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Chapter 739 Yin Soldiers Aisle

In September, Jiangnan is as changeable as the yellow plum sky.

In the dark night sky, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

The heavy rain covered everything, and the thunder that exploded was the sound of the rain.

The sky, the earth, surrounded by night, lightning, and the fields are vast and cannot see your fingers. The heavy rain caused the temperature in the mountains to drop rapidly, making people feel extremely chill.

There are not many houses on the mountain, and a few lonely houses are blowing under the storm. Looking weak, it seems that they will be blown down by the strong wind at any time.

There was a family of four living in a room. The sister hugged her younger brother who was scared by the thunder and hugged in the quilt. The mother didn't bother to comfort her children. Instead, she was anxious to pick up the water leaking from the roof with the bucket. Otherwise, it would not take long before the room would be turbulent.

The man was not idle, so after putting a bamboo ladder on the beam of the house, he climbed up carefully, holding a bundle of dry straws used by the house to make fire. The wind and rain outside were too heavy, and the man could not go out, so he had to repair it inside the house and just one night.

After a while of busy work, the three thrusts on the roof were finally blocked with straw. The man breathed a sigh of relief and climbed down the ladder. While wiping her husband's wet body with a towel, the woman complained why he didn't ask someone to make up for the house.

The man smiled, and his wife's complaints were not heard. After drying his face, he walked to the bed and looked carefully. Seeing that it was not hit by the rain, he couldn't help but feel relieved and pinched his son's little face, telling him not to be afraid, it was just thunder outside, not Ma Lao who came to eat children. (Author's note: Ma Lao, a kind of ghost who ate children in the water)

"It's raining a lot, and it seems that it's going to fall until tomorrow. When the sky clears, I'll go down the mountain to the town and ask someone to do it." The man walked to his wife and said softly.

The woman nodded, but asked with some concern: "How much does it cost?"

"I can't get much money for the effort, so I can repair it myself. I can save a wage, mainly because of the material. No matter how cheap it is, it will cost dozens of cents."

The man was talking, suddenly there was a strong wind, and the closed window was blown open by the wind, and the rain suddenly hit the house. The man hurried forward to close the window, but when he reached out, he was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

The woman felt strange. She looked outside and was pitch black and nothing was left.

The man didn't say anything, but was still stunned.

The woman was a little scared. Could it be that her husband called the ghost and the soul?

When they were terrified, there was another flash of lightning in the dark night sky. At the moment when the lightning flashed, the woman was stunned.

She saw that there were many people walking on the path leading to Gaochun County at the foot of the mountain.

"Smurf's aisle!"

The woman's face was so scary that she didn't look bloody at all. When she was a child, she heard from the old man that there were troops fighting at the foot of the mountain before, and many people died. Later, every time it was windy and rainy, people on the mountain would see an army aisle at the foot of the mountain. The old man said that it was the ghost of the dead soldiers marching, but they didn't know that they were dead and they were still fighting.

The woman was frightened and felt that her hands and feet were cold, and she was about to slim down. However, the man turned around suddenly, made an action that would not be shouted, and then whispered: "It's not a ghost soldier, but a living person!"

The words of her husband made the woman a little brave. She bravely approached her husband and looked out. The four fields without lightning were still dark and could not see anything.

The couple breathed in a breath and looked straight into the distance. When lightning flashed through the sky again, the couple saw the scene I just saw, countless soldiers were chasing each other and heading towards the east from the path at the foot of the mountain!

"It's not the Yin soldiers, it's the living people. Listen, they're singing."

The man was sure that it was not a ghost soldier who was marching down the mountain, but an army of living people, because he heard the singing.

The woman listened with her ears, and sure enough, there was a faint singing voice coming from the foot of the mountain.

"What are you singing?" The woman couldn't listen carefully.

The man did not speak, but listened quietly. For a moment, his mouth opened slightly and said uncertainly: "It seems like something is moving forward, our team is facing the sun or something?"

"Why are they still rushing to the road with such heavy rain? Are they the Qing soldiers?"

A woman is no longer afraid. Being afraid of ghosts does not mean that she is too brave, because there are no timid women who can live on this short mountain.

The man shook his head. He only knew that it was a living army, but he didn't know what army it was.

"Sleep, stop looking, what's the best thing about the army passing by?"

When the woman recovered from calmness, she felt that there was nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be strange about. The man wanted to look at it for a while, but he couldn't resist his wife and had to close the window and go to bed to tease his children. But he always felt very strange. He didn't understand why the army at the foot of the mountain was going to march on this stormy day. Can't they wait until the rain stopped before coming out?

The mountain road is wet and rugged, and you will fall down with just one foot. Although this area is just a hilly and low mountain, even if it falls, it will not kill anyone. However, on the dark night, there is a storm and rain. It is difficult to fall down, and it is even more impossible to climb up. Therefore, no one dares to be careless. All the Anjun envoys and officers were dispersed to the middle of the team. They tied the exhausted soldiers to their bodies with ropes and used the last bit of physical strength to pull them forward together.

The Taiping Army, who had been marching urgently for six days, has maintained a marching 80 miles a day. Every moment, everyone is moving forward quickly, and no one can move slowly. Most people's physical strength has been overdrawn to their limits. On this heavy rainy night, if they fall, maybe they will never get up again.

Sharing life and death!

Zhou Shixiang was also in this team. As the commander, he did not stay behind, did not ride a horse, nor did he support him. Instead, he always advanced and retreated with his subordinates.

When you are thirsty, open your mouth to drink rainwater; when you are hungry, grab the raw rice you carry on your body and run and chew while in the rainwater.

Advancing eastward is a decision to break the axe and sink the boat!

Zhou Shixiang was betting that the Qing army betting on Nanjing could not have imagined that the Taiping army would advance to Nanjing.

If the bet is won, the Southeast will change color.

The wind was howling and lightning was thunder and lightning. On this night, no one would have thought that such an army was moving forward urgently towards Nanjing.

After another thunder, Zhou Shixiang opened his voice and sang the loudest song of this era in the face of the storm:

“Forward forward forward forward!

Our team is facing the sun,

Stepping on the earth of China,

Carrying the hope of the nation,

We are an invincible force.

We are the sons of the Han family, and we are the swords of revenge.

From fearless,

Never surrender,

Fight bravely,
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