Early this morning, Zhuzi was whipped up and went to the back mountain to dig wild vegetables.
While digging, I suddenly heard the sound of war drums. From the mountain, I could see many officers hurriedly running towards the Chinese army's tent from all directions.
The drums are beating and the tents are raised, these Tatars are about to march. They are not going to attack the rocky beach.
While he was watching, a whip suddenly struck him. The clothes on his back were torn, the skin was opened, and blood instantly wet his back. The pain made him stagger a little.
"Damn Nikan, if you try to be lazy again and look around again, I will beat you to death." A surrendered Han soldier cursed.
"Bah, you two Tartars," Zhuzi cursed with his back to him. A good man didn't want to suffer the loss before him, and hurriedly squatted down to look for wild vegetables. Zhuzi thought bitterly, you bitch, just wait, I will kill you sooner or later before running away.
Suddenly, a large cluster of very bright colors appeared in the grass in front of me.
Zhuzi took a closer look and saw that it was a very rare mushroom.
Because he is from the mountains, he knows this kind of mushroom. Just a little bit of the dry powder of this kind of mushroom can cause hallucinations, and everyone's hallucinations are different.
He looked out of the corner of his eye and saw two guards chatting. He quickly stuffed the large mushroom into his arms.
When cooking at night, Zhu Zhu carefully placed dozens of mushrooms on the stove and slowly roasted them to dry. Then he carefully wrapped them in cloth, made them into powder, and tied them tightly with ropes.
"Dog Tartars, and those two Tartars, wait for me and see what Naigong does to you." Under the light of the fire at the stove, Zhuzi's face was full of ferociousness, and the light and darkness were very scary.
Early the next morning, the war drums beat again, this time instead of raising tents, it was also accompanied by the sound of horns in the desolate land. Each camp began to move out.
Five thousand infantry and cavalry went in front, and more than a thousand civilians drove ox carts, pulling baggage and supplies behind, and marched towards the rocky beach.
When the vanguard appeared on the plain, the cavalry sent out by Yang Fan to investigate quickly discovered this huge team.
This is the hinterland of the Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty. Such a large group of gangsters is really shocking.
"Send scouts to kill those Ming people in the night. It's annoying to watch." Abdul Bayan said.
"cover"
Fifty cavalrymen broke away from the group and chased ten Ming army soldiers Ye Bushou. Yang Fan temporarily selected Ye Bushou from the Ming army from the guardsmen who could ride horses and were not professional scouts.
When they saw Jiannu's scouts coming out, they quickly turned around and ran away. Their horses were Jiannu's war horses that had been captured before, so they didn't suffer any loss in speed. They quickly left and ran towards the village.
Seeing Ye Buzai running back like his butt was on fire, Yang Fan knew that what was supposed to come had finally come. But he didn't know how many enemies there were.
"All regiment training, guard soldiers, strong men, and women must all gather in the square inside the south city gate," Yang Fan gave the order.
At this time, everyone in the village came and stood densely in the square.
"A large group of gangsters is coming. What I want to say is that these people are horse thieves disguised as slaves. They are very cruel. They will kill the elderly and children. The middle-aged men are captured and taken to Liaodong as slaves. Generally, they are less than three years old.
He will be tortured to death within a year. A woman who is captured will not survive more than half a year."
The crowd below was very silent, listening to Yang Fan's lecture in silence. They had become numb after fighting with the corpse for three days, and seemed to have forgotten what fear was.
"So if you want to survive, you have to fight hard to keep them outside the city wall. I have reserved 8,000 sharp guns, 10,000 barrels of gunpowder, and 1,000 kilograms of lead bullets and iron ball bullets, which are enough for you.
Just lie down behind the sandbag and shoot at the enemies three to four feet away. They are also human beings. They will bleed and lie down when hit by fire guns. They are no different from you."
The people below were still listening calmly. No one made any noise, and no one asked any questions.
"To be honest, we may not be able to defend it. The rammed earth wall is only three feet high and five feet thick. There are no bricks on the outside. The rest is built with sacks filled with river sand. What if the wall is broken?
Let’s do it, let’s capture him without any help?”
"Fight them as soon as they enter the city, we won't be slaves," a gray-haired old man shouted. Yang Fan saw that it was the old pawn who guarded the gate when he and Niangpi first came here, and his surname seemed to be Gao.
"Yes, come on, we all pee standing up. We are men too."
"Let's fight, the red knife goes in, the white knife comes out." Yang Fan was stunned, what did this mean? The female butcher had obviously entered an abnormal state. She kept shouting these two sentences.
"Fight, fight," the children also shouted.
"In the past few days, we have made 1,500 gunpowder bags and distributed one to each house. Gunpowder and lead bullets have also been distributed to you. You go back and build the doors and windows with bricks, leaving a shooting opening. You can leave one under the door.
Drill into the small hole and make a hole in the neighbor's yard wall and house wall, so that you can move away at any time if there is any danger."
"When the Tatars come in, you unite as a family, beat them with muskets, and stab them with sharp spears. If you really have no place to run, just light this gunpowder bag. You will die together with them. Kill one to save your life, and kill two."
"Earn one by one"
The crowd also shouted crazily, "Kill one to get enough money, kill two to earn one."
"Bring the money up. You see here are 10,000 guan of money. They are all pure copper coins. One penny is worth two pence. You can chop off the head of a slave and exchange it for 10 guan of money, which is twenty taels. Kill one.
For slaves and bandits, one head can be exchanged for five taels of silver, which is equivalent to ten taels of silver."
After speaking, Yang Fan kicked down a box, and the golden copper coins poured down from the city gate. It seemed like a golden rain had fallen.
For these military households at the lowest level, they had never seen silver very often, and they usually used copper coins. The most shocking thing was the heavy rain of copper coins falling from the sky.
Everyone's eyes were wide open, their mouths were wide open, and then they shouted crazily: "Kill the Jiannu, kill the Jiannu."
"Okay, let's go up to the city and defend it under the leadership of the commanders." Yang Fan finished his pre-war mobilization.
At noon, smoke and dust billowed outside the south city gate, and a large group of enemy troops finally arrived.
They camped a mile away and began to dig trenches, build fences, build tents, and set up tents.
There was no attack that day. Yang Fan saw them cutting down trees on the tower, obviously making siege weapons.
In the distance, many carpenters were instructing the workers to trim the tree trunks, using saws and axes to repair them into the required shape.
Yang Fan looked at the civilians working in the enemy's camp and murmured to himself, What they are working on over there should be a trebuchet. Three tree trunks are nailed together. What is working on there? Well, it should be a ladder. I know that one is a trebuchet.
Rushing at the city gate.
"Oh, no, Mr. Wang Qi, hurry up and use sandbags to block the city gates. Hurry!" Yang Fan jumped to his feet and shouted.
