stubborn thief

Chapter 83 The gap between ideal and reality
On the northern mountain of the battlefield, there are several people standing among the dead branches and leaves, using the grass to cover and observe the battlefield.

The person being surrounded is a tall and strong man with a crown, wearing a hood and looking at the battlefield outside the north gate with arms folded.

After a while, he raised his arm and pointed to the center: "Guo Tianxing, who is that person in the formation?"

Beside him was Zhang Tianlin, who had lived in Liujiazhuang for a few days.

"I didn't tell you, the great man of Yan'an, the tiger general."

Zhang Tianlin looked towards the river bank and said, "It's for the people behind the palace. This is not the first time he has done this. Earlier, he robbed King Zhuangzi of Qin and distributed the food to the people."

"Oh, you said...Xuanfeng was born in Yansui Town, and his brother took over as your team officer."

The person who was talking to Zhang Tianlin suddenly realized, and immediately said doubtfully: "But you didn't say that their family has no objection.

Neither will they provide us with food and grass, nor will they join forces with us.

Why hasn't it been two months, and this has begun to rush to the official army? "

Zhang Tianlin was also wondering, he sighed and said, "You ask me, who should I ask?
The old man of the Liu family is a Juren, and the two brothers are both scholars. They were supposed to take the martial arts exam. If Master Liu hadn’t been put in prison, they might be both presidents now. How could they resist?

What's more, looking at this situation, it is clear that the city of Yan'an has been robbed. "

After realizing it, the man slapped his thigh and said anxiously, "Fucheng let him grab it, so why are we here?"

This person's name is Wang Ziyong, a native of Yanchuan, and his name is Monk Wang.

Unlike most leaders in northern Shaanxi, he has no military background.

Wang Ziyong grew up in a Taoist temple.

His master is very good, and he is very good at seeing people buried in the ground, treating the wounded and sick, supervising funerals, chasing ghosts and drawing talismans, and praying for rain.

But in this world, people don't have to be buried when they die, and they don't need to visit the cemetery. They don't need to be treated when they get sick. If they die, they will die cleanly.

Praying for rain was unsuccessful.

As the Taoist temple became less and less famous, the master starved to death.

The way of the Taoist is impassable.

Wang himself has a big appetite, so he can only think of some crooked ways to fill his stomach. When others need monks, he recites Amitabha Buddha.

Later, it was found that the monk's way could not work either.

He was vaguely enlightened, and it was impossible to fool people. If he wanted to make a fool of himself, he had to jump out of the ghosts and ghosts and get some real things for good men and women.

It happened that in those two years, there were a few fugitives from the east who were begging for food with him, which allowed him to come into contact with a theory more applicable to troubled times, the smell of incense.

It is the White Lotus Sect.

Of course, this applies to troubled times and does not refer to the rapid preaching of the White Lotus Sect.

No matter how fast his mission was, in northern Shaanxi in a severe drought, he could starve to death before he could find support for believers.

But as an older generation rebel cult, Wang Ziyong was a beggar colleague from the east and had ample experience in rebellion.

Recovering the magic sword that had eaten ashes in the pawnshop, and relying on the fists and feet he learned, Wang Ziyong started his great cause of rebellion in Yanchuan.

From linking villages with bankrupt peasants to resist taxes, to leading the starving people to break the city, and even uniting with a leader named King Huntian to sweep the Yanchuan army.

Everything went very smoothly until this summer, when Wang Ziyong encountered the biggest disaster in his life during the march of looting the big family.

It is raining in Yanchuan.

The master asked for the rain that he did not ask for for three years, and he came to rebel within a year of his own use.

Thousands of tribal groups disintegrated happily in a light rain for half an hour.

Monk Wang couldn't restrain him, nor did he want to restrain him.

He just watched the crowd quietly in the rain, and said to them, "Don't do any evil, and do all the good.

If you don't go home again, the rain will stop and the moisture will pass, and it will be too late to plant the seeds. "

Seeing people kowtow to him apologetically, and then happily carry his rations, they don't even look back and run away.

He was happy and distressed.

The long drought and the rain are the four great joys in life.

But the government does not want thousands of people, only one of him.

Later, Wang Ziyong teamed up with Zhang Tianlin, who was also anxious because of the light rain.

After sending a letter to Wang Jiayin in the north to inform the situation, the two decided to migrate to the still dry place.

They marched almost at the same time as Li Bei, and they just missed it, but they arrived in Yan'an for more than ten days because they were hiding in the east on the way.

At this time, the previous battle outside the city had ended, and a new battle began immediately.

The front of the flag army was impregnable before the breakthrough, but collapsed in an instant after the breakthrough.

Mr. Wu Qian, who was at the end of his life, was very calm in the face of Liu Chengzong, who rushed into the battle.

He had already figured out all the way out.

There is no one way out that can make him live with dignity as a man.

So he ordered the flag army to lay down their weapons and surrender.

Liu Chengzong broke through the front and was only three people away from the commander-in-chief of the army.

The approaching exhausted soldiers put down their weapons and hid their heads.

The commander-in-chief with a helmet and tuxedo gave him a miserable smile across the human wall and turned away.

A short sword was held in front of him, pierced through his throat from top to bottom, and he raised the mirror of the back of the armor between the ribs on his back, facing the friendly army.

He can't choose how to live, but he can choose how to die.

Dozens of flag troops were taken down, and the lion battalion commanders used their equipment to further strengthen the soldiers and auxiliary soldiers.

Zhang Qianhu, who was stationed in the west, was very satisfied with the results of the battle. He stood up and ordered: "Go ahead and defeat the thieves, everyone has a full meal tonight!"

The lion battalion did not line up to meet the enemy, and the food had been transported to the opposite bank during their battle, and they did not need to defend here.

"Zashi, it's too late to take off his armor, carry it on his shoulders, this armor is yours."

Afterwards, Liu Chengzong issued an order requiring ten brigades to retreat to the river bank: "Each team crosses the river in turn, the sergeants are good at retreating and auxiliary soldiers are killed, the auxiliary soldiers are good at retreating and fighting soldiers are good, and the soldiers are good at retreating and even long beheading."

It was a good idea, and it worked well from the beginning.

The four brigades crossed the river in an orderly manner until the two armies were three hundred paces apart on the riverbank.

Liu Chengzong has been keeping an eye on this Ming army.

Zhang Xiong's sergeant was still walking, but someone from behind was carrying three small tiger squat guns and began to put cannon nails on the river beach.

Then the artilleryman was scolded, and he picked up the cannon nail and continued to squat forward with the 36-jin tiger.

At 250 paces, the process repeated itself, and many infantrymen stopped.

Zhang Xiong killed a subordinate in front of the formation, and the banner troops moved forward another hundred paces.

Cao Yao was stabilizing the army and said loudly to Liu Chengzong: "Tiger general, this cannon is a trumpet. It is used for dozens of rounds in fifty steps. They dare not fight melee!"

Liu Chengzong believed his words, so did the Lion Battalion and the Weisuo Banner Army who had just surrendered.

They lined up with their necks tied, facing the officers.

But the hungry do not believe.

The three tiger squat guns were nailed to the river beach, and three loud bangs were heard, and the enemy formation was filled with gunpowder smoke.

The pouring guns came through the smoke like rain, three large bullets landed at [-] or [-] paces, and hundreds of small stone bullets were scattered between [-] and [-] paces.

Liu Chengzong could guarantee that no guns would fall behind him.

But it fell apart.

The auxiliary soldiers still remembered the military order, but just as they wanted to kill the one on the left who ran first, the man on the right also ran away and chased the one on the right, and the whole team ran away.

Five brigades of starving people dropped their weapons and jumped into the shallow river, fleeing in embarrassment.

The temporarily organized team was simply unable to complete such a military order.

Everyone began to retreat into the river in disorder, and the officers and troops lined up to slaughter with bows and muskets.

　Good morning!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)