Wang Wei, a frontier poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem: The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets in the long river is round. The characters "straight" and "round" can be said to describe the magnificent scene of the desert at sunset and dusk.

In fact, the sunset on the prairie is also extremely magnificent, but a red sunset hanging above the horizon, the endless autumn grass was dyed blood red, and the waves on the calm little black river surface were like golden snakes dancing.

Banshengcheng was built on a south-facing hillside near Xiaoheihe. Although the houses are low, they are neat. Obviously, they have been properly planned before construction.

At this hour, the smoke from cooking was rising above Bansheng City, and the residents were obviously making dinner. However, most of the people living in these smoke-filled houses were Han people who came to surrender, while the captured Han slaves did not have such treatment. They were still working in the wheat fields at this moment and had to wait until it was completely dark before they could go home to rest.

The Han slaves not only had to take care of the hardest, most tiring and dirtiest work, but also worked for a long time, and even had to hand over all the food produced. They could only receive one serving of food that could barely sustain life every day.

The Han people who took the initiative to surrender were treated well. Not only could they be assigned to live in separate houses, but they only had to hand over half of the food, and the remaining half could be kept by themselves. Fengzhouchuan is fertile in the soil, lush water and grass, and the grain output is very good. After handing over half, what is left is not only enough for the whole family, but also has some surplus, so it attracted many border residents from the Ming Dynasty to surrender.

As the sunset was about to sink completely into the horizon, thousands of Han slaves were working in the wheat fields braved the cold wind. In order to prevent the Han slaves from escaping in the dusk, the Tatars and the White Lotus Cult, who were in charge of the supervisor, rode around on horseback, while scolding the Han slaves to speed up their movements and transported the harvested wheat back to the city. At this time, there was no threshing machine or something. The wheat was transported home with the wheat straw and then manually threshing, which was very troublesome.

At this time, an elderly Han slave carried a large bundle of wheat on the field stems and walked heavily towards the chariot. After just two steps, he fell to the ground and collapsed there and gasped in a pale face.

"Old Liu, are you fucking pretending to be dead again, right?" A White Lotus Sect priest in charge of supervising immediately beat him up and cursed. Without saying a word, he whipped the fallen Han slave, and drew a terrifying blood mark on the spot.

Old Liu groaned and struggled to stand up. As a result, the supervisor probably thought he was slow to move and beat him down with a whip. He scolded while whipping: "Baolish, just eat but not work, keeping you is a waste of food!"

Old Liu was beaten to the point of curled up in a ball and screamed and begged for mercy. At this time, a very tall Han slave rushed over and grabbed the whip tip of the supervisor with quick eyes and glared at the supervisor.

The supervisor was stunned for a moment, continued to look gloomy, and said in a dark voice: "Liu Dali, don't meddle in other people's business!"

This Han slave named Liu Dali is about 24 or 5 years old. He is probably close to 1.9 meters tall. He is very strong and has a clear contour. He is a native of Yulin, Shaanxi. He usually makes a living by hunting. He was captured by the Tartars when he went out to hunt. This man has some martial arts skills, so he is one of the targets of Zhao Quan's participation in the sect. However, Liu Dali is ungrateful and always refuses to join the White Lotus Sect.

At this time, Liu Dali glared at the supervisor and said, "Old Liu has felt the cold in the past few days and has not healed."

The supervisor sneered, "So what? You don't have to work if you are sick? Besides, Liu Dali, you are the onion, it's your turn to meddle in other people's business. Get out of here, otherwise you will be cleaned up together."

After the supervisor said that, he tried to pull the whip back, but Liu Dali did not move at all and showed a sarcastic look. The former was furious and wanted to draw the knife with his left hand. Unexpectedly, Liu Dali suddenly pulled the whip hard, so the guy fell off the horse's back and even fell a hungry dog ​​to bite the shit. He probably had a broken leg and screamed and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Liu Dali, you are looking for death!" Seeing this, other nearby supervisors immediately pulled out their weapons and rushed over.

Liu Dali's expression changed slightly. He originally wanted to teach the supervisor a little lesson, but now it was in trouble.

However, at this moment, in the twilight, thunder suddenly came from afar, and the ground was shaking slightly. However, people who are used to being on the grassland know that this is not thunder at all, but the movement caused by the horses galloping.

The White Lotus Supervisors who were rushing towards Liu Dali and the Tartars subconsciously pinned their horses. Looking southeast, the Han slaves working in the wheat fields also stopped and looked up curiously.

In the vast twilight, several horses finally appeared in sight. Under the reflection of the last ray of sunset, the knight on the horse was wearing a hat and a mandarin duck battle jacket, and a piece of black light appeared on his back. I don’t know what it was.

Immediately afterwards, more war horses appeared in sight, and the horses were all mandarin ducks, and they were all on one horse. After being stunned, the white lotus supervisors changed their faces, and some people trembled and screamed: "It's the Ming army, it's the Ming army!"

It was as if I heard the most thrilling words in the world. The White Lotus Supervisors and the Tartar Supervisors hurriedly turned their horses and fled to Bansheng City in the distance.

Liu Dali looked disbelief. He was a native of Yulin Town, a major town in Jiubian. He had long been used to the cowardice of the border army. So at this time, he suddenly saw a Ming cavalry on the Tatar territory. He almost glared out his eyes and said to himself: "Aren't I dreaming? The border army actually came to Fengzhouchuan?"

At this time, the White Lotus Supervisor, who had broken his leg, tried to get up and flee on his horse. Liu Dali's eyes flashed with fierce light. He decisively stepped forward and snatched the supervisor's knife, then waved the knife to slash the latter. He flew onto the horse, raised his hand and shouted: "Friends, our Ming army is here, who want to go home and follow me Liu Dali!"

There were nearly four or five thousand Han slaves, and they had been enslaved to the point of suffering. At this time, when they saw the Ming army appear, they were extremely excited. In addition, Liu Dali usually has a prestige among Han slaves, so he shouted, and almost all Han slaves picked up shoulder poles or sickles and surrounded them.

At this time, Qi Jingtong and Xie Erjian had already led the two thousand elite troops of the Shenji Camp to kill. When they saw thousands of Han slaves in a black manner, they were all stunned. Liu Dali beat the horse and went forward and shouted: "General, we are all the people of the Ming Dynasty who were captured by the Tartars. I am willing to help the general kill the thieves!"

Xie Erjian and Qi Jingtong were overjoyed, and the latter laughed and said, "Good, but there is no need to help me. Just stay here and don't cause trouble. Let's see how my Shenji Camp killed the Tartars!"

drive……

Xie Erjian and Qi Jingtong led two thousand elite troops of the Shenji Camp roared past and rushed straight toward the location of Banshengcheng.

Only then did Liu Dali realize that the Ming army had only two or three thousand people, and he couldn't help but secretly smash his tongue. Just a few people dared to run to Fengzhou Sichuan. He was so brave. However, the equipment of this Ming army cavalry was really fucking excellent. He was even equipped with two horses. The musket-like thing on his back seemed to be very powerful.

Although Qi Jingtong asked everyone to stay where they were, out of curiosity, Liu Dali still rode a horse and followed the butt of Shenji Camp, and the thousands of Han slaves naturally followed.

There was no wall in Bansheng City, so the Shenji Camp attacked in without any force. In addition, this was a sudden attack, which instantly caught the Tartars and the White Lotus Cultivators off guard. Under the sound of bean-like gunshots, the 100 Tartar cavalry and thousands of White Lotus Cultivators stationed here were quickly defeated and fled in all directions.

Half an hour later, the Shenji Camp completely controlled the entire Banshengcheng. After counting, more than 400 people were killed and more than 200 people were captured (the White Lotus Sect). The rest of them all fled. As for the Han people who took the initiative to surrender to Banshengcheng, there were nearly 10,000. However, these people were so scared that their legs were weak when they saw the Ming army. They dared to resist. Except for a few who were scared away, most of them hid in their respective houses and did not dare to come out.

After seeing the terrifying combat power of the Shenji Camp, Liu Dali was so shocked that he almost bit off his tongue. Only then did he understand why this cavalry with only two thousand people dared to come to Fengzhou Sichuan to pick up Altan's tiger beard. Tsk tsk, with this powerful combat power, coupled with the high mobility of one person and two riders, there is no way to go!

"What's your name? Where are you from?" Xie Erjian's question made Liu Dali come to his senses. He quickly replied: "Liu Dali, a grass-roots man from Yulin, Shaanxi, is a hunter in the mountains. He was captured here by the Tartars at the beginning of this year."

Xie Erjian had long noticed that Liu Dali was very prestigious among the Han slaves, and nodded and asked, "How many Han slaves are there in total?"

"About 5,000 people, but there are more Han people who take the initiative to surrender, probably more than 10,000!" Liu Dali replied.

Xie Erjian said in a deep voice: "Liu Dali, I am the commander of Shenji Camp and Xie Erjian. Now I appoint you as the leader of the five thousand Han slaves. Immediately help the official army collect materials, and burn the Bancheng in half an hour!"

"Okay, no problem!" Liu Dali patted his chest and replied loudly, then ran to call on Hannu to help collect supplies.

There is no way, the Shenji Camp has limited personnel, so they can only rely on these Han slaves. Fortunately, these Han slaves were captured and suffered inhuman abuse, so they hated the Tartars and the White Lotus Cultists, and even the Han people who were favored were hated. Therefore, these Han slaves supported and relied on the Ming army, so there was no need to worry that they would not obey the command.

"Boss Xie, my subordinates took people to carefully compare it several times, but they did not find the three backbones of the White Lotus Sect, Zhao Quan, Sun Cai and Qiu Fu. However, Li Zixin was captured!" A hundred households of the Shenji Camp came to Xie Erjian and Qi Jingtong with disheveled hair.

This Taoist priest was Zhao Quan's uncle Li Zixin, and he was also the second-ranked figure in the White Lotus Sect. At that time, this guy was named Li Natural, lurking in the Ning Prince's Mansion to encourage Ning Prince to rebel.
Chapter completed!