Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 694 Surging
Xianxia Ridge, Xianrendao, the name explains the terrain here. While the scenery is beautiful, only immortals can walk through the precipitous ones. More than 700 years ago, the Huangchao army entered Fujian and carved a mountain road of [-] miles. The six passes of Xianxia are like the gate of heaven. Such a firm lock on the throat of eastern Zhejiang entering Fujian made it difficult for the Qing army that had blocked it in history. If Zheng Zhilong hadn't been persuaded and led his troops to surrender, and lost this dangerous place for nothing, maybe there was a chance.

But now, here is really embarrassing the Ming army, which is why Song Qingshu put the most reckless Liu Zongmin here at ease, looking at the layers of mountain entrances, even if he is as irritable as Liu Zongmin, looking at this place in southern Zhejiang Guan is also confused, and has no intention of attacking at all.

But today, the densely packed crowd came straight to the pass, forcing the Lu Wangjian national army to be nervous for a while.

"Who's down here? The imperial court wants the land! Don't get close, get out!"

Standing on the towering Xianxia Pass on the mountainside, a few soldiers poked their heads out and yelled arrogantly to the bottom. In this era, the people are afraid of the soldiers and cannot be changed. A few yells make the tens of thousands of people below become noisy. Unexpectedly, a moment later, an old man excitedly squeezed to the front.

"Er Gouzi! Is that you? I'm your father!"

"father!"

"Old Li Tou?"

Responding to the voice, several heads poked out from the Guanlou, several soldiers from the same village looked down excitedly, and the old man who stood up was tearful and shouted excitedly.

"Er Gouzi, you're still alive, that's great! That's great! A few days ago, when the commander attacked Taizhou, he heard that the old man with the nose died in filling the sea. I thought I would never see you again, you bastard. You have been more than 20 years old, and you died before leaving a bastard for our family, how can I see my ancestors?"

Being scolded by my father in public is really shameless, but I can hear the haunting local accent, and the soldiers on the Guanlou don't care about face and face, kneeling in front of the Guanlou and knocking a few times down.

"Father! The child is not filial!"

Later generations of the People's Liberation Army also mobilized the villagers to go up the mountain to shout out. The offensive of family affection is sharper than any sword or firearm. Listening to the din, more and more soldiers of the King of Lu Jianguo crowded over and shouted down the mountain. , asking about the situation at home, the quiet Xianxialing was as noisy as a busy city for a while.

"Er Gouzi! What kind of announcement did the commander make? In short, our family is no longer the leader of the guard of the times. Your sister married the youngest son of Zhao Laizi's family in our guard, and our family was allocated [-] acres of land. Stop being a soldier and fight, go home and farm with the old man!"

"Okay, Dad, I, I'll go back, I..."

Excited beyond control, the first soldier was almost speechless, who knew that at this moment, there was a whistling sound of the wind, and a whip whipped Er Gouzi to the ground, screaming, one with a money mouse At the end, the arrogant Jurchens with a dark face pointed at the gathered soldiers and cursed.

"What the hell are you doing here? Scattered! Come on, shoot arrows right away, and drive these troublemakers away!"

The appearance of the Jurchens made all the guards at Xianxia Pass look bad. The huge king of Lu supervised the country, relying on the Jiannu who surrendered from Hangzhou as the main force, and the court seemed to treat Jiannu more than Han soldiers like them. Believe me, thousands of Jian slaves pulled from Hangzhou are treated as uncles in Fujian, eating the best military rations, receiving the most military pay, and what is even more annoying is that these Jian slaves are still on the heads of Han soldiers .

"Archery! My lord, there are my elders from Jiangsu and Zhejiang! How can I shoot arrows?" Enduring the burning pain in his back, Er Gouzi got up in horror, but Jian Nu whipped him again.

"Presumptuous, how dare you have an affair with a Han dog! Shoot an arrow immediately, or you will be punished for losing your morale and running away!"

"you!"

Bai Shan is filial to heaven, asking Er Gouzi to shoot arrows at his father is more uncomfortable than killing him, the veins on his forehead are bulging, and the man who is only a few meters tall is jumping up and down, screaming and wanting to fight this Jiannu desperately, panic The comrades beside him hurriedly held him aside, pulling him back in a panic.

"Don't be impulsive! Hey, Mr. Braid, he is short-sighted, don't be as knowledgeable as him!"

"Release the arrow! Release the arrow!"

The Jiannu's reputation in the army is extraordinary. They were isolated in the south of the Yangtze River. The king of Lu supervised the country was the only hope for these Jiannu. They took out the methods they used when they ruled the Han Eight Banners harshly, beheading their heads and piercing arrows at every turn. If you want to really annoy this bullshit, it is estimated that everyone present will be unlucky.

Seeing that the two dogs were still stuck with blue veins on their necks, the Han soldiers hurriedly said in his ear again: "Er Gouzi, your father is underneath, you want him to see you. kill?"

This finally made the man sober up, he picked up his bow and arrows panting heavily, and stood on the wall, a group of Han soldiers lazily opened their bows, and shouted: "Fathers and folks! Shooting arrows! Sir, don't let me go!" Now, everyone should go back!"

The sparse bows and arrows were only shot tens of meters away, they were soft and had no lethality at all, and they were still several meters away from these folks and military relatives. They came from thousands of miles to look for their relatives, and these bows and arrows did not scare those people at all. The fathers and folks from Jiangsu and Zhejiang were still calling upwards one after another, and more Zhejiang soldiers came running from behind. In such a chaos, there was another loud shout from the wall, and the bow was drawn like a moon. He was actually shot through by an arrow, which finally caused panic in the crowd. One after another, the Jiannu on the pass city shot arrows one after another, and the crowd below had to retreat amidst wailing.

"Hmph, weak Han dog!"

Watching these Han people flee backwards, the Zhejiang soldiers standing on the top of the city seemed to have their hearts broken, especially the Er Gouzi just now, who sat limply on the ground with profuse sweat, that Niulu forehead was really cold But there was a contemptuous sneer on his face, and he snorted disdainfully.

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Sometimes, the character of the Han people is indeed soft, but not as soft as noodles, but as tough as pampas grass, seemingly slender, but can pull a thousand catties, killing and injuring more than a dozen people, the next day, these elders The folks once again went to the next checkpoint firmly, because they had relatives who made them dream about.

In history books, it is often seen that Chinese farmers are the most obedient, kind, and optimistic group of people in the world, but the people who said these words seem to have died. In all the wars that have changed dynasties and the world is chaotic, farmers have always served as the main force. .

While playing family cards at the border, Song Yongzhong was on a business trip again. The mountains and mountains could stop ordinary large armies, but they couldn't stop these special forces. During the brutal suppression, a team of the front-selection army had already flipped through Wuyi Mountain without anyone noticing.

Fujian Ninghua.

The weather has just warmed up, and the toads are also croaking and croaking outside the door, which is disturbing. In a big thatched cottage in the countryside, a dozen peasants are sitting around the candles in a dull mood. At the same time, everyone looks like the poorest and most down-to-earth tenants. Everyone seems to be anxious, holding a water bowl and looking out frequently.

"Brother Huang Tong!"

Suddenly, a farmer stood up excitedly and walked towards the door. Following closely behind, more than a dozen peasants surrounded him like kindergarten children who saw their teacher, holding their fists in respect.

"Brother Huang!"

Surrounded by the crowd, he was an unattractive, even somewhat stubby, yellow-faced man. His face was plain and ordinary, but everyone in the ten miles and eight villages knew him. No one knew him. Last year, he was Under the slogan of correcting and fighting for the benefit of the rich and the poor, he stormed into the county seat, broke into the houses of the landowners who collected rent in large quantities of [-] buckets of barrels, and said that all these barrels were destroyed. Get up, known as Tianbing, each village has a hundred commanders, and every town has a thousand commanders to support each other.

Because of their existence, the tenant farmers in other parts of Fujian can't survive at the rent collection rate of [-] Dou a load. Coarse grains are mixed with bran to make ends meet. Only Ninghua is still at the normal [-] Dou a load. The tenant farmers could eat half full at any rate, so as not to starve to death.

This is the grace of life, so Huang Tong is respected by everyone in Ninghua County.

Recently, however, the situation has become more and more tense. With the entry of Jianwu Emperor Zhu Yihai into Fujian, the feudal rule has been significantly strengthened in the local area. The magistrate of Ninghua County has become more and more arrogant. Next, Tian Bing also became worried.

"Brother Huang, I don't know what's the matter to call us? Could it be that the imperial court is about to attack, or is it Tian Dahu, Zhao Dahu and the others who want to increase the rent?"

As soon as he was seated, the man who greeted him as soon as he entered the door asked again urgently, this time all the leaders of the field soldiers in Ninghua were summoned, obviously it was not a trivial matter.

However, listening to the man's question, Huang Tong's thick face couldn't help revealing an unprecedented excitement. He looked back at the window, and immediately lowered his body forward again, and rushed towards the dozen or so fields. The soldier leader asked back.

"Everyone, everyone knows the Emperor Chongzhen who was supported by Marshal Song in the north! Great news, Marshal Song has issued the imperial list. All those who support King Lu in Fujian are rebellious. The court no longer protects them. We Shareholders can legally occupy their land!"

"It's been more than 100 years! We muddy legs have been scraped by those landlords for more than 100 years! Every year we sell our sons and daughters, and they eat delicious food and spicy food. These days are finally gone forever!"

"Brother Huang, can it be fake!"

"Yes! The world is as black as crows!"

Seeing Huang Tong's excited appearance, these Tian Bing leaders asked worriedly. After all, there were too many back-and-forth things in the Ming Dynasty, and the big guys were scared, but seeing the doubts of these people, Huang Tong suddenly laughed. He clasped his fists towards the door.

"General Song, please come in!"

Following the sound, a man who was not too tall, but with an icy aura, wearing a black cloak, came in silently like a ghost. There seemed to be an aura of death swirling around this man, It made more than a dozen field soldier leaders shudder.

"This is the celebrity next to Marshal Song, Song Yongzhong, General Song!"

"This time I will bring the official seal of the Ministry of Households, and the land deed can be printed on the spot. As long as you dare to rise up and resist, in the future when the commander-in-chief comes to Fujian, the land will definitely be yours!"

The voice was so cold that it was almost impersonal. With a bang, Song Yongzhong threw a copper seal heavily on the table. Looking at the fuze with metallic luster under the candle, the eyes of a dozen field soldiers' leaders suddenly became straight. ...

(End of this chapter)