The wind rises at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 10
The heavy horseshoes knocked on the withered and yellow ground, making a rhythmic and dull symphony.

The horse's head fluctuated up and down as the gallop kept moving, the horse's mane flew wildly in the headwind, and the slender goose feather blade reflected the cold light.

Accompanied by the sound of the low horn, as the galloping horses accelerated, the banners in the cavalry formation gradually unfolded, and the sound of hunting spread throughout the entire cavalry formation in an instant.

The flags are flying, and the wind is facing us.

While the horses were galloping, Chen Wang subconsciously lowered his head and looked down.

The speed of the horses below him was constantly accelerating, and the ground receded like a tide.

Raising his head again, the gunpowder smoke above the official road ahead had already been blown away by the gust of wind.

At this time, the right wing of the entire official path had become a mess, the front and middle of the bandit troop had been completely mixed together, and it was in chaos, only the rear formation was still intact.

Chen Wang could see clearly that one after another the red flags of the Ming army kept rushing forward in the black crowd, constantly rushing back and forth, disrupting the whole formation.

The soldiers in the rear of the thieves formed an army formation, and spears were stretched out one after another, forming forests of steel one after another.

Those steel forests blocked the escape route of those hungry people.

Countless hungry people fled in all directions, and the sounds of crying, begging for mercy, and howling came to Chen Wang's ears from afar.

Even though the distance is still far away, the sense of despair still hits the face.

Chen Wang's hand holding the saber trembled slightly, and memories of the past kept appearing in his mind.

Falling under his knife, one after another, the dead souls appeared one after another, those hungry people, those soldiers.

Most of them are yellow and emaciated, skinny and ragged.

The most painful and cruel punishment in the world is actually starvation, which is the most painful way to die in the world.

That kind of desperate hunger is crueler than all the tortures in the world.

Hunger makes people no longer human, loses their dignity as a human being, and turns people into evil spirits.

In the late Ming Dynasty, famines and famines occurred frequently in Shaanxi, but taxes were heavy.

The ensuing natural disasters, the continuous increase of dispatches, and the raging bandits made the civil uprisings and mutinies intensify, and the Quartet fought endlessly, spreading poison for thousands of miles.

Those peasants and soldiers who could not survive the years of drought gathered together, and they no longer pinned their hopes on others.

They knew that those high and pampered lords above the temple didn't care about their lives at all.

Natural disasters are not terrible, what is really terrible is man-made disasters.

It is the "people" who are high above.

It is the "people" who have lost their humanity.

They know that relying on anything, anything, and anyone is better than relying on the guns in their hands.

Relying on the knives and guns in their hands, they ate rice again and became human again.

But among them, some people not only ate rice, but also ate meat, and they also tasted the taste of flesh and blood...

Chen Wang tightly held the saber in his hand, the cold touch of the handle and the headwind oncoming made him wake up again.

In the torrent of the times, everyone is just being dragged forward, even if they are struggling desperately, they still seem extremely powerless.

The waves are turbulent and the current is fast. If you are not careful, you will die.

If you want to change this era, if you want to control your own destiny, you must keep climbing, you must reach a high position.

Chen Wang raised his head again. He had no choice, and he couldn't even control his own destiny. Now he was just a pawn in the army, and he could only do what he could do now.

Amidst the heavy hoofbeats, the snorting of war horses sounded from time to time in the cavalry.

The sound of the friction of nail leaves, the collision of the back of the knife and the armor, and the sound of hunting banners all merged together.

The ranks in the front and middle of the thieves were rushed into chaos.

On the official road, the entangled front of the Ming army finally got a chance to breathe. When the enemy was in chaos, they fired a volley of firecrackers and rockets, and then quickly retreated to the rear.

And in the distance, the two thieves' cavalry, which had been inactive until now, finally moved.

The two bandits' cavalry were swimming in the formation like two long dragons with their teeth and claws open, and their heads were all facing the same direction.

Chen Wang clenched the reins in his hands, and the speed of the horse under his seat had already increased. The heads of the two long dragons were not facing other places, but the direction they were heading.

But even so, the direction of the cavalry has not changed, and Cao Wenzhao seems to have not seen it.

Chen Wang didn't say anything again. Cao Wenzhao had far more experience than him in this kind of battle. The mobilization of the enemy troops was not a secret. He himself had seen it. There was no reason why Cao Wenzhao couldn't see it.

Since Cao Wenzhao still chose to move on, he must have made up his mind.

There was a wave of flags dancing on the official road ahead, and the sounds of bugles and drums sounded chaotically in Chen Wang's ears.

The moment the sound sounded, the military formation on the official road that had originally blocked their way quickly separated to the two sides to make way for them like a wave.

"Ugh-"

The short and urgent bugle sounded again.

Chen Wang's eyes sharpened sharply, and he immediately clenched the saber in his hand, raised his eyes forward, and in front of him were one enemy after another with their backs turned to him.

The saber was held horizontally, the sharp saber was as light as a feather, and it kept fluttering among the crowd, easily cutting through the bodies of one enemy after another.

The strong smell of blood filled the air again, and Chen Wang's eyes became colder and colder.

Under the big black banner, Li Zicheng looked at everything that happened under the top of the slope expressionlessly.

The cavalry of the Ming army cut into the formation like sharp knives, and cut the formation he had arranged into countless messy, bloody pieces in an instant. In an instant, the soldiers and horses in the front and middle were already Completely fell apart.

The fear of the Ming army overwhelmed everything, and the defeated soldiers and hungry people fled uncontrollably in the front and center, and even hit the rear of the supervising team behind them.

A small crimson flag rose slowly from behind him, and under the big banner, the sound of war drums suddenly increased.

Under the hillside, Liu Zongmin was carrying the Yanling Saber on his shoulder. He saw the rising red flag, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

He raised the Yanling Saber in his hand high, and then suddenly pressed down, grabbing the horse's belly, and the horse under him galloped forward carrying his body.

After hearing the order, a group of cavalry soldiers all urged their mounts one after another, and galloped away with Liu Zongmin.

Like Liu Zongmin, they all put the Yanling saber on their right shoulders, with evil faces on their faces, without saying a word, they just moved forward in silence.

They were wearing the same armor and helmets as the Ming army, but the color was black...

(End of this chapter)