Chapter 201

After hearing the contents of the imperial decree and looking at the trembling little eunuch before him, Wang Yan waved his hand: "Wang Ming, take this eunuch to get a good rest; you must not neglect the proper courtesies."

"Yes, my lord." Wang Ming at the door responded, walked in, casually took the imperial decree from the little eunuch's hand, and tossed it into Sun Fugui's hands: "Eunuch, please..."

"Ah? Thank... thank you, General Wang." The little eunuch had no one in the palace and no silver in his hands, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent to read the decree to this rebel leader. Realizing he was safe, the little eunuch hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed.

"Go."

Without waiting for the little eunuch to say more, Wang Ming impatiently grabbed the silly-grinning little eunuch and turned to leave.

Seeing the little eunuch being led away, Sun Fugui, who was standing to the side, looked at the imperial decree in his hand and smacked his lips: "My lord, this is aimed at us; they are treating us like the Jianzhou Jurchens."

He had previously mixed with Sun Chengzong's subordinates, and although his position was low, he could imagine how badass Sun Chengzong was. After all, Sun Chengzong had spent four years in Liaodong farming, building fortresses, and training troops, and hadn't fought a single battle. And not long after Sun Chengzong was removed, Ningyuan was besieged; regardless of the reason, it explained a lot of problems.

"No need to worry, I have my own plans. There are so many things to deal with in Liaodong, don't think about useless things, go do your work."

Sun Fugui had come to report on work and just happened to catch this and say a word casually. Besides, he was already on the boat now; he could only hope that Wang Yan would succeed. Saying so much was useless.

"Yes, my lord."

After Sun Fugui left, Wang Yan thought about...

These changes still had a significant impact on Wang Yan. If nothing else, just the single point of blocking Shanhai Pass was quite annoying. Whether it's population or supplies, Liaodong is relatively scarce, and since his own productivity hadn't been raised yet, Shanhai Pass was truly a lifeline.

However, he hadn't truly rebelled yet, so everyone was outwardly quite polite. Although there would be certain difficulties for supplies to pass through the pass, it was still workable if they studied it.

Moreover, with Sun Chengzong supervising Ji and Liao, Wang Zhichen, who held the same position, was in a very awkward spot. Pushed to this current position, Wang Zhichen had no way out; he couldn't run either. So this former big boss of Wang Yan could now also be said to be his little brother.

Wang Zhichen had been stationed in Shanhai Pass for a year, and he had managed things quite well up and down. Although there were many who looked down on Wang Yan and weren't on good terms with the two of them, there were also those who were. Under mutual checks and balances, the Shanhai Pass problem wasn't big.

As for Sun Chengzong blocking the external channels, to put it bluntly, Wang Yan wouldn't even need to step in; those merchants who did business with the two of them would open up the connections. You have to know that the products in Wang Yan's hands are unique in the Great Ming and sell quite explosively. A bunch of shrewd merchants had been trying to crack them for a year and still had no clue. It's also because of this that they couldn't let go of this source of wealth. They could even exert influence to give the Jianzhou Jurchens a breather when they had a chance to wipe them out, let alone a Sun Chengzong who was being squeezed out...

So, all in all, this impact was quite big, but it would slowly become not a big problem.

Over the past half month, Wang Yan hadn't just been doing nothing. He had already sidelined Man Gui and taken control of Ningyuan, so naturally, he wouldn't let go of other places in Liaodong.

Having reached this step, he had to take Liaodong. What if those others who weren't on good terms with him teamed up to deal with him? It wasn't that he was afraid he couldn't beat them, but a great chaos in Liaodong would destroy the fields he had worked hard to farm and the fortresses he had built, which would be a loss that outweighed the gain.

So, over this period, everything from Jinzhou to the Guangning Zhongqian Office and Qiantun area at the entrance of Shanhai Pass was taken over in coordination with the troops he had gathered, and combat soldiers with guns were sent to suppress them. All the generals who weren't of one mind had their military power stripped and were sent to keep Man Gui company. For those who resisted, the leaders and all the officers, big and small, were killed, and the common soldiers were demoted to hard labor.

The reason he didn't touch Shanhai Pass was to leave some face for both sides. Otherwise, if the gateway of the Great Ming was held in the hands of others, he would have to fight even if he couldn't win. After all, once you pass Shanhai Pass, it's flat land, and you can strike directly at the capital. Wang Yan didn't want to take action; he really hadn't thought about the matter of entering the pass to bombard the capital, and besides, his subordinates were a mess of problems, so he had to settle internal affairs first.

Nowadays, Wang Yan has nearly one hundred thousand troops under his command, and the military households have reached one hundred and fifty thousand. However, this is only outwardly stable; after all, those generals who defected to him were forced by the benefits under the stick, and their loyalty is only on the surface; who knows when they will turn against him.

Of course, Wang Mou is the most trustworthy, and also the most shameless motherfucker. If it weren't to set an example for those who would surrender in the future, these people who defected to him should have been killed the moment he took control of the troops... Now, well, wait until he slowly sidelines these generals, and then they can all go retire with Man Gui; that can be considered a good ending.

As for the civil official group in Liaodong, Wang Yan really didn't have enough manpower; if he killed them all, he really wouldn't have anyone to handle affairs. This is also why the civil official group is so transcendent, daring to roar in the court and spray at the Emperor; you really can't do without this bunch of intellectuals. So those who were obedient were all kept, and things remained as they were; those who were disobedient were all demoted to hard labor.

It could only be like this for a long time. Wang Yan wouldn't care whether they were corrupt or not, as long as they implemented his policies. As for the future... when his children are cultivated, these bastards, one by one, will all be digging mines and repairing roads.

There's a saying: if you take too big a step, it's easy to tear your balls, and he's tearing them now...

Not to mention the complex internal affairs, just feeding so many people, the family fortune he had worked so hard to save before was far from enough. Let alone paying the soldiers and letting them eat meat, it was already pretty good if they weren't starving. This was only after he had gathered all the supplies in Liaodong and added the silver he got from raiding some of the civil and military officials that he could barely guarantee it wouldn't collapse.

His current situation is estimated to be similar to Huang Taiji's. Shortage of logistics, and subordinates with different hearts. However, even so, Huang Taiji didn't have the guts to come and fight him. No matter how poor Wang Yan is, his elite troops are definitely supplied first; this is the foundation of his standing in Liaodong—whoever isn't convinced, he fights.

It's a coincidence; people shouldn't be talked about. Just as he was thinking about Huang Taiji, a personal guard walked in from outside: "My lord, just received news, Huang Taiji has sent troops to attack the Mongols."

"When did this happen?"

"Yesterday."

Wang Yan couldn't help but frown. Huang Taiji sent troops yesterday, and he only received the news now. It's said that information transmission in ancient times is slow. This is still because he has little pigeons; if he relied purely on people and horses to transmit, it would take at least two days, and they would have already been fighting like hell.

Spring has arrived, and life and production need to get moving. Having been beaten by him before, losing tens of thousands of troops and the Guangning Office, that old bastard Huang Taiji can't take it anymore; he doesn't dare fight him, so he looks for soft persimmons to squeeze. Wang Yan definitely can't let Huang Taiji succeed; he must keep him in the Northeast.

After thinking for a while, Wang Yan said: "Pass the order, leave five thousand to guard Guangning Office, and the rest will support the Mongol tribes that have surrendered to us. We must not let the Jianzhou Jurchens break through the blockade. Also, try to let the Mongols take the lead."

"Understood!"

The personal guard cupped his hands, hurriedly turned around, ran out, and whipped his horse to Guangning Office to pass the order.

Afterward, Wang Yan buried his head in work. Now it's a mess, and he really has to work for a few months.

Now the entire Liaodong, except for Shanhai Pass, is in his hands. His combat soldiers, military households, civilian households, and others like old scholars, master craftsmen, physicians, and so on, add up to over three hundred thousand people.

Doing business to earn silver, preparing supplies, manufacturing weapons and armor, weeding out and training combat soldiers, building roads and bridges, developing water conservancy, farming, basic health construction, basic industrial construction, training basic employees, upgrading the technology tree, building guns, cannons, and ships, cultivating a bunch of little kids, centralizing power by sidelining a bunch of useless generals, and so on—a huge pile of things.

Not only that, he also has five women in his back courtyard who need daily care... it's too fucking busy...

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Early May, outside Jinzhou City.

On a flat piece of land not far from the foot of the mountain, several artillerymen worked together to set up a cannon, and then, following the falling signal flag of a messenger in the distance, they lit the fuse and fired.

The pointed cannonball shot out of the barrel in an instant, spinning straight toward the mountain. With a "Boom," the cannonball landed on the mountain, collided, and exploded, smoke and dust rising, and shattered stones filling the sky.

A moment later, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the visible crater on the mountain showed the power of that cannonball.

In the distance, Wang Yan, with several personal guards, and a white-bearded old man with a weathered face, white hair, and a green long gown, held binoculars and looked at the crater on the mountain.

Seeing the power of the artillery, the white-bearded old man couldn't help but gasp.

Wang Yan casually threw the binoculars behind him, and a personal guard accurately caught and put them away, looking at the white-bearded old man beside him with a smile: "How about it, Old Sun? Can you block my artillery?"

This white-bearded old man was, of course, not Sun Fugui, but the fearless Sun Chengzong.

Before Wang Yan received the imperial decree, Sun Chengzong had already taken office. After more than half a month of clarifying the situation in Yongping Prefecture and Liaodong and making plans, Sun Chengzong had come out of the pass with just a book boy and a guard, in such a grand manner.

Because of the game between the two sides, the gates of Shanhai Pass were wide open, and one could pass in both directions after some simple inspections. Those entering the pass would receive hair-raisingly detailed inspections once they reached Sun Chengzong's territory. As for those leaving the pass, as long as they didn't violate the laws set by Wang Yan, regardless of whether they had ulterior motives or whatever, they could do whatever they wanted.

Although Wang Yan implemented military control, it was only a centralized allocation of resources in terms of the system. For those who were not combat soldiers, reserve military households, or master craftsmen, as long as they listened to the local officials and got the work done, everything else was fine. Anyway, the rules had already been stated; for those who were dishonest, caused trouble, or committed sabotage, once caught, there was no mercy, and they were sent directly to do hard labor. This was Wang Yan's main achievement in the past half month, letting most of the people at the very bottom know the rules.

It was also because of this that Sun Chengzong easily came out of the pass, strolled along the way to see the situation outside the pass, and finally went straight to Jinzhou City to find the General's Mansion, reported his identity, and used his seal to request an audience with Wang Yan.

To be honest, Wang Yan hadn't expected Sun Chengzong to be so bold. What is General Wang now? He is a thorough warlord, the local emperor of Liaodong, a terrorist. Sun Chengzong just came directly to his territory and even dared to see him—was he tired of living? You have to know that it wouldn't have been a problem even if he had just killed Sun Chengzong directly; the people in the court wouldn't risk starting a war with him because of a big fool who delivered himself to his door.

Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that Sun Chengzong had analyzed Wang Yan's actions and knew what kind of person he was. It also couldn't be ruled out that he was fearless himself. Wang Yan was more inclined to a combination of both; history told him that Sun Chengzong was a ruthless man who fought to the death for his country and people. Another thing was that the civil and military officials he had removed during the mutiny in Liaodong were really rarely killed; basically, they were all working. And this point also told Sun Chengzong that he wasn't just a brute who only knew how to kill.

However, according to Sun Chengzong's style of doing things, Wang Yan guessed that if he hadn't been so badass, making Sun Chengzong unsure, he probably wouldn't have come to see him, but would have pulled out his sword and gone to Shanhai Pass to hack Wang Zhichen without a word. Wang Yan believed Sun Chengzong could definitely do such a thing.

Hearing Wang Yan's words, Sun Chengzong shook his head and sighed: "Can't block it, can't block it..."

"I said so much and you didn't believe I wouldn't enter the pass, do you believe it now?"

Yesterday, when Sun Chengzong came, he sprayed Wang Yan as soon as he saw him, talking from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors all the way to how Zhu Youxiao had treated him well, crazily testing Wang Yan's bottom line, crazily courting death, spraying spit all over his face, and scolding him to pieces.

It was also at this time that Wang Yan knew what a real civil official with blood and backbone in ancient times was like; they really didn't tolerate any illness. In Sun Chengzong's eyes, what was he?

People weren't afraid of death, what could he do? Besides, Sun Chengzong was an old bone over sixty; if something really happened, it would be his sin. Finally, Wang Yan said all the nice things he could, pacified the old man, treated him with good food and drink, and only then did he come out today to show off his muscles.

"This old man believes, believes..."

"Can we talk properly now?"

"Alas..." Sun Chengzong looked up and sighed toward the sky: "Let's talk."

Having witnessed the power of the artillery and the previous muskets, he also knew he had wronged Wang Yan. Although he didn't know how many such cannons Wang Yan had, he could bombard Shengjing and scare Huang Taiji into being a turtle; just thinking about it, he knew he couldn't beat Wang Yan. If Wang Yan really had the heart, he should have fought his way to the capital in the past month...

After figuring this out, he even felt a little embarrassed. After all, he had dragged the man and sprayed him for so long yesterday, wronging him. However, this little embarrassment was fleeting, and he just relied on his age to act arrogant—so what?

Seeing the old man's discouraged look, Wang Yan said with a smile: "Let's talk as we walk."

Sun Chengzong nodded, turned to walk side by side with Wang Yan, and strolled toward Jinzhou City.

"Then I'll speak directly?"

"Speak."

"Good." Wang Yan nodded: "I have two requirements. First, I want refugees. Second, you cannot hinder trade."

"Just these two points?" Seeing Wang Yan nod, Sun Chengzong said: "These two points are easy to say, but I cannot open my mouth to say them..."

Wang Yan nodded to show he understood.

Sun Chengzong was transferred here to deal with Wang Mou, not to be all harmonious and make a fortune with him. If Sun Chengzong gave the order himself, he would really be courting death.

"Turning a blind eye, no problem, right?"

Sun Chengzong nodded. As for the refugees, as long as he let out some wind, there would be plenty of people running over to save their lives. As for trade... in fact, even if he investigated and cracked down strictly, it would be useless. In the past month, the powerful merchants who knew the news in advance had already opened up Yongping Prefecture; it couldn't be banned at all, and he wasn't effective either...

Not wanting to think about those who deserved to be killed, Sun Chengzong asked: "Are you paying attention to the war between the Jianzhou Jurchens and the Mongols?"

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and looked at him with a smile: "Those are tribes that have surrendered to me, how could I not know?"

"Oh? You're playing a big game of chess..." Sun Chengzong looked at Wang Yan in surprise; he really didn't know this news: "So you've started fighting the Jianzhou Jurchens again?"

"They can't run; they only have two roads: go north or go to the sea, otherwise they'll be trapped to death in the Northeast."

"I'd like to hear the details."

Except for things like artillery, muskets, and steam engines, he wasn't afraid of any other information leaking out. Even if they played with open cards, Zhu Youjian and the others wouldn't be effective.

As they walked, Wang Yan briefly told Sun Chengzong about the current situation and some of his big plans. Including analyzing that the Great Ming was about to perish and that it would be easy for him to take the country.

It didn't matter if he said these things to someone like Wei Zhongxian who had been removed, and it didn't matter if he said them to someone like Sun Chengzong who only had the Yan and Huang people in his heart.

In fact, a big reason why Sun Chengzong decided to be harmonious with him was that he was one of his own. The reason he sprayed him before was just because once he raised an army to rebel, the Central Plains would definitely be in chaos, and the ones who would suffer the most would ultimately be the common people at the bottom. Although common people don't live well now either, of two evils, choose the lesser.

Besides, someone at Sun Chengzong's level wouldn't fail to see that the Great Ming was no longer useful. It's just that they couldn't find a way to save the country for a while, and the resistance to reform was too great.

In fact, as long as Wang Yan didn't enter the pass to cause trouble and developed peacefully in Liaodong, Sun Chengzong was actually quite happy. After all, Wang Yan had money, and sending so many refugees over was a disguised way of helping the Great Ming. As for helping Wang Yan and making this scourge even more powerful, Sun Chengzong expressed that he was an old man about to die, so why care about so much.

The main thing was that Wang Yan really didn't have the intention to do big things. After all, his strength was there, and he had taken most of the troops in Liaodong, which was much more ruthless than the Jianzhou Jurchens. Sun Chengzong knew the level of his own people; they couldn't block him at all. He also knew that Wang Yan had no need to lie to him; changing dynasties was an easy thing, and since he hadn't done it, there was nothing to lie about.

After treating him with good food and drink and having a long talk, Sun Chengzong stayed for a day. The next day, Wang Yan sent personal guards to drive a carriage loaded with a pile of local specialties to send Sun Chengzong back. He couldn't afford to provoke this old man, so he should try to stay away from him in the future.

With no one to disturb him, Wang Yan once again threw himself into busy official business.

Wang Yan wasn't worried about the war between the Mongols in the north and Huang Taiji.

Although many men from the Mongol tribes that had surrendered to him had died, in the past half month, it wasn't a matter of who was beating whom; they were evenly matched.

The garrison in Guangning Office was ten thousand, and this time five thousand were sent out, plus the four thousand troops scattered among the Mongol tribes, totaling nine thousand troops. Counting the less than forty thousand from the Mongol tribes, a total of less than fifty thousand troops were fighting back and forth with the sixty thousand-strong army sent by Huang Taiji.

Strictly speaking, Huang Taiji's strength was crushing the Mongol tribes, but Wang Yan's nine thousand men had guns. Although there was no artillery, when fighting in the field, the simultaneous volley of these nine thousand guns was much more badass than the strong bows and powerful crossbows of the Later Jin cavalry.

However, the leading general executed Wang Yan's orders very well, fighting a war of attrition; otherwise, the men of the Mongol tribes wouldn't have died so many. No one is a fool; the leaders of the Mongol tribes definitely had opinions, but they dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak...

Now that they had been fighting for half a month, Huang Taiji would definitely withdraw his troops if he couldn't take it, because he couldn't hold on for long.

In fact, this was exactly the case. Huang Taiji had long discovered Wang Yan's sinister intention of letting them and the Mongol tribes consume each other, and then Wang Yan would sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor. The reason he didn't retreat before was just because of wishful thinking—what if Wang Yan messed up?

And their supplies were now strained to the point where they couldn't be more strained. It wasn't impossible to rely on Great Ming merchants to transport them here, but they also had to pay the corresponding price, didn't they?

Previously, they had money but couldn't convert it into supplies, so Great Ming merchants came to profit. But now they hadn't had any major gains for two years, and their money and treasures were exhausted. The Great Ming merchants, who were always smiling, also revealed their hateful faces and were no longer coaxing them kindly. They were almost at the end of their rope and had nowhere to go.

That's why they had been fighting for half a month and still wanted to fight. But Wang Yan's people were too hateful, always letting them see the hope of victory, and then killing them back, always giving people the illusion that they could take it if they just put in a little more effort...

And now, after thousands of casualties, listening to the increasingly smaller numbers reported by the logistics officer, Huang Taiji had to wake up and withdraw his troops.

He withdrew, but not completely. Although he didn't dare to attack Guangning Office or Jinzhou to look for a beating, he still had a little brother who had already been tamed. In early May, Huang Taiji withdrew from Mongolia, traveled east all the way, and arrived in Korea...

In mid-May, after a series of friendly conversations, he happily returned to his old nest in Shengjing at the end of May with a pile of supplies.

The war between the Mongol tribes and Huang Taiji ended. Wang Yan had his men cut off thousands of heads and sent people to pull them to the capital to request a reward...

Although Zhu Youjian and the others were disgusted, they still held their noses and acknowledged it. After understanding the situation and discovering that Wang Yan had actually started to annex Mongolia, they uselessly discussed the impact for a few days. Finally, they promoted Wang Yan to the Grade One Right Regional Commander, raised his general title from "Dragon and Tiger" to "Jianwei," and rewarded him with forty taels of silver to end the matter.

Anyway, they were all empty titles; as long as they didn't give him the position of Regional Commander, they would promote him until he had no life left. If that didn't work, they would promote him to Left Regional Commander; if he reached the top, they would grant hereditary titles; if he reached the top of hereditary titles, they would add titles like Junior Guardian, Junior Preceptor, Grand Guardian, Grand Preceptor, and so on. Anyway, they just wouldn't acknowledge real power.

Wang Yan didn't care; after all, on the surface, he was still a subject of the Great Ming, just maintaining some face.

In fact, before Huang Taiji passed through Shengjing without going home, Wang Yan already knew what that old bastard Huang Taiji was going to do. This time he scraped Korea again and did get a lot of supplies. They were useful but not very useful; those things wouldn't last long, just a few months. And by then it would be winter, and he would still have to train troops and still have to cause trouble; if things didn't go well, he could finish off the Later Jin this year.

Wang Yan thought it was quite good, but the development of things is pushed by people, and this person who pushed it really made Wang Yan couldn't help but look up to him a few times.

Huang Taiji was also a smart man who calculated everything, so how could he not think that Wang Yan would come to cause trouble when winter came? He asked himself that he couldn't withstand those guerrillas who came and went without a trace, couldn't beat them with few people, and couldn't catch them with many people; after all, he owed everything he had today to such a team. Therefore, after months of effort, Huang Taiji made a very wise and martial decision that shocked the Great Ming and the surrounding forces: he surrendered.

Yes, Huang Taiji surrendered.

In the first year of Chongzhen, October, Huang Taiji submitted a memorial to the Great Ming to claim vassalage and requested trade and market exchanges...

It was impossible for Huang Taiji not to know about Wang Yan and the Great Ming. Now this old bastard thought he had seized an opportunity to work with the Great Ming from the south and north to deal with Wang Yan... Of course, this was an excuse used by the envoy he sent to persuade the Ming court; after all, didn't he know whether he could beat him or not?

The Great Ming monarch and ministers entertained Huang Taiji's envoy and read the document requesting vassalage. At first, their first reaction was still very happy. After all, since the Wanli years, the Jianzhou Jurchens, who hadn't been beaten into submission, had submitted a memorial to claim vassalage in their dynasty; this showed that their civil and martial virtues were great and the Great Ming was reviving.

However, after thinking it through, it was as chilling as being doused with cold water on one's head while shirtless in the dead of winter.

Wasn't the situation obvious? Huang Taiji couldn't beat Wang Yan, to the point where he was almost killed by Wang Yan, and that was why he had to unite with them to deal with Wang Yan.

What did this mean? It meant Wang Yan was incredibly badass... How could this make them happy?

Unhappy was unhappy, but things that needed to be done still had to be done.

Wang Yan hadn't truly raised the flag of rebellion, so they hadn't fallen out. And after such a long time, they had also roughly understood Wang Yan's strength; he really had no intention of entering the pass, which was why they set their hearts at ease.

However, not entering the pass now didn't mean he wouldn't enter the pass in the future; he was ultimately a scourge. Now another scourge had submitted a memorial to claim vassalage, and the two scourges were biting each other like dogs; they were happy to see it happen. They even planned to grit their teeth and support Huang Taiji with a large amount of supplies in the situation of a great drought in Shaanxi and refugees everywhere, just to preserve such a scourge, so he must not disappear, so he could contain Wang Yan's energy and make him have no heart to enter the pass and go south.

Thus, after more than a month of negotiations and communication, in the first year of Chongzhen, November, the Jianzhou Jurchens re-submitted to the Great Ming and became an independent vassal state.

At the same time, Zhu Youjian also gave Wang Yan an imperial decree with a very bad taste, ordering him to stop all military actions against the Jianzhou Jurchens, open the Guangning market, and conduct normal trade with the Jianzhou Jurchens. He didn't care whether Wang Yan obeyed or not; nominal monarch and subject were still monarch and subject, and it was clear he was just disgusting Wang Yan.

Wang Yan really hadn't expected that Huang Taiji could make such a decision. Not to mention the internal questioning he would suffer, even the "Seven Great Hates" created by his father Nurhaci were ignored; this was forgetting one's ancestors.

However, it had to be said that Huang Taiji's decision was indeed the most correct. After all, they were about to fall apart and die, so why say so many useless things? Living and preserving their vital strength was the most important thing.

As for Zhu Youjian's imperial decree to disgust him, Wang Yan didn't care; he followed it.

After all, everyone was one of his own now; as long as they operated and paid taxes according to his rules, he didn't care about that. This could also ease the relationship with ordinary Later Jin banner people first, so that it would be easier to accept when digging mines and repairing roads to do hard labor in the future; they were all acquaintances, after all...

As for the supplies that the Great Ming sent to Huang Taiji by going around Mongolia in a big circle, Wang Yan didn't have anyone snatch them. He had to let those laborers live...

Another thing was that he no longer had the military pay and supplies allocated by the Great Ming. Previously, although they were often in arrears, there were still some, just not enough in number. And now that he didn't have military pay and supplies here, he saved a lot of silver, although not much could reach the local level, but if something went wrong in any link and the Great Ming collapsed a little later, wouldn't he be awkward?

So it's not bad for Huang Taiji to drag down the Great Ming's already not-so-rich finances. Try to finish it as soon as possible, or at the very least, follow the original script...