Dominate the Country

[All kinds of requests, for the sake of my brother running away this week, and I don’t know if I can receive the background text message today, please give me a hand, give me a hand]

Gao Jinghui camp finally left Luyang Pass. His troops went from Ruzhou City to Baofeng and then to Lushan. There was no water transportation convenience at all along the way. They all relied on two legs, so the speed of travel can be imagined.

It took their camp four days to cover the 1,780-mile journey, and then spent a day repairing in Lushan County, dragging in a batch of artillery and a logistics supply team. Now the march was even slower. It only took another day to walk from Lushan County to Luyang Pass.

The distance between Luyang Pass and Nanzhao County was a hundred miles. Gao Jinghui led his troops to travel as fast as possible, and they walked for three days. Chen Ming and the troops brought by Yong Rui and Chen Huizu all clashed, and then he saw the city wall of Nanzhao County.

After the team passed through Nanzhao County, Gao Jinghui was surprised to find that there were more and more beggars and refugees on the road, almost blocking the official road from Nanzhao to Nanyang Fucheng. Although his team did not need to go there after arriving in Nanzhao. By land, we pass through the Ya River and enter the Bai River, one of the two tributaries of the upper reaches of the Tang Bai River. Then we go south for 180 miles to reach Nanyang.

But the scene in front of him also surprised Gao Jinghui. There were relatively few families dragging their children along with their children on the official road, but there were many strong men and women.

Gao Jinghui asked the soldiers around him to investigate. The soldiers reported that most of the people's accents were from Nanyang Prefecture, and their destination was the mountainous area to the west of Nanzhao.

Out of curiosity, Gao Jinghui changed into casual clothes, found a few refugees and asked, "Brothers, where are you going?"

The faces of the refugees were all numb, and they were not interested in Gao Jinghui's curious inquiry at all, if Gao Jinghui hadn't taken out a bag of noodles. Several people replied honestly: "Let's go to Wuduo Mountain." Wuduo Mountain is located to the west of Nanzhao County.

"Oh, why go so far to Wuduo Mountain? Isn't Xiangyang better?"

When Xiangyang was mentioned, a flash of anger flashed across the faces of the refugees, "We are all from Nanyang. Even if the Xiangyang people ruined our home, we would never go to Xiangyang."

Gao Jinghui was completely confused. "Did the officers and soldiers cause trouble to you? But I remember that the soldiers who came to fight Nanyang were all from Hanzhong Town?"

"Ni Daliang, that bitch officer, is from Xiangyang. If he hadn't led his troops poorly and allowed his thieves to harm us, would we have been so miserable?"

"They are still serious officers and soldiers. They can't even defeat the soldiers of the Fuhan Army..." Since the establishment of the General's Mansion, the reputation of the Chen Jiajun outside has gradually become the Fuhan Army.

Gao Jinghui did not think that the resentment and deep-seated hatred that appeared on the faces of the refugees were fake. He was a random refugee.

The refugees took the noodles and hid them tightly in their arms. New energy seemed to surge in their bodies, and they trotted into the army of refugees. Gao Jinghui couldn't hide the smile on his face. In their hearts, the refugees regard the Qing soldiers as inferior to Chen Jiajun, and the people's support can be used. As long as the Chen family survives this siege, the strength of the Chen family army will rise like somersaults.

In this generation of successive battles in western and southern Henan, the Qing army's military discipline was poor, but the Chen family's army had strict military discipline, strictly burned, killed, looted, and was not allowed to molest women. The public opinion of this generation will only shift towards the Chen family's army a little bit. As long as Chen Jiajun can continue to win!

Gao Jinghui's heart was brighter than ever at this moment.

"The people's support can be used, the people's support can be used. As long as the Chen Jiajun can overcome the current hurdle, everything is promising." Gao Jinghui spent that day in Lushan County. "I heard that there are already heroes from Anhui and Huguang who have come to vote."

The logistics team officer beside him laughed and said: "The General's Mansion is famous all over the world, and heroes from all over will come to submit."

"This is the benefit of reputation." Although the number of people from other provinces who come to invest is only a very small part.

One day later, Gao Jinghui was stunned in front of the Chen family's military camp in Shiqiao Town. There were endless shacks and noisy people.

Although he didn't care about civil affairs, he also had the idea in his mind that the more people the better, but now he was frightened by the scene in front of him. With such a mess, if the Qing soldiers come, can Shiqiao Town be defended? This is the main supply area for Chen Jiajun's Nanyang front line.

The team passed through the slum area, and Gao Jinghui was anxious to ask what was going on. Although after peeling off the shell surrounding the shacks, the Chen Jiajun camp inside was still built with very high standards and strict standards, Gao Jinghui always felt uneasy about the number of refugees outside, which numbered at least tens of thousands.

In the camp's school grounds, a group of two hundred recruits were marching in formation. The instructor was giving orders loudly, and the six surrounding instructors were also watching with short sticks. Any soldier who made a mistake would receive a painful reminder. This group of soldiers went through a series of formation changes and formed a relatively strict two-row linear formation facing the direction of the target.

"Are they all local recruits?"

"Brother Jinghui doesn't know something. The soldiers in Hanzhong Town are too bandit, and Ni Daliang is not here to fight, he is here to make money. The locals in Nanyang hate them to death."

"The new Nanyang town soldier Zhang Dajing is a bit shameless. Now he is leading the defeated soldiers of Nanyang town and the local braves of Nanyang to have a tense situation with the people of Hanzhong town."

"So, even though they have 6,000 people, they really attacked a few times at the beginning, which put some pressure on our team defending Nanyang City, but now they really can't threaten Nanyang City. Otherwise, Shiqiao It’s only forty miles away from the front line by water, so how could there be so many refugees gathering here?”

During the days when Hanzhong Town entered Nanyang Prefecture, Shiqiao Town Recruitment Office recruited at least five teams of new soldiers. Although they were all new recruits, they all had an absolute blood feud with the Qing soldiers. The "grievance meeting" held by the Chen family army could arouse the common hatred of these people.

General Lushan's Mansion was ready to establish a new training camp in Nanyang, but the camp officer had not yet arrived, and Zhang Chi, who was in charge of logistics, would temporarily lead it.

In another smaller training ground.

"Shoot!"

A team of new recruits were already holding modified flintlock muskets for shooting training. The front row of muskets fired a volley, and then retreated to the back row to reload.

Gao Jinghui watched the 100-man team firing three rows of continuous volleys. The first round could maintain more than 80% firing efficiency, but the second round was only 70%. By the third round, he didn't know if 60 of the 100 flintlock muskets below were firing.

After three rounds of shooting, several instructors holding short sticks rushed into the team like hungry wolves, and beat the guys they targeted with sticks.

Zhang Chi did not dare to say that there was not a single Qing soldier spy among the new recruits of these five teams, but he could guarantee that the new recruits of these five teams would definitely fight to the death with the Qing soldiers on the battlefield; he could also be sure that the new recruits of these five teams were just the beginning, and more Nanyang people would definitely enter the new recruit camp in the future.

There are two million people in Nanyang Prefecture, and the people who hate Hanzhong Town at this time will definitely not be just five hundred young and strong!