Fang Jiuzhen didn't say anything shocking. When he saw everyone's surprised expressions, he added: "Later I found out that Zhang Dakui is a person with a great background. He studied under Master Lingzhi of Tiantai Mountain and once worked as Jiangbei Hong.
The mighty general of the Red Scarf Army, he is worshiped as the Privy Council Envoy. Among the Red Scarf Army in Jiangbei, he can be said to be one person inferior to ten thousand people."
Before everyone could close their open mouths, Fang Jiutian said again: "Later, the Red Scarf Army in the north of the Yangtze River was wiped out by our Dayuan Fourth Army. Zhang Dakui crossed the river to the south of the Yangtze River, and was won over by Zhu Yuanzhang to become the political envoy to the south of the Yangtze River. He is still
He is an extremely popular minister. Not only is this man unfathomable in martial arts, he is also vicious in his methods. In the past three years, he has investigated corrupt officials in Jiangnan, and even killed most of the people I, Dayuan, set up in Jiangnan. This man is very capable and scheming.
The depth is beyond our ability to speculate."
At this time, Sun Qian sighed and said, "If I hadn't seen the opportunity early and turned to Sun Pan incognito, I would have been dead."
Ao Dun saw that everyone was lifeless after listening to Fang Jiutian's words. Not only did he loudly say: "Put this Dakui aside first, the most important thing now is to wipe out all the Ming troops who will invade on the south slope." As he said, Ao Dun said
Dun immediately ordered his men to take the medicine and disperse to prepare. He also repeatedly warned that the cotton cloth should be soaked according to the method taught by Fang Jiutian.
After the subordinates who were doing things retreated, Ao Dun raised his glass and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, now that the invading enemy is under control, I will enjoy myself to the fullest."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Fang Jiutian said: "Wait a minute."
Ao Dun was stunned when he heard this, and then asked: "What else does Master Fang have to do?"
Fang Jiutian said coldly: "It's not enough to just overwhelm the Ming army. The general needs to send another five hundred soldiers to make up for the damage."
Ao Dun chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Fang. Most of my subordinates are from the martial arts world, so the business of poisoning and killing people is not out of the question." Having said this, Ao Dun still ordered a general beside him.
Take five hundred soldiers to the south slope to prepare.
After everything was arranged, people started drinking and laughing in the hall, and the sadness just now disappeared without a trace.
The autumn wind is bleak and the fallen leaves are flying.
Dakui sat alone under a locust tree not far from the farmhouse door, leaning against the tree trunk with his eyes closed and meditating.
It was already evening now, and the owner of the farmhouse had left with his family, presumably hiding not far away.
During this trip to Pingliang, Dakui only brought five thousand elite troops, and he had a plan in mind. The Art of War says: Know yourself and the enemy and you will be victorious in a hundred battles. The plan for now is to find the local people and find out the topography of Pingliang and the inside story of the Yuan soldiers.
Ordinary people are naturally afraid of trouble, but Da Kui knew that this family must be extraordinary. The two dead rabbits left in the courtyard were both hit in the neck by arrows. This alone revealed that the owner of the family must be a master of arrows.
Rabbits have extraordinary hearing and will panic and run away at any slightest movement. Being able to kill hares with bows and arrows is firstly because they are as light as a swallow, and secondly, they have superb archery skills. Being able to hit a rabbit's neck with an arrow is beyond the capabilities of ordinary hunters.
That’s it.
Da Kui ordered Yang Xiaohu to lead his troops back hundreds of steps and stand alone in front of the farmhouse, hoping that the owner of the family would come and talk to him. Who knew that no one would be seen in the evening.
Yang Xiaohu brought dry food and water bags over, and Da Kui took a few random bites.
Yang Xiaohu squatted beside him and chuckled: "As a general, my adoptive father is aggrieved to eat dry food and drink cold water. Why don't I roast the two rabbits in the yard and feed my adoptive father."
Dakui ate the dry food without saying anything. Yang Xiaohu stretched his neck and looked at the farmhouse. The door was not closed. There were clearly wine and food on the table indoors. Yang Xiaohu not only swallowed. "Father, there seems to be wine in that house."
ah."
Dakui remained silent and raised his head to take a sip of water.
When Yang Xiaohu saw that Da Kui was silent, he not only muttered: "The soldiers all said that if you use this farmer's pot and stove, even if you stew some wild vegetables and drink soup, it will be a hundred times better than this hard-boiled dry food."
Dakui finally said: "I will order that anyone who disturbs the people without permission will be killed, and anyone who breaks into people's houses without permission will be killed."
When Yang Xiaohu heard these two cuts, he immediately stuck out his tongue and did not dare to say another word. He found a big stone and sat down. The father and son sat like this, watching the bright moon rising in the east, the stars shining brightly, and then the rising sun.
The sky was high and the clouds were light. That night, except for two inspections to the place where the army was stationed, Yang Xiaohu never moved again.
"Father, how long do we have to wait?" Yang Xiaohu's double eyelids were fighting and he was extremely trapped.
Dakui said in a deep voice: "The fate of the front is uncertain, and the army cannot move forward. Just wait." Turning around and seeing Yang Xiaohu's tired face, Dakui not only said with concern: "If you are tired, take a nap for a while, people are coming.
I called you."
Yang Xiaohu said with a smile: "How can I sleep if my foster father doesn't rest? Why don't I take a nap first? I'm afraid my body will be exhausted if I stay up late like this."
Hearing this, Dakui was moved and said, "I'll wait here while you return to the army to rest. You can teach a few soldiers to hunt in the mountains, so that everyone can eat some meat."
When Yang Xiaohu heard this, he jumped up immediately, turned around and ran away with a promise, but there was still a hint of sleepiness. Da Kui looked at Yang Xiaohu's back and not only smiled slightly. This smile was filled with relief and joy.
A third of the bitterness.
His father, Yang Yonghuai, was so loyal and righteous that he and Yuan soldiers died in the battle of Yingzui. Now Yang Xiaohu is with him, fighting and suffering on the battlefield. Da Kui only feels that this is an arrangement from somewhere and cannot be resisted by human beings. Maybe this
This is what the master said back then: The great road is natural.
It was night again, and except for the wind blowing in the trees and the chirping of birds, animals and insects, there was no one around.
Da Kui felt tired, sleepy and hungry. Fortunately, Yang Xiaohu brought a roasted pork leg.
Dakui asked the soldiers to go hunting in the mountains to see if there were any traces of people in the mountains. As you can imagine, they found nothing. But the soldiers were lucky enough to encounter a group of wild boars. The wild boars would attack if they encountered strangers, but several
Hundreds of soldiers with guns and bows swarmed forward, throwing spears and arrows, and harvested five or six large wild boars.
Five thousand people were eating, and these five or six wild boars were not enough to eat. Yang Xiaohu was smart, so he first cut off a pig leg and roasted it, then ordered people to pick some wild vegetables, and stewed the pork and wild vegetables together in the army cauldron.
When eating, each person has a spoonful. If you don’t have a bowl, use your helmet to wash it and serve it. If you don’t have chopsticks, break off the branches. If you are impatient, you can grab it with your hands. Although it is just a meal, the officers and soldiers uniformly do not distinguish between each other, even if they are a little more miserable.
But it’s also enjoyable.
Dakui and Yang Xiaohu shared the pork, looking at the fence of the farmhouse with dull eyes. After finishing one pig leg, Dakui said: "You can stay in the army tonight, there is no need to come over to accompany me."
Yang Xiaohu chuckled and said: "The army set out on light horses. They only brought a dozen cooking stoves with them before leaving, but no tents. At this moment, the army found a place to camp under a leeward cliff. If it rains, it can still escape for a while. If it doesn't rain, it can be sheltered for a while.
The rain is the same everywhere." As soon as he finished speaking, there were bursts of thunder from the sky.
Dakui not only laughed and scolded: "You have a crow's mouth, what do you say?"
As soon as Yang Xiaohu heard the thunder, he couldn't help but said anxiously: "Father, come with me quickly, it will rain soon."
Dakui smiled slightly and said, "You go ahead, I'll wait here." Yang Xiaohu stamped his feet when he heard this, turned around and left.
"Boom, boom, boom" was another thunder, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the bright moon disappeared in an instant.
"Father, I'm here."
When Dakui heard the shouting, he saw Yang Xiaohu running back carrying two big flags.
"What else are you doing here?" Dakui couldn't help but blame him, but Yang Xiaohu smiled when he came in front of him. Then the flagpoles of the two big flags were separated, and the flags of the two big flags were tied together.
Yang Xiaohu spread the two big flags and said: "I tied the flagpole to the tree and stretched it out. This way it can block the rain."
Seeing Yang Xiaohu busy at work, Dakui was extremely pleased.
The two large flags were about eight feet wide, and when they were spread out, it was more than enough for two people to hide under the flags to avoid the rain. Just as the preparations were made, there was another thunder and heavy rain poured down.
The father and son stood silently under the banner, still staring at the small farmhouse not far away. It was late autumn now, and the autumn wind was even colder under the heavy rain. Although Yang Xiaohu was a strong young man, his lips were cold.
Turning blue, Dakui took off his cloak and wrapped Yang Xiaohu in it with his backhand.
"Father, there is absolutely nothing you can do." Yang Xiaohu was about to refuse, but Dakui said coldly: "My father is a general, do you dare to disobey me?"
"Father!" Yang Xiaohu's eyes were filled with tears when he heard this. He had never been loved by his parents since he was a child without a father or a mother. This move by Dakui warmed Yang Xiaohu's heart, and his tears were already warm.
The rain rolled down.
It rained heavily all night and stopped at dawn.
Birds are chirping in the forest, and when you look up, you can see the clear blue sky.
Although there were big flags to protect them from the rain, Dakui and Yang Xiaohu were soaked to the skin. They looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.
Dakui smiled and said, "Go back and change into dry clothes before you come back."
Yang Xiaohu chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter, my adoptive father will go change clothes first. I'll wait here."
The father and son argued for a long time, and finally Yang Xiaohu was forced to return to the army station.
After sitting for a long time, Dakui stood up and walked around. Looking at the green mountains and forests in front of him, he was filled with emotion.
"After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs flow up the rocks. The bamboos rustle and return to Huannu, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay." This poem "Mountain Dwelling in the Twilight of Autumn" was written by Wang Wei during the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It metaphorically refers to the tranquility of the mountain living environment, the freshness after the new rain, the crisp autumn weather, and the direction of the day.
The tranquility of the night fills the lines with a quiet, bright and clean atmosphere.
Da Kui has little reading, but this poem is still fresh in his memory. Because his elder brother asked him to recite poems, and if he couldn't recite them, he would not be allowed to eat. Da Kui could be illiterate, but he had to eat. In order to eat, he had to memorize it.
Poetry. Thinking about himself as a boy, Dakui couldn't help but smile.
Now that we are on separate sides today, I don’t know what happened to my uncle and fellow senior brothers...