The next day, the sky was not bright yet, just a little bright, and the sun was still brewing under the horizon.
Mrs. Yilan didn't fall asleep last night. She tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. She just lay on the tiger skin mattress and closed her eyes to fall asleep. It was only now that she felt a little sleepy. She was about to take the opportunity to close her eyes and take a nap. Suddenly, she heard
Suddenly, in the distance, there was a "dong" sound of beating war drums.
In the valley, due to the various bonuses of echo and concentrated sound, this war drum was very loud, as if the heaven and earth had been hammered apart.
Then, this sound of war drums was like a signal. Before the sound disappeared, countless war drums could be heard "dong dong dong" one after another. For a time, the sound of war drums was heard from all directions.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, the whole world was shattered.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Along with the war drums, there were waves of killing shouts coming from all directions.
"what happened?"
Mrs. Yi Lan opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes were covered with crow's feet and bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep.
"Report! Sir! Something bad has happened! Minggou secretly occupied several surrounding hills last night. The mountains were all decorated with Minggou's military flags. The surrounding mountains were filled with Minggou! I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of Minggou.
"
A Nanman Miao man rushed in to report, with a look of fear on his face.
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yilan's face instantly turned pale, and her shocked heart seemed to have temporarily stopped beating.
"Help me up." Mrs. Yilan called.
The accompanying girl hurriedly stepped forward to help Mrs. Yilan. Mrs. Yilan walked to an open area with a dragon-head crutch and looked around. The visibility was not high at the moment, just hazy, but they could still see the building they occupied.
Several mountains around the mountain were covered with Ming people's military flags. The figures on the mountains were swaying, the beating of war drums was earth-shattering, and the shouts of killing were heard throughout the world.
Now, the grass and trees are all in a state of war, and the one who is making the noise is Mrs. Yilan.
She saw the Ming people's flags on the hills in all directions, listened to the continuous drums and shouts of death, looked at the swaying vegetation on the mountains, and thought it was the Ming people, and listened to the howling wind, she thought it was the Ming people shouting to kill.
Voice.
Seeing everything in front of her, Mrs. Yilan couldn't help being shocked, and a cold sweat broke out on her back, "Why are there so many Ming people?! Didn't the Ming people only add more than 4,000 horses last night?"
"Insidious Mingren!" Mrs. Yilan instantly imagined a scene in her mind and couldn't help but gritted her teeth and spat, "Last night they openly increased their troops by four thousand, and took advantage of the darkness to secretly increase this number of troops!"
While Mrs. Yilan gritted her teeth and cursed the Ming people for their insidiousness, the Southern Barbarians under her command looked at the Ming people's military flags on the mountains in all directions, and listened to the earth-shattering drums and shouts of death, and panic quickly grew.
"Why are there so many bright dogs?! I don't believe it." A Nanman Miao man shook his pale cheek vigorously and murmured.
"The bright dog who kills a thousand swords! He just relies on the large number of people to bully the small people! If it were one-on-one, I would kill them like chickens!" The Nanman Miao next to him cursed angrily. Although his words were full of murderous intent, he looked towards
The Ming army that spread over the mountains and plains in the distance also had frightened eyes.
"The people of the Ming Dynasty occupied the plains, and there was fertile land there. The land was so rich that if you just sow a handful of seeds, you would be able to reap a full harvest. How could they not be too numerous to thrive there? It's not like us, who are trapped in
In the deep mountains and old forests, there is no land suitable for farming, and the prey in the mountains are getting less and less. If you eat more than you eat, you will not get enough ◇00ksw◆. How can you reproduce and live as well as the people of Ming Dynasty!"
Another Miao descendant of the Southern Barbarians cursed bitterly. He went out to Jingnan County to sell animal skins. Along the way, he witnessed the endless rice fields and the rich life of the Han plains. That life was simply paradise.
"There are too many Ming people. They are occupying all directions. They don't even leave us a way to retreat. They are trying to kill us all!" There is a small-headed man from the Southern Barbarians who has a relatively strategic vision.
He observed it for a moment and then said to the people around him with a solemn expression.
"The worst that can happen is that the fish will die and the net will be broken! They will kill them all, and I will have to drag two backers to my death!"
Hearing this, all the Southern Barbarian descendants around him were like trapped animals, desperate, frightened, but also crazy.
"Aren't you tired tomorrow? The war drums have never stopped!" A Nanman Miao descendant asked doubtfully.
"I want to exhaust these grandsons to death! Unfortunately, there are many of them. When this one gets tired, he will be replaced by the next one."
The Nanman Miao next to him let out a long and helpless sigh.
Yes, there are so many Minggu people! What should we do?! The surrounding Nanman Miao descendants felt a strong sense of powerlessness in their hearts.
At this moment, young and strong people are scattered on the mountains in all directions. Each one is holding a rope in his hand. Either a small tree is tied to the rope, or several military flags are connected to it. If you pull it, the tree will wave like a flag.
A team of people and horses; there are also large cowhide drums scattered on the mountain, with young men beating the drums in conspicuous places, and in hidden places, goats are tied to their hind legs and hung on trees with ropes. There are war drums under the goats' front hooves.
He was hung upside down and kicked wildly with his front hooves, and the war drums started to sound.
People who don't know the inside story look at it from a distance, and it does seem like thousands of troops are stationed on these mountains.
"It's almost time."
Zhu Ping'an finished the dry food in his hand, drank a bowl of rice soup, stood up and said to Liu Dianli, Han Dianli and others.
"My lord, do you really want to go? My lord, please think twice. The Southern Barbarians are not civilized, and there are tens of thousands of Nanman in Wurenyi Mountain. It is too dangerous for your lord to go here," Qian Dianli dissuaded with a worried look on his face.
"Don't worry, Qian Dian. The Nanman Miao people robbed the southeast flood refuge area and did not intentionally hurt anyone. This shows that they have room for rebellion this time. Moreover, in the eyes of the Nanman, I have an army of '30,000'. How dare they
It is not good for me; in addition, as an official of the imperial court, I am not only the magistrate of Jingnan County, but also the chief prosecutor of Zhejiang Province. Unless they are prepared to meet the wrath of the imperial court and exterminate the clan, they will not dare to touch me.
." Zhu Pingan smiled slightly and said confidently.
"Your Majesty, it is said that a gentleman does not build a dangerous wall. Please allow me to persuade the Southern Barbarians to surrender to the rebel camp on behalf of your Majesty."
Liu Dianli stood up and cupped his fists.
"Your Majesty, please let me go." Official Han Dian also stood up and asked for orders.
"Liu Dianli, Han Dianli, I appreciate your good intentions, and I also believe in your ability. However, your status is not enough to win the trust of the Southern Barbarian Miao descendants. Only if I go can I be convincing enough."
Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly and said firmly.
"County Honorable" Liu Dianli and Han Dianli wanted to fight for it again, but were interrupted by Zhu Pingan.
"It's getting late. You don't need to persuade or argue any more. As the magistrate of Jingnan County, I am bound to make this trip! Besides, your mission is also very important. You sit in the rear and keep an eye on the camp and the 'big army'.
Don't let the Nanman Miao descendants see through the truth. After this trip is successful, I will record a great merit for you."