In the eastern suburbs of the capital, Chen Dalang, an oil seller, squeezed forward in the dense crowd, trying to squeeze closer to the road, hoping to see the tiger army entering the city with his own eyes.

If you're lucky, you might be able to see Li Zhi, the new monarch of Great Qi.

However, there were so many people on both sides of the road that Chen Dalang couldn't squeeze in at all. At a glance, I could only see the colorful headscarves in front of me, and I couldn't see the situation on the road at all. Chen Dalang anxiously moved left and right, but he couldn't take a step forward.

The night before yesterday, the vanguard of the Tiger Ben Army had entered the capital, and the process was not complicated. After hearing the news of Wuqing's defeat, the defenders above Chaoyang Gate did not dare to stop the Tianjin soldiers who attacked the city. The vanguard of the 1,600 Tiger Ben army easily recruited the defenders of the entire capital and controlled the thirteen outer gates of the inner and outer cities of Beijing.

The Forbidden City was immediately controlled by the Tiger Army. That night, the city was full of cold gunfire, and Chen Dalang did not sleep all night, and from time to time he heard the footsteps of soldiers "stampeding" on the street, and it is said that some people died that night. By daytime yesterday, it was already rumored that Emperor Zhu Youzhen had been captured alive.

The Ming Dynasty is over.

Chen Dalang's mood was a little complicated, because he grew up at the foot of the imperial city, and never thought that one day the emperor of the Ming Dynasty would be captured by foreign enemies. He never thought that one day Emperor Daming would be overthrown, and he never thought that he would be able to see such a major event as changing the dynasty with his own eyes.

For the Daming he is familiar with, Chen Dalang has a faint nostalgia.

But that trace of nostalgia is too insignificant, because no matter how orthodox the Ming Dynasty is, the lives of the people are too miserable. Chen Dalang's heart is more about the vision of a better future.

Yes, it was not the foreign tribes of Ru Mao who drank blood to enslave the Han people who destroyed the Ming Dynasty, but Li Zhi, who brought light and civilization to the world.

Regarding the situation of one town and nine provinces, the people of the capital know better than the people of other places. The changes brought by Li Zhi in one town and nine provinces are the envy of the people of the capital. Originally, Tianjin was just a transit port on the Grand Canal, crowded with destitute wharf workers and destitute military households. Originally, Tianjin was a place that the people of the capital looked down on.

However, after Li Zhi's rule for more than 20 years, Tianjin, or one town and nine provinces, has become a paradise.

Everyone has food and clothing, every household has more than enough, officials must say what they say, and the powerful do not commit any crimes. For the first time, the people of the Han people understood what the dignity of life was.

Chen Dalang is very envious of the people of Tianjin, and Chen Dalang, like other people in the capital, is full of hope that he can live like the people of Tianjin. But in the capital, which was controlled by the civil gentry, this idea was just an illusion. No matter how the court changes the law, the gentry who control the grassroots still have policies and countermeasures, and they are desperately oppressing the people at the bottom.

Today, however, it's all over.

The new army of the Ming Emperor Zhu Youzhen was completely annihilated, and the Tiger Ben army took control of the city of Beijing. The news in the streets and alleys said that Li Zhi, the king of Qi, would personally lead a large army into the capital. There is no doubt that a new dynasty will be established next, and the city of Beijing, like other Chinese lands, will be ruled by Li Zhi.

For ordinary people like Chen Dalang, being ruled by the King of Qi means a prosperous life and the dignity of being a human being.

The slightest reluctance to the fall of the Ming Dynasty is completely insignificant in the face of the bright future that Great Qi is about to bring. Everyone flocked outside the city gates to welcome Li Zhi and welcome this incredible ruler.

The crowd on both sides of the road suddenly burst into cheers, apparently the arrival of troops from one town and nine provinces.

Chen Dalang really couldn't squeeze to the front of the road, but he had a good brain, and went to the tea shop behind him to find a small shovel. He dug a mound of earth behind the crowd of onlookers, and finally made a half-meter-high mound and stood on it.

There were many Tianjin secret guards in the crowd, and they were very vigilant when they saw Chen Dalang holding iron weapons. However, after seeing that it was a shovel with no offensive power, the secret guard left.

Although it was more than 30 meters away from the official road, Chen Dalang stood on top of the mound and saw the scene on the road clearly.

Bands of Tiger soldiers were walking down the road.

Unlike the vicious Ming Dynasty soldiers, these soldiers from one town and nine provinces were real soldiers. They wore black military uniforms, stepped on Cheng Liang's leather boots, carried new-style carrying equipment on their backs, and carried beautiful breech-loading rifles on their shoulders. The eyes of these soldiers were full of confidence and determination, but there was not the slightest hint of tyranny and contempt for the common people.

If the Ming army had walked through the official road like this, the people around would have been scared away. However, in front of the Tiger Army, as long as it is a Han person, he will not feel the slightest fear. Those advanced equipment and the unruly expressions of the soldiers only brought a sense of security to the people, a sense of security that the people of Daming had never felt before.

Chen Dalang looked at the neat team of tiger soldiers and was amazed. Only such an army can protect the extraordinary territory established by King Qi.

Chen Dalang looked at it, shook his head and sighed, but suddenly saw a large number of cavalry coming in front of him.

This piece of cavalry was the guard of the high-ranking generals and the personal soldiers of the king of Qi. These elite soldiers controlled the speed of their horses and rode on the official road with their heads held high.

Then Chen Dalang saw Zhenbei Bozhong Peak riding a red horse.

Chen Dalang didn't know Zhong Feng's banner, but a scholar in front of him was literate. The scholar suddenly trembled, shrunk his body, and whispered that Zhenbei Bo Zhongfeng was here, so everyone nearby knew that it was one of the marshals of King Qi who had arrived. Everyone didn't dare to make any more noise, and only respectfully saluted to the north of the town.

The next ones to pass were Pingdongbo, Zheng Kaicheng and Dingxingbo, Li Xing.

After Li Xing passed, Chen Dalang became a little nervous and stared at the distance of the road.

Sure enough, Chen Dalang saw Li Zhi riding a jujube-colored horse.

Li Zhi did not play the guard of honor given to him by the Ming Dynasty. Now that Li Zhi has obtained the world, he is no longer ready to follow the rules of the Ming Dynasty. As a traverser, Li Zhi prefers a simple guard of honor, and he just arranges four strong guards behind him to hold four golden banners with the word "Qi".

The four big flags are enough to show that Li Zhi is different from the others, and the more ornate honor guard is meaningless.

Li Zhi rode on his horse and quietly looked at the Beijing city wall in front of him, thoughtful. The people around him could not see a trace of joy and excitement on Li Zhi's face, only the awe-inspiring silence.

Li Zhi did not look like a new monarch who had conquered the Ming Dynasty, but he was like an administrator who had been given a new task, and seemed to be thinking about all kinds of things in the new territory.

Chen Dalang was guessing what King Qi was thinking. He was thinking about how to bring the rich civilization of one town and nine provinces, or even better than the rich civilization of one town and nine provinces, to the capital and the entire Ming Dynasty?

Li Zhi's indifference made the surrounding people worship this new monarch who is about to lead the Han people forward.

Everywhere the jujube horse went, the ragged people of the capital knelt down like devout believers. Men, women, old people, children, all of them put their heads on the ground and shouted hooray.

Mountains and tsunamis.

Chen Dalang looked at Li Zhi's figure coming, as if he saw his future. He seemed to see himself on Li Zhi's big boat, cultivating hundreds of acres of wheat fields in North America, Oceania or India, leading his five children to graze and cultivate every day, and living a life that he did not dare to imagine before.

Two lines of hot tears suddenly welled up on Chen Dalang's face, and he knelt on his mound suddenly, shouting in unison with the people around him:

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!!"