Chapter 183: Concubine Li Shishi, Thanking Lord for the Grace of Saving My Life (Extra Chapter for White Silver Alliance Leader WarmS

"Why?"

"Haven't I been good enough to you?"

Dorgon, a dagger embedded in his back, turned his head with difficulty to look at Bumbutai. "Why?"

Bumbutai, holding her son, gritted her teeth, her eyes red. "For Fulin!"

Dorgon was filled with confusion. "I treated Fulin like my own son!"

"Own son?"

Bumbutai sneered coldly. "Truly your own son, yet you could bear to send him to the White Mountains and Black Waters, to be a wild man!"

After enjoying the prosperity and civilization of the city, who would be willing to return to the primeval forest to be a wild man?

If it were only Bumbutai alone, a woman, perhaps she would have given it more consideration.

But her son was still young; how could he be a wild man for his whole life?

For her son, she could do anything.

"Cough, cough~~~"

Dorgon gave a bitter smile. "I don't want to either, but if I don't go, I'll die."

"It won't happen." Bumbutai held Fulin tighter. "Wu Sangui promised; as long as you die, our mother and son will let bygones be bygones."

"I see~"

Dorgon finally understood.

It was Wu Sangui who had secretly contacted Bumbutai, telling her to eliminate him.

He clearly drove off the Mongol tribes only to go attack Korea, yet he could still stretch his hand all the way to Hetu Ala.

Wu Sangui, well done.

He opened his mouth, and blood foam flowed out.

Dorgon wanted to tell Bumbutai that so-called promises only stand a chance of holding when both sides' strength is roughly equal.

The Great Qing has now declined to the point of being inferior to even a third-rate tribe on the Great Grassland; on what grounds would Wu Sangui let bygones be bygones with you!

Fleeing into the White Mountains and Black Waters still holds a sliver of hope.

Trusting Wu Sangui to surrender, you'll all die!

"Haha~ cough, cough~~"

Dorgon, his life force rapidly fading, stared fixedly at Bumbutai.

Using the last of his strength, he spoke a sentence of longing.

"I'll be down below, waiting for you, mother and son!"

Lin Dao, having returned to Jinling City, received a battle report sent by Wu Sangui.

The Tartar remnants at Hetu Ala launched a mutiny, killed Dorgon, and handed over Hetu Ala in surrender.

In the military report, Wu Sangui made no secret of the fact that all adult males had been disposed of, while the women and dependents were arranged to be sold off.

"Finally."

Setting down the military report, Lin Dao stood up and looked at the map. "It's over."

"For a thousand years, the Tartars who harmed the Central Plains the most have been terminated."

"No more endless slaughter, no more national ruin and genocide, no more of Hong Chengchou's bullshit 'flourishing age,' no more countless indemnities and cessions of territory!"

Lin Dao, in a splendid mood, drank wine on his own initiative for once.

He even called over Chen Yuanyuan and the others to perform different versions of the squatting dance to add to the fun.

A night of carefree revelry; the beauty of it is not for outsiders to know.

The sun was high; Lin Dao, waking up, shoved off the arms and legs pressing on him.

After washing up, he came to the study to look at the map.

"All thirteen provinces have been recovered."

Lin Dao's finger landed on Hetu Ala, then immediately continued northward.

He called over his personal guards. "Write this down; I am making the following deployments."

"The Guan Ning Army, after pacifying Korea, will march north, cross the White Mountains and Black Waters, and keep heading north without stop, all the way to the ends of the earth."

"If you encounter any barbarians along the way, dispose of them all."

His finger slid westward onto the Great Grassland.

"The garrisons of Xuanfu, Yanxu, Ningxia, Guyuan, and Gansu will move troops northward to clear the grassland."

"Build roads and fortress cities along the way; conduct household registration migration and allocate pastures."

His hand continued west, covering the Western Regions.

"Send orders to Liu San Dao: after recovering the Western Regions, build roads and fortress cities and develop farmland along the way; conduct household registration migration to solidify the border."

"Order him to continue marching west; take a place, hold a place, solidify a place."

"Like a rolling wheel, continuously rolling and advancing westward."

His great hand moved down, landing on Yunnan and Myanmar. "The troops of Yunnan, Guangxi, and Myanmar will first sweep through the Indochina Peninsula; after household registration migration stabilizes the area, they will continue west, sending troops into Heaven's Help."

His hand swept across the numerous islands to the south.

"Send orders to Zheng Sen: these islands must be thoroughly cleaned up."

"Whether barbarians or wild men on the islands, dispose of them all; a bounty order can be issued for heads, and I will provide the silver."

"Household registration migration, building roads and reclaiming farmland, medicine for preventing and treating local diseases — I will send them from here."

"Order him to dispatch a fleet to continue exploring southward."

"There is a large island to the south; it can be scouted first, a forward base established, and then household registration migration sent there continuously."

Last of all, is the east.

"Zheng Zhilong's movements are too slow."

Lin Dao shook his head. "A mere Tokugawa Shogunate — pass the order to him to mobilize their internal strife as much as possible."

"The banner of the Toyotomi Descendants can be raised, providing grain, weapons, and material support to ambitious men, letting them slaughter each other."

"Once the people are all killed off, household registration migration can be sent over to receive it."

"Tell Zheng Zhilong that my large ocean-going ships are nearly finished."

"Have him transfer veteran sailors, then form a fleet; holding the sea charts I provide, they will sail eastward all the way to the far shore of the ocean."

"That place is the Shang Dynasty Remnants, the inherent land of the Central Plains since ancient times!"

Seeing his personal guards finish recording, Lin Dao waved his hand.

"Send it out."

Household registration migration targets local clan powers.

Directly uprooting entire households, migrating them to the ends of the earth.

Continuous migration, continuous splitting — clan powers will naturally grow weaker and weaker.

Dealing with clan powers, one cannot use blades and soldiers; the best method is disintegration.

Hands clasped behind his back, he stood before the map, slowly surveying it.

Lin Dao caught his breath. "Next is gradual outward expansion."

"The first phase's target will take at least ten years or more."

"Age of Great Navigation?"

"The Central Plains began it long ago."

"Zheng He's mantle transmission — I will take it up."

Modern World, Hai Gang Cheng.

Beaming, Lin Dao saw off the tycoon major customer.

He had transported one ton of gold from the Chongzhen Spacetime for sale.

This was war spoils Zheng Sen captured in Luzon and other places, brought from the Americas by the Franks, and mined from local gold mines.

The most intuitive manifestation of the Age of Great Navigation is obtaining massive wealth.

Lin Dao unhesitatingly brought it back to the Modern World to sell.

He originally thought the quantity too large, and with gold prices recently surging to a staggering degree, it should be hard to move.

Unexpectedly, a major customer is a major customer — they took it all.

Such formidable financial resources are truly enviable.

Having made a killing, Lin Dao paid part of the goods payment and placed a deposit on a new batch of goods.

With the remaining money, he took a portion and purchased a house in Hai Gang Cheng.

"From now on, coming to Hai Gang Cheng, I won't need to stay in hotels."

After moving into the house and wandering around, Lin Dao started crossing preparation to show his face and clock in.

"Hm?"

The Green Time-Space Gate before him had changed from two into three.

The front two were both dark green; the newly appeared one was light green.

This scene, Lin Dao had seen before.

When opening the Chongzhen Spacetime, it was exactly like this.

"Transcender God."

Lin Dao pressed his palms together, bowing all around. "Help me out, let my wishes come true."

He first set off for the Chongzhen Spacetime to show his face and clock in, handle some official duties, and indicate he would enter seclusion.

Then he went to the Yonghe Spacetime.

Lin Dao had purchased many supplies not suitable for storage in the Modern Spacetime; they were all placed in the Yonghe Spacetime.

He called Liu Hu to help; first he put on a stab-proof vest, then over it a full set of heavy armor.

He fastened the face armor, slung the Uzi Submachine Gun on his shoulder, hung a Glock and a hammer on either side of his waist, and lifted a riot shield.

Nodding to Liu Hu, Lin Dao activated the crossing and entered the Third Time-Space Gate.

——

In the sky, the sunlight was bright.

Warm sunlight filtered through clusters of white clouds, casting dappled light and shadow onto the mortal world.

Beside the dry road, a red-eyed wild dog burst from the withered bushes, clutching half a palm in its mouth.

On the road, a woman in a green dress stumbled forward.

"Help—"

Her clothes were disheveled, her pretty face covered in dust and tears.

She had fled for a long time and had long since lost all strength.

Laboriously moving her legs, her beautiful hair tangled with dry grass kept falling and swaying.

"Help~~"

Hoofbeats sounded; a party of ten-odd cavalry trotted up behind.

The woman looked back, her face instantly fearful; her body squeezed out its last strength, accelerating her flight.

"Help~~~"

The cavalry on horseback were in no rush to catch up.

They seemed to be hunting, driving their prey to flee for its life until utterly exhausted, only then harvesting the prey.

The woman finally lost all strength and collapsed onto the dust-covered road.

A pair of delicate hands once used for plucking the qin were also scraped raw and bleeding.

The sound of hoofbeats behind her grew closer; the cavalry on horseback let out raucous laughter.

The woman sprawled on the ground despaired.

She knew what she would face next.

No more tears; her tears had long since been cried dry.

【Jililala~~~】

Voices of conversation came from behind, as if arguing over something.

Before long, someone dismounted, and the victor walked toward her.

The woman cried out miserably, "Help~~~"

The next moment, a pair of long legs wrapped in iron greaves appeared before her.

She struggled to tilt her head up; what met her eyes was a burly figure wrapped head to toe in steel armor.

【Jililala~~~】

Urgent shouts came from behind.

In a moment, the sound of bowstrings stretching reached her ears.

Several heavy arrows shot forth; the iron-armored man raised a massive shield.

【Dong dong dong~~~】

The dull thuds of heavy arrows striking the shield transmitted into her ears.

The woman stared blankly, watching the iron-armored man take a weird object from his shoulder and grip it in hand.

The next moment~

【Zizi zizi~~】

Short and dense gunshots rang out; flying casings tumbled and fell before the woman.

Wisping white smoke, radiating scorching heat.

Screams, shouts, the tragic cries of horses, the sound of heavy bodies hitting the ground.

The sounds ceased, leaving only the wailing cries of men and horses.

The iron-armored man ejected the empty magazine, loaded a fresh one, and slung it back on his shoulder.

One hand holding the shield, one hand gripping the Glock.

Large feet strode past the woman, advancing.

【Bang!】

【Bang!】

【Bang!】

The woman painfully turned her head to look back.

She saw that iron-armored man, holding the weird little thing in hand, pointing at one fallen cavalryman after another.

Each person he pointed at, a booming report would sound.

Then he took down the hammer and brought it down blow after blow on the horses' heads.

When no more wailing neighs came, the iron-armored man turned and walked over with heavy steps, looking down at the woman from above.

The ringing in her ears from the shock dissipated.

The woman struggled to climb up and saluted the iron-armored man.

"Concubine Li Shishi thanks Lord En for the grace of saving my life."

(End of Chapter)