stubborn thief

Chapter 259 Slaves and Slaves

The chubby Master Su Mang was sitting on his horse in armor, while the Hequ horse, known for its strength, was striding overwhelmed.

Before he left the horse army, he turned his head to look at his nephew who was in the entourage, and said with a frown, "Danba, come to the front, you... can I steal your gold or what?"

He didn't know what to say. His nephew, Lord Danba, was wearing a chain mail and had a bulging stomach. It was obvious that he had put the few catties of gold in his arms again.

"Not uncle, must we be at the front of the army formation?"

Danba went forward to beat his horse, while looking back: "The Han people have big guns, and King Baili's master Daiben is behind."

"Oh, my sister is such a good woman, why did she marry such a short-lived coward as your father, and gave birth to you, a guy who is more cowardly than a rabbit!"

Su Mang shook his head, but he didn't look at his nephew with ridicule, he only felt distressed, and said, "Danba, your property has been looted, stand next to me, uncle won't let you have trouble."

He felt that his nephew had been influenced by his ears and eyes, and learned all the unnecessary things of nobles, but he didn't learn the fundamentals of being a noble.

Danba said: "Uncle, it's not that I'm cowardly. You don't know...they have big muskets, and they can pass through several of them at a distance of a hundred steps. It's too dangerous before the battle."

Three thousand Baili troops are advancing.

Su Mang took off his half-round steel helmet with peacock feathers and put it on his nephew's head, pulling his reins and walking horizontally in front of the army formation.

He said Danba, do you know why we have land and surnames?
Danba didn't know, or rather he didn't know the deep meaning of his uncle's question, because the question was too simple.

They are nobles, and only nobles in this land have a surname and land.

"Aristocrats can be kind, diligent, and temperate, or they can be cruel, lazy, and greedy, it doesn't matter."

The fat Master Su Mang pressed his mount tremblingly, and pointed at Danba on horseback: "Only for the land and the family name, you have to give everything. Without the land, there is no family name. Without the family name, you are a slave."

"Your land has been taken away and trenches have been dug. This is your war. You can't hide behind other nobles, but don't be afraid."

"Don't worry about what they have." Su Mang has never seen it before, and Su Mang doesn't care: "Uncle is standing with you, Su Mang's people are our blood armor and flesh shield."

When he waved his hand on horseback, more than 300 scantily clad Su Mang recruited slaves to form a phalanx, each holding a tool and bowing their heads forward.

The war horses galloped back and forth between the three armies, and the dust swirled up obscured the light of dusk.

Beside the ditch of the Danba manor, Crooked Liangzi was buried in his work, and kept asking, "Is this considered a violation of military orders? The handsome man only said that the door panels of the common people are not allowed to be removed, and the door panels of the nobles should be able to be removed... Hurry up, Put up the boards."

The things were prepared as early as when the trench was being dug, but it was unexpected that Dai Daozi walked forward and the enemy crossed the river behind.

Crooked Liangzi was very excited. After practicing back and forth in the training camp for several months, what he learned could finally come in handy.

Several Han soldiers demonstrated in front, Fan soldiers buried their heads in work, and Mongolian soldiers carried gunpowder, muskets, a wooden cannon and feather arrows.

The split door panel became a natural low wall, which was smashed into the loose ground with a mallet, and soil was poured between the two planks.

The crooked beam jumped up and down on the dirt wall.

The wall made by the six of them has two layers of wood boards, the middle earth wall is two feet thick on the lower layer, and one foot thick on the upper layer.

Wait for the soldiers to step on the earthen wall through the wooden boards, load the musket with ammunition, string the horn bow, load the wooden cannon with ammunition, and insert a row of feather arrows under their feet.

Crooked Liangzi just wiped the sweat off his forehead, buttoned his helmet, poked his head out from behind the earth wall, looked at the approaching army in the distance, then looked at the thickness of the earth wall, and fell into deep thought.

This kind of earthen wall was taught to defend against artillery in the training infantry battalion, and it can prevent the lion cannons of Cao Yao's artillery battalion from shooting flat from a hundred paces away.

But the enemy...the enemy seems to have no guns.

Crooked Liangzi wiped the sweat from his chin again, scolded his mother, frowned and said to himself: "Why don't they have guns?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the head by the old soldier who had just put down his axe: "It's not good if you don't have guns. I don't want to see your mother-in-law and sons?"

After all, several Han soldiers laughed.

Anger flashed across Crooked Liangzi's face when he was slapped, but then he heard his mother-in-law and son, squinting and smirking as they straightened their helmets.

He's a hapless lucky guy.

In the beginning of spring this year, he got the bandit name of this crooked Liangzi.

In the past, he was also a Ningxia Tang soldier. In spring, he used a horseshoe to measure Qinghai Lake for Marshal Liu, which was very unlucky.

The hundred or ten Tang soldiers who accompanied them fought against the Xifan tribe in Haixi for a while, and none of the others were injured. Only he was hit on the bridge of the nose by a stone and got this bandit title.

I ran away with nosebleeds for two days. I originally wanted to exchange food with the Xifan tribe, but I found a Mongolian tribe in Hainan. All the men of that tribe went to war, and the rest were women and children who could not ride horses.

There was only an old cripple who knew Chinese and medical skills. He heard that they were not here to fight, and wanted to exchange food, so he bought them two saddles, three blankets and a wrist knife.

He also treated the bridge of his nose by the way, and he was very grateful, so he untied his waist knife and gave it to the old man.

Now it's the old man's turn to be puzzled, he just gave a steel knife to fix the bridge of his nose, what kind of rich kid is this?
It just so happened that the old man's son-in-law died last year. Seeing how pleasing the crooked nose was, he decided to introduce his daughter to him.

The eldest girl is three years older than Wailiangzi, she can ride horses and shoot arrows, raise sheep, feed horses, chop people and set bones, and she can give him two Mongolian sons, one ten years old and one twelve years old, for nothing.

Crooked Liangzi was an idiot at the time, how could he have such a good thing?

He was in Ningxia and wanted to get married a long time ago. From sixteen to twenty-six, he couldn't get married.

Speaking of this year, it is not difficult to get married, depending on the price.

In Liu Dashuai's hometown, it doesn't matter whether you like old or young, tall or low, fat or thin, straw signs are planted around the neck, there are all at the gate of the city, and you don't get a penny. I can take it home.

Of course, if the girl follows you, you have to give someone something to eat.

But in Wailiangzi's hometown, he had to get cash grain, and two hundred catties couldn't afford it.

Don't look at Wai Liangzi's martial arts skills, it's useless to wait for three or five idlers to get close to him, it's useless, don't look at this when looking for a partner, and the matchmaker turns away when he hears that he is a soldier.

How many bricks are there in the Great Wall on the three sides of Shaanxi, and how many paupers and short-lived ghosts who are skilled in martial arts and can't live to be thirty on the side of the Great Wall.

Wai Liangzi sent a steel knife not only to have a mother-in-law, but also a son, which directly made him stand out from Liu Shizi's army of bachelors.

Going back to Haibei to report the matter, Liu Shizi was so happy that he was specially picked out from the Tangqi team, took a month off, prepared a betrothal gift, and visited his father-in-law when he went south.

Now Crooked Liangzi's father-in-law, mother-in-law and aunt have all been taken to Juerwan.

The mother-in-law was assigned to raise sheep in the market, and the cattle and sheep sold by Taiji were all raised by his mother-in-law;

The two Mongolian sons were still young, so they first learned language in the training camp and fed the horses, and then entered the training horse camp as a regular army, and went into battle as father and son soldiers.

So he didn't deserve this slap.

The crooked beam drove the wooden pole of the heavy gun into the soil, and the muzzle rested on the soil wall. The body leaned forward in a lunge, firmly placed the heavy gun on the shoulder, and tilted its neck to aim forward.

The newly-made heavy muskets are not too comfortable for positional warfare.

The bearded veteran also set up a heavy gun next to him, aimed at the distance, and said: "Anyway, the head will not be rewarded, and after a while, the heavy guns will be brought closer and aimed again. It is best to take their nobles, What is the name of the official position like that dumb one?"

"Dai Ben."

"Yes, try to beat them to death once and for all. These high-ranking officials and nobles carrying sheep are all the same. The war is lightly started. Those who are killed on the battlefield are his mother's children of poor families."

Crooked Liangzi took it for granted, they were all people who had seen the world.

When people live in one place for a long time, they think that the world is only that big.

However, the wealth in some places in the world will exceed people's imagination, and the poverty in some places will also exceed people's imagination.

Marching from the north to the south, there are many people belonging to the nobles who send Ula to carry supplies for them. Some nobles send their leaders to Ula for more than 200 days a year.

For more than 200 days, it is almost equivalent to a slave, because the mountain will be blocked by heavy snow for several months.

"It is estimated that when I go back this time, the commander-in-chief should pay the invoice as a monthly salary."

Crooked Liangzi is looking forward to receiving his salary again. Before he gets married, he has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry. If Marshal Liu gives him enough rations, he will be able to ride the horse around the world.

But now that there are mothers-in-law and aunts, suddenly there are old people and young children, and they look like decent people, and food is not as valuable as it used to be.

He felt that he still needed some money, even if it was only one or two lion tickets a month, he had to have some necessities for life.

Several Han soldiers were lost in their imaginations. Although it was a long time ago for them to receive their salary last time, people really longed for a better life.

They need money.

Suddenly, the bearded veteran narrowed his eyes and said, "Here we come!"

In the distance, the sound of drums and chimes, and the rough and majestic whining of the whining trombone and shin-bone horn, are breathtaking.

The army array slowly pressed forward, the slave army in front stopped, and the three Ruben troops stopped behind them, with long flags unfurling, and the cavalry gathered in all directions to protect their positions. Serf soldiers with Indian muskets and other muskets stood in front of the formation.

The Han soldiers behind the trench looked at the army formation with a bit of caution on their faces. This army looks quite decent, and it is indeed an army that has swept away its pockets.

Rows of infantry were divided into three groups, carrying their shields and advancing towards the camps at the two corners of the manor. Basang's army also blew their horns and sent dense feathered arrows towards the distance.

Behind the manor, Xie Erhu's [-] shepherds got on their horses and paced slowly on the wings with bows and arrows, putting pressure on the enemy from the outside.

The slave infantry rode the rain of arrows to [-] steps away and put down their shields, and then one or two hundred musketeers in each of the three groups stepped forward.

The progress of the battle was suddenly accelerated at this time. The musketeers started shooting under the cover of their shields. The Han soldiers who used heavy guns relied on the fortifications to cover and did not return fire.

Bai Li's three armies, such as his own army, each dispatched more than a hundred plateau heavy cavalry, with the left and right wings as the main force and the central army as the reserve, and went straight to the Mongolian army on the two wings behind the manor.

At the same time, the slave infantry of the three groups carried bundles of branches on their backs, each armed with weapons, suppressed with the help of muskets, and attacked the camps at the two corners of the manor from the side.

They are battle-tested slaves, and they are already very proficient in this simple and effective attack sequence.

Bai Li's plateau cavalry hadn't touched the Mongolian herdsmen, and the opponents had already rushed away, led them away from the battlefield at the edge of the manor, and surrounded them in groups of three or four, shooting with bows and arrows.

It is difficult for their bows and arrows to cause damage to the heavy cavalry wearing mail armor. The real kill still needs to be stabbed with spears, but this is very dangerous for Mongolian herdsmen... The enemy's bows and arrows can kill them.

Basang remained silent in front of the battle, and gathered soldiers to form a trench to defend, and shoot at the troops rushing up with bows and arrows.

There were wooden spikes in the trenches, but the muskets had an obvious deterrent effect on them, and few slave soldiers dared to stand up and shoot arrows.

The battle was overwhelming for Bailey's slaves. They rushed to the edge of the ditch, bundled the branches they carried with them and threw them down the ditch, filling in a passable road before the battle.

People struggled across the ditch on bundles of branches.

The slaves who were about to engage in hand-to-hand combat met the slaves' eyes.

Basang suddenly raised his arms and shouted, his slave soldiers also shouted, and the people shouted the same language: "We are all slaves, surrender, and be your own masters!"

Such shouts suffocated the charging formation of the opposing slave soldiers, but only for a moment, the people looked left and right, and continued to charge forward.

No one wants to fight. For the slaves, Langsheng, Duicong and Chaba in front of the battle, war means nothing to them except death.

But they have no choice, for those who have nothing, the master is their everything; for those who have family members, their wives, children, uncles, nephews, brothers and sisters are all in the hands of the master.

Even if he saw an iron gun in front of him, he could only charge forward.

Not to mention being surrounded by crowds, there is no other way.

The heavy guns of the Han soldiers rang.

The trench wall in front of the main gate of the manor formed an excellent shooting angle for the camps on both sides. Crooked beam and bearded two heavy guns aimed at the same direction and fired at the same time.

A large cloud of gunpowder smoke exploded in front of the formation, and the butt of the gun suddenly hit the shoulders of the two people. The loud noise shook the two people's bodies, as if their souls had come out of their bodies.

The two heavy bullets flew over a distance of fifty steps one after another, and one missed and flew to nowhere.

And the other lead bullet pierced through two stomachs, three arms and one leg obliquely, releasing all its strength on one spine, wrapping the muscles and broken bones behind the spine in a piece of rotten cloth and hitting it for several steps.

In an instant, a path of blood was driven out in front of the formation.

Amidst the wailing of their companions, the slaves on the left spread out in an instant, scrambling to avoid them.

But death frightened them, as did the masters of slavery, and most of them chose to charge desperately forward to Basang's position.

Many people died on this road. It was not until the scattered slaves could not rush away from the assembled slaves that they were divided into three large areas. Some fled back to the trenches, and some squatted on the ground to surrender.

There are also some people who will always lie on the land of Lord Danba.

　good evening!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)