It has been three years since the last Yizhen battle, and it has been three years.

Will this repeat the tragic scene of Yizhen's battle back then?

Back then, after crossing the river, the entire Yizhen army was almost wiped out, and only hundreds of people including Jiang Quanyi escaped.

This is the pain in Liao Zhongping's heart, the pain in the hearts of this Ming army and the soldiers!

Damn politics, damn bureaucrats. Liao Zhongping stomped his feet angrily and cursed.

Countless soldiers flocked to Liao Zhongping, and they were as dissatisfied and even more angry as Liao Zhongping.

In the hearts of the soldiers of Zuoying, Wu Zheng was the God of War and the God of War of the Ming Dynasty.

In the hearts of the soldiers of Zuoying, the Northern Expedition Army was the elite, the elite of the Ming Dynasty.

But now, the God of War is in danger, and the elite are surrounded by several times of the enemy and are trapped in a hard battle. As regular troops of the Ming Dynasty, they are watching. This unspeakable depression is simply humiliation.

If you can't sit still, then, no, calm and silent!

"General, please order the battle!"

"General, cross the river. If you don't have reinforcements, it's too late!"

"Where are you dead and your teeth are cold... General!"

"There is no reason to kill the Tartars, General!"

"General, if the court blames the blame, no, the soldiers of Zuoying will be with you!"

"Give orders, general."

It is necessary to make a choice. Liao Zhongping raised his head and took a deep breath. It is time to make a choice.

When the messenger sent by Ma Shiying last night told him that Wu Zheng was at the danger at this time, Liao Zhongping knew that he had to make a choice.

Should I stay in Longtan as a loyal minister, or do anything to bring the troops I can take away, cross the river to be a rebel or a rebel minister.

Liao Zhongping stroked the broken finger of his left hand that was no longer there, suddenly raised his hand, pointed to Yi Zhen and shouted: "Tell me to order me, and the Zuoying immediately gathers... cross the river!"

....

Taiping Prefecture is not peaceful now.

Compared with Jiangbei, the Ming Society almost became a supplement to the government's rule, whether it was the Zhili court or the vassal state of the King of Wu.

In just four years, the Ming Society had more than 100,000 members. At its peak, when Song Zhengyu collected cashiers and absorbed the people, it reached more than 200,000.

Under Wu Zheng's tough suppression, Xia Wanchun purged Mingshe, but even so, there were still more than 100,000 members.

In the various prefectures in Jiangnan, the people are proud of joining the community. If one person in the family enters the community, they will summon relatives and friends to open a ancestral hall to congratulate them.

Especially for scholars in Jiangnan, every student who graduated from elementary school, the first thing they do is to submit an application for joining the local Mingshe branch.

Today, the Ming Society is no longer the Ming Society without classes and hierarchies before. The society has different positions and governs the trivial matters of the Taiping Prefecture General Club, various government branches, county branches, and even townships, neighbors. The branches at all levels all have different positions, governing and managing trivial matters in the society, and have become a power institution that is tacitly approved by the government.

The funds of Mingshe, except for the daily funding of the General's Mansion and the funding of the leader Xia Wanchun and others as the founder of Mingshe, came from private donations. Unlike the Song Zhengyu's concession silver, Mingshe does not accept donations from the people, but donations from wealthy families, wealthy families and gentry.

This invisibly caused the Ming Society to fall into a vicious circle, that is, Wu Zheng suppressed the wealthy families, wealthy families and gentry on the one hand, and the wealthy families, wealthy families and gentry on the other hand, began to have a voice again through infiltration of the Ming Society, and the bigger the bigger it became.

When Wu Zheng founded the Ming Society with Xia Wanchun and others, he never expected that the Ming Society would quickly grow into such a giant in just four years.

Of course, the wealthy families, wealthy families and gentry families in Jiangnan are no longer the same. Under the strong suppression of Wu Zheng, especially after rushing the royal family to Chen Qianshan to "farm", the old wealthy families, wealthy families and gentry families fell, and the new group has grown and grown.

This new group is loyal to Wu Zheng and the General's Mansion, at least, currently, because they are beneficiaries of current policies. They have gained their current status and family business by relying on the political, commercial and agricultural orders of the General's Mansion. Naturally, they will not oppose Wu Zheng and the General's Mansion.

Therefore, at this time, it is said that Taiping Prefecture is not "Taiping", although it refers to the gathering and popularity of Ming Society members, the Ming Society's spearhead is not aimed at Wu Zheng and the General's Mansion, but the emperor, court, and important officials.

"Cross the river and expedition the north, and recover lost territory!"

"I would rather be a ghost in Jiangbei than a Taiping person!"

"Where does the hair stay with Mao? Please send troops to reinforce Jiangbei!"

"The emperor is unkind and the court is unrighteous!"

Mingshe organized students and scholars to be popular for three days.

With the acquiescence of the government, the team gradually grew, so that three days later, today, the number of people in the team has expanded to more than 30,000.

For Dangtu City, which has only more than 100,000 residents, one out of four or five people participated, which means that at least one person in each household was involved, and the momentum was very large.

Today, the popular team went east from the west gate to the front of the Duke's Mansion and stopped, shouting slogans in unison.

....

Listening to the shouts of the people outside the mansion, Xia Wanchun was already restless.

It was not that he didn't want to send troops, but Xia Wanchun had long wanted to send troops. As soon as he heard that Wu Zheng crossed the river north, Xia Wanchun wanted to send troops.

But his several requests for battle were handed to Yingtian Mansion, and they were like mud cows entering the sea, without any news.

Until yesterday, the Ministry of War sent an order to restrain the soldiers and hold on standby, but Xia Wanchun also received an emergency letter of help from Ma Shiying.

Xia Wanchun was distressed. This was not a simple reinforcement or non-reinforcement. This was a choice between loyalty and rebellion, black and white, respected and despised.

Disobeying the imperial edict to send troops would be equivalent to severing the retreat of oneself and Jianyang Guard. How to replenish supplies, how to reward merits, and how to pay for the casualties?

You can't let the soldiers cry after they bleed, right?

We cannot let the soldiers’ family members lose their husbands, sons, and brothers, be charged with the crime of rebel families, right?

But if the troops were not sent, the Wu battle would be in danger and the Northern Expedition Army would be in danger.

Xia Wanchun was very distressed and lost control of advancement and retreat.

If it were just him and his family, Xia Wanchun would have crossed the river at all costs, but Jianyangwei has 30,000 people and 30,000 families, how can he choose?

At this time, a guard of the palace rushed over, and it was obvious that he had an urgent report.

But when the guards arrived in front of Xia Wanchun, they couldn't speak.

Xia Chun was in a bad mood and said sternly: "If you have something to say, if you have farts, just let it go... I feel so embarrassed like a woman!"

The guard of the palace then hesitated and said: "Mr., outside the palace... outside the palace..."

"People from outside the palace gathered... I have known it a long time ago, so I still need you to talk about it?" Xia Wanchun interrupted immediately, "Get out!"

"No... the princess Rong Bing, the young man is not talking about the people, but... it is the third lady."
Chapter completed!