It is estimated that even the number of people who died yesterday was not enough. Today, half of the officials in Zhending Mansion will have to die.

Tsk tsk tsk.”

Listening to the words of Lu Chun, a person with "reliable intelligence", Niu Shimu's sense of honor for joining the reserve conscripts became even stronger.

This is a county magistrate who can be dealt with casually. Who can afford to offend him?

As he was talking, the army soldiers over there, under the guidance of the broadcasting equipment operation guidance team from Zhending Mansion, opened the solar panels and began to charge the large battery.

The foot-operated generator was also started to operate by the two volunteers on duty. Gradually, the battery began to supply power, and then the training of the operation of the broadcasting equipment began.

At 6:30 p.m., a voice started to sound on the radio on time.

"People of all prefectures! Hello, I am Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty..."

After Chongzhen's voice rang out, all the noisy open spaces stopped. The sound of several loudspeakers spread for several miles on the poles, almost covering the entire treatment area.

"To all the people fleeing from Shanxi, Henan, Shandong, and Shaanxi, don't worry, don't panic, don't be afraid.

Actively cooperate with the management of the Royal Army, wait for distribution, and if you are willing to go home, we will organize your return to your hometown after the disaster relief situation is stable.

Don't worry, go back. If you are bullied or occupied in your hometown, I will dispatch the Royal Army to help you get it back! If there is not enough land, I will divide the wasteland for you.

For those who want to keep, I will measure the real estate in Zhili and allocate wasteland to you. As long as the land does not exceed a certain share, you will be exempted from land taxes and levies for three years.

I will also provide you with drought-resistant grains and agricultural tools so that you can settle down and live your life! This is the same for you who choose to return to Shanxi."

"Long live your Majesty!!"

"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"

Facing everyone's speech, Chongzhen didn't talk too much about the truth. He just talked about what to do, what he wanted the victims to do, and what they would gain if they did so.

The people are ignorant, but at the same time, the people are also smart. They understand that what Chongzhen said is for their own good, and they also understand that what Chongzhen said is an unprecedented good thing.

"Finally, I want to give good news to the people of Shanxi and Henan!

Just this morning, two regiments of the Royal Army set out from the capital.

They will go to Shanxi and Henan to take charge of disaster relief tasks in the two places. After the epidemic in Zhili is controlled, I will dispatch more Royal Army troops to provide disaster relief in various places in the Ming Dynasty.

I need the people of Shanxi and Henan to explain to the people along the road that they should stop coming to Zhili. The court's disaster relief is coming!

In short! The imperial court has not forgotten you, and I have not forgotten you! You are my people, and I will do my best to treat you and protect your lives and property!

Remember, natural disasters are not terrible. As long as I am here and the Royal Army is here, we, the people of the Ming and Han Dynasties, will never give up! My people, not relying on gods and Buddhas, but relying on ourselves, will definitely be able to defeat heaven!"

"Victory over heaven! Victory over heaven! Your Majesty overcoming heaven!"

After eating and being satisfied, the refugees' enthusiasm was unprecedentedly high. The refugees in Henan and Shanxi were even more excited because the Royal Army was actually going to their hometown.

For people who really can't survive due to drought, if they can, they actually don't want to leave their hometown. After all, their ancestral graves are there and their roots are there.

And what Chongzhen said about helping open up wasteland and providing drought-resistant seeds hit their chests, and everyone felt that good times were coming.

In the early morning of the next day, the news that the imperial court was going to Shanxi and Henan to carry out disaster relief operations had been sent to the two provinces through channels yesterday, and the reserve conscripts had been sent to the two provinces to convey the news.

Therefore, the flow of people in various passages has been significantly reduced. Of course, there are still many people who don't believe it, even though the preparatory conscripts changed into old clothes when they returned, and their hair and face were dirty.

But the state of not worrying about life still made people along the road suspicious, so some people still insisted on walking to Zhili.

At Weize Pass, a group of refugees rushed outside the pass and were surprised to find that the soldiers standing on the tower today had turned into a few soldiers they had never seen before, all dressed in green, with their mouths and noses covered by white cloth.

What surprised them even more was that Wei Ze opened the door after closing it.

"Folks! Please don't block the road! Please go to the rest and settlement area over there and collect your food. Everyone will be accommodated. Don't crowd. Looters will be detained."

Yes, the pre-resettlement site at Jingxing came directly from Zhending Prefecture across the province.

Mainly because there will be a large army passing by today, so in order to prevent the people from passing by and affecting the army's trucks, I am here to advise the people to wait.

When the refugees heard that they could receive food, they all ran towards the valley on the side, and then lined up obediently under the guidance of wooden sticks and muskets.

Niu Shimu is now holding a wooden stick and wearing his new clothes, looking around at the door.

"I don't know how big the car is that will come later?"

Niu Shimu, who was talking to himself, looked at the closed door. The city gate was five meters wide and more than six meters high. It had the aura of an unparalleled level.

While he was thinking, a beeping sound continued in the distance. Liu Shimu just took one look and was frightened.

Condescendingly, on the official road in the direction of Jingxing, there are hundreds of trucks driving like a long queue, all with double flashers on. Even in broad daylight, the light is shining, which is very shocking.

There are two hundred trucks. If the safety distance of more than ten meters required for each vehicle is included, a full three kilometers of official road from Weize Pass to the front will be occupied by trucks.

This kind of transportation force was something that even the Eighth Route Army did not dare to think about during World War II, but now it was used by Chongzhen to transport soldiers, equipment, and supplies, bringing a power that transcended the times.

The refugees who were eating steamed buns in the valley and listening to the explanation also heard the sound of beeping. Then a truck rushed through the L-shaped door and came out, facing the sun, driving on the temporarily widened official road.

When the refugees looked at the truck rushing out, they were stunned for a moment, and then they all cheered. The truck was full of soldiers, and there were some stacked boxes. In their view, those were disaster relief supplies.

"Xiucai! What's written on that car?"

"Let me see, your Majesty is here to provide disaster relief! It is the Royal Army, under the guidance of Your Majesty, who has come to Shanxi to provide disaster relief!"

"What the military master said is true! Oh, is the portrait on that car the same as His Majesty?"

"The imperial court has really come to provide relief! Your Majesty is wise! This looks so majestic!"

The continuous flow of trucks made the refugees who had not yet reached Jingxing cheer. Why did they go to Jingxing? It was just because Jingxing allowed people to survive.

Now that the disaster relief Royal Army has arrived in Shanxi, their good days are about to come.

In this case, who would be willing to leave their hometown, and who would be willing to go to a completely unfamiliar territory?

In particular, the Royal Army's trucks all have on-board speakers and are broadcasting messages all the way.

[People of Shanxi, I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty! I have asked the Royal Army to come to provide disaster relief. All land in Shanxi will be exempted from taxes this year, and all taxes will be halved this year! If officials violate the rules, the Royal Army will enforce justice on my behalf! ]

[Attention, folks in Shanxi, the Royal Army promises not to move anything from the people. They are not bandit soldiers! They are here to provide disaster relief, and they are here to save my people, who cannot survive because of the disaster!]

One truck after another along the official road, after passing Weize Pass, the loudspeakers were blasting along the road. When passing through Pingzhou City and Shouyang City, they would also find the magistrate for handover.

Then along the official road, after sending a report to Chongzhen, he "airdropped" the pontoon bridge of later generations to the water surface, and finally passed through Yuci and arrived at Yangqu County, Taiyuan Prefecture.

The other route of the Royal Army was even more miserable. It also set off this morning, passed through Handan, left Guangping Prefecture, and officially entered the border of Henan.

Then we followed the official road down from Anyang Xinxiang, passing through at least ten county towns, and finally stopped in front of the Yellow River. The progress was very slow.

The Yellow River is indeed almost dry, but it is still more than ten meters wide where it should be, and trucks cannot pass it.

Fortunately, the drone followed the river and finally found an easy place to cross the river, and then lowered the bridge again.

After receiving the news, the Royal Army followed the official road and crossed the river near Wushe. They temporarily opened a road and allowed the car to go on the official road one kilometer away again. Finally, they arrived in Kaifeng in the evening.

In the capital, Chongzhen was sitting in the drone command vehicle, looking at the Royal Army below that had arrived in Kaifeng and was waving flags in celebration, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The disaster relief operations in Henan and Shanxi are finally about to begin. Li Zicheng, the Royal Army will send your information to me soon and let me see where you are. I ask you to make a big fuss."

The drones have already arrived in Henan, and Chongzhen was unwilling to give up until Li Zicheng was brought out.

At this time, in Pinglu County, Henan Prefecture, Li Zicheng's army was resting here, waiting for an opportunity to take action.

Faced with the drones on the Zhili side in the north of Shanxi, they couldn't get through. Zuoliangyu in Huguang didn't let them pass because Chongzhen defeated the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Zhang Guowei and Gao Mingheng resisted the pressure and kept pushing forward, so they could only decide to flee to Shaanxi. In short, the wheel of history had been completely twisted, and even repairmen could not fix it.

The peasant army did not know that their leader Li Zicheng was dying.

In the spacious room, all the windows were closed, and only one doctor was treating Li Zicheng. He looked at Li Zicheng's eyes, which had turned white, shook his head, and then walked out.

"Mr. Zhong, how's it going?"

"Oh, my throat is swollen, evil spirits have entered my body, old injuries have recurred, and maggots are crawling around in my body. It can't be cured, it can't be cured! I'm afraid it will only last a day or two."

"It really can't be cured?"

Song Xiance looked at the doctor and asked gently. The doctor was repeating it again and suddenly bit his tongue to react.

"It can be cured! It can be cured! It's just that this medicinal material is difficult to find. It requires a hundred-year-old ginseng, plus Polygonum multiflorum and Cordyceps sinensis to cure it. I'll look for it when I go back."

Niu Jinxing and Song Xiance were not surprised when they heard what the doctor said. Lan Chengcheng, who was waiting on the side, and He Jin looked at each other and shook their heads after hearing this.

"Hey, sir, why would you lie to us? If it can't be cured, it can't be cured. How could you tell the truth? Well, it's because you know too much."

"You guys! Uh, uh."

thump.

Without blinking, Song Xiance wiped the blood stains from his face, and then looked at a few people.

"Ju Ming, Zhengshi King, Zuo Jin King, Jiexuan, and Maoheng, Zongdi.

We have invited famous doctors in Pinglu County who are good at treating pimples and trauma. Every doctor said the same thing, the prince is hopeless, and it has only been in the past two days.

However, the great cause of resisting the Ming Dynasty must continue. Our Chuang Wang Army always needs to be led by Chuang Wang.

Whether it is King Zuo Jin, King Zhengshi, or Ju Ming, you are all top generals, I suggest we just..."

‘Squeak!’

The door was opened, and Li Zicheng, who looked thin and hunched over, clutching his abdomen, walked out with difficulty.

"What are you doing? Cough cough cough! You, cough cough cough!"
To be continued...