Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 6 Beacon Tower
There is a small hill more than 50 miles north of Dushikou. On this small hill is a small fortress six feet long, four feet wide, and two feet high.

In fact, to put it bluntly, this small fortress is a beacon.

Beacon tower, also called beacon tower, is a kind of building used to convey military information.

The height of the beacon tower is generally two to four feet high. There is a platform at the top of the beacon tower, and some fire-igniting materials are placed on the platform.

Under normal circumstances, beacon towers are mainly built on relatively high terrain, or where the terrain is flat and there is no shelter.

There are mainly three to seven soldiers stationed in the beacon, and when they meet the enemy attacking, they will light the beacon during the day or set it on fire at night.

The soldiers in the beacon are the soldiers with the highest death rate. If the enemy really invades, they will break through the beacon and kill all the people inside.Only in this way can the message not be passed on.

And now Wang Hai's measure is to push Zhao Wen and others into the pile of dead people.

Now that the Ming Dynasty is declining day by day, the wild wolves on the grassland are staring at each other, and the wars are also frequent.

If the Tartars harass the border again, Zhao Wen and others will be the first to suffer.

"I'm not going!" Song Hu snapped.

Wang Hai's face full of smirks suddenly froze. With a cold face and murderous intent in his eyes, he said coldly, "Don't go? This is an order from the general. If you don't go, hum, then Don't blame me for being cruel."

"What? Are you going to kill me?" Song Hu stared angrily.

Wang Hai waved his hands, walked slowly in front of Song Hu, and jokingly said: "Kill you? Impossible, why should I kill you? But, you don't obey the orders of the superiors. According to military regulations, those who refuse to obey the orders of the superiors should How to deal with it?"

Song Hu glared at Wang Hai, momentarily at a loss for words.

According to the military regulations of the Ming Dynasty, those who disobeyed the general's order will be punished with fifty army sticks for the first time, one hundred army sticks for the second time, and beheaded for the third time!

Although there are not many people who abide by the current military regulations, if you really want to compare the truth, it will be Song Hu who suffers.

The army stick is very different from the ordinary stick. The ordinary stick is a simple wooden stick, while the army stick is made of the branches of the old elm tree. The top is wrapped with iron wire and covered with barbs. .

Every time it hits, a large piece of flesh and blood will be torn off.Even if he is a man of iron, he will call his mother after three sticks.

If Song Hu was given fifty army sticks, half his life would probably be lost.

"My lord, let's go, can't we go?" Zhao Wen hurriedly pulled Song Hu, and whispered to Wang Hai.

As the saying goes, a good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses. Besides, Zhao Wen is in charge of the warehouse, so it's okay to go.

Wang Hai looked at Zhao Wen and laughed loudly: "It seems that among these people, you are the only one who knows current affairs."

"Okay, the beacon tower ahead has been seriously damaged by the Tartars, hurry up, time waits for no one." Wang Hai urged with a sinister face.

Up to now, Song Hu also knew that he couldn't do it if he didn't go, so he snorted coldly at Wang Hai, flicked his sleeves, turned his head and left.

After Wang Hai walked out of the big tent, one of Wang Hai's servants came to Wang Hai's ear and said, "Master, look at him like this, he doesn't take you seriously at all."

Wang Hai's eyes kept flickering, and he said coldly: "It's just a dead person!"

"Yes, yes, a dead man."

……

"This Wang Hai is simply too deceitful."

Not far from the big tent, a man named Zhao Daniu cursed angrily.

"That's right, that's right, isn't this obviously a bully? This Wang Hai is simply nothing." Li Xiaosan also echoed.

Zhao Wen looked at the menacing crowd, and persuaded him: "The official is crushing people to death, and they let us go, do we dare not go? If we don't go, I guess we can be taken down on the spot. It will be miserable."

"That being said, have you ever thought about it? Fengsui is not a place for people to stay at all. The food is poor, the housing is bad, and you have to be careful with your life. If you don't pay attention, your head may be cut off."

"No way?" Zhao Wen still has the thinking of modern people, and Zhao Wen has not experienced the war of cold weapons, so he takes things for granted.

"Okay, stop talking." Song Hu suddenly reprimanded.

"Brother Zhao is right. If we disagreed at the time, we would have been taken down by Wang Hai on the spot. At that time, life and death will be up to us."

"It's just that Brother Zhao has been implicated."

Zhao Wen waved his hand, and said indifferently: "Whatever is involved or not, they are all made in the same pot. What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, that's right, what's a guy who's making a living out of a pot, what are you talking about?" A lean man named Liu Wu laughed.

There are five people in Song Hu's barracks, besides Song Hu himself, there are Li Xiaosan, Zhao Daniu, Liu Wu, and Wang Qi who usually doesn't talk much.

Among them, Song Hu is an archer, with a superb bow and arrow, no worse than those eagle shooters on the grassland.

Li Xiaosan is purely a man of soy sauce. He usually does some work of transporting weapons when encountering wars, and he can't help much else.

Zhao Daniu is a sword and shield soldier, dazzled by his sword skills. It is said that Zhao Daniu was an apprentice under a famous master when he was young.

Wang Qi is the gunner among them. He always wears a cloth bag covered with patches, which is filled with gunpowder.

Under normal circumstances, when there is no war, weapons cannot be taken out of the barracks.So everyone was not carrying weapons at this time.

Although it is the last years of the apocalypse, it is much better than the last years of Chongzhen. Now the management of the army is still relatively strict.But this is also relative.

Ordinary soldiers would definitely not be able to bring their weapons out of the barracks, but those who are officials are another matter.

The group talked and laughed along the way, and returned to their barracks without much effort.

When they just walked outside the barracks, they saw the scene in front of them and instantly became furious.

I saw that all the things in the entire barracks were moved outside, what pots and pans, clothes and bedding were all thrown outside.

"This Wang Hai is deceiving too much, too much!"

Looking at this scene, Zhao Wen didn't feel anything, after all, Zhao Wen has only been in this era for a few days.But Song Hu and the others were different. Before they left, Wang Hai couldn't wait to chase them away. How could this make people not angry?
"Brothers, why don't you go? The sun is about to set, if you don't go, you might be frozen to death on the road at night!" A man in iron armor pointed at Song Hu jokingly.

This person is Wang Hai's servant, and only the general's servants can have such elite equipment.

"Hmph, let's go." Song Hu snorted coldly, then picked up the things on the ground, put them on his shoulders and walked outside.

Zhao Wen had nothing to carry, so he followed Song Hu and the others and walked outside.

Zhao Wen walked on the small road outside the city, looked back at the city, and then followed Song Hu, walking towards the distance.

The sun is gradually setting to the west, and half of it has already set below the west mountain.Looking at the foggy sky, Zhao Wen tightened his clothes.

"Brother Song, what month is it?"

"September!" Song Hu buried his head on the road without looking back.

"It's only September, how can the weather be so cold?" Zhao Wen shuddered and said with a trembling body.

"Who knows, anyway, in recent years, the weather has been getting colder and colder." Li Xiaosan followed Zhao Wen, looked at the sky, and said.

Zhao Wen looked up at the sky and suddenly remembered something.

That is, from the middle of the Wanli period in the Ming Dynasty, the weather gradually became colder and encountered the Little Ice Age.

If there was no Little Ice Age, maybe the Ming Dynasty could really last for a few years.

"Brother Song, how long is it?" Zhao Wen narrowed his eyes and shouted loudly to Song Hu who was rushing ahead.

"It's probably less than an hour away!" Song Hu stopped, looked at the sky, and then stood still and looked around.

"Another hour? The weather is too cold, I'm almost freezing to death." Zhao Wen clasped his hands tightly to his chest and kept stomping his feet.

Seeing Zhao Wen like this, Song Hu smiled and said, "Where did you go? It's frozen like this? The mandarin duck jacket on your body is the newest and warmest in the barracks."

"Yeah, look at me, there is such a big hole in this clothes, I didn't even say it was cold." Zhao Daniu pointed to a hole in his clothes, and said with a smile on his face.

"I think it's better for us to light a fire and rest for a while." Zhao Wen really couldn't stand the cold, so he suggested.

"Alright then!" Song Hu looked at the trembling Zhao Wen, so he agreed to Zhao Wen's proposal.

(End of this chapter)