Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 644 Man Qing Can't Hold It Anymore
The implementation of a policy is extremely cumbersome, and the preliminary work involves research, discussion, and decision.

In the later stage, it is propaganda, material preparation, personnel organization, and then implementation.

Especially the large-scale relocation policy involving millions of people and several provinces, the time spent in it was basically calculated in months in this feudal era.

However, with the emperor's almost unanimous words, the research and discussion decided to complete it in one day.

Is immigration necessary?Have.

Then do it.

As for the suffering of those common people, it is necessary to sacrifice for the country.

Therefore, in just one day, the cabinet drafted the imperial decree, reviewed it in the process, and issued it to various ministries.

Sichuan fills Henan and Hunan fills Hubei, officially started.

It's just more troublesome in terms of implementation.

The Ministry of Officials needs to organize officials; the Ministry of Households needs to investigate population distribution and land division; the Ministry of War needs to mobilize troops to send each other; the Ministry of Industry needs to arrange routes and prepare transportation.

The Metropolitan Procuratorate needs to issue orders to the various prefectures, requiring them to supervise their actions. The newly established Organization Department needs to arrange low-level officials for those dilapidated prefectures and counties.

Only the Ministry of Punishment and the Ministry of Rites are relatively free.

In this way, it seems that the specifications of the Immigration Department are not enough.

In fact, although the various ministries participated more, the ministers were not busy, it was just that the doctors and Yuanwailang under them needed to go to the immigration department to communicate.

To put it bluntly, the immigration department played a connecting and leading role at this time. After all, the household department needs to provide people, money and food. Without these two, nothing can be done.

Under such circumstances, the Immigration Department was established quietly and very busy, and the number of officials under its banner easily exceeded a hundred, ranking first in each department.

When the Central Plains is full of vitality, the Chahar Grassland is full of wind and rain.

"Snapped--"

A gunshot instantly resounded through the vast grassland.

Immediately afterwards, a group of fleeing figures appeared in the sky, dirty, braided, and without much armor. The horses were panting, as if they were about to fall at any time.

"Drive, drive—"

Timur held the rein tightly, reluctant to let it go and not daring to let it go, turning his head from time to time, as if a group of devils were following him, with a very ugly expression on his face.

"Clap clap-"

There was a gunshot, and several riders who followed him fell down again, and Timur became more and more anxious.

The team of hundreds of people, as time goes by, gradually only a few people remain.

Just as the sun was about to set in the sky, the horse under his crotch was exhausted, and he also fell to the ground.

Suddenly, bursts of black shadows approached, with their backs facing the sun, giving him unprecedented pressure.

"Abu Nai, don't think that you can do whatever you want in the grassland if you have a wise man by your side."

Timur stubbornly raised his head, the braid behind his head curled up helplessly, like an innocent mouse.

"Hahaha, Timur, what's wrong with me just relying on Ming people?"

Abu Nai raised his head, and now there was a scar on his once young and immature face, from the eye socket to his lips, which was three inches long, making him look extremely terrifying.

He looked down at the so-called Taiji, and his anger made his expression more ferocious: "If you hadn't taken refuge in the Jurchens, our golden family would still rule the grassland."

"Look at your dirty rat-braids, is this something a warrior from the Great Mongol Kingdom can have?"

Timur was panting, his face was pale, but he still refused to admit defeat: "Hmph, Abu Nai, the fight against Mongolia has long been over, and the reputation of the Jin family is still unknown."

"Is this why you defected to the Jurchens and betrayed the Golden Family?"

A Bu Nai suddenly calmed down, he drew out his scimitar, and under the remaining sunlight, it burst out with dazzling light.

He looked at this person coldly, and slashed down mercilessly.

Under the sharp knife, a head rolled, and the hot blood spilled watered the troubled grassland.

"Khan, it seems like the sound of horseshoes, the scale is over ten thousand—"

Suddenly, his bodyguard's expression changed.

"It's very close to the Zalut tribe, and Timur married a woman from the Horqin tribe. I'm afraid reinforcements are coming."

"Walk--"

Abu Nai snorted coldly, and left quickly.

There are more than two thousand riders, all bloodthirsty, one man with three horses, one hand with a knife, and the other with a musket. They are all elite cavalrymen of the Caichahar Department, trained in various ways.

Abu Nai didn't dare to be careless, and quickly led the army and ran westward.

After returning to the Chahar tribe, Abu Nai once again accepted the cheers of the tribe's people, who were keen to follow an aggressive and invincible Khan.

After receiving funding from the Ming Dynasty and owning the capital of the mutual market, Abu Nai was just like his father, Lin Danhan, rich and powerful.

The strength of the Chahar Department rapidly expanded.

In just over a year, those disobedient lackeys of the Qing Dynasty were devoured one after another. The Chahar Department expanded to [-] households and more than a hundred vassal tribes. It can be said that the prestige of the Chahar Department has been revived.

The key point is that Abu Nai bought more than [-] matchlock guns from the Ming Dynasty at great cost, and formed his own Musketeers.

"Sweat—"

Back in the tent, the female slaves waited tremblingly for him to change his clothes and tidy up his appearance before meeting the generals.

"Khan, we don't have enough gunpowder."

At this time, a burly general raised his head, his round face was full of anxiety: "Now there are only more than [-] barrels, not enough for us to fight two battles."

"Then go buy it."

Abu Nai ordered decisively.

"But our wool has been sold out. If we want to exchange gunpowder, we must exchange it with war horses, and we need two thousand horses at a time."

Now, the generals are in an uproar.

This amount is too much.

"What are you arguing about?" Abu Nai shouted without any psychological burden, his eyes looked majestic, and they all lowered their heads under his gaze.

"What is a war horse?"

"For the great cause of the Chahar Department, what is a few war horses? It's not like they haven't been replaced before, at most they will be more this time."

Everyone can only give up.

"Mr. Jin, I wonder why Daming has such a big appetite this time?"

Abu Nai turned his head and asked a thin man in a Mongolian robe.

He is the representative of Daming in the Chahar Department, Jin Zeming.

"Hey!" Jin Zeming sighed, and said: "Our country went to North Korea to fight with Jiannu, beheaded thousands of people, and lost a lot of horses, so I wanted to come to the Chahar Department to exchange some."

As soon as these words were said, the Mongolian generals in the big tent were terrified and looked sideways.

This is ten thousand people, or Manchu Qing cavalry, so how powerful is Daming?
"Besides, I just got the news. Fortunately, Da Khan came back in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

Jin Zeming looked serious.

"What's the matter?"

Abu Nai said seriously.

"The Manchu Qing mobilized Khalkha Mongolia, Horqin Mongolia, and the Eight Banners of the headquarters, preparing to wipe out the Chahar tribe in one fell swoop."

Now, the military tent was crackling like an underwater frying pan.

(End of this chapter)