The setting sun is like blood, and the wind is raging.
In the middle of winter, the yellow grassland is covered with white snow. The cold wind in the north is rolling up the yellow sand in the desert, and the dust is flying, blocking the entire sky, and the sunset is becoming more and more blurry.
Dust and white snow, as well as patches of withered camel grass. The strong wind blew, and the sky was vast, empty and desolate.
Winter in the north of Zhangjiakou in Xuanfu is like this all year round. When winter comes, the caravans stop and there are no birds or animals in the north of Daqing Mountain.
The world is filled with death, and the yellow sand is endless, covering the already misty mountains in the distance.
The cold wind was like a knife, sweeping the grass on the high slopes. Although the high slopes did not lack sunshine during the day, the snow in the grass showed no sign of melting. The humble camel grass fell to one side, revealing a young man with a complicated expression.
The young man was lying on his back among the ice, snow and grass. His face was yellow and black, and his sides were slightly reddish due to frostbite. He was dressed in a gray shabby coat, patched everywhere. He held a six-foot-long wooden gun in his hand, letting the cold wind
He slapped his cheeks and looked ahead stubbornly.
His name is Tie Mo, eighteen years old, and a guard soldier at Anzhuang Fort, Xuanfu, Ming Dynasty.
Anzhuang Fort is under Wanquan Zuowei, and Wanquan Zuowei, as one of the sixteen guards of Xuanfu, is under the jurisdiction of Wandu Town, Xuanfu Town.
In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, due to the influence of climate, grain harvests in various places were severely damaged, civil unrest occurred internally, and the Hou Jin Dynasty in Liaodong was rising externally. The Ming Dynasty could be described as suffering from internal and external troubles, and the situation was corrupt.
The Ming Dynasty was like this, and the lives of the Mongolian tribes in the north were even more difficult.
Since the Hongzhi period, the Ming Dynasty has opened up border trade and recruited various Mongolian tribes, which has achieved good results. However, due to various reasons in recent years, especially in winter, many tribes have begun to frequently go south to harvest grass and valleys.
Zhangjiakou, as the trading center at the northern end of Xuanfu, naturally became the fat one in the eyes of others.
In early November, a group of Mongolian tribesmen bypassed the heavily defended Zhangjiakou Fort and swept through more than a dozen villages, killing countless people.
The headquarters of Xuanfu Wandu Commandery was furious and issued a strict order to destroy this arrogant Mongolian army. On the one hand, it was to avenge the victims, and on the other hand, it was to deter the various Mongolian tribes near the border.
Under this circumstance, Tie Mo's team was transferred to Tuolingpo in the north of Daqing Mountain.
.......
The setting sun slowly disappears, the sky becomes darker and darker, but the northwest wind becomes more fierce.
The cold wind like a knife slapped his cheeks, and Tie Mo licked his chapped lips. Looking into the distance, he was filled with drowsiness. The strong wind seemed to have blown away all the life, leaving only dead silence.
At this moment, my heart is beating fast, I am nervous, excited, scared, eager...
No one could understand why his mood was so complicated, just like Zhang Mo couldn't understand why he came to this bloody era.
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, various tribes attacked the border, the Later Jin Dynasty rose, refugees fled in all directions, and rebel armies emerged in all directions. In this era, corpses were everywhere, human lives were like grass and grass, and they were as lowly as dogs.
As a poor and humble guard soldier, living is the greatest gift!
It has been three months since he came to this era. During this time, Tie Mo rarely spoke. After experiencing the initial hesitation and confusion, he gradually became calm and mature.
Tie Mo calmed down and thought a lot. In this era, if you want to live to see peace in the world, you must have military power and establish your own power.
To establish power, someone needs to be rich, but these are not comparable to Tie Mo. At least for now, Tie Mo has nothing but a dead life.
His parents died early, and the family was destitute. The land was occupied by Shangguan, and military pay was cut off layer by layer. Even those who fell into the hands had trouble eating. The people who knew him well were all poor people from the secret village.
Before time travel, Tie Mo was taciturn and looked naive. Coupled with his supernatural power, he was nicknamed Tie Hanxiong. In this March, Tie Mo, as a time traveler, did not change much.
Observing silently, thinking about the way forward.
Anzhuang Fort is so poor that even the poor cannot afford a full meal during the New Year. If you want to win the support of dozens of guardsmen in Anzhuang Fort, you must find a way to change their lives. First, you must have a full meal.
This is a real world. If you want food, you have to buy it with money.
Tie Mo is in urgent need of some money, and now is a good opportunity.
The imperial court stipulated that for capturing an enemy soldier, one would be rewarded thirty taels of silver, and for killing one, one would be rewarded twenty taels. Receiving the reward for meritorious service was the first pot of gold in Tie Mo's plan.
As a guard soldier, if you want to behead Mongolian soldiers or even capture them alive, that is tantamount to fantasy and you are gambling with your life.
However, right now, there is nothing left to fight for except a lifeless death.
There was a good opportunity in front of him, so Tie Mo was very excited, and even longed for this killing in his heart. But at the same time, he was deeply uneasy and worried. This worry came from the partners around him...
The border army of the Ming Dynasty was divided into recruiting troops and guard troops.
Recruiting soldiers is somewhat similar to the professional soldiers of later generations. They undergo long-term training and have ordnance supplied by the Ministry of War. They are the main force garrisoned at the border. Most of the battles against the Mongolian ministries and the Jin army are mainly recruiting soldiers.
The garrison soldiers are divided into garrison soldiers and garrison soldiers. The garrison soldiers are responsible for defending the villages. They usually participate in training and can be regarded as combat soldiers in the garrison soldiers. The garrison soldiers are mainly responsible for farming. By the end of the Ming Dynasty, the garrison soldiers almost became Shangguan's private serf tenants.
, the combat effectiveness can be imagined.
The village households in Anzhuangbao are the garrison soldiers in the garrison.
Originally, garrison soldiers rarely participated in battles. Even when they did, they were mainly responsible for transporting supplies, cleaning the battlefield, or serving as cannon fodder in front of the battle. However, they were now sent to the north of Daqing Mountain to intercept Mongolian soldiers and horses.
The order was personally issued by Wei Xiang, a member of Wanquan Zuowei's Huai'an office, and there was no possibility of fraud.
For a long time, soldiers at the border guard station have been cannon fodder on the battlefield, doing the hardest and most tiring work, with the least benefits. But this time, the cannon fodder has done a more thorough job. The people above want to use it.
More than thirty lives held back the Mongolian soldiers.
But, can it really be delayed?
The hope is very small, but we still have to fight. If we don’t fight this time, we may not have the chance to fight hard in the future.
In August, Emperor Tianqi died, and Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian came to power. As soon as Chongzhen came, he cooperated with the Donglin Party to suppress the eunuch party. The situation in the court changed drastically. It won't be long before Huang Taiji will use his troops to seize control.
.Then Huang Taiji led troops to conquer the various Mongolian tribes, and the Xuanfu would never have peace.
At this time, Xuanfu was still relatively stable and could still manage its power well for the future.
Thinking about my thoughts, I looked into the distance. The dry grass rustled in the cold wind, and the misty sky was already dotted with stars.
"We have been here for a day, why haven't the reinforcements from Zhangjiakou come yet? How can we stop those Mongolian Tatars who are like wolves and tigers..."
The speaker was a man in his thirties, with a sallow complexion and thin muscles. He grabbed a handful of withered camel grass and rubbed it anxiously.
Tie Mo recognized this man. His name was Ruan Ergou, a well-known honest man in Anzhuangbao. He had a wife and four children, the eldest of whom was sixteen years old.
The people who were ambushing at Tuolingpo were already uneasy. After hearing Ruan Ergou's words, they couldn't help but look at each other and felt a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.
In a pit sheltered from the wind on Tuolingpo, sat a man who was nearly forty years old. Compared with the miserable appearance of Anzhuangbao military household, he looked powerful, with a fleshy face, and he was holding a steel knife in his hand.
He was wearing a mandarin duck jersey without a single patch.
His name is Gu Chengliang, the chief flag officer of Wanquan Zuowei Huai'an, and also the commander of Anzhuang Fort.
Gu Chengliang glanced at Ruan Ergou, without any trace of worry on his face, "Zhangjiakou probably won't be able to send any manpower for the time being. We alone will definitely not be able to stop those Tatars."
At this time, the thin Li Dayong turned around and said with a flattering smile: "Gu Tou, you are well-informed, what do you think we should do now?"
Although Li Dayong is called Dayong, he is not brave at all. He usually relies on flattery to please Gu Chengliang.
Gu Chengliang nodded helpfully to Li Dayong, put the scabbard on the ground, and said in a loud voice: "Brothers, retreat, if we wait any longer, we will probably freeze to death on this camel bell slope before the Tatars come.
"
After hearing Gu Chengliang's words, everyone quickly got up from the ground as if they had received a pardon.
When they were about to leave, everyone discovered that there was another person lying on the ground with no sign of getting up.
Ruan Ergou bent down and patted the other party's shoulder, "Xiao Tie, let's go. Say what you want, we can withdraw."
Tie Mo turned over and sat up, but shook his head and said decisively: "Uncle Ergou, I won't leave, but if I want to leave, you can leave!"
Li Dayong sneered and spat at Tie Mo, his eyes filled with contempt.
"Hey, are you stupid again? You idiot, why don't you leave and stay here to die?"
Tie Mo stood up suddenly and stared at Li Dayong coldly with narrowed eyes. He held the wooden gun upside down and a chill emanated from his whole body.
In an instant... Tie Mo seemed to be a different person.
For some reason, Li Dayong felt a sense of fear in his heart and couldn't help but take a step back. He was very ashamed to show his timidity in front of everyone. In order to save his face, he couldn't help but glared and pointed at Tie Mo.
"You stupid blind man, what are you looking at?"
Tie Mo turned the gun head and looked at Li Dayong coldly.
"Try to curse again? You little brat, do you believe I can kill you with a shot?"
Li Dayong was furious and opened his mouth to say some harsh words, but as he spoke, he felt the coldness in Tie Mo's eyes and swallowed them back. He turned around and looked at Gu Chengliang angrily.
"Gu Tou, look at this melon boy, he doesn't take your words seriously!"
Gu Chengliang raised his hand to signal Li Dayong to calm down. Ever since he attacked the general banner, everything has been smooth sailing. At least in Anzhuang Fort, no one dared to disobey him.
Tie Mo's actions made Gu Chengliang feel provoked.
"Xiaotie, tell me, why don't you leave?"
Facing Gu Chengliang's uncertain gaze, Tie Mo did not retreat at all, grinning sadly.
"Why go back? Continue to live a life that is worse than a dog without enough food and clothing? Gutou... I want to stay, I want to kill the Tatars, collect the reward, and have hope for the future life.
....”
"Gutou...I want to find a mother-in-law and have a few babies...but I have nothing but this miserable life! Today, I either kill a few Tatars to make a living, or I kill these
It’s a damn life thrown here…”
The iron ink struck the ground with a loud voice. These words were so emotional and sincere, they penetrated people's hearts.
His words conveyed a desire for the future, but also a sense of helplessness towards life.
The cold wind is raging, no sound of camel bells can be heard, only the dead grass is luxuriant, and all living beings are miserable!
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