In Wushan late at night, the wind is bone-chilling, making people's hands and feet feel cold. At the same time, their hearts feel as if they have been frozen, and they will tremble from time to time.

The valley amplified the sound of the wind, which sounded like a trumpet.

No one could have imagined that in such bad weather, a team would support the elderly and the young and march arduously toward the east in the cold wind.

Wang Wu was still walking at the front of the team.

Although both the Shaanxi Qing army and the rebels who attacked Laomukong were defeated by him, Ma Changyuan had said that there were Huguang Qing troops on the other side of Huangcaoping, so no one could guarantee whether they would encounter Huguang Qing troops on the road.

So we prepared for the worst.

Fighting with one's life, the only solution is death.

There were originally more than 2,000 people in the team now.

Wang Wu took in hundreds more people on the way.

In addition to the people nearby who were hiding from the Qing army's raids, there were some scattered remnants of the Ming army.

These remnant soldiers, like Wang Wu, were determined to sacrifice themselves and would rather persist in guerrilla warfare in the mountains than surrender to the Ming army.

The largest group was led by Commander Pang Si, with 75 people.

Pang Si was originally subordinate to the commander-in-chief Wang Jiayu, but Wang Jiayu was so greedy for life that he defected during the battle, causing the Ming army to collapse.

Furious, Pang Si was forced to follow Wang Jiayu to the Qing camp, so he left the team and sneaked into the mountains.

It took more than a month to dive.

During this period, there were battles with the Qing troops who were sweeping caves. The original team of more than 200 people ended up with about 70 people left.

At first, Pang Si and the others could get some food from the people, but as the scale of the Qing army's raids expanded, it became difficult for them to get food from the people.

They were forced to hide in the mountains. They were all so hungry that they had no strength to walk, and their faces looked swollen. However, they still persisted without even having the intention to surrender, which greatly admired Wang Wu.

After taking in Pang Si and others and providing food, Wang Wu had a brief conversation with the boss.

The careless Wang Wu asked Pang Si whether he would have starved to death in the mountains if he hadn't met them.

Pang Si was silent for a long time and then said: "I still have some strength to give myself a good time."

This answer made Wang Wu also fall silent.

He did not ask Pang Si why they persisted.

Because in this world, he and Wang Wu are not obsessed with righteousness!

Loyal ministers and righteous men who have touched countless descendants and become famous throughout the ages never appear out of thin air.

It may seem like foolish loyalty, but in fact it is the reason why this nation has been able to stand for thousands of years, and has been constantly destroyed and restored.

But if you really want to ask what this righteousness is, one hundred people will have one hundred answers.

The mainstream one is naturally the debate between Yi and Xia.

But this is the righteousness of scholars.

It is also upright for a loyal minister not to serve the two masters.

This is the righteousness of being an official.

What is the righteousness of ordinary people?

Probably it’s the obsession with clothes.

If it weren't for the hair-cutting order, Wang Wu feels that the Qing government should have successfully unified China more than ten years ago.

Clothing is the righteousness that ordinary people who have participated in the resistance against the Qing Dynasty for more than ten years have persisted in!

Some people give in and some people don't.

The Ming army marching eastward arduously in the cold wind was unwilling to give in.

However, Wang Wu couldn't hold it any longer.

It wasn't that Kang Qing's will had wavered, but that he hadn't slept for two consecutive days, which made his eyelids heavy and his head heavy with every step he took.

I really want to fall down and sleep directly.

It doesn't matter if it's cold or not.

Even if I can never open my eyes again.

But every time he thought about burying his head in sleep, there was always another voice telling him that he must move forward.

Because he, Wang Wu, is not alone now.

But three thousand people!

In order to drive away the sleepyheads and to be responsible for the team following him, Wang Wu wiped his face and neck with unmelted snow water countless times.

Just to make myself sober.

More and more soldiers are imitating Wang Wu and forcing themselves to wake up.

They are all human beings, not made of iron!

But even so, the team's progress continued to slow down.

Some people even fainted due to lack of physical strength.

If this continues, stragglers will appear.

Looking at the dark night sky in front of him, he stuffed a piece of snow directly down his neck. After his body trembled violently, Wang Wu suddenly shouted to the order soldiers who had been following him: "Send the order, sing with me!"

"Send the order and sing with the general!"

Voice after voice continued to pass from front to back of the team.

"Mom, what does the general want us to sing?"

Among the group of women and children who were protected in the middle of the team, a little girl tied behind her back by her mother looked curiously at the soldiers who were delivering orders not far away.

The young mother didn't know what the soldiers wanted them to sing. She just stretched out her hand and pulled the cloth tied around her daughter's waist. After confirming that there was no problem, she felt relieved and lifted up her little son who was sleeping soundly on her back.

Mentioned.

The little guy is obviously in sleep.

I don't know whether I was dreaming about candied haws or a big fat fat meat, but there was a lot of drool on my little pouty mouth.

Sing?

What to sing?

The same question also arose in the minds of the soldiers of the Ming army who were marching eastward with difficulty, and everyone looked towards the front of the team.

Not long after, loud singing came from the front.

"Don't beat the drums, don't beat the gongs, just listen to me singing this song of killing captives!"

The messengers with various accents continued to deliver Wang Wu's singing to the rear.

"Don't beat the drums, don't beat the gongs, just listen to me singing this song of killing captives!"

The singing also sounded one after another from east to west.

There are men and there are women.

There are old people and children.

"The current emperor is not a Han Chinese, but a manchu demon old hozen."

"Wearing a real dog hat with red cherry blossoms, and hanging pearls on the top like a rat sheath."

"Garrisoning Qingyao is even more rogue. There is no need to plow the fields and grow vegetables."

"Brother, you are from the Han family. If you don't kill your enemy, you are not brave."

"With ninety-nine steel swords in hand, kill all the Hulu before we stop!"

"..."

Sonorous and powerful lyrics sounded over the team one after another.

The birds in the forest fled and the small animals were frightened.

The singing became louder and louder.

It’s like Wushan is singing in the middle of the night!

Birds and beasts were emptied out for miles around.

"What are they singing?"

Dusi Qikui, who was ordered by Niu Wancheng to lead a group of people to quietly follow the Ming army, was startled by the singing coming from the front.

It was a bit far away, so I couldn't hear clearly.

But that song contained a powerful force, a force that Qi Kui had never been afraid of.

The sentry officer Song En next to him asked doubtfully: "Sir, the Ming army is singing so loudly, are they not afraid of being exposed?"

"Exposed?"
To be continued...