The wealthy gentry did not pay taxes, the bureaucrats were corrupt, and they still raised hundreds of thousands of "Zhu". Even if the weather was good, they could still count on agricultural taxes, but in the face of disasters, the government's finances were naturally stretched.
This situation had already occurred during the Wanli period, and it is impossible for Chongzhen to be unclear about it to this day. Even if his understanding is not that in-depth, he should still understand that there is an internal problem in the country.
However, there are many long-standing disadvantages, and without great courage and toughness, he cannot make gains and eliminate disadvantages. The result of barely maintaining it is that it gets worse and worse, and it becomes more and more difficult to carry out reforms.
Although Jianlu had been defeated and the largest financial investment could be alleviated, in Guo Dajing's view, it was just a glorification of the devastated Ming Dynasty.
The foundation has collapsed, and no matter how much repairs are made, the Ming Dynasty will still be in turmoil. Guo Dajing can be sure of this.
With the Jianqi army finished, the government and army can concentrate all their efforts on destroying the rebels. Perhaps Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong will also be destroyed, and they will not regain their historical power.
But so what, the Xiaoglaihe disaster cannot be contained, and the government's relief and compensation are not in place, and thousands of victims will still rise up.
Even among the officers and soldiers, more and more people will turn against the imperial court because of lack of pay and food.
Guo Dajing was growing stronger while waiting for the opportunity. He did not want to fall into a protracted civil war in the country, so coercing the emperor to order the princes should be the simplest and easiest way.
But this also requires the guarantee of strength, not only military, but also economic. By defeating or subduing the Zheng Group and holding the rich maritime trade income in his hands, Guo Dajing has no confidence to stabilize the sky.
Liu Xingzuo stood up and said with a smile: "When I came here, I smelled the aroma of meat. It must be horse meat, right? If you add all the seasonings, the taste will be bad."
"Get out of here, we're going to climb down again!" Several Jianlu soldiers waved their machetes, threatening those who were still climbing down the raft, and urging the boatman to punt and leave.
Obviously, in the face of fierce enemies, the fate of those tribes and troops has not yet been decided.
Stationing in Sarhu will consume the grain and grass supplies that were brought in due to difficulty. In Shenyang, because the road is short, you can save a lot.
The wooden raft was sinking and floating, and not too many people were squeezed out. Under the circumstances, it was possible to cross the river.
We crowded, pushed, and screamed. In the face of death, we had long forgotten any feelings of compatriots and that we belonged to the same tribe.
"We will set off together tomorrow. We will return to Shenyang first, and then we will look at the situation and decide whether to retreat to Jinzhou and Guangning." Lan Bohao nodded to the retreating soldiers, smiled and said to Liu Xingzuo: "Let's eat together.
dinner."
No matter what, the pacification of Liaodong was a small happy event after all. Even if the previous reconstruction and restoration were not easy, it was only a matter of time.
The people at the back only hesitated a little, and were pushed back by the people in front. No one was holding on to the raft, and half of their bodies were submerged in the water.
The shouts of killing shook the sky, and ten thousand flying cavalry galloped in all directions, mercilessly killing the Jianlu prisoners gathered on the south bank of the Yinma River. No matter whether they were soldiers or civilians, their lives were taken away in the flying of flesh and blood.
There is no end, and the killing of one's own people can be contained. On the river bank, dozens of wooden rafts and several large boats are descending, and the same tragedy is performed one after another.
Too few horses were killed in the battle, which made Guo Dajing very sad, but there was something that could be done. For the soldiers, it was a good opportunity to improve their food.
I'm sure Azig's troops can hold out for just half a day, and maybe they can all cross the river, and they should be in danger.
No matter whether it was seven years or ten years, Guo Dajing could bear it. After all, he was still very young, so ten or four years was nothing.
"I haven't had any wine yet. I can only drink one large glass of wine." Guo Dajing walked in and said with a smile: "Go back to Shenyang and let them have a good rest for two days."
On the north bank of the Yinma River, Shaoergun looked at the miserable scene with an expression on his face, with forbearance and a hint of despair often flashing through his eyes.
"Kill, kill!" Da Duhu's voice was hoarse, but he was still roaring. His face was not covered with blood and tears, but his heart was filled with despair and resentment.
Ping Liao has been successful, but the battle is still going on. Although it is the finishing work, for the Dongjiang Army, it is of great significance to revenge and ensure long-term peace and stability.
Dadu's eyes were about to burst. The cruelty of the enemy and the misery of our own made me extremely angry, but there was nothing I could do. I could only howl desperately, leading hundreds of cavalry on the enemy's cavalry sweep, holding on to the right and left.
, fighting in embarrassment.
Blood flowers bloomed in the crowd, and the screams and wails were unheard. The musketeers, however, showed no emotion, and pushed back row by row in an orderly manner, shooting all the living creatures in the rear.
The roar of the muskets made the hearts of Shaoergun and others feel as if they were in an ice cellar. We all turned our heads in despair, only to see our tribesmen being slaughtered mercilessly.
The Navy is seizing the time and making all-out efforts to transport goods to ensure the consumption of soldiers and civilians in the Liaoshen area this winter and next spring. When water transport stops, land transport will also be interrupted, but the cost will increase slightly.
No matter whether they are soldiers or civilians, whether they are weak and weak, or old and strong women and children, they all burst out with the most powerful force at the moment of fleeing for their lives.
The rumble of horse hooves came from the flanks, and rows of cavalry pressed over like an iron wall. Daduhu raised his scimitar, followed the front cavalry, and faced it desperately and cowardly. The raft had not yet reached the shore, and he was panic-stricken.
The Jianlu had not yet scrambled to jump back out of the river, wading knee-deep in the river and rushing towards the raft.
Ah! An old man with gray braided hair was kicked in the face, and his hand holding the side of the boat was trampled on. I screamed and fell on my back out of the water with blood spurting from my nose and mouth.
Brush! The sharp scimitar slashed forward, and amid the screams, blood splattered, and the river water immediately turned bright red.
A woman and a man were slapped in the face with the back of a knife, and their faces were covered in flesh and blood. You still held a screaming child, fell into the water, and fluttered desperately.
Now, there are only 8,000 young cavalrymen and 77,000 to 70,000 tribesmen left across the river. On the other side, there are 8,700 to 70,000 tribesmen and more than 1,000 men and horses hastily organized.
Ah! Another scream sounded, and Jianlu, who had several fingers chopped off, was immediately submerged by the people in front of him, and he could only moan and flutter in the waist-deep water.
Less than half of the thousand cavalrymen were killed or wounded, but they were able to prevent the enemy's ten thousand cavalrymen from retreating fiercely from the narrow front.
In the previous life, in the Yinma River in the north of Panshi City, Jilin City, Jilin Province, a brutal and murderous killing was going on.
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But all the illusions were shattered just before Azig and a few other riders could escape back. People were panicking, and the originally disorderly crossing of the river suddenly turned into chaos.
Even fewer enemy cavalry were mounted in formation, holding muskets and retreating step by step, constantly spitting out deadly lead bullets, like hot monsters.