Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 180 Come to vote
The gate of the guardhouse opens to the south, but I don’t know what kind of nerves the officers and soldiers have lost today. They finally made a gap in the earthen wall built with loess on the east side of the village. The bloody incident that happened this time has caused the whole village to It's all people's hearts are floating, fearing that the officers and soldiers will attack again, so hundreds of guards are arranged at the gap in the guard station to patrol back and forth.

Following the guards who came to report, Song Qingshu Scarface and others hurried over. The moonlight was still bright tonight. He climbed up the loess mound with hands and feet and looked down. Song Qingshu couldn't help being shocked.

Under the moonlight, it's full of people!
Spreading from the other side of the Fenchuan River to more than 100 meters in front of the Loess City Walled under his feet, there are countless family members of the peasant army with their families. This scale even reminded Song Qingshu of the animal world he had seen before. Sea turtles are also known as night-swimming wildebeest herds. Someone once said that the animal migration on the African grasslands is the largest animal migration in the world, but those who said this forgot that humans themselves are also a kind of animal.

Even if you can't see clearly under the moonlight, you can still feel the decadence, injury, and fatigue of the crowd on the opposite side. You have seen people lying on the ground more than once after walking around. Shaking figure, Scarface whispered anxiously in Song Qingshu's ear.

"It's too much, I'm sure I can't handle it with a hundred or ten here, I'll go back to the playground and dispatch troops right away!"

"Look first, don't worry."

Surprisingly, Song Qingshu vetoed him.

The peasant army in the front team swaying here and there like zombies walked 50 meters in front of the gap in the stockade, but stopped knowingly. After a while, a man ran out from inside, rushed to the bottom of the stockade and shouted.

"Is Master Song Dusi here?"

"I mean, who are you, what are you doing here with these soldiers from the east of the river?"

Scarface pulled himself, but Song Qingshu ignored it, stood up half of his body, and asked loudly.They were also bloody massacred by the officers and soldiers for a long time, and felt the same. Song Qingshu himself did not want to use a knife on Wang Zuoguabu, who was also a peasant army. Thinking differently, they probably would not have experienced more tragic battles.

Looking at the state, although there are many people, they don't have the strength anymore.

The man at the bottom of the stockade was really overjoyed, even weeping with joy, he suddenly knelt down on the ground, kowtowed his head, and shouted to the top with a crying voice.

"Lord Du Si, little Miao Mei! Bring the remnant soldiers from the east of the river to join us, and hope that you will open the gate of the village and give us a way to survive!"

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It is said that the gate of the village is actually a big gap, and Scarface still objected a little, but Song Qingshu opened the gate without hesitation this time. The peasant army of the hang department staggered in through the gap, staggered into the stockade of the Qingquan Guard, and was finally led to the playground for resettlement.

The tragedy was really highlighted on them. Song Qingshu saw with his own eyes an old man in his sixties or seventies lost a leg, and the wound was dripping downwards. He didn't know whether the water was blood or liquid. He leaned on a gun and met Xing The old man's face was filled with numbness, almost like a high slope of loess, and he staggered past.

Not far behind him, a lunatic-like woman with disheveled hair swayed in. The blood had already dyed half of her neat homespun skirt red, and there were still two short arrows. Trembling trembling on her back.

After barely walking a dozen steps, one person fell down. In front of the god of death, the old and the low, the old and the young, the beautiful and the ugly are incomparably equal!
"Go, let Han Juan'er organize the women to burn some..."

Before the casual sentence was finished, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling another pain in his heart, and he paused for a moment before changing his words.

"Go ask Caiwei to find some big pots, and first boil some hot water for these brothers on the east bank!"

It took almost half an hour for the mighty team to finish. On the river beach outside and between the roads inside, there were hundreds of corpses left behind. The old man and the woman I just saw did not make it to the last step after all. , Looking at the bald gun thrown down less than tens of meters away from the playground, and the two arrows trembling with the wind, Song Qingshu felt a lingering depression lingering in his heart.

Today was a complete lesson for him. In the eyes of these officials, no matter how special he is, in their eyes, he is just a pariah who can be bullied and killed at will!

On the playground, the corpses of those who died today have not been dealt with. Although the blood is tangy, in the eyes of Wang Zuoguabu's peasant army who came to vote, there is a kind of painful resonance. The most noisy peasant army and its family members are now They all sat quietly in a pile on the playground.

To Song Qingshu's surprise, Tang Ruowang, an old foreigner, is not dead!At this moment, a thick bandage roll was wrapped around his head, and Dr. Zhao and a dozen or so medical apprentices rushed in with bandages, alcohol, and some first-aid items such as penicillin. When it came to Song Qingshu, the old pastor was ashamed and made a sign of the cross on Song Qingshu's chest, and bowed his head.

Perhaps seeing Han Juan'er dying in front of her eyes, even a foreigner would be deeply touched!
Song Qingshu asked Caiwei to organize the boiling water. Caiwei had already organized the women to cook porridge. When the relatives of the soldiers and horses in the east of the river crowded into the playground, the hot porridge pot was also served, no matter whether it was from their own guards or not. Yes, Caiwei and the women who help her work treat each person with one bamboo tube equally.

A bowl of warm porridge and a concerned face are the most heart-warming after a whole day of bloody and brutal fighting. There are only a few hundred bamboo tubes for eating, and it is impossible for everyone to take turns at once, but at this time No one was fighting for it, and no one jumped in line. The two groups of peasant troops who were exhausted to the limit sat quietly on the ground, waiting slowly.

"Qingshu, we don't have much food. If we continue to distribute it like this, we will starve ourselves in a short time!" Seeing Caiwei's "prodigal" behavior, Scarface went to Song Qingshu's side impatiently. However, at this moment, his heart was full of various complicated melancholy, Song Qingshu, who was always stingy, just shook his head.

"Eat it!"

The sudden arrival of soldiers from Hedong disrupted Song Qingshu's arrangement. There might be no less than 2 people in such a long group. After all, they were the soldiers and horses of Wang Zuohang. As soon as she came back, Miao Mei, who brought people over, brought a few strong men over again.

"Lord Du Si!"

Full of grief, leading these people, Miao Mei knelt down hard on the ground, seeing that these seven or eight people were also covered in blood, even Miao Mei, who was usually domineering and domineering, now felt more miserable and embarrassed. He planned to get rid of him last night, seeing him like this today, Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh, and said with a sigh: "Get up!"

"How is your chief king?"

"Chief Wang, don't believe Guan Gouzi's treachery, and Lone Wolf, Big Red Wolf, and Shangshan Tiger were all killed by Guan Gouzi at the banquet, and then Du Wenhuan, the dog official, led his dog officers and soldiers to wash me our village!"

After sadly speaking, the man Miao Mei's face immediately became cheerful again, and she spat viciously.

"He Du Gouguan wants to drive us all to death, bah, he's blinded! Today, I led people to work with him for a whole day! After killing at night, he finally led his puppies to escape with their tails pouted, hehe !"

Listening to Miao Mei's sketches one by one, Song Qingshu couldn't help being stunned. He never thought that letting Miao Mei go back this morning would become the lifeline of his two groups of peasant troops.

When Miao Mei went back in the morning, Wang Zuogua had already invited Li Yingyuan out. Although Miao Mei was Wang Zuogua's confidant, she had already been assigned to Song Qingshu's command. They simply arranged for him to hide and drink in the stockade, and escaped unharmed unexpectedly.

At noon, the officers and soldiers suddenly attacked, and dozens of leaders of the peasant army, including Wang Zuogua, were all wiped out. Immediately after, Du Wenhuan's cavalry rushed over, and more than 2000 Wang Zuojia's confidantes from the outer battalion consisted of defeated frontier troops and thieves. The elite troops were quickly slaughtered because the dragons had no leader. More than 1000 died, and the rest fled in all directions.

But this gave Miao Mei time. He is also the right-hand man in Wang Zuohang's army. The following small leaders all recognize him, and Wang Zuohang's peasant army is different from Song Qingshu Department. The banner of rebellion has been set, and for three whole years, they have spent almost every day fighting the officers and soldiers. Fighting officials and dogs has indeed formed their habit.

Thinking that if all the leaders were wiped out, it would be easy to kill them in the stockade. When Du Wenhuan grew up, he brought more than 2000 infantry and 500 cavalry. Five hundred troops raided Song Qingshu's Qingquanwei, and after showing their prestige to the hungry people in the outer stockade, they suffered a big loss as soon as they attacked the stockade. Under Miao Mei's frantic order, a large wave of muskets, bows and arrows fell on the village. On the head of the officer.

In desperation, Du Wenhuan transferred all the Qingquanwei soldiers back, as well as the troops who ambushed Xing Hongniang, allowing them to escape from birth. In the afternoon, they cooperated with the officers and troops from Yan'an Mansion, and the three armies attacked, and finally broke through In the stockade, there are more than 5 people under Wang Zuojia's command, except for five or six thousand who scattered and fled, now there are only a little over [-] left.

More than 2 people fell under the butcher knife of the angry officers and soldiers!Today, more than 3 people died near this Yan'an Mansion. No wonder the population of China will quickly wither in troubled times, and there will be no one in ten!

"Du Si! I know that I am not the one who takes the lead, so I can't lead the brothers to find Du Wenhuan to avenge the big boss and fellow villagers! The little one also knows that the big boss has offended you, but seeing that he is the same For the sake of the rebels, please accept our only remaining brothers! The little ones are willing to go through fire and water for you, even if there are mountains of swords and fires from the army in front of you, the little ones will not frown if you rush!"

Following Miao Mei, the surviving small and medium leaders kowtowed in unison and knelt down on the ground. Looking at the sonorous men, Song Qingshu nodded heavily...

(End of this chapter)