In October 1854, on a river in Fogang, Zheng Abao, a 16-year-old local boy, was carrying a small sampan on a bamboo pole to transport rice. The river contacted several village books and Fogang Hall. The boats on the river were scattered and lively. Zheng Abao was a blacksmith's son's book. His father was very skilled and had to make durable farm tools. He was naturally aware of many people in the surrounding villages, so this young man walked between the big and small boats coming and going like a small boat, while smiling and greeting the people he knew.

"Abao, what is your brother Shaoting doing in Haijing? I haven't seen him for a long time." An old man squatted on the bow of the boat, raised his hat on his head, and asked the young man passing by with a smile.

"Uncle Qin, my brother asked someone to send a message a few days ago, and he is working as an apprentice." Zheng Abao said with a smile.

"Fortunately, I thought your brother was in the army to fight." Old Man Qin smiled and said, "As soon as your brother left, we will lose another good blacksmith. Your dad is too busy."

"Isn't this mine?" Zheng Abao said dissatisfied. It was obvious that he was despised by this old man.

At this moment, someone pointed to a boat in the south and shouted: "Look! Foreigners!"

Zheng Abao immediately turned his head and looked over there. He saw a flat-bottomed boat pulling sails against the current. There was a blue-bottomed ocean cross flag floating high above. Under the long-haired flag, there was another strange flag hanging, a flag with three red vertical paths on it, and a few foreigners in high-capped blue clothes stood on the bow.

"Long-haired official ship, go away." Seeing the boatmen, the boatmen shouted. The boats on the river were tactful and leaning towards both sides of the river, leaving the central waterway. Whether it was the Qing Dynasty or the long-term hairy, the people didn't care. They just knew that they were all rulers and officials. The people who were long-influenced by the Qing Dynasty civilization adhered to the principle of respecting officials and rather than fighting with officials, and maintained awe of officials on the waterway.

Zheng Abao's small sampan and several cargo ships carrying sand, the black-sailed boat carrying passengers squeezed into the reeds. The boy looked at the long-haired official boat getting closer and closer, and said disdainfully: "What are foreigners wearing? Can they stretch their legs? Like monsters. Changhai is the same group as them. Qing Yao is a bastard, but are they going so close to the monsters when they are against the Qing and Fu Ming?"

"It's better to grow hair," Old Man Qin on the boat next to him was still squatting on the bow of the boat, smoking a dry tobacco: "At least, it's fair to collect food. It's not as good as the silly servants in the yamen before, and it's too bad to clear the demons."

(Note: When collecting rent in the Qing Dynasty, the manchus often kicked the measuring tools hard. The food fell off the land was considered to be depleted and was embezzled by the local book. Therefore, in addition to tying up miscellaneous taxes, farmers also had to pay more extra grain. In the case of Yang Naiwu and Xiaobaicai, why Yang Naiwu was messed up because he often asked the tenants to give him the rented food, and he helped him pay it because he was a juren, and the government did not dare to mess around. Therefore, the income of some book books was reduced, and the government offended the government, and eventually the family was destroyed.)

At this time, a sharp-eyed boatman next to him shouted: "What kind of foreigners are you? God, they are all Chinese!"

Suddenly everyone looked at the boat with their toes. Even Old Man Qin stood up and set up a pergola with presbyopia.

Sure enough, the monsters in costume standing on the bow of the boat were not foreigners at all, but serious Chinese people.

After putting down his hand, Zheng Abao gasped and said, "Why do Chinese people wear such...so...so...so... clothes? It's not embarrassing."

At this time, a foreign guest dressed as a merchant came out of the cabin of the black-sailed ship. He carried a cigarette gun in his hand, his eyes were hazy, and he was obviously interrupted by the screams outside when he was satisfied. However, when he was yawning and dissatisfied, he suddenly opened his eyes widened when he saw the ship and the two flags.

Immediately, the foreign guest pointed to the boat in the shock of a group of locals around him and shouted: "Ha! The Swordsman Sharp Spears of the Great Song Dynasty! The Emperor's Imperial Guard!"

Then he held the black-sailed boat with one hand and jumped to the boat and waved to the boat, shouting: "Invincible Hu clothing and cavalry shooting! Invincible Crusader! Long live the Invincible Your Majesty!"

"What's wrong? What's going on with those Chinese? You came from Guangzhou. Tell me." Suddenly, a group of local farmers surrounded this obviously knowledgeable businessman.

"Don't you read the "Dibao"?" The merchant obviously asked a group of illiterate questions with pride: "They are elites of Emperor Zhao, all of whom are foreign military uniforms and foreign guns and cannons. Now they sweep Hunan and Jiangxi Qing Yao in Jiangxi, and win five battles and are about to fight Nanchang!"

"Elite? Is it the Eight Banners?" asked a boatman.

"Yes! That's right! It's equivalent to the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty! But it's much more powerful than them. The Qing Dynasty was about to perish. Either Tianjing destroyed them or our Haijing destroyed them." The merchant said proudly.

"Well, I heard that, a guy from Hunan came to smuggle opium in the past, told me that Emperor Haijing had a magic trick. When the two armies were fighting, their Hunan soldiers could not move when they heard the music of foreigners here. As a result, the Crusaders lined up and slowly killed people, and all the Hunan soldiers were killed." Another boatman interrupted.

"The foreign sect is so awesome?" Old Man Qin shouted, and then discussed: "The foreign Taoist priest who came to our village a few months ago will also be cured. I don't know if my cold legs can be cured?"

"You mean that guy Tom? No wonder it's evil." The group of people shouted immediately.

"A few days ago, wasn't it that Tom's teaching in your village who was hit by a stone at night? Do you know who it is?" a middle-aged boatman whispered.

Suddenly, a group of people's eyes focused on the small sampan in front, looking at the official boat Zheng Abao--there is no secret in the village secretary. Everyone knew that it was the young people who were working on the land. The young people fought against the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty, but they also hated foreign religions.

Zheng Abao was staring blankly at the big ship in front of him. He looked at the officer with a feather in the hat at the top of the line, and suddenly shouted: "Aqiang! Aqiang! Aqiang is you!"

"A Qiang? Do you know the people on the boat?" A group of villagers immediately surrounded him.

Zheng Abao pointed at the big ship passing by and pointed at him in disbelief with his trembling fingers: "Isn't the one in front of him Chen Baoqiang from Li Village? That Hakka who is very powerful in fighting... I called him just now, and he turned his head to look at me!"

"Chen Baoqiang, Li Village?" At the same time, a group of people tried their best to see the Chinese dressed on the boat that was passing by, but the bow of the boat was blocked by canvas, so where could they be seen?

"I'll go and have a look!" Zheng Abao suddenly supported the bamboo pole, and the boat rushed out with a whizz, biting the stern of the big ship.

"A Qiang? Who is calling my name?" The screams from the boat pulled Chen Baoqiang, the training officer with a blurred eyes, back to reality from his memories.

From entering this river that connects his home, Chen Baoqiang's feelings cannot be suppressed. He stood at the bow of the boat, everything in his eyes was so familiar and warm.

The familiar wet river wind rushes towards him, and he remembers the situation of catching fish with a group of bare-ass buddies in the river. He even knows whether the river surface the boat has run over is mud or stone;

When he saw the boats shuttled into the river, he knew what these boats were for at a glance, and even knew who the boat belonged to at a glance. He smoked smoked smoke and said what catchphrase when gambling, his wife at home was fierce or not;

"I'm back home! I'm back home!" Chen Baoqiang murmured to himself. The gratitude and vanity of returning home in glory after going through thousands of difficulties made him choke after bursts of sobs.

Not long ago, Zhao Kuo issued an order to recall elite officers, ordering the recall of a group of grassroots officers with rich combat experience to Haijing. He acted as the backbone of the newly trained foreign gun team, and the name of Chen Baoqiang, the company commander of the Grenadier Company of Tianzi Battalion, was on the list.

This young farmer is really lucky. He belonged to the elite grenadier company of Zhuang Lizhong camp. He followed this young battalion commander who claimed to be the first to win. Chen Baoqiang, who was in the front, shot and killed Qing Yao soldiers and stewards, held a bayonet and stepped on the camp and city walls, and ambushed the Qing army ration convoy. Because he participated in the training of the "earth gun team" of the Sun and Moon Army, he had some experience in training the new army. This constant meritorious service and military experience made him qualified to become the trainee battalion commander of the Xinyang Gun Team.

After returning to Haijing from the Jiangxi front line, he was so homesick that he applied to go home to visit his relatives, and the boss approved a few days of leave.

But when changing the boat at the ferry, officer Chen Baoqiang met a small military salute team. They were ordered to escort the bodies of three soldiers back to the countryside for funeral.

The place where he passed happened to be his hometown, and there were three dead soldiers. Chen Baoqiang knew one: three coffins. One was Zhang Ergou, an ordinary infantryman from Tianzi Camp of the Foreign Gun Team, and a native of Shaozhou Prefecture, Guangdong. He was shot and killed by the Qing Dynasty in the queue. One was Zhang Liang, a fellow soldier from the Sun and Moon Army in Jiangxi, and was from Li Village, Fogang, Guangdong. He died of illness and illness. The other was Li Yanyu, a soldier from the Sun and Moon Army, and a native of Yingde, Shaozhou, Guangdong. As a rattan soldier, he died of hand-to-hand combat with the Qing Dynasty defenders.

Chen Baoqiang knew Zhang Liang, a Hakka and a native. The two had participated in the local fighting as their main force, but no one expected to meet again. This way.

Every soldier in the Song Dynasty would be asked to fill out a form: If you die, where would you like to be buried, your hometown or Haijing?

Because there were a large number of soldiers from the Qing Dynasty, such as Guangxi, Hunan and Fujian, who were from the Qing Dynasty, who could not be buried in their hometown after their death, they could only be buried in Haijing. However, local soldiers in Guangdong had a choice. If they chose Haijing, they could give their family a tomb-sweeping fee of one tael of silver books every year. In order to give their family one tael of silver books, many soldiers chose to be buried in Haijing.

Now the three soldiers in front of Chen Baoqiang still asked Luo You to say, "Apart from you five live treasures, you know that you do it within a hundred miles."

No matter what my father thought, the spoiled Xiao Zheng still left a letter and climbed the wall to join the army in Fogang Town at night.

Of course, under the strict conditions of almost one out of ten, he was beaten.

But the young man didn't plan to go home. He was furious and went directly to Haijing to find his elder brother.

But Haijing's entry into the army was even more terrifying. Fogang had at least 100 places at that time, while Haijing had only 20!

Zheng Abao had no choice but to give up and go to join his elder brother.

And his elder brother is just an apprentice - a temporary worker at the Great Song Dynasty Arsenal Bureau.

With the strong recommendation of his elder brother Zheng Shaoting, Zheng Abao finally entered the Song Dynasty Arsenal Bureau and became a temporary worker. He slept with his brother in the dormitory of a pig house in a small house of 16 workers. He worked for one hour a day and had to endure the whipping of the foreman and foreign technicians. He only earned 1 ounce of silver books every day.

But this young man always dreamed of joining the Crusader. Although even his elder brother, who was calm and speechless, often poured cold water on him, his ambition remained unchanged. In this Zhoushan victory, the Song Dynasty sent troops to bombard Zhoushan, the Qing Dynasty for 17 sailors and rescued him. Zheng Abao was so excited that he didn't sleep all night and insisted that his elder brother accompany him to ask for leave to check in.

But it was too difficult to ask for leave in the factory. Foreman Zhang, who was like a snake, could recognize all false lazy things. The smart elder brother thought of a few Dharma books for his younger brother, and finally concealed it from Foreman Zhang and got a fake note.

However, as soon as the two brothers came back, they were spotted by Foreman Zhang.
Chapter completed!