One hundred and sixty-eighth chapter fugitive fugitives hope
After going through many hardships, Zhang Bang and the other escapees finally saw hope of survival.
At this time, for the hungry escapees, nothing is more important than a bowl of hot porridge, and they can feel the mixed flavors of finally being able to survive.
Half of the escapees fell on the road, and the survivors were exhausted and hungry.
"It's not easy, it's too difficult!" Lao Yaotou kept shaking his head and sighing, while he simply bandaged and treated the injured and sick people.
As the second batch of landing personnel, Yao Xin was finally able to be with his grandfather. For the sake of his granddaughter, old Yao Tou also volunteered to stay and work ashore for another month.
"Eat slowly, don't burn it, the porridge is enough." Yao Xin touched Erya's head with pity and regret, and Yao Xin seemed to see his own shadow in this thin girl.
Erya, regardless of burning his mouth, held the wooden bowl and ate with big mouthfuls. Occasionally, he raised his head and looked at the people around him curiously and timidly with his big eyes.
"Brother." Uncle Zhang politely bowed his hand to Old Yao and said, "Are you also a soldier from Dongjiang Town?"
Old Boss Yao chuckled and said: "Look at me at such an old age, who wants to be a soldier? I am a commoner like you. It's just that if I know some herbal medicine, I can do some things with the army."
After a pause, he added: "Our army on Guanglu Island has penetrated the furthest into the land. You are also lucky. If it had been another day or two at night, I don't know how many more would have fallen!"
Uncle Zhang looked around at the villagers who were just eating porridge around the fire. His eyes were red and he sighed sadly.
"It will be fine from now on." Old Boss Yao patted Uncle Zhang's arm and comforted him: "It's not a serious illness. Take good care of yourself!"
Old Yao stood up, saw his granddaughter at a glance, and quickly reminded him: "Xin'er, we can't give her solid food. She's very hungry. She'll have to drink porridge for a few days."
Oh, Yao Xin took back his cake, which made Erya, who had stretched out her little hand eagerly, swallow hard.
Zhang Bang had already drank three large bowls in a row, and he was sweating on his forehead, so he slowed down. When he saw his wife feeding the child with rice soup, he couldn't help but feel guilty and even more ashamed, so he took the child to feed him and let his wife drink more.
Bowl of porridge.
The wife did not blame her husband, she pursed her lips and smiled, picked up the bowl and started eating.
The child drank the warm rice soup, opened his eyes and grinned.
It is the most carefree age, when you are full and you don’t make a fuss. Looking at the child’s little face, your arms and eyes feel sore, and your heart feels blocked.
Han Zhong watched the escapees gorge themselves on food and drink, and couldn't help but sigh to himself. A few months ago, he was the same as them.
Well, maybe not as good as them. They escaped through hardships and hardships, but they themselves were captured.
"Mom, where is daddy?" A little girl of three or four years old was lying in her mother's arms, drinking the porridge she was fed by the spoonful. She finally had some strength and asked.
The young woman was yellow and thin, and her eyes were surprisingly large. She didn't answer her daughter's words, but she couldn't help but shed tears.
Han Zhong felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he didn't turn away and walked away slowly. After a while, he came back with a cotton coat and an animal skin and placed them at the feet of his mother and daughter.
The woman looked at the official with gratitude and saluted her repeatedly to express her gratitude. Han Zhong just waved his hand, turned around and left without even bothering to say anything.
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Guanglu Island.
There were two large ships docked at the pier, dragging their families with them. People in large and small packages walked across the gangplank and set foot on the island with confusion and anxiety.
The movements of Pidao Headquarters are really fast!
Guo Dajing murmured in his heart that this was something he had found, and he must do it well. Otherwise, it would be better to be an ostrich, bury his head and act like he didn't see it, and ignore it.
Hundreds of soldiers who were temporarily transferred to push carts or carry poles, under the watchful eyes of the chief officers, all of them became loving the people like sons and willing to help others.
Liu Qishi helplessly shrugged his shoulders, grinned and shook his head, and said to Guo Dajing: "General Guo, this is a bit much, isn't it?"
Guo Dajing chuckled and said, "Don't worry, brother, I will be able to hold on even if thousands more people come."
Liu Qishi smiled bitterly. He was a brother who had the wealth of his old master. He was so stubborn that it was admirable. He didn't know where he got his confidence.
"Next year when fighting in Jinzhou, Guanglu Island will have at least 4,000 troops." Guo Dajing pointed at the people walking towards the new village and said, "If you have enough food for a month, you can select hundreds of soldiers of sufficient standard."
Liu Qishi nodded and said: "That's true. I also know that there are talents and soldiers, but how to feed them is really worrying! But since you have a way, I won't be nagging anymore and just concentrate on training the troops.
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Guo Dajing nodded and said: "The cavalry will be the main force in the future, and these well-trained people will be the seeds and backbone."
The two talked for a while before returning to the military camp and went about their work.
Guo Dajing counted the time and wrote a letter, planning to send someone to Lushun Fort with a hundred light and heavy muskets to start training musketeers for Li Weiluan.
Even if there are 4,000 or even more soldiers on Guanglu Island next year, Guo Dajing will still be useful. The defense of Fort Lushun will mainly rely on Li Weiluan's troops.
Each island now has a lot of crossbowmen, some of which are heavy crossbows. But in terms of overall lethality, they are still weaker than muskets.
Especially when facing Jianlu's heavily armored soldiers, the power of the crossbow was even more intimidating.
Therefore, after having the supply of light and heavy muskets, Guo Dajing distributed many crossbows made by Guanglu Island to various islands to strengthen their equipment level.
In the letter, Guo Dajing also reminded Li Weiluan that rainy days have a great impact on muskets, and hoped that he would build simple rain shelters on the positions and city walls.
With the rain shelter, not only the firing of muskets is unimpeded, but the artillery is also unaffected and can better attack the rebels.
Moreover, the rain shelter can be made into a roof-covering fortification, and it also has a very good protective effect on the projectiles of bows and arrows.
Paying attention to firearms was a characteristic of Guo Dajing's thinking, and he tried to make plans based on this as much as possible.
The Ming army also had a large number of firearms, artillery, blunderbuss, three-eyed guns, etc., and even some black technology such as fire dragons releasing water.
However, when fighting the Jianlu, the Ming army, which was equipped with a large number of firearms, did not achieve any results, and it did not make the Jianlu fear the power of firearms.
Facing the Ming army's firearms, Jianlu not only figured out how to deal with them, but also defeated the Ming army repeatedly.
The artillery is bulky and fires slowly; the cannon has a small caliber and pursues long range but ignores armor-piercing lethality; the three-eye is an obsolete fire portal gun with poor performance. The Ming army still equipped it in large quantities, which is nonsense.
Putting aside the shortcomings of Ming army firearms, tactical play is the key. If used incorrectly, no matter how good the weapon is, it will not be able to exert its power.
Guo Dajing wanted to use firearms to teach Jianlu the most profound and bloody lesson, so that Jianlu would know that times have changed!
Before the letter was finished, Fujino Hide knocked on the door and came in with something sewn from cloth. Seeing that Guo Dajing was busy, he sat aside and waited.
Guo Dajing smiled and raised his head after finishing the letter, and asked: "Have you finished sewing the shoulder pads?"
Well! Fujino Hide stood up and came over, put the things in his hands on the table, and said, "Take a look, does it look right?"
Guo Dajing picked it up and looked at it. He was not sure, so he stood up and put the belt on his body.
Fujino Hide chuckled and reached out to help Guo Dajing put on the shoulder pads.
Heavy muskets are surprisingly powerful, relatively heavy, and have strong recoil. The solution for the Westerners was to select strong musketeers to use heavy muskets.
For the Dongjiang Army, or for the troops on Guanglu Island, it is not too difficult to select suitable musketeers.
But Guo Dajing had a way to lower the standard of musketeers as much as possible. Whether they are light musketeers or heavy musketeers, they can be used complementary to each other.
In other words, any soldier who has mastered the procedures of loading and shooting during musket training can fight with a musket.
To reduce the recoil, later generations had high technologies such as muzzle brakes; in this era, Guo Dajing could only use some simple means, such as thick shoulder pads to buffer the recoil.
Some changes have also been made to the butt of the gun, with a layer of cork or cotton pads nailed to the shoulder area.
Guo Dajing put on the shoulder pads, punched them hard twice, felt the cushioning effect, nodded with satisfaction, and praised: "Very good, I wear it just right."
"I made it according to your size." Fujino Hide said proudly, "Look at this stitch, how is it better than Axiu?"
Made by his own hands? Guo Dajing was stunned for a moment and said: "There are so many women under you, why do you have to work so hard?"
Fujino Hide shook his head and said: "It can be the same. It's not for others to make. You must keep it well. I have written down the shape and size. You don't need me if you make it in large quantities."
When mending or making clothes for men, it seems that only husbands enjoy this benefit.
Guo Dajing knew what Fujino Hide meant, smiled and touched her face and said: "Don't worry, this shoulder pad is for me only and not given to others."
Fujino Hide was very happy and gave Guo Dajing a hug, burying his face on the man's chest and rubbing and sniffing.
"Is my father coming back soon?" Fujino Hide said softly: "It's been more than three months."
She knew that Guo Dajing couldn't tell the exact time, so maybe hearing his comfort would make her heart feel much more relaxed.
"Well, maybe she's on her way back!" Guo Dajing stroked the girl's hair and comforted her in a warm voice: "In the future, Mr. Fujino won't have to run around and be tired. I've already found a middleman."
Fujino Hide raised his head slightly, looked into Guo Dajing's eyes, and said: "Even if I don't work hard, I don't know when there will be no war and peace in the world."
Guo Dajing didn't know that even though he had great ambitions, he would be able to achieve his goal in ten or twenty years, or he would give up halfway.
The future is uncertain, the key is that he must live, and the important thing is to continue to move firmly towards the goal.
Guo Dajing did not answer. He slowly lowered his head and touched Fujinoying's lips lightly. Unexpectedly, she suddenly hugged his neck and pressed their lips together tightly.
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Wei Zhongxian, who once dominated the government and the public, was nine thousand years old. He hanged himself on the way to Fengyang, marking the official beginning of the liquidation of the eunuchs in Chongzhen.
Cui Chengxiu, Minister of the Ministry of War, hanged himself to death, but his body was still hunted. Then Wu Chunfu, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, Taichang Qing Ni Wenhuan, and Deputy Imperial Censor Li Kuilong, known as the Five Tigers of the Wei Party, were arrested and sentenced to death one by one.
As Chongzhen designated the eunuch party as a counter-insurgency, and appointed Han Xu, Li Biao, Qian Longxi and other Donglin Party bosses to take charge of the Wei party, the big reshuffle in the court was basically finalized.
The Eunuch Party lost power, and the Donglin Party made a comeback, ushering in the good period of "the people are upright and prosperous" as mentioned in history books.
Unfortunately, Chongzhen's wisdom and insight were obviously far less than that of Emperor Tianqi, who loved carpentry.
With his vigorous and resolute methods, he broke the balance between the civil servants and the eunuchs that had been established for more than 200 years in the Ming Dynasty, creating a situation where the Donglin Party dominated the world with one hand, and accelerated the demise of the Ming Dynasty.
In fact, the huge civil service force headed by the Donglin Party is not as good as the Eunuch Party.
Lao Wei was not a good person, but he still did some things that were beneficial to the country; as for the Donglin Party, it seemed that they only knew how to fight for power and profit, and served on behalf of the gentry and bureaucrats, accelerating the process of the common people rising up.
Han Xu, the leader of the Donglin Party, served as the chief minister of the cabinet as a bachelor, which also determined that it was only a matter of time before Yuan Chonghuan would rise again.
It's very simple. Han Xu was Yuan Chonghuan's mentor, and Yuan Chonghuan was one of the civil servants who claimed to know the military.
In addition, the governor of Liaodong, Wang Zhichen, successively abandoned Jinzhou, Xingshan, Tashan, and Youtun, which had aroused dissatisfaction in the court, and replacements were already planned.
History seems to be on its original track again, but Guo Dajing's efforts were not in vain.
At least in Liaodong, or in other words, many Liao people were able to survive because of him. And the losses of Jianlu were greater than in history.
Of course, real change, or in other words, leveraging the wheel of history, still requires accumulation and waiting for the fulcrum to explode.
The emperor did not care about the life and death of the soldiers and civilians in Dongjiang Town, and their food and salary were still cut off; the soldiers and civilians in Dongjiang Town also did not care about the changes in the court, and did not care about who was sitting on the dragon throne.
Murakami's rooster crows on time, waking up Zhang Bang who has come to live on the island.
In just a few days, Zhang Bang and his family felt the security and psychological relaxation they had not experienced for many years.
It doesn’t matter how well they eat, even if they are only half hungry and half full, as long as they can escape from the brutal rule of the Jianlu, this is still the hope they have had in their hearts for many years.
It can't be said that it's very warm in the cellar, and you can even see a faint white mist when you breathe out. But you can still have a good sleep with a straw mattress and a broken quilt.
Zhang Bang climbed up lightly and quickly covered his wife with the animal skin, fearing that she would lose the warmth.
The child slept soundly in his mother's arms, and the two girls slept soundly while curled up on one side, wrapping the tattered quilt of the bed tightly.
Zhang Bang put on his clothes and walked to the outer room, which was the kitchen. He pulled out the almost burnt charcoal from the stove pit, added some weeds to ignite it, and added a few pieces of firewood. The stove immediately became red.
Light up and radiate warmth.
He added water to the clay pot, added a few handfuls of grains, tore off two cabbage leaves, and added some salt. This was their family's breakfast.
Food on the island is rationed, and people are given food based on population, age, and two meals a day.
The army maintains a three-day meal system, and training continues without interruption. The workshops are also busy building equipment and accumulating ammunition for next year's war.