Chapter 398 Sir, do you look at the spirit like this?
Gyeonggi Province in September is as changeable as the yellow plum blossom sky.
In the dark night sky, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and heavy rain poured down.
The heavy rain covered everything, and apart from the thunder and thunder, there was the sound of rain all over the mountains and plains.
The sky and the earth were shrouded in darkness and thunder and lightning, and the surrounding fields were so vast that you couldn't see your fingers. The heavy rain caused the temperature to drop rapidly, making people feel extremely chilly.
There were not many homes in the village, and the dozen or so lonely houses looked weak and fragile under the blow of the storm, as if they would be blown down by the strong wind at any time.
There is a family of four living in a house.
The elder sister huddled under the quilt holding her younger brother who was frightened by the thunder and cried. The mother did not bother to comfort the two children not to be afraid, but anxiously used a bucket to catch the water leaking from the roof, otherwise it would not be long before everything in the house became damp.
The man was not idle. After setting up a bamboo ladder on the beam of the house, he climbed up carefully, holding in his hand a bundle of dry straw used for making fires at home.
It was really windy and rainy outside, and the man couldn't go out, so he could only make repairs inside the house and make do with it for the night.
After a while of hard work, the three holes in the roof were finally blocked with straw. The man breathed a sigh of relief and climbed down the ladder. The woman wiped her husband's wet body with a towel and complained about why he didn't hire someone to repair the house.
one time.
The man smiled and ignored his wife's complaints. After drying his face, he walked to the bed and took a closer look. Seeing that it was not wet from the rain, he couldn't help but feel relieved. He pinched his son's little face and told him no need.
I'm afraid, it's just thunder outside, not a monster coming to eat children.
"It's raining a lot. It looks like it's going to rain until tomorrow. When the weather clears, I'll go to the town and ask someone to do it." The man walked up to his wife and said softly.
The woman nodded, but asked worriedly: "How much will it cost?"
"It doesn't cost much money. I can repair it myself. It saves me a wage, mainly the cost of materials. No matter how cheap it is, it will cost dozens of yuan more."
While the man was talking, there was a sudden gust of wind, and the closed windows were blown open by the wind, and rain suddenly poured into the house.
The man quickly stepped forward to close the window, but when he reached out, he was stunned.
"What's wrong?"
The woman felt strange. She looked outside and saw nothing in the dark.
The man didn't speak, he was still stunned.
The woman was a little frightened. Could it be that her husband was seduced by a demon?
Just when I was panicking about whether I should cut off my husband's braid immediately, there was another flash of lightning in the dark night sky.
The moment the lightning flashed, the woman was stunned.
She saw that there were many people walking on the road leading to the capital at the entrance of the village.
"The Yin Soldiers' Aisle!"
The woman's face was so horrified that there was no color at all. When she was a child, she heard the old man say that the army used to fight in this area of the village, and many people died. Later, every time it was windy or rainy, the villagers would see an army crossing on the road at the entrance of the village.
The old people said it was the ghosts of dead soldiers marching.
The woman was frightened, her hands and feet felt cold, and her whole body was about to collapse.
But the man turned his head sharply, made a gesture not to scream, and then whispered: "It's not a Yin soldier, it's a living person!"
"A living person?"
The husband's words gave the woman a little courage, and she boldly approached her husband and looked outside. The surrounding area was still pitch black without electric light, and she could not see anything.
The couple just breathed calmly and looked straight into the distance.
When lightning flashed across the sky again, the couple saw the scene they had just seen. Countless soldiers were chasing each other from the entrance of the village towards the capital in the north!
"Listen, they seem to be singing!"
The man was sure that what was marching at the entrance of the village was not some evil soldiers, but an army of living people, because he heard singing.
The woman listened carefully, and sure enough, there was faint singing coming from the distance.
"What are you singing?"
Women don't listen carefully.
The man did not speak, but listened quietly. For a moment, his mouth opened slightly, and he said uncertainly: "It seems that the first is to repay the kindness of the king, the second is to rely on the commander to teach you, and the third is to march."
If you harass the people, all our money and wages will be the people's fat."
"Can officers and soldiers sing?"
The woman was confused. She had never seen an officer or soldier who could sing in her entire life.
The man shook his head, he was quite surprised.
Moreover, those officers and soldiers were still in white clothes and armor. I don’t know if they were from the Eight Banners or from the Green Camp.
I heard from people in the town that the Queen Mother seemed to have passed away. Maybe these officers and soldiers came to Beijing to mourn her?
So he said it to his wife casually.
"Don't look at it. What's so interesting about the officers and soldiers coming to Beijing to pay their respects?"
The woman pulled her husband away.
The man wanted to watch for a while longer, but he couldn't resist his wife, so he had to close the window and go to bed to entertain his children. But he always felt strange in his heart. He didn't understand why the officers and soldiers had to march on a rainy day. Even if they were in a hurry to go to Beijing to mourn, could they?
Can't wait until the rain stops before setting off?
On the official road in the distance, it was Chang Weijun of Zhili Green Camp who was heading to Beijing in the rain to pay his respects.
What the bannermen soldiers sang in the wind and rain was their military song "Master Jia's Military Training Song".
"Tell the brothers, Mr. Jia said that he is letting the brothers come to Beijing this time to support his old man. As long as they can reach Fengtai after dawn, each of them will be rewarded with ten taels!"
Deb wiped the sweat from his forehead and tightened the loose white strip of loyalty tied around his forehead.
The infantry commanded the Yamen, and Jia Liu was about to set off to Fengtai to meet the Chang Wei army he had built, but was blocked by the old rich man.
After hearing the old rich man's nonsense about the emperor really being a Han, about the Queen Mother being haunted by the emperor, about the emperor sending troops to the capital to kill the clan, and about the soldiers being sent in white clothes and armor to pay tribute to Chongzhen, Jia Liu
It was just crazy fun.
"No way, it's absolutely not possible!"
Facing the possessed old man, Jia Liu felt that he could not wake him up, but the other man said that he was sent by the fourth devil to command the infantry in the Yamen just to cooperate with the soldiers from outside to massacre the clan. This was simply intolerable.
When did he, the Sixth Japs, become Aixinjueluo's nemesis and become the thugs of the Fourth Japs?
Hao Liuzi's repeated denials and righteous words made the old man shake his reasoning a little, thinking that he might have thought too much. Finally, he asked uneasily: "The emperor really didn't ask you to lead troops to kill the clan?"
"My good brother, what do you want me to say before you believe me? Do you want me to swear to God!"
Jia Liu is so miserable. The attitude of the old rich man is really distressing.
But the truth is the truth, he can't tell lies to deceive the rich man.
The fourth devil really didn't let him do anything else. As a human being, you have to be conscientious!
"Then what are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to Fengtai."
"What are you going to Fengtai for?"
"Do nothing."
"Is it?"
The old rich man looked at Jia Liu, who was fully armored, with a suspicious look on his face.
Seeing this, Jia Liu knew that the old rich man was having wild thoughts again, so he quickly explained: "Brother, as a general, I am ordered to lead the green camp horse infantry of the capital, so it is normal to wear armor, right?"
"Sir, knife!"
Fan Wei handed over the Bilong sword.
Jia Liu took it and put it on his waist, and said casually: "As I said before, brother, as a general, how can I live without a sword?"
But the old man suddenly became excited and grabbed Jia Liu by the collar: "Tell me, what on earth are you doing in Fengtai!"
"I"
Jia Liu knew that this matter was a bit confusing at the moment, so he had no choice but to say that he was going to pick up Chang Wei's army, which was the army he originally built when he suppressed bandits in Linqing.
"But things are definitely not what eldest brother thinks. I, Chang Wei, have a thousand men in the army. I am afraid that I will not be able to suppress the guys from the Green Camp in the capital, so"
No matter how Jia Liu explained it, the old rich man just didn't believe it.
Jia Liu didn't dare to let the old rich man leave like this, because if he left, the problem would become more serious immediately, and Chang Weijun might come to pay filial piety to Chongzhen.
I had no choice but to ask someone to fetch a horse for the old man and take him to Fengtai to take a look at it.
Hearing is false, seeing is true.
What a joke, what about white clothes and white armor, about wearing filial piety for Chongzhen? These are rumors that only anyone can think of.
So damn vulgar.
The same goes for the old rich guy. He is a minister after all, but he is like an ignorant village woman who believes everything he says.
When did the quality of officials in our Qing Dynasty become so low?
The heavy rain that fell at night has stopped, and the air is refreshing after leaving the city.
Fengtai is not far away. Previously, Jia Liu always thought that there really was a Fengtai camp there, but later he found out that there wasn't one at all.
There is a garrison in Fengtai, but there are only one hundred and eighty flood troops from the Green Battalion.
Likewise, Xishan Camp does not exist.
There is a Jianrui camp in Xishan, but it has been a disaster for him. Now I am afraid that only a left-behind headquarters is left.
Not to mention, the old rich man had served as a governor and governor, and now he was a court official. He really had a lot of skills. Although his body was a little rich, his horsemanship was not inferior to Jia Liu's.
Soon, everyone arrived in Fengtai.
However, the moment he saw Chang Weijun, Jia Liu took a breath of air on his horse.
The old rich man next to him also changed his expression.
"Master Jia is here!"
"Master Jia is here!"
The unsuspecting soldiers shouted on horseback.
Immediately, a thousand soldiers of the Chang Wei Army, led by Deb, who arrived in the rain, all knelt on one knee and shouted in unison: "See you, sir!"
In front of the military formation, the white flag of Changwei was flying.
In the military formation, the spearmen, archers, spearmen, as well as the cavalry, the soldiers were all wearing armor and white cloth, and their foreheads were all tied with a half-hand-wide white cloth strip with a big word "loyalty" on it.
Looking at Chang Weijun in white clothes, white armor and white flags, Jia Liu finally understood the groundless truth.
There was also a "swish" in my heart, and a cold breath hit my throat.
It's like a dream.
"Guiziliu, you, you, you!"
Fuller's heart felt cold, and his hands were shaking violently.
He didn't expect that Hao Liuzi would betray the organization!
He said that he would be loyal to the Qing Dynasty!
"Brother, things are not what you think,"
Jia Liu, who was confused and equally shocked, had no shame to look at the old rich man. He was so angry that he raised his whip and pointed at Deb: "Who told you to dress like this!"
"Sir, Director Yang said it looks good on your spirit."
Deb looked at the livid-faced adult next to him, and then at the adult next to him who looked obviously wrong.
Very energetic, what's wrong?
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The marching clip in this chapter is based on a clip from the author Dacheng's anti-Qing work "Han'ers Are Not Slaves".
If I copy someone else, it does not count as plagiarism.