Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 303 Xingyang Conference
There was such a description in the Xingyang Conference recorded in the history of the Ming Dynasty.

In the winter of the seventh year, the thief rode more than a thousand horses to the west, and immediately rode into the wheat field of Xiguo.Now the big flag is fluttering, looking at the cliff mouth to the south, the flag covers the sky, the sun is shining brightly, it is difficult to end the south mountain, the north end the river bend, and the waves rush in.Hearing the neighing of horses, the battalion ran for tens of miles, and people and animals trampled past them. The road was five or six miles wide, and I don't know how many of them there are!
There are really countless peasant armies. They camped from the west gate of Xingyang City all the way to the bank of the Sishui River. So many people from all walks of life gathered here. Under such circumstances, the Song Qingshu Department, which started from Luoyang and recruited some refugees with less than 1000 people, is really too inconspicuous.

Rebellion is really a high-risk job. Under the name of the old eight kings, Song Qingshu sneaked in low-key. Song Qingshu wanted to find an old friend to inquire about the situation, but he either died or disappeared. After a long delay, he didn't figure out why. Fortunately, the Peasant Army at this time was not as strictly hierarchical as it developed later, and it was regarded as a small leader. Song Qingshu also inquired and entered Xingyang City.

The famous Xingyang Conference in history is also held in full swing.

Concerning the future fate of the Peasant Army, generals and leaders of certain status crowded over, blocking the yamen of Xingyang Mansion in a thick layer. The leader sat on the ground, arguing fiercely.

When Song Qingshu arrived, it was a coincidence that his eldest brother Zhang Xianzhong and his old friend Ma Shouying, the leader of the old friend, had a big quarrel.

More than two years have passed, Zhang Xianzhong seems to have not changed at all, the yellow tiger face with strong wrinkles and thick flesh is still so domineering, his head is tilted to the side in disdain, but he always returns to this kung fu Angry like an old shepherd, his face was so wrinkled that it almost became a car radiator, and he shouted fiercely with his hands spread out.

"Then Hong Yan Wang is coming soon!"

"In Shaanxi, how many of us did Hong Yan Wang kill? The leader of Shen Yiyuan died, and Iron Corner City was also breached! Now that Hong Yan Wang has withdrawn from Xining, and now the Shaanxi frontier army is exhausted, and the catastrophe is imminent. All of you are still dawdling about where to go!"

"If you ask me, we have been to several provinces in the south. People are not familiar with those places. We almost lost our lives when we crossed the carriage gorge. We still have to go back to Shanxi. Only by relying on the mountains can we follow He Hong Yan Wang is entangled."

"And in Shanxi, Marshal Song of the begging army is still in Dai County. With Marshal Song's help, King Hong Yan will definitely not be able to catch us!"

After finally squeezing to the front, Song Qingshu almost fainted after hearing these words, his grandma has such a leg, did she really use Lao Tzu as a shield for your nanny?

But even though he was angry, Song Qingshu didn't show his face. Although Gao Yingxiang sent an invitation to discuss major issues this time, Song Qingshu's idea was not to get involved. Now, what he has to do is to learn from Zhu Yuanzhang back then, and Other peasant armies are estranged. This time, on the one hand, they came to watch the excitement of the famous Xingyang Conference, and listened to it to make sure they knew what they were hearing. Some hungry people.

Now Song Qingshu has no shortage of food, what he lacks is individuals!

Zhang Xianzhong is really Song Qingshu's elder brother, and when he was complaining about Laohui's sloppy back, Zhang Xianzhong sneered disdainfully.

"It's said that returning to the camp is as cowardly as a chicken, and the officers and soldiers will be beaten like chickens when they arrive. It's true! This Butcher Hong is so frightened that he wants to pee his pants before he comes!"

"Eight Great Kings, what do you mean by that? Copying knives and officials goofing off, when the hell did I ever persuade you?" Thirteen families and the 72nd Battalion Peasant Army are all here, and Hui Hui's old face was pale with anger, and he was out of breath. It was his turn, the machete jumping on his feet and shouting.

"Why don't our old horses play tricks with the Eight Great Kings now?"

"I'm not afraid that the butcher is here, what are you doing?" Tilting his head, Zhang Xianzhong still looked disdainful, his contemptuous eyes seemed to be holding a chicken feather instead of a steel knife.

"Then it's the old Qin army! It's still led by Hong Yanwang! How can you fight with this man in Henan Province?" Trembling with frustration, he pointed at Zhang Xianzhong's nose angrily and cursed: "Zhang Huanghu, Do you really think that being called the Eight Great Kings is the same as the tortoise King Eight, with a long life? Now Hong Yan Wang is calling him the **** Minister of the Ministry of War of the imperial court. There are no less than one hundred thousand soldiers and horses attacking, can you beat Hong Yan Wang?"

"One hundred thousand? Huh, we have 50 here now!" Zhang Xianzhong suddenly opened his arms, hugging the sky wildly, and shouted loudly.

"What's so scary about the Qin army? As for the Marshal Song you mentioned, the third younger brother of Lao Tzu, on the Fenchuan River, didn't you just wipe out Du Wenhuan and tens of thousands of soldiers? You want to go back to Shanxi and squat in a ravine to piss your pants, your mother I'll just wait for Butcher Hong to come and see if he really has three heads and six arms!"

Belittled by Zhang Xianzhong time and time again, the old Hui Hui really couldn't stand it anymore, the knife was thrown aside, and when he turned around, he pulled out the 1.5-meter-long seedling knife he used to chop people, and ran towards Zhang Xianzhong Walking away and scolding: "Wu Na yellow-faced bug, this old man will do a game with you today, let's see who the hell peed his pants!"

His hand was also on the handle of the knife, Zhang Xianzhong still sneered arrogantly: "Hey, the sheep herders are peeing, okay, I will play with you today!"

This has been quarreling for several days, and they are not the only ones who want to use knives, and it is not just Lao Huihui who wants to use knives with Zhang Xianzhong. Eyes directly dragged Lao Huihui's leather jacket back and dragged him back, and Guo Tianxing and the others stood in front of the aggressive Zhang Xianzhong.

During this quarrel, with his arms crossed, Li Zicheng, who was already quite outstanding in the rebel army, kept his big-brimmed hat down, and it seemed that he broke up again, and had been silent for several days. He finally couldn't hold back anymore, coughed lightly, and took advantage of the silence to stand up.

"Everyone, listen to your own words!"

For this nephew, Gao Yingxiang is still very fancy. Although he is also like his name, he has formed an army of his own. I admire him very much, and I calmed down and looked at the past after hearing the words.

All of a sudden, the feeling of attention made the wildfire in Li Zicheng's heart blaze again. He thought about the solution for several days, and even lived every word like a movie in his chest, Li Zicheng said angrily.

"Someone thought..."

"Ouch! Third brother!"

A certain person hadn't finished speaking when a silly voice suddenly robbed him of all the limelight. Then, there was a guy in a brocade-clothed guard with a frowning face dragging a guy in a suit. Black paper armor, waiting for Fan Yangli, an ordinary guy who couldn't be more ordinary jumped into the lobby.

"Brother, the third child is here!"

Although the rebel army does not have the strict rules and regulations of the government, the big bosses talk at the top, and the little ones can just listen and don't come up to make noise. There are still some rules. There are many, each has its own opinion, and this discussion will lead to nothing.

Leng Buding killed Cheng Yaojin on the way, Li Zicheng's sharp-edged, resolute and heroic face also darkened, even Zhang Xianzhong was not in a good mood, but at a glance, this rebellious yellow-faced tiger rarely smiled He even greeted him with a big smile, went up to give the guy a bear hug, and then pulled the guy's sleeve and strode into the middle of the lobby.

"Our long-time victorious general! The brave and courageous general has arrived, everyone, this is the leader of the Qihuo commander Song Da. He was the one who captured the old man of Fu Wang a while ago! He was the one who broke the old Shaanxi frontier army back then. He has a certain family. The third brother is here, butcher Hong, he is a hammer!"

Although Song Qingshu is not in the crowd and does not act with the big team, but what he did, no one on the green forest road will give a thumbs up, those who were familiar before, and those who don't now, when they hear the name of begging handsome, there will be hundreds of people Most of the leaders greeted them enthusiastically, and greeted them respectfully with fists in their hands.

"I've seen Marshal Song!"

Later, Li Zicheng, the famous King of Chuang, was completely put aside and ignored. Looking at Song Qingshu, who was like the stars and the moon, the fierce light in the eyes of this ambitious lord was enough to stab Song Qingshu into a thousand wounds. Confused, no one noticed, the face of Gao Yingxiang, the current king who was at the top, twitched uncontrollably.

Surrounded in the middle of the crowd, until now the sleeve of his left hand is still in the hand of the bastard, Bai Wenxuan, who can't get it out, following him to show off and worshiping one by one, Song Qingshu's face is also twitching like a bitter melon, now What he intends is to develop in a low-key manner, not jumping in front of others.

In history, didn't the most arrogant people like Yuan Shao, Wang Shichong, and Chen Youliang end up kicking their braids?On the contrary, Cao Cao, Li Yuan, and Zhu Yuanzhang, who made a lot of money in silence, finally got up. If they knew it, they would not move forward and make do with it. Now they are stuck in the quagmire!
Thinking sadly in his heart, he managed to get to know each other one by one. In the end, Song Qingshu hurriedly separated the crowd, and respectfully bowed to the mountain.

"Begging Song Qingshu to pay homage to King Chuang!"

(End of this chapter)