Traveling through the Ming Dynasty, as soon as you open your eyes, you will die

Chapter 180 The great role of the magic stick

On the eighth day, the sky became gloomy and snowflakes fell from the sky. After a while, all the layers of forest were dyed.

At that time, Lu Mou's heart was in his throat.

The heavy snowfall last time left a huge shadow on his psychology. If it happens again, although the Qing soldiers in front will be punished by God again and their entire army will inevitably be annihilated, their own army will definitely not be spared.

The enemy is short of food and clothing, but now the food and supplies he carries are also seriously insufficient. Once trapped in the valley, the annihilation of his entire army is inevitable.

The God in charge of the grassland doesn't like me very much.

Oh, by the way, it's not God who cares here, but Changshengtian. Of course, he doesn't want to see a Han like him.

Facing Zhang Huangyan, he said tremblingly: "The heavy snow on the grassland is the worst. It seems that we have to give up the pursuit and go back quickly."

The reason why he was trembling when he spoke was not because he was cold, but because he was scared.

Zhang Huangyan held the pavilion with his hands and looked around carefully, then raised his eyes to the sky. After a long time, he said in a relaxed tone: "We are looking at the sky and found that the snow is not as serious as the prince said. It will stop in an hour. Don't worry, prince." .”

Lu Mou asked uncertainly: "Do you know the weather forecast? Are you sure?"

Zhang Huangyan smiled confidently and proudly: "Weichen has read a lot of books since he was a child and has a little knowledge of astronomy and geography. Weichen's judgment cannot be wrong."

Yes, the capable people in ancient times all knew astronomy above and geography below, and they knew everything about the world.

It seems that this historical celebrity is comparable to Zhuge Liang, who is almost as intelligent as a demon.

"Let's make a bet. After an hour, when the snow stops and the wind calms down, I'll lose you a hundred silver dollars."

Zhang Huangyan frowned. A regent who likes gambling is not a good prince: "I will definitely win."

In fact, Lu Mou was looking forward to losing the one hundred yuan in his heart.

An excruciating hour passed, and the snow did not stop. Lu Mou's heart tightened even more, and he asked Zhang Huangyan tremblingly: "It looks like you lost. Did you lose one hundred yuan to me?"

Zhang Huangyan looked at the sky again, smiled and said: "Wait a minute. What we made a bet at the beginning was that the snow would stop and the wind would stop in an hour."

Lu Mou stamped his feet: "Scoundrel, according to what you said, tomorrow will also be after this hour?"

"My lord, look up."

Lu Mou raised his face from his thick fur. Hey, no more snowflakes were falling on his face. The snow had really stopped.

Lu Mou shouted excitedly: "All the soldiers in the army, we are protected by the magic stick. Let us continue to pursue."

The whole army was full of morale and continued to pursue.

When the first snowflake fell from the sky, Jierhalang's heart began to fall directly into the ice cellar.

Now, even the horses in his team were almost killed, and after suffering from dysentery, everyone was exhausted. If there is another heavy snowfall, all the remaining men and horses will be buried in the Black Mountain.

The Qing soldiers who were not familiar with the grassland weather also knew this result, but they knew the horror of heavy snow closing the mountains. The mentality of many soldiers completely collapsed.

They didn't howl hysterically. Instead, they gave up all desire to survive and lay down silently, letting the wind and snow cover their bodies, silently waiting for death to come.

The wizard accompanying the army was also desperate, but his duty allowed him to walk to a high platform with a sheepskin drum (a small, single-sided drum, a prop used by great dancers), raise his hands to the sky, and start beating slowly. He grabbed the drum and sang a soothing and sad song. This is the final farewell song in shamanism, a final farewell to this world.

Hearing the sound of drums, all the Qing soldiers got up with difficulty again, knelt around the wizard, and prayed silently along with his singing. Jierhalang also knelt on the ground, prayed to God devoutly, and silently bid farewell to his relatives among the white mountains and black waters.

A Mongolian Gu Taiji hurried over: "My lord, what are you doing?"

Jierhalang smiled bitterly: "It was a difficult march, without food and clothing, and there was heavy snow that was about to close the mountains. We have reached a dead end, and our entire army has been wiped out."

As a result, the old Taiji pulled Jierhalang up, put his mouth close to his ear and whispered for a while.

The more he listened, the brighter his eyes became, and he finally confirmed: "What you said is not wrong?"

"I guarantee it with my age of several decades."

"Okay, just use your method." Then he called the wizard directly and whispered in his ear for a while.

The wizard understood the idea and walked up to the high platform again. The tune of the drum suddenly changed from low to high. He raised his face to the sky and shouted at the sky: "My God, if you don't want to take in us poor people, So that we can get out of the mountains alive, please let the snow stop and the wind stop with my prayers."

All the Qing soldiers looked at him inexplicably as he danced crazily and communicated with the gods.

Half an hour later, the wizard suddenly stopped dancing and just opened his arms to face the sky, like a statue.

Suddenly, a soldier who had completely despaired suddenly gained strength and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Stop, stop, the snow has stopped, the wind has stopped." Then he knelt down, kowtowed violently to the wizard, and cried loudly.

With his reminder, these desperate people woke up. The snow has really stopped, the wind has stopped, and the warm figure of the sun can be seen behind the thin clouds.

Everyone felt that they were reborn, and they all knelt down to the wizard and cried with joy.

Jierhalang stood beside the wizard and shouted to the soldiers who had regained their vitality again: "My brothers, our wizard has communicated with the true god, and we have received the blessing of the true god. Cheer up, let's walk out of the mountain .”

The entire army cheered excitedly, and the team moved forward again, and the speed actually accelerated.

Before the last mountain pass, Jierhalang pulled the wizard to face the entire army: "I finally need a thousand warriors to block here to stop the pursuit of the Ming army. Who is willing to stay?"

Faced with God's release, everyone firmly believed that they could make it out alive. At this time, who is willing to stay and die?

The wizard stood up and announced loudly: "My children, I will petition the gods again; those who stay this time will be taken to heaven after death, where there are mountains of gold and silver, where the seasons are like spring, where There are wine pools and meat forests, where beauties are like clouds. You will become gods, and you will have the ability to protect your descendants with prosperity and wealth for generations to come."

After the last prayer, all the soldiers had already regarded the wizard as a god, and no one doubted his words. People have been seduced by the paradise he described, and some are starting to make a move.

Jirhalang struck while the iron was hot: "I was entrusted by the gods to promise the warriors in advance that for those who participate in the war, I will give their families a piece of land, a hundred slaves, and a thousand taels of gold."

Everyone's eyes turned blood red immediately.

A horse's land is the land you circle by riding a horse and running for a day. What a wealth that is.

Let’s fight.

Countless people were filled with strength again, and the belts that tightened no matter how tight they were were tightening on their spines, shouted for help.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand warriors gathered together, and those who had no chance to participate looked at the lucky one thousand with eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

After slaughtering more than a dozen horses, the warriors drank the warm horse blood, ate the roasted and cooked horse meat, took the collected swords and guns, and headed towards the mountain pass with all their fanaticism.

(End of this chapter)