The current stage is still the beginning of a business. Whether it is a group or a country, when it was first established, it was basically possible to work together and forge ahead in unity.

Because the conditions at that time were usually very difficult, and it was more likely to find a chance of survival from a desperate situation, so one had to be cautious and walk on thin ice.

But when the environment improves, the spirit will relax, there will be more contradictions and conflicts, and personal selfishness will become stronger, and internal friction will increase.

For example, now, the Ming army only firmly controls eastern Sichuan, and the Qing court is still a behemoth, and the situation of attacking the whole country from one corner has not fundamentally changed.

Therefore, whether it is a duke, a prince, or an official in a government office, they must tighten their strings and not allow slack. There is no time and energy to waste in internal fighting, and there is no such nastiness and strife after a long period of peace.

Even the common people are the easiest to be satisfied. There is no war, they have enough to eat, and they don’t ask for good things, so they are already grateful.

But Huang Li knew that when the foundation was solid, or it occupied a larger territory, enough to compete with the Qing court, it was entirely possible that the struggle for power, corruption and internal strife that existed during the Yongli court period would occur.

If a person has no long-term worries, he must have immediate worries. Huang Li cannot predict in advance what kind of problems will arise, but he is already aware that he still needs to solve them as soon as possible to nip them in the bud.

For example, it is time for the princes and princes who were born in the Shun Army to explain their concerns and make their attitudes clear.

After discussing with Hao Yaoqi, Huang Li led four battalions of troops and auxiliary troops, carried ammunition and supplies, and marched towards Dafang.

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Lu County borders Yongchuan of Chongqing to the east, Hejiang County of Luzhou City, Fushun County of Zigong City to the west, and Rongchang of Chongqing to the north.

As Omi is a major agricultural production area in Sichuan Province, a large number of soldiers' families are resettled here. It not only takes care of the military families, but also makes it convenient for soldiers to go home or return to the army by boat.

As beings with a higher status than ordinary immigrants, soldiers are naturally the first to eat the big pie and are more hopeful about the future.

Hu Daxiong took a carriage back from the town, picked up grain in a basket and walked to the village, specially walking by his own field.

Looking at the green rice seedlings, his heart felt as sweet as honey, and he opened his mouth with a cheerful smile.

As a prisoner of the Ming Army's first major victory in the capture of Yiling, Hu Daxiong walked step by step, from laborer to supervisor, and then to the vanguard. He finally became qualified to become a Ming Army soldier and participated in the combat operation against Huguang.<

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In this military operation, Hu Daxiong's biggest gain and happiest thing was to reunite with his family and persuade them to immigrate to eastern Sichuan.

In fact, there is no need to waste any words. The harsh oppression of the Qing government has already pushed more people to the side of the Ming army, including Hu Daxiong's family.

When approaching the entrance of the village, Hu Daxiong saw a limping figure staggering towards him. He couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. He hurried up to meet him and shouted: "Brother."

Hu Daying chuckled and said, "I guess you'll be back soon, so I'll come to greet you." As he said that, he stretched out his hand to get the pole.

Hu Daxiong dodged and said angrily: "It's just this little food. It's coming home soon. Do you need someone else to pick it up?"

Hu Daying's eyes flickered, he grinned bitterly, stopped snatching, and followed his brother towards home.

This leg was broken by a government official while transporting grain to Maolu Mountain. To be able to save his life, Hu Daying is already luckier than many civilians.

"In a few days, I will return to the team." Hu Daxiong said slowly: "The whole family depends on you. My father is not in good health, and my mother and sister can't do heavy work, but it's you who have to work hard."
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Hu Daying hummed and said: "Don't worry, your legs and feet will not be delayed from work. I will take good care of you at home. But you, you are blind on the battlefield, so you must pay attention to safety."

Hu Daxiong smiled and said: "Whether I join the Qing army or join the Ming army, you see, I have been fighting for so many years, but have I not injured a single hair? With God's blessing, I am sure everything will be fine."

In response to his brother's bragging, Hu Daying nodded vigorously, believing that God can bless his brother in safety. This is the care and love from the heart.

"Big brother, second brother, you are back!" Twelve-year-old Hu Xiaomei threw down the broom in her hand, shouted happily, ran over and opened the courtyard door.

Although Hu Daying was lame, he still had the majesty of an eldest son. He scolded: "You are almost a big girl, can't you be steady?"

Hu Daxiong didn't take it seriously, with a smile on his face. He wanted to reach out and touch the girl's head as before, but Hu Xiaomei ducked away with a smile.

"Did you buy it? You must have forgotten." Hu Xiaomei looked left and right, pouting.

Hu Daxiong slapped his head in annoyance and said repeatedly: "Look at this head, I'm so forgetful. I'll go to town tomorrow. Or, I'll take you with me."

Hu Xiaomei was originally very angry, but when she heard that she was being taken to the town, her anger turned into joy. A smile broke out on her face, and she stared at her big black eyes and asked, "You agreed, you will definitely take me to the town!"

"It's agreed, I keep my word." Hu Daxiong walked to the warehouse carrying the grain and promised.

"Then I want to choose beautiful floral cloth by myself. You can't object." Hu Xiaomei followed her second brother, took a few steps forward, and opened the door of the warehouse.

"Okay, I'm making clothes for you anyway, as long as you think they look good." Hu Daxiong poured the grain into the large vat, finally looked at the opportunity and reached out to touch the girl's head.

The small courtyard is neatly tidied up, and although there are only a few rooms with adobe walls and thatched roofs, Hu Daxiong's family is very satisfied.

The key is that I enjoy the preferential treatment of military dependents without the harsh labor of forced labor, so I feel more at peace.

Moreover, even if the government wanted to recruit husbands, they would still be paid. Although it was not a lot, it was in sharp contrast to the rule of the Qing court.

Father Hu turned around from the backyard, holding a hoe in his hand. He had obviously just finished tending the small vegetable garden. Seeing his children playing around, a smile broke out on his wrinkled face.

Hu Daying took the hoe and said, "I'll go check out the fields," and then staggered out of the yard.

Father Hu looked at his eldest son's back and sighed helplessly. Although it didn't affect his work, it was not easy to get a wife.

Hu Daxiong came over, pulled up a bench, asked his father to sit down, took out a few banknotes from his pocket, and handed them all into his father's hands, "It's useless to be in charge of food and drink in the army, so just keep it at home."

Let’s do it!”

Father Hu didn't give in. He accepted it with a hum and said in a deep voice: "Save it and give it to your brother. Didn't the official say that you can exchange it for silver in half a year? I guess I can't regret it."

Hu Daxiong nodded and said: "With so much money, the government will definitely not break its promise. When the crops are harvested this season, I will repay the loan first. My military salary is enough for my family. I can save it in two years at most."

Some wealth."

Father Hu raised his head and asked: "When you return to the army, you won't go to fight right away, right?"

"No one can say for sure." Hu Daxiong smiled and said, "We want to live quietly, but the Qing army may not necessarily comply with our wishes."

Father Hu was silent for a long time, and then warned: "A sword and a gun have no eyes, you have to pay attention to yourself."

Hu Daxiong agreed with a smile, chatting with his father, enjoying this rare peace and tranquility.

He doesn't regret joining the army, nor is he afraid of fighting, as long as he can make his family's life better. If not, he wouldn't have land and a house like he does now, and he wouldn't have to worry about food.

As for the long-term things, he couldn't think of it, and he didn't want to think about it. Everything was left to fate. Of course, he hoped that the Ming Dynasty could be restored and his family could enjoy the preferential treatment of military relatives forever.

"Perhaps one day, the family can return to their hometown in Hubei. If I live, I can always be an officer. No matter how big or small, I can always get the care of the government, right?"

Hu Daxiong thought this, but did not say it out loud, lest his family would feel homesick again.

Moreover, he felt that going to war had more important meaning. It was not for being an official, but for his own family. For them to be safe, have enough food and clothing, and to cultivate their lives with peace of mind.

Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of any country, but the people at the bottom also have their simple demands and wishes, which are their yearning for a better life and their disgust and anger at the harsh regime.

When they are oppressed to the extreme, they will explode, go crazy, and fight without risking their lives.

Moreover, they still remember their clothes and hair, which have been passed down from generation to generation by their ancestors. If they can be preserved, it will have extraordinary significance.

The war is still going on. Although it is far away in the west of the river, it does not seem to have affected the soldiers and civilians in eastern Sichuan. But its long-term significance is closely related to them and determines the lives and blessings of them and future generations.

The hard work of thousands of unknown soldiers like Hu Daxiong will turn into a little bit of strength, and finally accumulate into a powerful force that can change the world, get rid of the smell, and restore the clear sky of China.

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Guo Yongdi.

In the camp, the air is filled with the smell of burning, and you can see the black marks of burning when you look up.

Wu Sangui's face was gloomy, and the scars on the bridge of his nose were shining brightly. He inspected the camp that was attacked by rocket launchers last night, his heart was bleeding, and his anger was gradually rising as he saw the tragic scene.

Being besieged by 70,000 to 80,000 native soldiers in Guoyongdi, Wu Sangui was not very panicked. In his plan, Guizhou Admiral Li Benzhen was not far away and would soon arrive to help.

Moreover, the food and grass carried with the army were enough for more than a month. In one month, even if Li Benzhen was a tortoise, he could crawl.

As long as the native soldiers dare to attack, they can rely on the advantages of weapons and equipment to severely damage the enemy without having to attack dangerous passes and suffer heavy losses.

But in the early morning, Liu Xiang commanded the Ming army to launch a successful sneak attack on the Qing army's camp that had been well reconnoitred, using rocket launchers that the Qing army had never seen before.
Chapter completed!