Just after the 23rd day of May in the fifth year of Chongzhen, a cavalry force of less than a thousand people came to Meiwu Town, eighty miles east of Ansai City. There were more than a dozen villages scattered around Meiwu Town. Since the war in Yan'an Prefecture,
After the war started, Ansai City forgot about this place.
At this time, an armored cavalry broke into the village. The local people were astonished. They could see that this cavalry was an officer sent by the imperial court. Chen Yaofeng got off his horse, looked at the cheerful villagers, and nodded.
Next, he said loudly, "Don't be afraid, everyone. Our cavalry under the Northern Shanxi Railway Supervisor are here just for a temporary rest and to take a look at the surrounding situation. As long as you don't cause trouble, we guarantee that Qiu will not do anything wrong. In order to thank everyone for your support,
If you support us, we will give you some food and seeds."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone pushed two carts forward. As an old man in the village, Gu Ba, although he was scared, still managed to calm down, stood up from the crowd, and asked with some doubts, "Is this car really...
Is it food for us?"
The words of the eight ancient old men were trembling and a little excited. Since the famine for many years, disasters have swept across northern Shaanxi, with countless casualties and countless casualties. They even have very little food, not to mention that rogue bandits often come to rob them. In the past month, Meiwu Town
More than a dozen nearby villages are facing the dilemma of running out of food, and many families have begun to sell their sons and daughters. But even so, the patrol team from Ansai City often comes to the village to steal food, and even the grain crops have been scratched.
Clean and tidy.
The poor people don't know how long they can support it. If the officers and soldiers don't come, the people nearby will either surrender to the bandits or choose to fight against them.
Chen Yaofeng smiled slightly, waved his hands, and two soldiers threw a bag in front of the eight ancient old men. The old man with dry skin opened the mouth of the bag tremblingly, looked at the white rice inside, and trembled at the corners of his mouth.
Tears were streaming down his face, but he saw Gu Ba holding a handful of rice and kneeling on the ground, "Thank you, Lord Supervisor, we are saved..."
It was really rice. The villagers were all shocked. Did the officers and soldiers really deliver the food?
Someone screamed in surprise and knelt down behind Gu Ba. More than 200 people in the village fell to their knees.
Chen Yaofeng finally understood why the Superintendent sent him to Meiwu Town. He knew very well that half of the troops under Zhang Cunmeng came from various towns east of Ansai City. If he could calm the hearts of these people, he would be doing so in disguise.
Weaken the morale of Zhang Cunmeng's troops.
Chen Yaofeng stayed in Meiwu Town for a day and then led his men to leave in a hurry. It didn't take long for the news of Meiwu Town to spread, and soon the same voice came from a place forty miles away from Meiwu Town. Not only did the officers and soldiers not act like
As in the past, they looted and gave away food rations and seeds. If those who spoke were officers and soldiers, no one would believe them. But if those who spoke were out-and-out bandits, others would not believe them.
With these things in mind, countless bandits have other thoughts. If this is the case, why do they still fight so hard?
So many people sent messages to their children, asking them to go home quickly and not to waste their lives on the battlefield. At first, there were only a few people, but gradually more and more people heard this call. Wuqi Mountain is
An ordinary farmer, he did not want to rebel in his heart, he just wanted to live a stable life, but he was forcibly recruited six months ago and became a bandit. If he became a soldier, he would have food to eat.
With his strength, he could also distribute some food to his family, so Wuqishan gradually adapted to this kind of life. But just yesterday, an old salesman from the village came and brought shocking news. The officers and soldiers gave everyone
With the distribution of food, every household no longer has to go hungry.
Once you have the seeds, you will have enough to eat after three or four months. The old shopkeeper advised Wu Qishan to flee home quickly and not to lose his life in vain. He even secretly scolded the rebel leaders for lying.
Wu Qishan was very confused. He was not the kind of person with strong opinions. He didn't know how to choose for a while. Of course, he was also quite dissatisfied with Wang Ziyong, Zhang Cunmeng and others. In the beginning, these people forced everyone to have no way to survive.
In addition, they always said that officers and soldiers were like wolves and tigers, killing good people and taking credit for food, etc., so many young people from northern Shaanxi rebelled with them.
Tonight it was Wuqishan's turn to be on duty. I was standing on the archery tower with the cool breeze blowing. I was lost in thought when I heard a slight rustling sound in my ears. I looked down and saw a few figures sneaking out of the building.
Camp, he didn’t think much about it. He carried the current to the arrow tower, pointed at a few figures and scolded, "Why are you going? The leader just gave an order. After midnight, no one is allowed to leave the camp. If you want to survive,
Go back quickly."
"Wu Qishan? It's you, don't yell, I'm Du Qian." But I never thought that a familiar voice came from the opposite side. The speaker was Du Qian who came from the same village as Wu Qishan. Du Qian was afraid of disturbing other people.
, pulled the stunned Wu Qishan into the corner, "Qishan, I won't hide it from you. I will go home with the others tonight. News came from home that the officers and soldiers distributed food to the village. At least one
I don’t have to go hungry for a month. No matter what you think, I won’t sacrifice my life for the king’s own use of those people.”
Wu Qishan was shocked. He didn't expect that Du Qian would actually become a deserter. Looking at the people behind Du Qian, there were more than a dozen people. He couldn't help but worry secretly, "You are all leaving? Aren't you afraid that the king will send someone to retaliate?"
"Humph, of course I have to leave. So what about revenge? Wang really needs to be capable and stop robbing people and food." Du Qian snorted coldly and reached out to grab Wu Qishan's arm. "Qishan, what do you think?
Yes, won’t you let us leave?”
Wu Qishan hesitated for a moment, looked at the archery tower in the distance, and suddenly gritted his teeth, "Du Qian, I'll go with you, but don't take the east road. Deserters often appear recently, and there are many hidden sentries posted in the east. If
If these secret sentries are alerted, none of us will survive. Come with me, we will go around from the south. If nothing happens, we can escape before dawn."
A smile finally appeared on Du Qian's face. A dozen young men followed Wu Qishan and quietly left the camp. They were only a small part of the many deserters.
Near the Yanshui River, the phenomenon of deserters in the rogue camp became more and more serious, and Zhang Cunmeng had nothing to do about it. Just when he didn't know what to do, good news finally came. The soldiers and horses of Yichuan City led by Liu Wenxiu
Finally they arrived at Yanshui River. At this time, the peasant army had assembled an army of more than 50,000 people in the Yanshui River area.
Zhang Cunmeng also breathed a long sigh of relief. The army from Yichuan City finally arrived, and it was considered timely. If it had arrived a few days later, he would really have to worry about whether the morale in the camp would collapse directly.
The longer the delay was, the more variables there were. Zhang Cunmeng pressed the table hard and said with some ferocity, "Order the soldiers and horses by the river to attack the Shiqiao stronghold at midnight tomorrow and launch a counterattack around Mianchang Town where the officers and soldiers are stationed. Tell them that success or failure depends on
With this move, after this battle, you will either live or die!" After that, Zhang Cunmeng walked to the door, picked up his sword, and strode away. He was going to the front line to personally direct the battle.
In Mianchang Town, the sun was shining brightly, and the surrounding scenery was pleasant. Tie Mo looked leisurely, blowing the breeze and breathing in the scent of green grass. The bandits secretly gathered their troops, so naturally they couldn't hide it from him, but there was nothing to worry about. He was still worried about this battle.
Very confident.
He looked up at the sun and saw that it was already approaching midnight. He gathered his mood and walked towards the handsome tent in the distance, "It's almost time. Let's see what this starry sky can do."
After arriving at the commander's tent, the generals got up and left. The plan had already been made, and Tie Mo didn't have much to say. He said with a solemn expression, "The rogue bandits have gathered more than 50,000 soldiers and horses in this battle, and they want to defeat us from both sides. I am right.
You have only one request: to show the majesty of our northern Shanxi frontier army."
"Don't worry, Commander, we will do our best to win the victory!"
Zhou Dingshan stood up, his voice not loud but extremely firm.
South of Yanshui River, west of Mianchang Town, on the vast Ansai Plain, a great war is brewing.
On May 25th of the fifth year of Chongzhen, vast black clouds appeared in the southwest of the Shiqiao stronghold. In a distant place, flags were fluttering, swords and guns were standing, and more than 10,000 peasant army infantry covered the sky and the sun. Endless, huge pressure swept over
, the stone bridge stronghold at this time is so small, like a broken sailboat in the sea, which will be overturned at any time. The earth is trembling, birds fly far away, in this world full of death, no living thing can
I am willing to get close. The scorching sun brings the heat of early summer, and my vision is a little blurry. Bathed in the sunshine, I can't feel the slightest warmth. The coldness of death stimulates everyone's heart.
Zhao Mingjiu held the saber tightly, and the handle was covered with sweat. Even after experiencing countless life and death, he still could not withstand the pressure coming at him. Today, there are only more than a thousand guards at the Shiqiao stronghold, which serves as the forward outpost of the Ansai Plain.
, the war came, and he was the first to bear the brunt. He looked up at the scorching sun, and his forehead wrinkled, so what if he was afraid, he would not be able to hide from this battle after all. Zhao Mingjiu was born in a humble background, and precisely because of his humbleness, he knew how to survive. In this world, all mortals have it.
If death is inevitable, then face it bravely, because only with fear and true struggle can you survive.
Bang, a long knife cut through a graceful arc, glowing with a faint cold light. He raised the knife in his hand, Zhao Mingjiu's old-fashioned face showed iron-like fortitude, and his hoarse and rough voice reached everyone's ears.
At this time, Zhao Mingjiu showed his fierce look and widened his eyes angrily, "For the final battle to the death, our soldiers are from Zhangbei. Our swords are like thunder and fire, and our attacks are like the swift wind. We move forward in front of the battle and never retreat. We raise the weapons in our hands and kill."
!”
Facing the overwhelming enemy forces and the tidal offensive, how insignificant an individual is? Who wouldn’t be afraid?
Many young faces showed fear, and some people's hands were trembling slightly. When Zhao Mingjiu's voice sounded in the stronghold, they seemed to be infected by something, and the lost courage slowly returned. Suddenly, earth-shaking shouts broke out in the stronghold.
Sounds, sounds one after another, soaring into the sky, flying up to the nine heavens, "Kill...kill..."
The gate of the stronghold collapsed long ago. A group of soldiers in black armor looked ahead with bright eyes. They no longer had fear or hesitation. The rogue bandits' wave-like attacks were getting closer and closer. Zhao Mingjiu finally moved, "Set up a shield."
, the musketeers are ready, after a distance of thirty feet, within a quarter of an hour, all the ammunition will be released, the musketeers will move forward, and the wings will be tightened."
"Oh...oh..." Even when faced with an enemy ten times their size, the soldiers remained calm. At this moment, whoever is afraid will die quickly. The horn of war finally sounded, filling the mountains and plains.
Behind the peasant army is a man with bare arms and golden armor. He is tall and tall, with surging strength bursting out of his body. He holds two broadswords and has muscles on his arms. He is the number one warrior under Zhang Cunmeng.
The killer nicknamed "Hell Hound", his name is Ma Huihuan. He has amazing arm strength since he was a child. He became famous in the Yanshui River area at the age of thirteen. In a few years, Ma Huihuan grew from a lowly lackey to the number one warrior under Zhang Cunmeng.
, and became the leader of the Black Tiger Camp.
Ma Huihuan looked coldly at the battlefield in the distance. His tall body also stood out from the crowd. The sound of bang bang bang kept ringing. The bandits maintained a dense charging formation. Faced with the swarming firepower, there was nowhere to hide. In the blink of an eye, the person at the front was
They fell down. However, the bandits did not stop, and they did not even have the intention to stop and watch. They could only rush forward, because the "Hell Hound" was standing behind them.
Ma Huihuan is not only ruthless to his enemies, but also merciless to his own people. Black Tiger Camp is Ma Huihuan's one-word hall. If he wants to charge, he will charge, if he wants to retreat, he will retreat. Those who disobey orders will only die.
Today, under Zhang Cunmeng in Ansai City, the Black Tiger Battalion is definitely the most powerful infantry. The Black Tiger Battalion's strong combat effectiveness is the result of rigorous training. Ma Huihuan has formulated a series of cruel training measures. Daily training
It is not uncommon for people to die. In this harsh training environment, many people are forced to become war machines.
Zhao Mingjiu ordered fire coverage, but the ammunition in the stronghold was limited after all. Facing the tide of enemy troops, the ammunition seemed so weak. In less than a quarter of an hour, the ammunition ran out, and the people of the Black Tiger Camp also crossed the death zone.
Stepping on the corpse of his companion, he raised the weapon in his hand and burst into a fervent tiger roar, "Charge...kill..."
Boom, the bandits hit us like hammers. Their attack seemed to have no formation or structure, but they were crazy enough.
Several people hit the shield and pushed forward with all their strength. Facing the spears that were thrust out at any time, they simply blocked it with corpses. More and more corpses were lying on the shields. The bandits behind them ignored them and stepped on the corpses as ladders to grab them.
The shield slashed downwards. Zhao Mingjiu gasped. Since entering northern Shaanxi, this was the first time he encountered such crazy bandits. In order to break through the defense line, they almost ignored casualties. Due to the crazy actions of the rogue bandits, there were countless casualties and heavy injuries.
The shield formation had already piled up into a mountain of corpses. The border soldiers under Zhao Mingjiu were also stimulated. They are the most elite soldiers and the personal guards of the division commander, and they will definitely not lose to anyone.