Hearing that General Mao was counterattacking Liaodong, I came to join your army."

"How old are you this year?" Huang Shi asked kindly.

"Reporting to General Huang, I am seventeen this year."

Still a minor, Huang Shi glanced at Hong Antong's underdeveloped, thin frame. The respectful young soldier had a boyish face, but a resolute expression. "I see you are quite agile for your age." "

Reporting to General Huang, my family originally had many martial arts instructors and bodyguards, and I have also learned some kung fu."

"Oh, what did you learn?"

"I learned the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training."

Huang Shi looked at the boy with increasing curiosity, wondering if he had entered a martial arts world with kung fu. He tentatively asked, "I heard that this kung fu requires a virginity training."

"Reporting to General Huang, only I survived from my entire family," the boy said, his head bowed, but Huang Shi seemed to see a murderous aura of hatred slowly emanating from him. "I have also heard some people say that my late father's original intention was merely to use this to strengthen his body. Even if all his efforts were wasted after starting a family, it wouldn't be a pity."

“I know I am unfilial, but how can I not avenge this blood feud that has ravaged my entire family?” The young man’s chest heaved violently, his voice slightly hoarse, but not a single tear fell. He calmed his breathing and continued,

“General Huang, my elder brother shielded me with his body. I am the only one left alive. At that time, I watched helplessly as my mother and sisters were taken away by the Jurchens, heard their cries and the laughter of the Tartars, but I dared not utter a sound.”

Hong Antong confided his long-hidden secret to his hero, his tone as calm as if he were recounting someone else’s story: “I collected the bodies of my grandfather, father, uncles, and aunts, and swore an oath at the graves of dozens of my family members that I would practice martial arts diligently and kill all the Tartars, no matter what. As long as I have a breath left, even if I cannot marry, I will avenge them.”

“You were just a lowly soldier under Commander Zhang Pan, weren’t you?”

“Yes, General Huang.”

“Did you join the army before the Battle of Zhenjiang?”

"Reporting to General Huang, I joined the army as a sailor at Sanchahe."

Huang Shi glanced at him silently. He knew the hardships of soldiers and that sailors had a lower status than soldiers in the army. Huang Shi found it hard to imagine what kind of strong emotions were supporting this young man: "So, are you a soldier now?"

"Yes, General Huang." Hong Antong's tone remained unusually calm, without a trace of pride or arrogance: "I fought bravely under Captain Zhang Pan, beheading two enemies, so I was granted special permission to join the army."

"Hmm," Huang Shi hesitated, deciding to confirm the world he was in: "Having practiced the Thirteen Bodyguards' external martial arts, can you take on ten at once?"

"No."

"Oh, then, do you know how to use poison? Hmm, the kind of poison that requires an antidote once a year?" "

... No."

"No, right? Then do you know any Twin Monks?...No, do you know Lu Gaoxuan?...No, I don't know him either...Do you know how to raise poisonous snakes ?"

"..."

It seemed he hadn't come to a martial arts world. Huang Shi secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he wouldn't have to bother learning the Bone-Melting Palm.

"Since the Jurchen rebellion, many people in Liaodong have lost their families and homes; you're not the only one." In any case, Huang Shi didn't believe in any kind of "virginity-training" technique; wasn't it just about consuming calories and protein? These meats all contain phosphorus; at most, eating fish and shrimp will supplement some. If this stuff isn't given to women as a gift, it'll just end up being wasted. He decided to try persuading her: "Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is having no descendants."

"General Huang is absolutely right, but I'm determined." Hong Antong's face was full of stubbornness.

"Is that so? Do you think your family's spirits in heaven would want you to do this? Your elder brother risked his life to protect you, and you want your ancestors to have no descendants?"

Hong Antong fell silent instantly, then suddenly erupted violently after a while. The unrestrained wailing shocked Huang Shi; he hadn't expected these words to be so damaging.

Hong Antong's words to Huang Shi weren't entirely true. The Later Jin soldiers had insulted his mother and sisters right in front of his father's corpse, but Hong Antong had hidden under his elder brother's body, not daring to even breathe. Every time he thought of his cowardice at that time, his heart ached terribly, and he was in so much pain he could barely breathe.

Huang Shi's words reminded him of his own wretched existence, of all the men in his clan dying to protect their families, his eldest brother shielding him with his body—that bloodied face reappearing before the boy's eyes, his mother's and sister's screams echoing in his ears:

"General Huang, my resolve is firm. I will not abandon my martial arts until I avenge this blood feud."

(End of Chapter 3)

A towering building rises from the ground. Chapter 4:

"But virginity training isn't necessarily useful. Believe me, practicing martial arts is less effective than eating more meat and wearing iron armor." For some reason, Huang Shi always had a special enthusiasm for this name. In fact, such tragic family tragedies were common among the Liao people who sought refuge with Mao Wenlong.

"It will definitely be useful, General Huang." Hong Antong was stubborn.

You have technology, I have divine skills. Huang Shi absolutely did not believe such words. If people could withstand swords and spears through abstinence, there would be no airplanes or cannons.

It might just be boasting, self-praise, or the bodyguard might simply be a conman, but Hong Antong clearly believed it without question, or perhaps he didn't even try to doubt it, subconsciously treating this behavior as atonement.

"You just said you beheaded two enemies and were promoted to soldier?"

"Yes, sir, I am now a soldier of the Dongjiang Army."

"Good. I happen to need personal guards, and a loyal and righteous man like you is exactly what I admire most. Are you willing to serve me?"

"Yes, General Huang, serving General Huang is my wish. I will protect General Huang with my life."

After being glared at by Huang Shi, Hong Antong suddenly realized his mistake and changed his words, "Thank you for your promotion, sir. I will definitely serve you to the death!" Huang Shi

patted the boy's shoulder, silently promising the boy and himself in his heart, "Master Hong, whether it's you or him, come with me. You don't have to live with hatred and live among venomous snakes after the fall of the Ming Dynasty. I will give you a better future and a normal marriage."

The reason he was sensitive to this name was because Huang Shi, this nationalist, was not only narrow-minded but also unable to recognize that ethnic integration was the historical trend. He lacked the lofty ideals of some son of a bitch, who would try to reconcile with an executioner with a smile. Forgiveness is only true forgiveness when bestowed by the strong upon the weak; otherwise, it borders on surrender.

Just as the same shout of "Stop!" carries entirely different meanings when uttered by the victor and the vanquished. Huang Shi believed that after the Xinhai Revolution, the Han Chinese could generously unite with ethnic minorities, but to demand the same of the ancients would undoubtedly be to exonerate traitors. Huang Taiji was still alive and well, far from being utterly defeated, and the blood debts he owed had not been repaid.

After the rise of the Later Jin, many Liaodong civilians were massacred, and a significant portion of them joined the Guangning Army. For example, Kong Youde joined the army to avenge his father and brother. After the Guangning Army was destroyed, many Liaodong people, including Kong Youde, who harbored deep-seated hatred for the Later Jin, flocked south to join Mao Wenlong, the deputy general of Guangning, allowing the Dongjiang Army to grow and expand.

According to Huang Shi's account of his history, in the following few years, the population controlled by Nurhaci plummeted from several million to 700,000. By the end of the fifth year of the Tianqi reign, Nurhaci had become ruthless, and his ethnic policies began to destroy the Han Chinese army of the Later Jin. Traitors such as Li Yongfang and Sun Degong were either killed or imprisoned by the Later Jin, and the Han Chinese population under his rule was

almost entirely wiped out. Meanwhile, Dongjiang Town gradually recovered the entire Liaodong Peninsula from scratch. By the fifth year of the Tianqi reign, Dongjiang Town had entered its golden age. The Han Chinese army of the Later Jin began to defect to the Ming army in organized groups. At one point, the town had a population of 500,000 and more than 50,000 soldiers. In the most pessimistic estimates, Mao Wenlong controlled at least 300,000 Liaodong people.

During this period, in contrast to Nurhaci's massacres, the Ming army in Liaodong vowed never to surrender, and their fighting spirit was unprecedentedly high. Their advance even reached the gates of Shenyang. Haizhou, Guangning, Zhenjiang, and a large part of Liaodong, which were still firmly under the control of the Later Jin, were abandoned by the Later Jin. The war had already begun along the Fengcheng and Anshan line, and the Later Jin regime was on the verge of collapse.

Unfortunately, the brilliant and ambitious Huang Taiji succeeded to the throne. The Later Jin corrected the ethnic discrimination policies of the old madman Nurhaci, and Huang Taiji also demonstrated an amazing ability to win people over. The outflow of population from Liaodong to the Dongjiang-controlled area was stopped, and the hearts of the Han people in Northeast China were stabilized in just a few years.

After Mao Wenlong's death, Huang Taiji was able to defy the odds and annex the Dongjiang army, which was his deepest enemy, greatly expanding the population and military strength of the Later Jin. For example, in the Battle of Jinzhou, in addition to its own problems, the Ming army was also hit by a once-in-a-century tsunami, which struck just as the Ming army arrived, and tens of thousands of officers and soldiers were swept away by the natural disaster.

This history is like rolling dice; time and again, Huang Taiji always lands a triple, while the Ming Dynasty either rolls a ten or a one. Aside from "divine will," "seeing ghosts in broad daylight," or some kind of overwhelming aura, Huang Shi doesn't know how else to explain it. If a god truly exists, Huang Shi believes the true god of this era must be one of the Manchu people.

Upon arriving at Pi Island, Huang Shi once again found himself in the center of attention. His old subordinates, like Zhao Manxiong, were alright. But his newly recruited personal guard, Hong Antong, and the recently recovered He Baodao, boasted to everyone they met, wanting everyone to know that their current superior was Huang Shi, the hero of Guangning.

Speaking of Sun Degong, who led to the annihilation of the Guangning Army, everyone in Dongjiang was filled with rage. They had heard the story of Huang Shi personally killing the traitor many times, but the officers and soldiers still gave him a thumbs up: "Delightful!"

His act of sacrificing his own family for the greater good cloaked himself in a sanctity. Since the Dongjiang officers and soldiers admired his magnanimity in regarding wealth and honor as dirt, they naturally vied to see this legendary hero. In comparison, Kong Youde was practically a follower.

In front of the worshipping crowd, Huang Shi always maintained a humble face, easily deflecting the overwhelming flattery, always stating in a sophisticated manner that loyalty was the first priority of Ming soldiers.

Kong Youde, also caught up in the fervor, jokingly called Huang Shi "our great hero."

"Brother, you flatter me," Huang Shi said, his admirers dwindling as they approached Mao Wenlong's residence. "I'm no hero; I'm no match for you in battle."

"What does heroism have to do with fighting? A hero is one with lofty ideals," Kong Youde retorted dismissively. "

That's the opinion of scholars; our standards as soldiers are different."

Just as Kong Youde was about to argue, they heard several civilians nearby exclaim, "Look, that's General Huang, who killed Sun Degong!"

Kong Youde turned and smiled at Huang Shi. "Looks like you're a hero in the eyes of the people too."

Huang Shi smiled and was about to reply when he faintly heard a young woman's voice ask, "Is that the Huang Shi who even killed his fiancée?"

This question immediately wiped the smile from Huang Shi's face. The Battle of Guangning was a heavy burden, and fame was a double-edged sword.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Kong Youde probably didn't hear that sentence, and even if he had, he wouldn't have thought it was a big deal. Kong Youde obviously didn't know Huang Shi's worries, but he saw that Huang Shi seemed to have changed completely in the blink of an eye.

"Nothing, brother."

A novel once said: When you leave this world, those words of praise can never fly as high as your soul. Accompanying your soul are the curses of the innocent, heard by the highest God.

Huang Shi chuckled self-deprecatingly: Fortunately, I know there is no savior in this world, everything must be earned by myself. Before running out of resources, I must become a true general, I must gain Mao Wenlong's trust, I must obtain my first base and my first pot of gold.

(End of Chapter 4)

A tall building rises from the ground Chapter 5

Huang Shi, observing Mao Wenlong up close for the first time, discovered that this historical hero of the late Ming Dynasty was not the fierce general he had imagined.

Mao Wenlong, dressed in the crimson robes of a second-rank official, received them. He wore a black gauze hat with gold trim and his long, flowing beard was neatly combed. Unfortunately, his large knuckles betrayed his military nature, and the deep wrinkles on his face spoke of the hardships he had endured since his youth. His bright eyes warned Huang Shi that he was no inexperienced or easily deceived officer.

Mao Wenlong's gaze lingered on Huang Shi's striking figure for a long time before turning away: "I have heard of your experiences in Lushun. At this time of national misfortune, to have loyal and righteous men like you is truly gratifying."

Seeing the two men about to feign modesty again, Mao Wenlong waved his hand and focused his gaze on Huang Shi: "Guerrilla Commander Huang, have we met before?"

"Lord Mao, you are wise. This humble general has been to Zhenjiang."

"It really is you!" Mao Wenlong laughed heartily. "Since we parted in Zhenjiang, I've been worried about your safety. Now I can finally rest easy."

Ignoring the surprised looks of the surrounding officers and Kong Youde, Mao Wenlong leaped up from his chair, strode down, and grabbed Huang Shi's hand. "Commander Huang, your talent is outstanding. I've long wanted to have a long talk with you, and today I finally have the opportunity."

While holding the obsequious Huang Shi, Mao Wenlong turned to Kong Youde and said, "I hereby appoint Kong Youde as the garrison commander of Sanshan Island. You will soon go to Sanshan Island to train troops."

Kong Youde, who had been demoted two ranks in one go, immediately changed his form of address, no longer calling him "Lord Mao," but bowing respectfully. "Yes, sir." With

the fall of Guangning Town, many of the Guangning officers were dismissed, and the rest were mostly punished and demoted. Of course, this did not include Huang Shi, who was being used as a flagpole by the court. The court had already approved Fang Zhengru's appointment, and the Ministry of War had added the title of Vice Commander-in-Chief before his name. At this time, Huang Shi was unaware that he had already attained the rank of a third-grade official. If Mao Wenlong were to keep him, he would at least be given the position of a third-grade guerrilla commander in Dongjiang.

However, Mao Wenlong knew all this. After speaking to Kong Youde, he turned to Huang Shi and smiled, "I have prepared a welcoming banquet for Guerrilla Commander Huang. Kong Youde, you should come too." He made no mention of Huang Shi's identity.

This immediately made Huang Shi feel uneasy. He quickly asked, "Lord Mao, this humble general also wishes to serve you immediately."

"Hehe, this general also very much hopes that Guerrilla Commander Huang can serve under me." Mao Wenlong chuckled twice, his expression becoming somewhat somber. "However, this matter is not something this general can decide."

"What does Lord Mao mean by this?" Huang Shi became even more uneasy.

"It's a long story, let's take our seats first."

At the welcoming banquet, Huang Shi was filled with unease and naturally couldn't eat anything. Seeing this, Mao Wenlong felt it best to explain first: "Huang Shi, your meritorious act of beheading Sun Degong and your pacification of the Guangning rebellion have been reported to all military garrisons by the court through the official gazette. You are now a third-rank military commander, concurrently holding the title of guerrilla general. The Liaodong Military Commissioner—now Lord Wang Zaijin—has ordered the Liaodong Ming army to report immediately upon discovering any trace of Guerrilla General Huang."

Because of this order, when Huang Shi arrived in Lushun a few days ago, the report was immediately sent to Pi Island and the Liaodong Military Commissioner's office. While Huang Shi was delayed in Guanglu, the Liaodong Military Commissioner's order had already reached Dongjiang Island, ordering Huang Shi to be immediately transferred to Shanhaiguan for further orders.

Mao Wenlong then explained the origin of the order to Huang Shi: "After the defeat at Shaling, the Guangning army either fled or surrendered, but only Guerrilla Huang resolutely returned to his post and beheaded the traitor Sun Degong, for which the court highly praised him. Moreover, when the court investigated the responsibility for the Guangning battle, both the former Liaodong governor, Lord Wang, and the military commissioner, Xiong, were deeply impressed by you."

On the other hand, Fang Zhenru successfully led over ten thousand Guangning troops to retreat safely to Shanhaiguan. In addition, after Wang Huazhen fled, he burned a large amount of military supplies stored in Guangning before his escape. Thus, Fang Zhenru received a calm evaluation, and the court also valued his opinion on the Guangning army.

"Both Inspector Fang and Prefect Gao praised Guerrilla Huang highly in their memorials, so the Liaodong military commissioner wants you to go to Shanhaiguan immediately." Mao Wenlong told Huang Shi the whole story from beginning to end, and smiled, saying, "Therefore, Guerrilla Huang no longer belongs to the Guangning army, and the Dongjiang army cannot keep Guerrilla Huang either."

Huang Shi never expected that after all the hardships he had endured to get here, he would still end up in western Liaoning. He knew very well that there would be almost no opportunity to make merit in Liaoxi for the next three years, and the military families of Liaoxi firmly held all the positions in the Guan Ning Army, leaving him no chance to rise in rank.

Huang Shi, anxious and impatient, couldn't help but argue: "Shanhaiguan is 1,200 li away from Liaoyang, and Lord Mao is behind the Later Jin. I am not talented, but I do not want to go to Shanhaiguan to enjoy a comfortable life. Instead, I want to stay here to fight the enemy and make merit."

"I understand Huang Shi's feelings," Mao Wenlong said, spreading his hands with a regretful expression. "But this is the General's order. I am merely following orders. Huang Shi is both loyal and brave, and should be transferred to Shanhaiguan."

Although Mao Wenlong had no real power to keep Huang Shi, he also had some reservations about him. First, he felt that Huang Shi was too unfathomable; the impression Huang Shi had left on him in Zhenjiang was too profound.

Second, there was the matter of Huang Shi killing Sun Degong. Sun Degong had been incredibly kind to Huang Shi, yet Huang Shi had turned on his benefactor without hesitation, personally slaughtering all the male members of Sun Degong's family and having his soldiers divide up Sun's concubines, maids, daughters-in-law, and wives. Although Mao Wenlong admired Huang Shi's loyalty and courage, this ruthlessness was truly chilling.

In any case, no matter what Huang Shi said, Mao Wenlong said he was truly powerless to help him. Huang Shi understood that in the eyes of the imperial court and the Liaodong military commissioner, elite troops were naturally intended to protect Shanhaiguan Pass. Since Mao Wenlong refused to help, he himself would not stay in Liaodong. Frustrated, Huang Shi began to drink alone—a move that surprised Kong Youde, who had always assumed he didn't drink.

"I haven't yet thanked Guerrilla Commander Huang for the Zhenjiang matter," Mao Wenlong

said, trying to change the subject when the atmosphere suddenly became heavy. "You flatter me, Lord Mao. It was merely loyalty to the country," Huang Shi replied without hesitation.

This answer deepened Mao Wenlong's respect for Huang Shi, but also increased his unease. In any case, while one may admire a hero of noble character, it's difficult to feel a sense of closeness. Strangers and misunderstandings bring distance and a vague fear.

Besides, he had no right to keep him, Mao Wenlong thought to himself, but aloud he congratulated him: "Shanhaiguan is also a crucial place. Guerrilla Huang will surely be highly valued here. I wish Guerrilla Huang a swift success."

"Indeed," Kong Youde also toasted Huang Shi: "Brother, don't be discouraged. Where is it not to serve the Emperor and the court?"

Was it possible for Mao Wenlong to intervene? If so, how could he persuade Mao Wenlong? Huang Shi pondered deeply.

(End of Chapter 5)

A towering building rises from the ground. Chapter 6

"Thank you, General Mao, thank you, elder brother." Huang Shi drank the wine in one gulp: "I also wish elder brother a bright future. I wish General Mao great achievements and a place in history."

Help often stems from sympathy, and sympathy comes from understanding, or from resonance. That must be the reason, right?

Huang Shi racked his brains, trying to come up with a few inspirational poems, but none were quite suitable. He had originally planned to use classical allusions so Mao Wenlong wouldn't misunderstand, but limited by his literary skills, he had to resort to plagiarizing later works.

Fueled by alcohol, Huang Shi murmured, "A man wields his sword alone, seeking fame and fortune three thousand miles away."

He decided to stop while he was ahead, avoiding unnecessary embellishments. This poem also had the advantage of being suitable for a subject. Without the domineering air of Mao Zedong's poems, he wouldn't be arrested as a traitor. Huang Shi felt that not a single poem by Mao Zedong could be used, or his life would be in danger.

After Huang Shi finished reciting, Mao Wenlong, holding his wine bowl, seemed stunned, a glint in his eyes as he stared at Huang Shi. But it was only for a moment; Mao Wenlong immediately put down his bowl and clapped his hands: "A fine poem! Truly a man's spirit! Did you write it, Huang Youji?"

"No, I heard someone else recite it before," Huang Shi replied, not daring to boast.

Classical Chinese lacks punctuation; punctuating a text is a basic skill for a scholar, while composing lyrics and poems is a more advanced technique—roughly equivalent to literacy and writing a doctoral dissertation. A modern person who can't even punctuate fluently, no matter how good or numerous the poems or lyrics they recite, will certainly be accused of plagiarism.

It's like a modern person seeing an illiterate person holding numerous first-rate calligraphy works; they'll know it's not their work, but rather stolen. Huang Shi had used punctuation marks for the first half of his life, and although he had adapted to this era for a few years, his punctuation was still awkward, so he didn't dare to spout any poetry.

"Oh, whose poem is it? What's it called?"

Huang Shi shrugged: "This humble general only remembers the content; the name is long forgotten."

"I see, 'Seeking a title three thousand miles away, seeking a title three thousand miles away.'" Mao Wenlong recited this line of poetry several times. His ideal was to be a marquis, but he didn't publicize this ambition in the army. At this moment, only Huang Shi, with his historical knowledge, saw through his heart in the entire Dongjiang.

"Is General Huang's ambition to be ennobled?" Mao Wenlong suddenly asked Huang Shi.

"I'm just being presumptuous, General Mao, please forgive my arrogance," Huang Shi admitted shamelessly.

"So General Huang has such ambitions," Mao Wenlong smiled, a smile full of friendliness that gave people a warm feeling: "Impressive!"

This smile made Huang Shi happy, and he carefully said, "This humble general was once a beggar, and when I was down on my luck, I made a living by fortune telling."

After saying these two sentences, Huang Shi noticed that Mao Wenlong's expression became subtle. Historical records show that Mao Wenlong was poor and destitute in his youth, and also made a living by fortune telling and begging.

"General Mao, please forgive my foolishness. Fortune-telling is just a way to swindle a living. Without fortune-telling business, I would beg on the streets, sometimes hungry, sometimes full, barely surviving. But even in my most desperate times, I've always harbored the ambition to achieve great things, to be ennobled and appointed a general."

Kong Youde laughed heartily, while Mao Wenlong smiled and shook his head, his right hand unconsciously tapping the table in front of him. He recalled how, when he was down on his luck, he had boasted to his relatives: "I won't give up until I'm ennobled!" His friends and family considered it a strange story, ridiculing him mercilessly. He was so ashamed he wanted to disappear into the ground.

Huang Shi continued, "When the Jurchens rebelled, Lord Wang Huazhen ordered men to infiltrate their army for training. Everyone was afraid to go, but I, though knowing this mission was fraught with danger, gladly accepted, for fortune favors the bold."

Kong Youde praised, "Brother, you truly have courage."

Mao Wenlong remained silent. Years ago, when Wang Huazhen recruited brave men to attack Liaodong, even the tens of thousands of soldiers in Guangning dared not go. Mao Wenlong, however, selected fewer than two hundred soldiers and sailed three thousand li by sea, launching a surprise attack on Zhenjiang, beheading the Jurchen general, and recovering four hundred li of lost territory. This was the Ming Dynasty's first successful counterattack, its first slaying of a general, its first presentation of prisoners to the emperor, and its first recovery of lost land. Mao Wenlong had also secured the position of deputy commander-in-chief by gambling with his life.

Huang Shi downed another large bowl of wine, determined to feign drunkenness and ramble on: "Everyone thinks I, Huang, am loyal and righteous, but I also have my own selfish motives. In the battle of Xiping, that traitor Sun Degong sent me to my death. If I were truly loyal and righteous, I should have died to serve my country. But I, Huang Shi, haven't yet accomplished anything, and I refuse to die no matter what. So I must escape back to Guangning, and I must fight to the death to kill that traitor Sun and earn merit. I'm not afraid of others saying I'm afraid of death, but I'm afraid of dying in obscurity."

"Brother, you're drunk." Kong Youde saw that Huang Shi was becoming increasingly incoherent and tried to pull him away.

Huang Shi shook him off and continued: "If I were truly loyal and righteous, I should have fought alongside my soldiers in the battle outside Lushun. But I consider myself a hero, and I absolutely refuse to die in vain!"

These words silenced Kong Youde, who didn't know what to say. Mao Wenlong, however, murmured: "A hero's true nature, only a true hero can be like that!"

Mao Wenlong then recalled his experiences of disguising himself as a common soldier and escaping in Zhenjiang and Longchuan. Even in defeat, Mao Wenlong refused to die on the battlefield, hoping to escape with his life and continue his ideal of recovering Liaodong and being ennobled and his sons granted titles.

"My lord, you are wise," Huang Shi said, bowing to Mao Wenlong, his tongue already thick with drink, "I consider myself a dignified man, and how can a dignified man not be famous throughout the world, how can he not be ennobled and his sons granted titles? Therefore, I am unwilling to go to Shanhaiguan, where there is no opportunity to become famous and to be ennobled and appointed as a general."

“A true man should naturally make a name for himself,” Kong Youde agreed, then raised another bowl of wine to Huang Shi: “Brother, I toast you.”

Both Huang Shi and Kong Youde eventually became completely drunk, but Mao Wenlong refused to drink another bowl. He had his guards help the two men out to rest, then remained alone at the table, rereading Zhang Pan's letter, and silently recalling his first meeting with Huang Shi in Zhenjiang.

“Someone so much like me, ambitious and capable, practically a carbon copy of myself twenty years ago. His experiences are almost identical. Such a person shouldn't remain unknown—just like myself…”

Huang Shi was in a difficult position. If he were to slink to Shanhaiguan in disgrace, he couldn't face his loyal subordinates who had followed him all the way. For a soldier, heavy losses were understandable, but meaningless casualties were unacceptable.

Mao Wenlong weighed the pros and cons in his mind. Wang Huazhen's kindness was something he would never forget. In order to exonerate Wang Huazhen, Mao Wenlong had written six times, repeatedly trying to use his military merits to save Wang Huazhen's life.

"For someone like me, the opportunity to make a contribution is the true kindness. Sun Degong gave him a daughter, but he's ruining his future. If I were in that situation, Sun Degong wouldn't be a benefactor but an enemy. Hmm, back then, it was Lord Wang Huazhen who gave me a hand and helped me get ahead. Shouldn't I give him a hand now?"

(End of Chapter 6)

A towering building rises from the ground. Chapter 7

"General Mao has granted me the title of Guerrilla Commander of Dongjiang, and appointed me as the Commander of Changsheng, returning my old troops and leading a thousand strong men." Huang Shi proudly introduced the situation to his subordinates.

Originally, according to the order of Wang Zaijin, the Governor of Liaodong, Huang Shi had to go to Shanhaiguan immediately, which made him spend a sleepless night last night. This morning, Mao Wenlong showed Huang Shi a letter: "This is a letter I wrote to the Liaodong Military Commissioner; I'm asking him for you."

The letter first claimed the Liaodong war situation was very tense, and Mao Wenlong poured out his grievances. He then declared that an immediate counter-offensive was needed, hence the urgent need for a fierce general like Huang Shi.

Next came his complaints, pointing out that since the first year of the Tianqi reign, apart from the 50,000 taels of silver bestowed by the Emperor, not a single grain of rice, bean, or coin had been received from Dongjiang. He subtly suggested that since the Liaodong Military Commissioner was requesting personnel on behalf of his superiors, he should expedite the payment of outstanding wages.

Mao Wenlong also set a price: 150,000 taels of silver and 120,000 shi of rice—enough for 10,000 soldiers' annual pay and rations—plus weapons and cloth.

"If the Liaodong Military Commissioner really gives it to..." Mao Wenlong said with a smile, "then I'll have no choice but to sell out Guerrilla General Huang."

Huang Shi returned the letter, barely suppressing his gratitude: "Your Excellency's kindness is beyond repayment."

"Very well, I hereby officially appoint Guerrilla General Huang as Dongjiang Guerrilla General, and will send the appointment to the Ministry of War for registration immediately." Mao Wenlong generously did not demote him, which surprised Huang Shi, but he immediately received his answer.

Mao Wenlong tapped on Wang Zaijin's letter: "Huang Youji is already a Vice Commander-in-Chief. Judging from Wang Jinglue's intentions, you should at least be promoted to Lieutenant General when you arrive in Liaozhen. However, I can only give you the rank of Youji. General Huang

, please don't complain about the low rank." "This humble general has just arrived in Dongjiang and has not yet achieved any merit. I dare not ask for too much."

If Huang Shi were immediately promoted to Lieutenant General, Mao Wenlong was afraid that his direct subordinates would complain. Now, seeing Huang Shi's departure, he was quite satisfied: "It's good that General Huang understands my difficulties. Now, let me explain General Huang's work."

Mao Wenlong's intention was for Huang Shi to remain in the Pi Island Central Army, serving as the main force of Dongjiang. Although being close to Mao Wenlong's headquarters would provide better guarantees in terms of supplies and manpower, Huang Shi hesitated repeatedly and still requested to be transferred to a local post.

"Changsheng Island?" Several captains had never heard of this place and asked in unison, "Where is it?"

"Northwest of Lushun, it's a very large island. Our Great Changsheng Island goes without saying, but even the Small Changsheng Island is larger than this Dongjiang Island." Huang Shi casually introduced the situation, having Zhang Zaidi unfold a map and pointing to a location in the inner bend of the Bohai Sea, just south of Fuzhou and not far from Jinzhou.

"That's great." Jin Qiude was initially delighted, but immediately became suspicious: "Then how come it's our turn?"

"A deserted island, uninhabited. Besides, it's the crossroads between the north and south." Huang Shi pointed to the narrow strait between the island and the mainland, saying, "It freezes over for ten to several dozen days in winter, and the ice is strong enough for cavalry to pass through." Huang

Shi believed that since he wasn't from Mao Wenlong's direct line, staying in the Dongjiang headquarters might not offer much of a future, so it was better to go out and manage an independent island. However, this dangerous location was one that Huang Shi chose himself; a small island would rely too much on the support of the Dongjiang headquarters, which wouldn't be conducive to expanding the army.

In Huang Shi's original timeline, Changsheng Island, renamed Changxing Island after the establishment of the People's Republic of China, was the largest island north of the Yangtze River, covering over 300,000 mu (approximately 20,000 hectares). During the Republic's era, the island was not known for agriculture, but rather for its economy, primarily based on aquaculture, tourism, and shipbuilding, developing numerous fish farms and natural hot springs.

Unfortunately, Huang Shi was unaware of this. When he first saw the island's prominent size on the map, he fell deeply in love with it and immediately requested permission from Mao Wenlong to garrison it.

This choice surprised Mao Wenlong. At that time, the island was sparsely populated, and since the rise of the Later Jin dynasty, Fuzhou and Jinzhou had fallen. The island was too close to the mainland, and its inhabitants had long since moved inland according to the sea ban, making the annual freezing period even more dangerous.

"A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall," Mao Wenlong tried to persuade Huang Shi, pointing out that Haiyang Island, Changshan Island, and Guanglu Island were all good locations. "

This humble general only seeks to kill the enemy and achieve merit. If I were far from enemy territory, it would be contrary to my wishes," Huang Shi insisted, determined to find a large island to expand his army and train troops. Seeing Huang Shi's unwavering resolve, Mao Wenlong didn't say much more, only instructing him to be cautious and not to be too fixated on one place. He

suggested that if the island's defenses were weak in winter, the entire island's military and civilians could be taken to sea. Huang Shi, however, was focused on establishing a strong foundation and consolidating his power, so Mao Wenlong's advice was completely ignored.

The two also discussed strategic planning, which was to be expected. Mao Wenlong naturally hoped Huang Shi would succeed. Once Changsheng Island became a fortress, not only would Lushun have reliable flank support, but Jinzhou would also be under the Ming army's nose, allowing them to spy on Fuzhou and even advance towards Niangniang Palace and approach Haizhou.

However, while hope was important, reality had to be faced. Since the success rate of this military adventure was extremely low, Mao Wenlong didn't want to invest too much. In the end, Huang Shi successfully obtained the Changsheng Commandery, a thousand able-bodied men, and a small number of fishing boats. In addition, Mao Wenlong allocated some grain seeds and tools, but Mao said that there was nothing more for the time being.

On April 16th of the second year of the Tianqi reign (1623), Huang Shi, the Vice Commander-in-Chief, Guerrilla General of Dongjiang, and Supervisor of Changsheng, returned to Zhang Pan's command, led his trusted subordinates, and then set out for Changsheng

Island. The small fleet sailed on the vast ocean, like a black ant on a smooth mirror, slowly but resolutely advancing northwest. Sunlight poured down, the sea breeze whipped at their faces, and Huang Shi stood at the bow, the red tassel on his helmet burning like flames, dancing joyfully with the fiery red military flag. Yang Zhiyuan, Zhao Manxiong, Jin Qiude, and He Baodao stood closely behind him. The boundless blue pool stirred their hearts, their souls and spirits merging with this magnificent sight.

The ships traversed the vast sea, like eagles soaring across the sky. The fertile black earth, hidden behind the sea, silently watched these joyful fledglings. Like witnessing a fledgling eagle spread its wings and take its first flight, the earth will always watch over them, recording the warriors' footprints in Liaodong and every step they took in building their empire.

On April 20th, Huangshi's troops arrived at Changsheng Island.

"What a desolate island!" Yang Zhiyuan couldn't help but exclaim, and the officers all shared the same sentiment.

The entire island was covered by dense forest, with a few open spaces along the coast and some dilapidated houses abandoned by fishermen. Huang Shi patrolled the island and found the situation was worse than expected. The entire island was undeveloped, and the eastern coast was only three or four hundred meters from the Nanxin Port on the mainland.

"Fortunately, the Later Jin dynasty implemented a sea ban, which kept both Nanxin and Beixin Ports uninhabited. Otherwise, with mainland fishermen around, we wouldn't be safe even in summer," Huang Shi exclaimed. Then, he clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the officers: "This is our territory now, gentlemen, let's discuss our ideas."

(End of Chapter 7)

A towering building rises from the ground. Chapter 8:

They needed to cut down forests, level the land, cultivate crops, recruit refugees, and train soldiers. Their suggestions were based on the traditional farming and warfare approach, but everyone understood that food was everything. With food came manpower, which could then be used to forge weapons, cultivate land, train soldiers, and finally launch a northern expedition against Liaodong.

"Clearing the land is the most urgent task. Then we should hurry up and sow seeds to store more grain for winter," said Yang Zhiyuan, a soldier by birth, who was already anxious because he felt the farming season was overdue.

"Commander Mao allocated five thousand shi of grain, enough for us to eat for half a year. Hopefully, we'll have a harvest by then," He Baodao chimed in. He had no experience in farming and had already decided to be a hands-off manager.

Zhao Manxiong suggested going hunting. He reported finding deer, bears, and jackals. With meat to supplement their diet, they could eat the grain more slowly and should be able to last until harvest.

"This year is very cold again, and I'm afraid there won't be a good harvest from farming," Huang Shi said calmly, outlining his plan: "We'll focus on fishing and hunting, cutting down trees to make salt, storing wild animals and fish, or even stringing the fish together and drying them for military rations."

"My lord, you mustn't!" Yang Zhiyuan exclaimed anxiously, "If everyone goes fishing, we won't have time to cultivate the land. Food is fundamental; fishing and hunting can't solve the big problems. This year is very cold, but who can predict the weather? We still need to do our best to farm."

Huang Shi thought to himself, "I know about the weather. The internet says that from 1580 to 1650, sunspot activity disappeared for seventy years, a period known as the 'Little Ice Age.' With insufficient manpower, farming will likely result in a complete crop failure, and then it will be too late to cry."

"My lord, please reconsider." Seeing Huang Shi remain silent, Yang Zhiyuan pleaded again, "Heaven has ordained our Ming Dynasty. Heaven will surely bless our army and grant us a bountiful harvest. Since it has blessed us to have overcome so many dangers to reach this place, it will certainly not let our soldiers go hungry."

Huang Shi remained silent for a long time, carefully considering Yang Zhiyuan's words…

The Ming Dynasty allocated 100 million mu of farmland as military settlements, with the produce used as military funds. Starting from the Wanli era, with the arrival of the "Little Ice Age," grain production in northern China plummeted. Military households had to fight, engage in various forms of labor such as weapons production, and with insufficient manpower, the harvest from military settlements was less than the amount planted.

To address this, Emperor Wanli frantically levied mining taxes, commercial taxes, and porcelain mine taxes, using these funds to ensure the fighting capacity of the border troops, but also driving many artisans to ruin. Therefore, although Emperor Wanli won the glorious military achievements of the "Three Great Campaigns," he could not escape the historical infamy of "Wanli's oppressive rule."

Huang Shi's modern knowledge made him feel incredibly capable, but he absolutely refused to believe he was powerful enough to alter the sun's orbit. During the Tianqi reign, the military households along the nine borders sowed and toiled with unwavering hope year after year, but their labor yielded no reward. Xuanda Town went thirty-six consecutive months without receiving a single bushel of rice.

Soldiers in Datong could sell their sons and send their wives and daughters to work as prostitutes for food; they even managed to beg for a considerable amount along the streets. But Huang Shi's thousand-plus soldiers had nowhere to even beg.

The current problem was that Yang Zhiyuan's advice was sincere and frank, but Huang Shi, with his vast historical knowledge, couldn't openly express it, which frustrated him.

"Summon the entire army. Yang Zhiyuan, go and select those with farming experience. Tonight, I will discuss farming with you."

"Your Excellency is wise." Yang Zhiyuan was pleased that Huang Shi had accepted his advice and immediately ran off to gather the military households.

That evening, Huang Shi carefully questioned these experienced military households, describing the various American crops he knew.

"No potatoes. Looks like they haven't been introduced to China yet," Huang Shi muttered to himself. There was no time to hesitate; the land absolutely couldn't be used for planting.

Sweet potatoes seemed to be available, though Huang Shi thought their nutritional value was relatively low, but it didn't matter; at least they could be used to make porridge and sweet potato noodles. Carrots, on the other hand, had existed since the Tang Dynasty. They were very helpful for night blindness, though not a cure-all, but long-term consumption could effectively alleviate the symptoms. Most of Huang Shi's men

suffered from night blindness to varying degrees. "There are two types of corn: tall stalks and short stalks. Tall stalks are drought-resistant, while short stalks are resistant to lodging."

"What does 'lodging' mean?" Huang Shi knew nothing about agriculture.

"It's... it's wind. The wind won't damage the crops. This is my hometown slang; I apologize for the confusion."

"I just don't understand... I'm not joking... I really don't understand... Alright, no need to apologize anymore."

Huang Shi wasn't indifferent to face, but now he only led a little over a hundred soldiers and a thousand able-bodied men, and was reclaiming a dilapidated island. If he still cared about saving face at this point, it would be incredibly tactless.

“It must be windy on the island, so let’s plant low-stalk corn.”

After deciding on the crop, Huang Shi noticed Yang Zhiyuan’s face darken again. However, with a large group of able-bodied men present, Yang Zhiyuan couldn’t openly object, and could only anxiously scratch his head. Huang Shi chuckled inwardly. The Chinese tradition of avoiding speaking ill of superiors sometimes had its advantages; at least he didn’t have to waste time arguing with Yang Zhiyuan in front of everyone.

“My lord, please reconsider. I’ve inquired, and one mu of corn yields one shi of grain.” Yang Zhiyuan, who hadn’t had a chance to speak at the small meeting, immediately voiced his opposition.

“Hmm, then supporting one soldier requires fifteen mu of land, one able-bodied man requires ten mu, and one laborer requires six mu. They’ll also need to marry and have children. Based on 1,500 households, our army will need about 20,000 mu of land.” This number startled Huang Shi; so much land was required.

"So we can't plant corn, the yield is too low."

Better something than nothing, Huang Shi said decisively, "That's settled then. I don't think the weather will be good this year."

"Yes, sir," Yang Zhiyuan reluctantly agreed, "Then we need to cultivate more land."

Zhao Manxiong also offered a suggestion: "Sir, we can hunt. There are many deer on this island, and we can also fish."

Fish is a high-quality protein source, and it doesn't take up farmland. "How many deer and how many fish can we catch in a year?" "

It's hard to say about wild animals, but if we have three or four hundred skilled fishermen, I think we can catch a million catties a year."

A million catties of fish—that sounds like a considerable number! Huang Shi happily grabbed a twig and drew a diagram on the ground, thinking that this would feed many more mouths: "If each person eats three catties of fish a day, that's a thousand catties a year, and we can still net over five hundred thousand catties of fish. Commander Zhao, if we have a thousand people fishing, can we catch three million catties of fish?"

"Fish can't be eaten as food," Yang Zhiyuan couldn't stand it anymore.

"Why not? Grilled fish is delicious."

"My lord, grilled fish is indeed delicious, but after a couple of days, we can't eat it anymore. We still need to grow crops."

"If you can't eat it, you can try another way, like boiling the fish."

"My lord, may I ask, what if we can't eat boiled fish either?"

"Then fry the fish."

"My lord, frying fish requires oil, a lot of oil."

"Then we'll have grilled fish again."

(End of Chapter 8)

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