After the Battle of Mopan Mountain, the Great Western Army led by Gao Chengen suffered heavy losses. By the time he returned to Shu, it was already the autumn harvest season.

Yang Zhan, the Lord of Shu, sent people to bring fresh rice to comfort the troops. Everyone tacitly agreed and never mentioned Emperor Yongli and Li Dingguo again.

The situation is over.

Gao Chengen also joined Yang Zhang in farming the wasteland, as if there was no war in the world anymore, only the problem of food and clothing.

The sound of the Qing army sharpening their swords could be heard from all directions. Yang Zhan secretly prayed to God, hoping to give the Shu people some more time so that every inch of land could be planted with food. When the war resumed, at least the Shu people would not be destroyed.

starve.

In order to gain time, the Shujiang League worked continuously for twelve hours a day, and finally planted all the crops that could be planted in the Minjiang River Basin before the frost.

Brother Yang Zhan took a long breath of relief.

Fei Xiaojin raised the question: "Should we make some defensive preparations? If the Fuhu Army in northern Sichuan, the Shu Army and the Daxi Army in eastern and southern Sichuan, and the Thirteen Kuidong Families join forces, they can still fight."

Liu Jiankuan lowered his head and said nothing. He was still feeling guilty for Li Dingguo's bloody battle at Mopan Mountain. The brutality of this battle was enough to scare the world. However, although the Daxi Army was victorious and defeated, it never recovered. In the chaos,

Emperor Yongli was taken hostage to Burma by his officials and lost contact with Li Dingguo.

Zhu Pingxi's face was pale and his voice was deep, "There is no need to fight for power anymore, and we have no intention of doing so, so why bother giving away human lives in vain?"

"Senior brother, that's what you say, but there's no reason to give it away with both hands." Fei Xiaojin spread his hands.

Yang Zhan smiled bitterly and said, "If there is still money to give, for the sake of the Shu people's livelihood, I am not afraid of being called a traitor. Unfortunately, we are no longer in the court and have no military power in our hands. What can we give as a gift?"

After a pause, he continued: "No matter how you defend yourself, you are still blocking the car with your arms, but at least you have to resist until the people have harvested and the food can be transferred safely. In this way, Xiao Jin, go tell Li Zhiyong and Luo Weijian that when the time comes in northern Sichuan

As long as this is the case. Jian Kuan, you go and inform Gao Chengen that southern Sichuan will be like this when the time comes. Please remember, everyone just needs to survive and be useful to protect the people of Shu."

Wu Sangui did not give him enough time. The people's rations and seeds were still growing in the ground, so the Qing army came overwhelmingly. The people fled in all directions like frightened birds.

Wu Sangui sent Li Guoying to attack from northern Sichuan. The Fuhu Army retreated steadily, and after retreating to Chengdu, they protected the headquarters of the Shujiang League and withdrew from Chengdu, completely disappearing into the world since then.

Wu Sangui himself fought from Baoning to Chongqing, and fought several fierce battles with the Shu Army and the Great Western Army. The small warlords could not resist the enemy, and they died and surrendered. Some of the Great Western Army fled to southern Sichuan to join Gao Chengen and turned into guerrillas.

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The Qing army's second massacre of Shu began, and its bloody cruelty was even worse than Zhang Xianzhong's.

When a large army enters Sichuan, people eat horses' chews, and cannot find the food and grass they need. Such a problem can only be solved by killing people.

Northern Sichuan and Eastern Sichuan are still covered with weeds, and even the shadows of ordinary people cannot be found. Except for the defeated soldiers of the Shu Army and the Daxi Army, there is almost no one to kill.

Even so, Wu Sangui still ordered his soldiers to search the mountains and sweep all the caves. They searched for food day and night. They hanged people, beat them and grilled them. If there was food, they would release it. If there was no food, they would be burned to death.

Suddenly, the land of Shu fell into purgatory again, with screams and cries that shook the earth.

After exhausting all means, the Qing army's ration problem still could not be solved. Wu Sangui looked sad and even had the idea of ​​withdrawing from Shu.

The newly surrendered small warlord Li Tiaoxie advised him, "Why are you wasting your time in eastern Sichuan, Marshal? Haven't you heard? Yang Zhan resumed farming in the Minjiang River Basin, where there is too much food to eat."

Although Li Tiaoxie got the seedlings from Liu Jiankuan, he refused to join the Shujiang League and went to eastern Sichuan. This time he was the first to surrender to the Qing army.

Wu Sangui was overjoyed and led his army through the wilderness covered with tangerine thorns and dense forests to attack the Minjiang River Basin.

The journey was really difficult, with every step of cutting down trees and advancing troops, and from time to time encounters with the Daxi Army that had turned into guerrillas.

When he entered the Minjiang River Basin after all the hard work, the sight in front of him made him ecstatic.

Oh my God, this is the real land of abundance! The spring river is warm, the peach blossoms are scorching, the wheat waves are rolling, and the ground is covered with mulberry trees.

Li Guoying was stationed in Guanghan and did not dare to enter Chengdu. Wu Sangui came, and then all the troops came together.

When they arrived outside the city of Chengdu and were about to set up camp, someone came to report: "Commander, wait a moment to set up camp. Chengdu is an empty city. The four gates are open and our army can enter the city directly."

Wu Sangui drove his horse to the city. Although the Shujiang Alliance flag with black characters on a yellow background was still flying on the city wall, there was not a single soldier in sight. This was an undefended city.

Wu Sangui remembered Zhuge Liang's empty city plan and did not dare to enter the city easily, so he ordered a group of soldiers to go first to see what was going on.

The soldiers came back and presented a letter. It was written by Yang Zhan, the leader of the Shujiang Alliance, to Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of the Qing army.

"Yang Zhan of the Shujiang Alliance paid homage to Marshal Wu: The grain and vegetables of the season are ripe, and the Marshal can use them as much as he can. However, the people of Shu work hard in farming, and they still hope to leave some food for their belly. In the land of abundance, the fat people are hard-working. If the Marshal puts down his butcher knife, the Shujiang River will be destroyed."

The alliance will lead the people to farm, provide grain and grass twice a year, and rely on the Minjiang River with the army to coexist and prosper together. If the commander-in-chief insists on killing them all, Zhang Xianzhong will learn a lesson from him!"

After reading the letter, Wu Sangui looked gloomy, whipped his horse whip, and entered the city first.

As expected, there was no one in the city. After searching for a whole day, only one monk was found.

As the only person in the city, of course he must be brought to the commander for interrogation.

"Monk, why don't you kneel down when you see the commander?"

"Amitabha, please return to the donor. The monk only kneels to the Buddha and Bodhisattvas. The poor monk does not want to cause any more sins to the commander-in-chief."

Wu Sangui raised his hand, he didn't care about these false gifts. "What is the monk's name?"

"The poor monk is kind and sincere."

"Monk Cidu, everyone has fled the city, why don't you leave? Aren't you afraid that we will massacre the city?"

"If I leave, the vegetables in the temple will dry up without watering them."

A monk talks about farming. Not only could Wu Sangui not feel relieved, he was even more suspicious.

"Monk Cidu, if I ask you a question, you must answer truthfully, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Commander, you can rest assured. Monks will not tell lies, and poor monks will surely answer all your questions."

Wu Sangui asked attentively: "Do you know the Shujiang League? What kind of organization is that?"

"Who among us Shu people knows about the Shu Jiang League? It is a river and lake organization that helps Shu people farm, fish, cut firewood, and do business. It does not ask about the court and saves people in danger. As far as the poor monk knows, this time you

Entering Shu, the Shujiang Alliance did not organize resistance."

"Hmph, who can tell whether they resisted or not? There's no writing on them."

"The commander-in-chief doesn't know. The Lord of Shu, Yang Zhan, cherishes human life the most. He will never send the Shu people to the battlefield."

Wu Sangui has long heard of Yang Zhan's name. Doesn't he know about Yang Zhan's heroic deeds?

He had indirectly fought against him in the past and learned how powerful he was. If Yang Zhanyin entered the world and would no longer be his enemy, he absolutely couldn't believe it.
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