No matter whether there are loopholes in the newly formulated rules or what kind of problems they will encounter after implementation, it finally gives the soldiers a hope, and they are no longer a long-term hard labor until death. Moreover, the regulations stipulate that officers and soldiers are equal, which eliminates
The dissatisfaction and resentment caused by "Only state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps."
"Although the rules have been formulated, you must not think about safety and forget about danger. We must not forget that this is still a dangerous and difficult time." After Zhu Yongxing said the general rules, he seriously sounded the alarm to everyone, "From now on, we will keep singing.
Tricks, greed for pleasure, will never be allowed. The same goes for me. I should be punished if I violate military regulations."
"Your Highness leads by example, who dares to test the law by himself?" Bai Wenxuan said with his hands raised, and all the generals agreed.
"A person, a family, a group, a place, or even a country, everyone is focused at the beginning. There is no one thing that they do not agree on, and no one does not work hard. They are all suffering from hardships, and they can only survive from thousands of deaths. But when the environment is better,
, I gradually let go of my spirit. I hope you can stay consistent with me and work conscientiously to wipe out the Tartars and revive the Ming Dynasty!" Zhu Yongxing stood up and spoke generously.
"I am a low-ranking official and I will do my best until I die." Liu Zuochen stepped forward and said.
"When the last general waits, he will die, his body will be wrapped in horse leather, and his bones will be buried in the green mountains." When Ma Bao saw Zhu Yongxing's eyes turned to him, he stepped forward and said loudly.
"Only good ministers of the state can revive the country. I am very relieved. I am very relieved." Zhu Yongxing smiled happily, raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
The atmosphere of the banquet became lively again. Zhu Yongxing's words had been spoken, and Dao Bailong naturally gave up the idea of sending the beautiful woman as a gift.
"Your Highness will be twenty-four next year, and I will be seventeen next year." Mengzhu suddenly approached Zhu Yongxing and whispered in his ear.
Zhu Yongxing choked, coughed a few times, and couldn't help but roll his eyes. This girl, others get older every year, but she grew up by two or three years.
"Really." Mengzhu blinked, looking very honest and trustworthy, "At that time, because I was afraid of the Burmese toast, my father told me that my age was a little younger. Your Highness didn't believe it, so go ask my father.
"
Nonsense. Zhu Yongxing glanced at Mengzhu, a little funny. This girl is so cute when she lies. However, she is really well developed, and she won't arouse doubts if she says she is seventeen. Otherwise, she will deceive herself and others and believe in this well-intentioned person.
Lie? How about watching this little goblin dangling in front of your eyes all day long, and the fire is going up one after another!
Mengzhu squeezed her eyes gently, then sat up straight, with her chest raised and her head raised.
Stand up, let you stand up, and let me see it on purpose, right? Zhu Yongxing's eyes lingered on the charming position of the undulating mountains, and he secretly said: I can't stand it anymore, just treat you as seventeen next year. If you endure it for more than half a year, I will
I will overthrow you.
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Finally out of the forest, Zhang Yong lay on the stretcher and turned his head feebly. The sound of running water became clearer and clearer. It was not a mountain stream, but the waves of the Nu River.
What a tragedy, after walking through Gaoligong Mountain again, Zhang Yong only had this word left in his heart. Along the way, bones could be seen everywhere, like road signs, so there was no need to worry about getting lost. But that kind of depression was also everywhere, which made the Qing army
It’s hard to forget how many people were buried here.
Although they collected all the mules and horses and brought enough food with them when they escaped, the Qing soldiers suffered a lot from the frequent heavy rains. Many times they had to eat uncooked rice to satisfy their hunger because they could not find firewood, and the polluted water made it even worse.
Many people contracted the disease.
The locusts had fresh flesh and blood to feast on. As they walked, Qing Bing's legs and body were covered with these greedy vampires at some point. Drenched in rain and sweat, Qing Bing's body was covered with lice.
, the gray-black lice are as big as rice grains, and the white lice are like bunches sprinkled with white sesame seeds. The bites in the armpits and between the legs made the Qing soldiers miserable.
The torture was inhuman.
Mosquitoes also became the enemy of Qing soldiers, biting people all over their bodies with redness and itching. Qing soldiers either had red and swollen faces, or had jungle sores that emitted yellow water. Sometimes they would go to low-lying areas, and they would be covered in black mosquitoes.
, they just scurry around.
Weak Qing soldiers continued to fall, mules and horses continued to die, and walking back to Gaoligong Mountain became another ambush that killed the Qing army. When they walked out of this hell, hundreds of Qing soldiers became lonely ghosts.
Two big tears flowed from Zhang Yong's eyes. Only a fraction of the 13,000 people from Gansu and Shaanxi could survive. Looking at the miserable appearance of the surviving Qing soldiers, he couldn't help but feel sad, and he couldn't help but feel sad.
.
"Finally out of this damn forest." Guerrilla Shao Mengkai looked at the turbulent Nu River and exhaled a long breath, almost roaring to express the joy of escaping. But when he turned around, he saw Zhang Yong
With tears streaming down his face, he couldn't help but call out in surprise: "Captain, you -"
"One general is incompetent and the three armies are exhausted." Zhang Yong shook his head in pain and said hoarsely: "It is all my fault, causing the descendants of Gansu and Shaanxi who came with me to be buried in their hometowns and become lonely ghosts.
"
Shao Mengkai lowered his head, his heart became heavy, and muttered advice: "Commander, you don't have to blame yourself so much. This defeat was all because of the cunning and despicable puppet Ming army's command. And, there is this damn thing.
The rain, the damn mountains, the damn mosquitoes..."
Zhang Yong opened his mouth and closed his eyes feebly. Yes, there are so many unfavorable factors, but he just didn't think of it. How ridiculous. He always thought that he could win, as long as he persisted and persisted a little longer. That's it.
Because of their self-righteous thoughts, the army slowly fell into the quagmire without realizing it. It was not until all six thousand elites under Tengchong City were lost and the Ming army launched an overwhelming counterattack that they realized that their defeat was certain.
And until now, Zhang Yong still doesn't know who is commanding the Ming army. It is said to be the pseudo-Ming clan. It is really unbelievable. How can a pampered clan member who has never seen the world use such deceitful methods?
Is it Li Dingguo, the pseudo-king of Jin, or Bai Wenxuan, the pseudo-king of Gongchang? Although they are famous generals, they use their troops in a systematic way. Zhang Yong has calculated that even if he meets them, he will not be defeated so miserably, right?
This battle was fought so hard that in the end, even the commander of the enemy army was not clear. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you survive a hundred battles. When did this most common military common sense be completely forgotten?
Those bastards in Kunming were completely dazzled by the victory. They thought that they had occupied more than half of Yunnan and the overall situation was settled. They also thought that the pseudo-Ming army had been dispersed and that it would be easy to annihilate them. If it weren't for them, how could they have suffered such a disastrous defeat and how could they have lost so much?
of soldiers.
Zhang Yong gritted his teeth, and the resentment in his heart suddenly rose up, biting his heart full of frustration and failure like a poisonous snake.