The contract is signed! The signing of this book should be considered extremely difficult at the beginning. It took 230,000 words to sign the contract. This number of words may not be included in the new book list. However, being able to successfully sign the contract still inspired me to some extent. Come on, finish this
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On the small road from Yiling to Xingshan County, a group of cavalrymen, about ten people in number, were galloping. The horses they were riding were not very good horses, but each of them had quite good riding skills, and sometimes they galloped forward with their whips.
Sometimes he jogs slowly to give the sweating horses a rest. The sound of the horses' hooves is like a fierce rainstorm in the frosty, silent and dark wilderness.
Behind this group of cavalry, there was a larger army breaking into the camp. Thousands of people crowded into the path and formed a long queue. One end of the long queue was still near Yiling Mountain Village, and the other end had already entered the mountains.
.The family members of Laoying all brought their families with them. Many of them carried their few belongings, pots, pans, and some simple furniture on their backs, and walked towards the northwest, sweating.
Only the Little Tiger Team and a few other teams did not leave Yiling with Li Zicheng and the main force. At this time, they were all following Liu Zongmin, digging holes in the wilderness near the mountain village and burying large items of materials.
The wilderness was silent, a depressing scene of barren years and late winter. Liu Zongmin practiced hard and worked in the fields to dig holes. Before he fell into the grass, he was a blacksmith. He was born with supernatural power and dug the ground as fiercely as killing people. Li Laiheng stood on a small soil
Commander Liu went to the ground on the slope himself, so Li Laiheng naturally did not enjoy any privileges. He was just tired from working, so he rolled up his sleeves and took a rest on the slope.
"Wave the flag, work harder! Roll up your sleeves and work harder!"
Li Laiheng looked in the distance in the direction where the main force of the camp was retreating. In the night, a streak of yellow dust in the distance had gradually dispersed in the wilderness. He turned back, shouted a few words to Hao Yaoqi, and then walked into the crowd.
Among them, he joined the Little Tiger Team in their great cause of digging holes.
Hao Yaoqi is tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist. He wields a hoe with much greater strength than Li Laiheng. When the hoe falls, it will hit a pit. Although Li Laiheng studied martial arts with Liu Fangliang for a period of time, his foundation is not solid, and although his natural physique is considered
He is strong and strong, but he is far from comparable to weird people with supernatural powers like Liu Zongmin and Hao Yaoqi.
"Hey, team leader, you are so weak. We have to work hard!" Hao Yaoqi was digging a hole, but still had the energy to smile playfully, and teased Li Laiheng, "But what you said,
Roll up your sleeves and come on!"
Li Laiheng was not as strong as Hao Yaoqi. He had used up all his strength to dig the soil and dig holes, but he really had no time to argue with Hao Yaoqi. The holes they dug would have to be filled up again later. Li Laiheng hated digging holes.
People who don’t fill the holes, so the holes must be filled. If you dig the holes but don’t fill them, there is no such thing.
In addition to the Little Tiger Squadron, other officers and soldiers were also busy. Gao Yigong and Bai Wang were both very organizational people. Although Gao Yigong was young, he had rich battlefield experience and was better at learning and accumulating than Li Shuangxi.
; Bai Wang's organizational skills are almost as good as Li Laiheng's, who has the bonus of modern management. Bai Wang is now in charge of directing this "hole digging activity".
Bai Wang divided those who dug the soil, those who carried the soil, and those who carried the grain and supplies into many small teams. He and Xin Sizhong, another deputy general under Liu Zongmin, stood in front of the small slope to direct the project and arrange everything
Xin Sizhong is from Yulin and an old brother from Shaanxi. His nickname is "Tiger Flame Spot". This nickname matches Li Laiheng's "Breasted Tiger" very well.
In the darkness of night, a few torches illuminated the wilderness as brightly as day. Countless soldiers were running through it, carrying hoes to dig soil, or carrying loads of sand and gravel on their shoulders. Looking around, it was still winter.
Central China was originally a wilderness with a chilling atmosphere of depression, but the soldiers of the Little Tigers had turned into a hornet's nest.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
Li Laiheng kept moving his hands and shouted loudly. Bai Wang and Xin Sizhong soon followed him into the fields to work. Everyone was seizing the time and could not allow any rest.
Liu Zongmin put his hoe on the ground, wiped off a few handfuls of sweat, and suddenly burst out laughing when he saw everyone working so enthusiastically.
"Haha, I feel like we guys are back to the days when we were farming in our hometown in northern Shaanxi ten years ago!"
Gao Yigong also laughed twice, "Uncle Jiexuan, if the imperial court hadn't forced us to survive, we should still be farming."
Gao Yigong's words caused laughter among many soldiers. Many of them laughed and said while working, "The senior management team is right, we should be farming", "Emperor Chongzhen did not let me do this"
Farmers, I have no choice but to come and kill the heads of the officers and soldiers." There was an even more joyful atmosphere on the construction site, and this atmosphere also infected Li Laiheng, giving him a more optimistic hope for the prospect of the war.
"That old man is right. If the imperial court hadn't ruined our Ming Dynasty's beautiful country into this state, why would we be so full that we have to do this rebellious work of beheading?"
"Yes, yes! I used to kill Mongolian Sao Dazi in Yansui, but he turned around and let the general seize his land and became his domestic slave. I killed Da Ming Dynasty for seven or eight years in vain.
Son! Just found out the origin of a domestic slave! Why?"
"It's all thanks to that Gou Juren. Who doesn't know that his ancestors were originally bandits from the White Lotus Cult who fled to Hetao. By robbing our good people's money, they bribed the yamen, created a clean background, and became Juren, but instead became famous in the countryside.
The king began to dominate. Three generations of my family served in the Qin army. My eldest father, fifth father, and eleventh father were all killed by the Mongolian Saodazi during the Ningxia War. As a result, my family's land was taken away by the Gou Ju people.
I have no chance of survival, and those idiots can't even hope for a good life!"
The resentment in everyone's hearts was gradually aroused, and a more civilized soldier also cursed bitterly: "Killing people and setting fire to gold belts, building bridges and paving roads without corpses! That's how this world is."
Li Laiheng shook his head. He failed miserably in breaking into the camp. At the most difficult time, there were only less than a thousand people left. He was surrounded by tens of thousands of officers and soldiers and lived in a remote place. Under such circumstances, he was unwilling to accept the imperial court's care and fled.
The soldiers who are unwilling to surrender must have an unforgettable grudge against this rotten world.
But Li Laiheng also thought that at the end of history, it was these people with unresolved hatred who stood for the last period of the three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty. When the world fell under the iron heel of the Manchus, when the well-dressed nobles regarded themselves as remnants
, engaged in the so-called "non-violent non-cooperation", which was actually a small scolding and big help. It was these people who had an incomprehensible hatred against the Ming court who stood up, and it was they who brought the banner of the Ming Dynasty to this great land of China.
On the ground, beat him until he was completely swallowed up by the fire of Maolu Mountain.
To what extent did the Manchus' atrocities reach such a level that these upright men could put aside their deep hatred and grievances and use their lives to defend that clear flag?
Amidst the shouting and cursing, a burst of singing suddenly came. It was the Northern Shaanxi Qin opera that was familiar to the soldiers who broke into the camp. Although the singing was not beautiful, the familiar local accent was still moving. The singing soldier's voice was a little hoarse.
, but it has a unique sense of vast artistic conception.
"Every family cries to the emperor,
Everyone cries to the emperor,
Parents and wives throw each other around!
You are also against,
I'm against it too,
Countless men and horses rolled around,
He went to the Jin Dynasty to make trouble in the Central Plains.
revenge,
Repay injustice with injustice.
Those who are in danger cannot escape,
Blood debts must be repaid with blood.
in the end,
A noble man is worse than a dog,
Fighting with each other and disturbing the Yanyan."
Liu Zongmin raised his head when he heard half of it. The murderous intention was boiling in his chest, but his face was laughing, full of the optimistic spirit of fighting against the sky. "Brothers, the sun is about to rise, and our work is almost done."
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"You Mr. Liu, you don't have any great skills... I can only do one thing, which is to rush out and kill the enemy on the opposite side. Look, the sun has risen, and it looks like a good weather! Look, today
It’s a good day to go into battle and follow you Mr. Liu, every day is a good day to fight! It’s a good day to win the war!”
Liu Zongmin threw the hoe on the ground. His voice was extremely loud and he roared loudly. Hundreds of people could clearly hear the curse in his mouth, "Brothers, it's time to get down to business. Pick up your swords and guns,
Follow me to fuck Yang Sichang’s mother!”
These hundreds of troops included Li Laiheng, Gao Yigong, Bai Wang, and Liu Zongmin's lieutenants Gu Kecheng and Xin Sizhong. Everyone threw their hoes to the ground and cursed angrily.
"Fuck his mother!"
The sound is like thunder and the momentum is like rainbow.