Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 279 Chapter 279, Zhu Cihong led the army to go out, and the Ming Dynasty marched into the plateau
Xi'an city.

It is said to be 1 people, but of course there are more than [-] when actually sending troops.

Logistics is essential for a large army to go out. There are tens of thousands of civilians responsible for escorting food and grass.

Zhu Cixiang was a little uneasy and asked the Shaanxi officials around him: "Will this trigger another civil uprising?"

Xi'an Ling replied: "Don't worry, Your Highness, this time we are not recruiting for free. As long as we come back from the service, we will get an extra [-] acres of land. The enthusiasm of the big guys is high."

Even though Shaanxi is Li Zicheng's hometown, the Dashun Army under his command also tortured Shaanxi to the point where [-]% of the [-]% population was lost.

The reason why 99% of the peasant armies in history failed to accomplish anything was because these guys were unorganized and unrecorded.

On the contrary, it was convenient for Zhu Cihong and Ming officials, because the officials, landlords, and nobles who owned the most land were the first to be killed by Li Zicheng, which made more than [-]% of the land in Shaanxi today unowned.

For ordinary people who have experienced wars and yearn for stability, it is definitely a surefire thing to get one hundred acres of land for one service.

So with an order from the Xi'an Mansion, all adult men who can walk within a hundred and eighty miles around all came to apply for the recruitment, and their enthusiasm was extremely high.

Only then did Zhu Cihong feel relieved, and said: "Then it's best, let's go."

The army set off in such a mighty way.

Under the shining sun, this army looked vigorous and full of vitality.

The soldiers carried guns on their shoulders and marched energetically. Many soldiers discussed topics while walking.

"How much is your best ten rounds in training yesterday?"

"90 rings."

"Hey, you're too accurate. You really deserve to be our sharpshooter. I only have 85 rings."

"Hey, it's mainly because I'm too tired from the march, and I can't perform well. Usually, I'm above 93 rings."

"Haha, your modesty makes me want to beat you up. When facing the Mongols, don't be lenient in shooting."

"So soft? Are you kidding me? Even if the Mongol Khan rushed over, we'd have to shoot him in the head!"

Laughter continued to come from every corner of the queue, listening to the British Duke's heart, it also made this famous general of Ming Dynasty feel a little bit emotional.

"It's been so many years, and the morale of our Ming army has rarely been so boosted."

The Duke of England subconsciously looked at Zhu Cihong, and he was very clear in his heart that it was precisely because of the existence of His Royal Highness Zhu Cihong that the Ming army had grown from a state of no morale to the present, and had grown into an army. The steel division that swept across the Ming Dynasty.

Before that, even the Duke of England felt that maybe Daming was really exhausted, and the world could only be inherited by Dashun.

but now……

"Perhaps, this is man's victory over nature." The British Duke said to himself.

Zhu Cixiang didn't know that the British prince had so many emotions and he was giving orders.

"Let's go all the way west this time, and go to Qinghai Lake first!"

Qinghai Lake is a saltwater lake whose water is basically undrinkable for humans.

However, Qinghai Lake has many tributaries that flow down from the mountains and flow into this place. These tributaries are formed by melting snow water from the mountains and can be drunk directly.

Therefore, there are still a large number of nomadic activities near Qinghai Lake, including Chaolu, the most trusted son of Gushi Khan.

Zhu Cihong's idea is very simple, that is to push all the way to win Qinghai-Tibet.

At this moment, the sound of the system suddenly sounded.

"The host is requested to arrive at Qinghai Lake within a month to sign in in order to trigger a new system task."

There was a slight movement in Zhu Cihong's heart, and suddenly he became more stable again.

This wave is endorsed by the system, isn't that a sure thing?
The army marched all the way west, left the Guanzhong Basin a few days later, and began to turn northwest, entering the westernmost part of the Loess Plateau.

After a while, the army arrived at Lanzhou City in Lintao Prefecture, which is also the most northwest city of Ming Dynasty.

After leaving Lanzhou, go to the northwest, that is the Shaanxi Xingdusi, which is the scope of Xiningwei.

It can only be said that this is the land of the Ming Dynasty in name, but in fact it is ruled by the local chieftains.

After entering Shaanxi Xingdusi, it seems to have left the boundaries of civilization.

There are no villages, no farmland, and even no roads. All you can see are mountains and grasslands in between.

It is still winter, and the tops of many mountains are still covered with white snow, and the golden sunlight is falling from the sky. Against the background of the clear blue sky, people can't help but feel an urge to worship.

Zhu Cihong also couldn't help expressing emotion: "No wonder people always say that they need to come to Qinghai-Tibet for an instant trip in this lifetime."

The British man on the side asked curiously: "I don't know who said this from?"

Zhu Cihong replied very calmly: "Of course it came from my mouth."

British Duke: "..."

When approaching the Xiningwei resident, altitude sickness began to appear.

Although Xining is only the most northeastern part of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the altitude is not very high, there are still some people who are not adapted to the plateau climate and have mild symptoms.

The British Duke attached great importance to this, and immediately came to report: "Your Highness, someone in our army has miasma!"

Zhu Cixiang waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, this is not an illness, just rest more and it will be fine. Pass the order, we will stay at Xining Guard for three days."

The altitude of Xining is only more than 2000 meters, strictly speaking, it is not enough to cause altitude sickness. It can only be said that these soldiers have been used to staying in the plains all their lives, and they have no resistance to this kind of altitude sickness.

Several tribal leaders from Xiningwei also visited together.

"I have seen Your Highness."

Zhu Cihong stared at the tribal leaders in front of him, and smiled: "You are all loyal ministers of my Daming, so you don't need to be polite, you all go in and sit with me."

These tribal leaders are actually Mongolians, but not all Mongolians are willing to go against the Ming Dynasty, and there are not a few Mongolians like this who are loyal to the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Cihong waved his hand: "Old Fang, bring the things up!"

Fang Gongqian immediately led people to deliver a batch of muskets.

Several leaders were obviously a little confused, Zhu Cihong didn't talk nonsense, picked up a musket, and demonstrated it on the spot.

With a "bang", a hole was pierced in the bull's head used as a demonstration object in front of him, which surprised the leaders, thinking that Zhu Cihong was going to attack them.

Just when these leaders were about to kneel down, Zhu Cihuang put down his muskets and said with a smile: "As a reward for your loyalty to Daming, I will reward you with a hundred muskets each."

With a plop, the leaders all knelt down in an instant.

"Thank you for the reward, Your Highness. We will swear to be loyal to the Ming Dynasty and to Your Highness!"

Zhu Cixiang laughed and said: "Now I want to ask a question, do you have any good solutions to this altitude sickness?"

(End of this chapter)