Who are we!

…

Everyone asked the question, leaving everyone stunned.

What does it mean to be in charge?

we are……

Who are we?

If we were bandits, why would we keep our badges?

If we were bandits, why would we keep our armor...

If we just want to live, why should we think about revenge for our family?

"I, Xu Zhiyuan, belong to a thousand households in Dongjiang Town, Ming Dynasty. I will never forget it until my death. Who are you!"

Staring at the big guy Xu Zhiyuan said loudly.

"Back to Qianhu, we are the soldiers of Dongjiang Town of the Ming Dynasty!"

We are not bandits or bandits, we are the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty! We are the soldiers of Dongjiang Town! We are living in a foreign land, not to survive, but to kill the captives!

Standing up, Xu Zhiyuan pursed his lips, then stared at the people in the hall and said.

"As officers and soldiers of Dongjiang Town, if we allow Donglu to pass by safely, how can we be worthy of the souls of Mao Shuai, Shen Junmen and the Dongjiang brothers! As long as I have a breath left, Dongjiang Town will be there. As long as Dongjiang Town is there,

, we cannot let the Donglu pass by under our noses. Tell the brothers to prepare food and grass and attack the Donglu!"

Everyone in the hall bowed one after another.

"promise!"

After saying that, everyone walked out of the hall, while Jin Mingshan, who was kneeling on the ground, kept kowtowing to express gratitude.

"Thank you, Lord Qianhu, for your kindness, and thank you, Lord Qianhu, for your kindness in rescuing..."

"Jin Mingshan, please go back and tell your observer that the Koreans are allowed to betray their trust, but we are not allowed to be unjust. As long as he is determined to resist, I will send troops to help him."

"I wonder how many soldiers and horses you have under your command?"

Jin Mingshan asked tentatively

"one thousand!"

When he heard this number, his expression suddenly became a little unnatural. It was only a thousand.

After Jin Mingshan left, Su Shilin looked at the boss and said after a long while.

"Here comes the boss..."

"Only Death!"

"North Koreans may not come!"

He had already seen the strange expression on Jin Mingshan's face before.

"We are the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty!"

Xu Zhiyuan seemed a little stubborn. Faced with the boss's answer, he sighed deeply.

"Then...I will let people sew a flag right now. Even if we die, we will let people know who we are."

"No need to sew!"

Xu Zhiyuan shook his head and said.

"Just use the same flag we have been carrying! The flag we brought from Iron Mountain!"

…

The wind blew from a distance, and Xu Zhiyuan still held the spear in his hand. The head of the spear was not wrapped in cloth and tied with rope like in the past, but unfolded.

This is a flag, an old chess piece. The wind is blowing the flag on the gun, and this old flag is swinging in the wind.

According to historical records, Han officials and envoys would observe the flag when traveling to foreign lands. This was issued by the emperors to the envoys who were traveling abroad. Su Wu held the flag and looked south, but he had no flag. He only had this flag, which he brought from Tieshan.

flag.

And this New Year's flag is the festival in his and his brothers' hearts! In the past few years, he would take the flag with him wherever he went and carefully wrap it around his gun. Today he finally unfolded it.

Xu Zhiyuan glanced far away in the direction of Daming, and when he looked back again, Xu Zhiyuan asked silently.

“Where are the Koreans?”

"Reporting to Qianhu, he didn't come!"

…

He responded softly, but Xu Zhiyuan didn't say anything. He couldn't believe it. He looked to the left and right. Su San and the others were all riding on horses, holding lances, but no one spoke.

"brothers……"

"Qianhu, we are all Dongjiang soldiers in Liaodong. One liter of fried rice can last us ten days. It is our duty to kill captives and slaves. Now we should treat it as repayment to the Koreans!"

"What does it mean to give back to the Koreans? We are doing it for the Ming Dynasty. Today we have to let the Donglu go and taste the power of our Dongjiang soldiers again!"

The brothers' words made Xu Zhiyuan smile. He held the gun barrel in his hand and felt the flag on it.

That flag was the flag that Xu Zhiyuan brought out from the pile of dead people in Tieshan. The flag that had been burned by fire, chopped with knives, and shot by arrows. It was the flag that had been soaked in the blood of the brothers.

Flags flying over the corpses of our brothers.

"As long as the scorching sun is in the sky and the moon is clear, our flag of the Ming Dynasty will be there!"

The flag is there, and so are we, so why bother worrying about whether the North Koreans are treacherous? It doesn't matter whether they come or not, what matters is that we are here and the flag is there.

…

Two smoke pillars slowly rise from the top of the mountain in the distance. This is the sentry sent out to light the smoke on the top of the mountain. One smoke pillar is worth a thousand, what about two?

It must be two thousand upwards!

Fight?

Of course we have to fight!

"military……"

Xu Zhiyuan, who originally wanted to call him Military Advisor, changed his tune when the words came to his lips.

"You lead Chen Liangduo and the others to the place we chose before, and then everything goes as planned..."

After deploying one by one, Xu Zhiyuan looked at the more than two hundred brothers around him. Without exception, they all held guns in one hand and horse reins in the other, standing quietly like that.

"Feed the horse first, we have a tough battle to fight today..."

After giving the order, Xu Zhiyuan slammed the gun into the ground. Then Xu Zhiyuan took off the grain bag next to the saddle, grabbed a handful of wheat and fed it to the horse. The horse slowly licked the grass into its mouth with its tongue. This time

For a moment, the valley was quiet, and the brothers were all feeding there, waiting for Donglu's arrival.

No one spoke.

Only the mountain wind blew the flag. Occasionally, they would look at the flag, and then a smile would appear on their faces, as if the flag gave them some kind of comfort in their hearts.

About an hour later, the brothers from the outpost came back on horseback, and only five of the dozen or so horses were left.

"Where are the others?"

"No, no more..."

Su San said while breathing heavily.

"Tatar, Tatar, hurry up, come here soon, then, that arrow is really accurate..."

Before Su San and the others could catch their breath, there was a sound of horse hoofbeats in the distance. When everyone took a look, they saw dozens of Donglu riding towards them. Finally, they stopped suddenly a hundred steps away.

He got down, and then threw a guy wearing red-rimmed armor on the horse heavily to the ground!

Everyone was staring at the unlucky guy, and he was actually caught.

Staring at the captured brother, Xu Zhiyuan snorted.

"It's Li Laoliu..."

The person captured by the soldiers was Li Laoliu, a native of Liaoyang.

After sending the signal, they fled all the way, but they never thought that they still could not escape Donglu's front sentinel cavalry. Half of the brothers were killed or injured, but he was captured alive.

Li Laoliu's helmet had fallen somewhere, and under his gray hair bun was a face full of vicissitudes of life.

After he was thrown to the ground, he raised his head and saw the brothers in front of him. Looking at the brothers lined up, he smiled. Fortunately, the brothers were all ready.

When he smiled, Li Ye on horseback asked loudly:

"Li Laoliu, we also came from Dongjiang. The prince said that as long as the soldiers of Dongjiang are willing to surrender, they will go to heaven to help the army and join the Eight Banners of the Han Army. Are you willing to surrender?"

Li Ye, who also came from Dongjiang, said again:

"Besides, there is no Dongjiang Town now. What kind of life did you live in North Korea? You hid in the mountains and became bandits. As long as you come back, the prince will definitely not treat you badly! You go and persuade them to submit to the prince. When the time comes,

I will reward you with a hundred taels of silver! We are all one family, so why fight to the death? Besides, why are you standing in the way now? For the Ming Dynasty? Who are you?"
To be continued...