Ten Capitals, Nine Observations, Eight Poles, Seven Yuans, Six Divisions, Five Elders Compete for Da

Chapter 1 I really don't want to be a civilian husband!

blue sky.

white cloud.

Mangmang Gobi.

Thousands of civilians pushed the grain carts and followed the Zhengxi army "humming and humming", walking through the depths of the Gobi from east to west.

Jiang Chen looked around, still unwilling to believe that when he woke up, he became the unlucky husband of the David Wu Dynasty-conquering the Western Regions Army (Qingzhou Division).

at a loss.

Shock.

Indescribable horror!
The Chinese people have always been a group of people who are used to patience. If so, they often fear military corvee, fearing that one day they will die in another country, leaving no bones left...

There is a saying in "The Book of Songs Bustard Feather": "Susu bustard feathers are gathered in Baoxu. The king's affairs are inexhaustible, and he can't consign the rice millet. Who are the parents? You are in the sky! What do you want?"

The great bustard flaps its wings and perches in groups on the clusters of oak trees.

The corvee in the prince's family is endless and endless, and I can't go home to cultivate grains.

What do my poor parents live on?
The unattainable God, when can I return to my hometown?
…………

Jiang Chen didn't expect that this 9-point exam question on "Reading Ancient Poetry" he had done in high school could now answer it with his own experience.

Just five words can perfectly explain the mood of the working people at that time:
***, MONEY BACK!
The people at the bottom pay the heaviest taxes, but still have to bear the apportioned corvee, year after year, endlessly, and even call it "the king's business". How unfair is this?

Jiang Chen held his breath, suppressed his anger, and recalled the experience of the original owner.

The same name and surname, the parents were hunted down by gangsters, both fell to their deaths.

The tax collector was greedy for the three acres of paddy fields left by his parents, and just in time for the current old emperor, who was so happy for his achievements, he assembled a powerful army from Kyushu and wanted to attack the Western Regions, so he arranged for him to be a civilian of the Western Army (Qingzhou Division), and only waited for the news of his death. Come, you can plunder the precious family property accumulated by the original owner's ancestors for generations.

When passing through the two states of Hebei and Liangzhou, Qingzhou soldiers, a group of arrogant soldiers, can always forcefully ask for supplies from the counties. It is like a comb, a soldier's passing is like a shave, and an official's passing is like a shave." Therefore, he has a strong reputation and relatively sufficient logistics supplies. Even civilian husbands can eat a bowl of stinky pig offal from time to time.

But after entering the Gobi, the death rate soared at an alarming rate!

[-] Qingzhou soldiers, more than [-] casualties;

Of the [-] civilians, more than [-] people died, some died of heat, some died of thirst, some died of exhaustion, some were beheaded by horse bandits, some were hanged on the flagpole after escaping, and some were like the original owner. Like being stung to death by a scorpion!
Thinking of this.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but turned his head and asked the old man beside him:
"Those soldiers, why did dozens of people die?"

The air was stuffy, the old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around, and said in a low voice:
"I heard from the veterans in the village that those elites selected by thousands of people in the state have undergone the Laoshizi Qingyang ceremony. Not only can they prolong their lives, they are also stronger than bears!"

He frowned and wanted to continue asking, but the old man shook his hand, saying that he only missed a few sentences when the old soldier was drunk, and he didn't know the rest.

Jiang Chen stared at the front, and those tall state soldiers raised their heads and chests up, with proud expressions, as relaxed as if they regarded the Gobi as a tourist attraction.

Even if he needs to face the enemy head-on, the survival rate is much higher than that of a peasant like himself. He couldn't help thinking in his heart:
"If you want to survive this war to conquer the Western Regions - you must become a Qingzhou soldier, and you must find ways to become one of them!"

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In the next five or six days, Jiang Chen followed Zhengxi Army and continued to go deep into the Gobi, and his initial judgment became more and more certain.

Being promoted from a civilian husband to a Qingzhou soldier is his only way out!
If he is an honest farmer who transports food, one day he will be like other people... die of heat, thirst, exhaustion, disease, and even be stung to death by a scorpion!

Just now.

Hundreds of meters away, the desolate horn sound suddenly resounded through the audience:
"Woo - woo!"

Jiang Chen's eyebrows were tingling, and he suddenly raised his head, staring at the sunset in the distance, the afterglow that should have been warm and warm, but now it was blood red!
Ever since he came to this world, he seems to have awakened some kind of danger perception ability beyond ordinary people. Whenever he senses danger, the center of his brow will tingle slightly.

Others didn't take it seriously, they all smiled and said:
"You baby, you've been gutted by a scorpion stung!"

But afterwards, Jiang Chen's correct prediction, like a ghost possessed by a god, gradually made him a little famous among the folk husbands.

"Is it a ghost of divination with one step?"

In short, his status among civilian husbands has been upgraded from "nobody" to "folk fortuneteller". Whenever something happens, someone will always come to ask for his opinion.

Jiang Chen stretched out his hand, grabbed the old man beside him, and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Chen, should we find a place to hide? I always feel that something will happen."

The old folk husband called "Uncle Chen", whose real name is Chen Buhung, is a fellow villager of the original owner and a distant relative who has passed the fifth service.

Because he once delivered a few bowls of hot rice to the hungry and cold fellow villagers during the winter corvée, he was somewhat notorious among the folk husbands, and got the nickname "rice in snow".

Chen Buxi was stunned for a moment, then he laughed loudly and said:

"You kid, why did you play tricks on me? In my opinion, it's just a horse bandit. Afterwards, maybe you can get a piece or two of roasted horse meat."

"Although we don't like those guys with high chins, when these state soldiers wield knives and guns, they are not ordinary ferocious. They escorted the two thousand people of the grain team and killed all [-] civilians. Cooking sheep and slaughtering chicken is effortless!"

"You just put 1 hearts on it, nothing will happen!"

Say it.

Taking advantage of the time when the whole army was waiting for the enemy, Chen Buhung quietly took out a pack of salted pebbles from his bosom, and licked them happily, as if he was eating a delicious snack, so happy.

"Well..."

Jiang Chen sighed, carefully looked at the surrounding terrain, silently planned several escape routes, and was always ready to run.

It takes about four or five breaths.

The sharp-eyed civilian husband looked into the distance and shouted in horror:

"Horse bandits!"

"The horse bandits are coming!"

Chen Buhung licked the pebbles, and said with a little pride:
"Look, I'll call it a horse bandit."

The voice just fell.

On the western horizon of the Gobi, a black line suddenly appeared.

Although he couldn't see clearly because of the distance of three or four miles, Jiang Chen's heart shuddered, and he felt a golden army of iron horses crossing the battlefield!

The huge sunset and the vast Gobi seem to be shrouded by this rushing weather, suppress it, and bow down to it!

"wrong!"

"This is absolutely impossible to be a horse bandit!" Jiang Chen's heart was full of alarm bells, he immediately grabbed Chen Buhung's hand, and whispered anxiously:

"Uncle, stop licking!"

"Something is going to happen!"

"what?"

Chen Buhung was surprised.

The salted pebbles in his hand fell to the ground.

Jiang Chen frowned, pointed at those Qingzhou soldiers in the distance, and said quickly: "Uncle Chen, you don't have to believe me, but you have to believe those guys, right?"

"Look carefully, what they look like now!"

Following the direction of his index finger, Chen Buxi raised his head suspiciously, looked at the Qingzhou soldiers who were in charge of transporting the food, and suddenly opened his eyes wide:

"Damn it, these guys with eyes above the top actually have a day of fear?"

As Chen Buhung said.

Originally, the Qingzhou soldiers, who had straight backs and were proud by nature, pretended to be ready for battle on the surface, but looking carefully, many soldiers were holding their weapons tightly, showing panic.

On the contrary, many civilians have long been accustomed to the protection of Qingzhou soldiers, talking and laughing, without paying attention to the approaching enemy.

The black lines in the setting sun gradually become clear.

With the sound of "da da" horseshoes, thousands of black-robed cavalry rushed in like a tide.

among them.

A general in silver helmet and silver armor rode his horse to the front, like an extremely sharp arrow, engulfing thousands of cavalry and galloping towards him!

next second!
General Shining Armor raised his sword and roared sharply:

"Protect me, Loulan, and kill all the Dongman!"

At first he alone cried,
Then,

It was ten people, hundreds of people, and finally spread to the entire army, roaring in unison, the voice shook the sky: "Protect me Loulan, kill all the Dongman!"

Jiang Chen's heart trembled, and he said in a deep voice:
"It's Loulan's regular army!"

(End of this chapter)