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As soon as Wu Fengshan arrived at the barracks, the entrance was immediately guarded. These days, the Taiping army was very strict. The appearance of more people did not attract much attention. As soon as Wu Fengshan entered the barracks, the Taiping army brothers in the adobe houses in Shaanxi immediately surrounded him.
"Brother Wu, is there any news?"
"Brother Wu, what did the brothers outside say?"
All the officers and soldiers started asking questions at once.
"The brothers in the other battalions said that if the home is really like what is written in the letter, everyone still wants to go back." Wu Fengshan introduced the attitude of the other Taiping army. "Everyone also said that when we followed the King to conquer the world. Now that the King is gone, we can't continue to conquer the world. We have risked our lives for the King for so many years. It's enough. At this time, we brothers have to plan for ourselves. "
Selfishness was human nature. When there was a great future, or when the group to which they belonged encountered difficulties that could be overcome, the participants were always prone to explode with the spirit of heroism and self-sacrifice. The situation was constantly changing. The great future had nothing to do with the current Taiping army. When the whole pie could not be expanded, all the problems immediately began to highlight.
In this political offensive against the Taiping army, Vézé gave his own opinion.
The Liberation Party had flourished in recent years because the industrialization process led by Vézé had distributed the domestic industrial dividends to the entire country and organization in a more balanced way. Since these benefits were benefits that the Liberation Party and the Liberation Army could not obtain on their own, Vézé's request was more inclined to the masses. Of course, the organization could accept it. With the development of productivity, the life of the entire liberated area had improved.
There were only backward leaders, not backward masses. The masses were not stupid. They knew what they had paid and what they had gained. Everyone knew very well that they could not achieve the current life progress by themselves. In order to obtain more benefits, everyone naturally followed the Restoration Party and the Liberation Army.
Hong Xiuquan and the other kings of the Taiping Rebellion also wanted to be like the group led by Vézé, releasing endless light and heat like the sun. But they couldn't. With the intelligence of these people, they naturally knew that Vézé had driven them to the northwest for some conspiracy that they could not understand at the moment. But Vézé didn't need to say anything. In order to benefit his subordinates and the local Han people who truly supported the Taiping Rebellion, the Taiping Rebellion had no choice but to cleanse the northwest. If they didn't cleanse the Northwest, they would be annihilated. If they didn't cleanse the Northwest, they wouldn't have any land or wealth to give to their followers. This was a very realistic matter.
It had been five or six years since the end of the purge. The benefits had long since been distributed, and everyone's gratitude had also faded. The backward productivity and relations of production in the agricultural era had caused the Taiping army to encounter problems. Everyone in the Taiping army knew that they could not defeat the Liberation Army. Those who were ambitious in the lower ranks of the Taiping army felt that there was no future, while those who were not ambitious hoped to be disarmed and return to the countryside. Even if they couldn't get more, at least they didn't want to lose something. This was the common view of everyone.
Even if there was no way to stand at the height of Vézé to look at the problem, and there was no way to use Vézé's generalizability to summarize things, the middle and lower ranks of the Taiping army saw the specific problems that Vézé saw. They knew that they could not fight for more, so they didn't want to lose anything that they already had.
This was the problem that Wu Fengshan told the lower ranks of the Taiping army. About 30% of the troops he contacted saw that their hometown had changed well. Although they had doubts about whether it would be better to go back home to farm, home was home. It was indeed a good thing to be able to go back and live in their hometown. In Jiangnan, as long as there was land and they only had to pay a 30% tax, they would definitely not starve to death, and their lives would become better. But in the northwest, if the land was not irrigated, no matter how much land there was, they might not be able to completely get rid of the threat of death. As for those irrigated land, how could it be the turn of the lower ranks to touch it? The upper ranks and their trusted aides had long divided the land. This 30% of the brothers thought that going home was better than staying in the northwest.
The other 30% had no confidence in the future at all, and everyone was disheartened. They felt that with the current situation, it was better to just disperse. As for after dispersing, they had no other choice but to go home.
The other 40% felt that it would be a little unfair for them to leave just like that. The land they had been allocated was mediocre, and they had already married and had children in the northwest. This group of people did not care about what changes happened to the upper ranks. As long as their current lives were not threatened, it was not unacceptable for them to be farmers in the northwest.
The specific situation and the problems were different, but everyone had the same idea, and that was, they did not want to continue fighting.
In the recent political offensive against the Taiping army by the Liberation Army, it was precisely this point that was emphasized the most. As long as these old brothers of the Taiping army were willing to put down their weapons, whether they went home or stayed in the northwest, the Liberation Army would let them live a stable life. Whether the Taiping Rebellion was destroyed or not had nothing to do with these brothers.
Prince Of Qi Vézé was no stranger to these old brothers of the Taiping army. In the Taiping army, there were tens of thousands of people who had seen Prince Of Qi Vézé from afar. Of the three Prime Ministers of the Northern Expedition, except for Li Kaifang's troops, the other two subordinates of the Prime Minister knew this Prince Of Qi, who had saved the Northern Expedition Army and established the Huaihe River defense line very well. The incident of Vézé forcing the Heavenly King of the Taiping Rebellion, Hong Xiuquan, to "relocate the capital" was something that all the old brothers of the Taiping army had experienced. There were all kinds of stories about Vézé in the Taiping army.
For these wavering Taiping army, there was only one thing they needed to do, and that was to confirm whether Vézé's promise was true. After all, the Taiping army was not the Liberation Army. If Vézé played a trick on them, who could they go to for justice?
Wu Fengshan's real identity was naturally an intelligence agent of the Liberation Army, and he could clearly feel this. The first part of persuasion was easy, but everyone was stuck at this step. If they could not have confidence in Vézé, the rest of the matter would not be able to be pushed forward. But for this matter, the efforts of people like Wu Fengshan were like a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood. Other than waiting anxiously, Wu Fengshan had no other choice.
August passed day by day, and on the 19th, a person appeared in the official office of the Brave Prince Zhang Yingchen, the Commander of the Chang'an Imperial Guards. This person's attire was neat, and he saw that Zhang Yingchen had washed his face. But the thick smell of sweat on his body was enough to prove that he had been running in the heat of August for more than one or two days.
After seeing Zhang Yingchen, the person tiredly bowed. "Greetings, Brave Prince."
"Sit down and talk." After all, Zhang Yingchen was from the Liberation Army, and he did not have the ostentatious aura of a prince of the Taiping army. After all, the education and training that Zhang Yingchen had received since joining the army had repeatedly emphasized, "The purpose of doing things is to complete things, and any choice should be carried out in the most advantageous way possible." Allowing his subordinates to sit down and talk comfortably was good for reporting work. Even if after reporting, he would immediately drag his subordinates out and kill them. But this had nothing to do with letting him report work properly.
After Zhang Yingchen left Vézé's subordinate and became a direct subordinate of the Taiping Rebellion, he relied on this attitude to gain a firm foothold. Following the Brave Prince, one would not be bullied. This was the unanimous feeling of Zhang Yingchen's subordinates.
"Brave Prince, the Liberation Army has witchcraft!" the soldier from the Taiping Rebellion immediately said with a tired voice after sitting down.
"Witchcraft?" Zhang Yingchen almost unnoticeably twitched his mouth. It would be strange if there were no "witchcraft" when following Vézé. Just like when Zhang Yingchen first established the hospital system in the Taiping army, many people said that Zhang Yingchen was using witchcraft. If not for the fact that the military hospital had saved many brothers who would have died on the battlefield, and that the military hospital had indeed been operated by other troops without any contact with Zhang Yingchen, Zhang Yingchen might have already been tied to a pile of firewood and set ablaze.
"Tell me in detail." Zhang Yingchen continued to ask.
This soldier who came to see Zhang Yingchen was Zhang Yingchen's informant in Shi Dakai's army. This time, when Shi Dakai had sent troops to attack Luoyang, he had participated. The whole thing happened too quickly, so the informant couldn't remember much.
At first, everything was normal. The fast-moving Taiping army charged straight for a mountain pass in the Liberation Army's territory. Shi Dakai's elite troops were also very capable of fighting. They didn't foolishly attack head-on, but adopted the tactic of attracting the enemy from the front and launching a surprise attack from the back. This tactic was very successful at first, and the seemingly sturdy defensive position was instantly broken through.
When the two teams, which were attacking from the front and the back, converged and prepared to continue to divide and annihilate the enemy, they discovered that many of the sturdy firing points had begun to fly at them. This wasn't a volley of bullets. With the continuous "tut, tut, tut" sound, the bullets really were like a violent storm blowing against Shi Dakai's elite troops. Every raindrop had a fatal effect. Shi Dakai's troops were knocked down like rice being cut down.
The Taiping army had never encountered such an attack before. They couldn't see the enemy clearly from afar, but they were already being beaten up like this. Fortunately, the Taiping army was also very experienced, and they immediately found a place to hide. Following that, the Liberation Army's cannons plowed through the Taiping army's hiding place with terrifying fire and accuracy.
This informant saw that things were not going well and began to run. The remaining memories were very chaotic and fragmented. How he ran and how he ran out, the informant could no longer remember. The only thing he could remember was the bullets and artillery shells flying around him, and the various sounds of the battlefield interweaving together. Falling, getting up, running, falling again, getting up again, and running again. By the time he realized what was going on, less than two hundred of the more than three thousand people had run out. These people had already thrown away their guns. Even if their rubber-soled shoes had shoelaces, dozens of them had still run away with their shoes.
At this point, Shi Dakai's subordinates had nothing more to say and immediately began to run for their lives.
Thinking back to the battle and the corpses that littered the ground, the informant could only repeat, "Brave King, the Prince Of Qi knows sorcery!"
Zhang Yingchen wasn't excited at all. He first let the informant go back to rest, and he sat in a chair with his eyes slightly closed, thinking. From the informant's description, Vézé must have developed a new type of weapon. This weapon could shoot bullets at an astonishing speed. Its power was far greater than any firearm. Having followed Vézé for several years, Zhang Yingchen didn't find this strange at all. On the contrary, the Taiping army's progress in weapons exhibition was very slow. This speed was a strange thing for the Liberation Army.
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