015 As Long as the People Remain, the City Endures

Boxes of silver coins were poured onto the ground, their bright, dazzling gleam in the sunlight irresistibly enticing. All this silver had been borrowed by Wang Lanping from the Du family. His reasons for doing so were twofold: to win over the people's loyalty, certainly, but more importantly, to ensure a steady supply of soldiers. His military leadership had already been widely recognized; now, he wanted everyone to know that anyone who pledged allegiance to General Wang would earn enough money in their lifetime, whether in life or death.

Everyone received their hefty shares of silver—more than they knew how to spend—and the air was filled with laughter, cries, and cheers blending into one jubilant chorus.

A few young officers, seemingly from the army ranks, stepped forward from the crowd, attempting to quell the revelry. “Everyone, quiet! Have you ever seen a general like this? Have you ever followed such a general? Do you still want to be deserters under your former commanders? I don’t.”

With that, they all turned together and knelt in unison before Wang Lanping on the city tower, clasping their hands resolutely as they declared loudly, “From today onward, I, Song Dali, pledge to follow General Wang loyally, to pursue the general’s mission to quell rebels and restore order, unwavering until death.”

Upon hearing this, the entire army responded simultaneously, kneeling in unison—a magnificent display. In unison, they shouted, “We vow to follow the general in pacifying rebels and restoring order, steadfast until death.”

This was exactly what Wang Lanping had hoped to see. His efforts had not been in vain, and he was deeply moved by the soldiers’ loyalty. From this moment on, he was no longer alone; he had his true army. The spark of rebellion was beginning to blaze.

“Good!” Wang Lanping waved his hand. “No matter whose soldiers you were before, from now on, you are all my brothers. Although I cannot bestow titles or ranks on you now, I can tell you this: the Prince of Fu has already ascended the throne in Nanjing, restoring the Ming dynasty. Everything you have done today will be known to the emperor. In times of chaos, heroes emerge. This is an era for men to fight on the battlefield and achieve greatness. When the realm is pacified, you will be the future lords and generals of Ming. Long live Ming!”

Not only had they been given silver, but promises of rank and honor further fueled their excitement. Although these words might sound boastful, in the electrifying atmosphere, everyone believed wholeheartedly that with such a brave, wise, and generous general leading them, nothing was impossible.

“Long live Ming!” The passionate cries echoed in everyone's hearts.

County Magistrate Kong, upon hearing that the Prince of Fu had proclaimed himself emperor in Nanjing, wept uncontrollably, mourning as if he had lost a parent, wailing on the ground.

This morale-boosting event was a complete success—more gratifying to Wang Lanping than repelling two invasions by the Shun army. To have influence in the newly established Nanjing regime, he needed to hold military power, and this was a good start. The next step was to win the support of the common people.

For years, the people had suffered under the Ming court. Wang Lanping harbored little affection for the Ming dynasty. From the royal family down to local officials, all had exploited the people without mercy. He longed to eradicate all corrupt officials in the land. The only person he wished to repay was Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian, a tragic monarch not ruling over a fallen kingdom but fated to suffer its ruin.

Even in death, the emperor left behind a heartrending plea: “Let the rebels divide my body, but spare my Ming people.” The words of a dying man are the truest. Though he could not bestow grace upon the people during his life, he achieved the immortal feat of dying for his country. Who could blame an emperor undermined by the Donglin faction? It was no wonder Chongzhen, at his death, bit back his resentment with the words, “I am not the king who destroyed the country; the civil officials should be punished.”

Wang Lanping remained loyal only to Chongzhen. He vowed to change the Ming dynasty’s past mistakes and fulfill the regrets of the late emperor by restoring the Ming realm.

He still remembered the history of the Southern Ming—a worse and more powerless regime, lasting just over a decade before being crushed by the Qing army. It was a deeply regrettable era for posterity.

But now, everything was just beginning. Wang Lanping still had a chance to change history and prevent tragedy from repeating. He would march to Nanjing with his army and alter the course of events.

The remaining four hundred or so inside the city were reorganized into the Wind Battalion. Song Dali, a passionate and fierce man from northern Liaoning, was promoted from centurion to commander of a thousand—Wang Lanping’s highest possible rank to confer.

Outside the city, the relentless war drums sounded again. Wang Lanping hurriedly climbed the city tower.

“General, the Shun army is going to forcibly assault the city,” a soldier reported.

Today was Song Dali’s happiest day—not because of newfound wealth or rank, but because he felt he had followed a peerless hero destined to accomplish great deeds. This intuition came from ten years of military experience: a general who cared little for money and acted with such righteousness surely had greater ambitions—dominion over the realm. Whether it belonged to the Zhu family or Wang’s, he had chosen the right man.

Wang Lanping gazed at the rolling tide of the Shun army approaching and patted Song Dali on the shoulder. “What must come will come. Issue the orders as planned—hold the walls tightly.”

“Yes!”

This time, the Great Shun army returned with renewed strength. Li Laixiang revised the battle strategy, replacing cavalry with infantry. For the first time, a thousand soldiers carried newly crafted scaling ladders, advancing in tight formation to launch a brutal and bloody assault on the city walls.

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