Anti Qing

Chapter 40 According to (please collect!)
In the last four days of the 17th year of Chongzhen, the Dashun Army spent the cruel and bloody battlefield.

These four days also became Li Zijing's most unforgettable days, countless fresh lives died beside him.

On the first night after defeating the Qing army, Li Zijing tossed and turned, but the more he slept, the more energetic he became. The long-lost peace came, but it didn't make people feel good.

I had no choice but to get up and walk out of the tent, staring at the blood moon in the sky, thoughtfully.

Li Zijing knew that maybe this night, he would never be able to sleep again.

As long as he closes his eyes, Li Zijing's eyes will show the vivid faces of the soldiers of the Dashun Army. Yesterday, many of them were laughing loudly behind him.

As the day passed, many of them remained on the battlefield, becoming one of the billowing black smoke blown away by the east wind.

Li Zijing turned his head and saw that the sparse tents in the front camp were also brightly lit.

The black smoke has long since drifted away with the wind. Will the world remember the anti-Qing contributions made by these soldiers of the Dashun Army who defended their hometown with flesh and blood?
No.

Those bureaucratic landlords and temple dignitaries in Nanming will only remember that this is the day when the rogues won by chance.

They didn't care at all whether the soldiers of the Dashun Army who were peasants who didn't have enough to eat and didn't wear warm clothes lived or died.

The flag of Dashun was still flying over the city of Tongguan, and the ruins of the Qing army camp that originally stood on the field five miles outside Jindou Pass had already retreated.

The last night of Chongzhen's 17th year was not as joyous as the New Year's Eve that later generations brought.

This should have been a good day, but it passed through the night with howling and crying.

Li Zijing just leaned on the wooden pillars outside the tent for the whole night.

The night is dark and the east wind is getting stronger.

Li Zijing's eyes had never been so clear. This night, he thought a lot about his own future, the future of Dashun, and the future of these "rogues".

As a rising peasant regime, Dashun still has many shortcomings, but they are all problems that a new dynasty will have.

Dashun has already realized these problems, and they only need time to fix them, but history did not give Li Zicheng's Dashun this time.

The Qing army's pressing step by step, the Hongguang court's absurd national policy, the Daxi army's bottom line, and the counterattack of the landlords, officials and gentry.

It seemed that the whole world regarded the Dashun Army as their common enemy, and attacked from all directions in unison.

All these gave Dashun a powerful blow, cutting off the peasant regime that had not had time to make changes.

Facing the sudden arrival of the Qing army, the defeated Dashun army still performed much better than Nanming's army.

The Battle of Tongguan was finally won, but the current predicament Dashun is facing is still not far behind compared to the Ming Dynasty which was hard-won during the Chongzhen period.

Since the reign of Tianqi, disasters have occurred repeatedly in various parts of the Central Plains.

Small glaciers, locust plagues, droughts, floods, earthquakes, plagues, all kinds of natural disasters that have not happened in a century come one after another.

In the originally affluent Central Plains area, there were ten rooms and nine empties, and the people were displaced, and there was an endless stream of people, weeping and crying, and there were many bones.

However, these pre-Ming bureaucrats and landlords are still pressing, even blaming the rising peasant army for not sitting and starving to death.

In this deformed and chaotic world, the lives of ordinary people are the most fragile. The strength of one person is like a mayfly shaking a tree, and it is difficult to make any changes in the world.

All they can do is struggle to survive.

If you want to gain a foothold in this troubled world, you must completely abandon the Dashun Army's previous style of running around, and you need to find a base to develop.

Now that Guanzhong has been preserved, the future history will be shrouded in fog. It is hard to say what the general trend of the world will be.

Thinking about it, a white belly quietly floated in the distance connecting the sky and the earth, and the city wall of Tongguan was gradually sprinkled with a layer of golden light.

The dawn is like a flower blooming, like a wave of water, shining on the earth full of holes.

There was a sound of hoofbeats, and an old man dressed in a blue arrow jacket rushed to the front camp and stopped his mount.

"Little King Chuang, His Majesty is here to invite you to raise his account at the former General Military Mansion!"

Li Zijing stood up and stretched his muscles.

"understood."

The veteran Jingqi in Tsing Yi also nodded when he heard the words, with a respectful expression, then turned his horse's head and returned with dust.

"Bang bang bang—"

After a while, there was a rush of gongs in the distance.

Hearing this sound, the garrison of the former battalion was rejuvenated, and many old soldiers of the former battalion wearing black arrow jackets got out of the camp.

Li Zijing walked to the gate and turned his head to look.

After being promoted to a veteran soldier, they will have brand new armor, swords and guns, and most importantly, their family members will also be brought into the old camp.

The so-called old battalion is to organize the old and weak members of the old and strong family members who accompany the army into the first battalion, and go with the battalion, and are protected by the army during the battle.

This is also a rule that has existed since the time of entering the camp. It can not only control the troops more conveniently, but also give these refugees from various places a kind of favor.

This is also one of the reasons why many soldiers of the Shun Army have to go forward and do their best.

All they need to do is kill one enemy soldier to make a huge difference in the lives of their families.

The veteran soldiers have their families with them, and they are even more brave in order to protect their families.

Because once the battle is lost, not only they will die, but Laoying's family members will also become lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Go slowly."

An old voice came from outside a tent, and the veteran soldiers who were about to go to gather stopped when they heard the words, and turned around quickly.

"Mom, why did you come out?"

The old man who came out of the tent was thin and haggard. She bowed her body and walked tremblingly.

Looking at his son who was wearing an arrow suit and standing upright, the weather-beaten wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be stretched out at this moment.

"The blood on the clothes hasn't been washed off."

"When you come back, mother will give you a good wash."

The sound of the gong in the distance became more and more urgent, and the old soldier in the black arrow suit looked anxious, but when he saw the old man with fierce eyes, it was infinitely gentle.

"When marching and fighting, remember to pay attention to safety, you know?"

The old man was stretching out his hand, carefully arranging the black arrow jacket on his body, while hammering his waist with the other hand from time to time, coughing a few times, chattering about homework.

"Got it, mother."

"You stay in the old camp, I'm going!"

The veteran soldier waited patiently for the old man to help him tidy up his arrow clothes, then waved his hands and quickly followed the team of the front battalion to leave.

The old man also stood in front of the camp, watching him go away, until he no longer saw this vigorous black figure, then he staggered back.

Feeling the gust of wind brought by this former battalion veteran running past, Li Zijing's eyes moved slightly.

Traveling to this cruel end of the Ming Dynasty, he was hunted down from the very beginning, and he was able to save his life after several battles. Now his parents don't know what happened.

At first Li Zijing was forcing himself not to think about these things, but when he saw the scene in front of him, sadness, grievance, and longing suddenly flooded his heart.

After working hard for most of his life, he finally offered himself to graduate school, and only waited for his graduation to earn money so that their elders could enjoy themselves.

But at this time, I have traveled to this chaotic world where human life is cheap!
why me?
why!
Li Zijing came from his heart, punched one after another, and smashed hard on a dead locust tree, letting the blood drip and tears swirl in his eyes.

He still has a mother, where are my parents?

After venting, Li Zijing wiped away his tears, his eyes became cold again, and he silently raised his feet forward.

The tent in front of me is different from those tents just now, there is only a lonely old man sitting outside this tent.

There was no old soldier in the camp, only a set of black arrow clothes and cotton armor, which were washed and neatly placed beside the straw mat.

The old man sitting outside the tent was not tall, with gray hair, his face was covered with wrinkles from the years, and his gentle eyes were numb and desperate.

Who wins and who wins has nothing to do with him.

His son had died on the battlefield outside Jindou Pass, and it was impossible to return.

Li Zijing's footsteps didn't stop any longer, he walked out of the front camp like a gust of wind, and came to Tongguan General Military Mansion.

　I will go back after a few days. It is really difficult to type on the old notebook in my hometown, and there is no comfortable chair. I need to cross my legs. After I go back, I can update it stably.thanks for your support.

　　In the new book period, follow-up reading is the greatest support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)