"Have ambition!" The scholar gave a thumbs up, and then roared, "Then what should we do?"
"Thieves who are in love with you, kill the slaves!" A soldier shouted first, followed by hundreds of soldiers roaring at the same time. The huge roar almost deafened Jin Shenghuan's ears.
Originally, the shouting of hundreds of people had no such effect.
But this gun platform happened to be built in a mountain col.
The concave mirror-shaped mountain col produced a convergence effect, which not only amplified the sound effect, but also allowed the sound waves to travel farther, six to seven miles away, and reached the ears of Duduo and others.
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"What's going on?" Duduo's attention immediately turned from the huge Kongming Lantern to the direction of Yunlong Mountain. After a while, he turned back and asked Fan Chengmo, "Slave dog, what is Ming Dog shouting?"
Duduo not only understands Ming Dynasty Mandarin, but can also speak it fluently.
In fact, most of the Eight Banners nobles can speak fluent Ming Dynasty Mandarin.
"Ah? This..." Fan Chengmo's face turned bitter, thinking to himself, isn't this making things difficult for me?
You guessed it right, Duduo deliberately made things difficult for Fan Chengmo because he was Fan Wencheng's son.
This is the secret in Duduo's heart. No one knows about it, and Duduo is not prepared to tell anyone.
"Say!" Fan Chengmo hesitated for a moment, and Duduo whipped his horsewhip on his back and cursed angrily, "Tell it like it is!"
"Hey!" Fan Chengmo had no choice but to tell the truth, "Go back to my master, these plain dogs are shouting, kill the slaves!"
"What did you say? You dog slave, who lent you the courage of a dog to eat it inside and out?" Duduo's whip fell on Fan Chengmo, while he continued to curse, "Dog slave! You are looking for death.
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Fan Chengmo rolled down on the snow in pain and begged for mercy, but Duduo got off his horse and continued to chase him.
Wa Xing'a was confused, but he didn't mean to stop him at all, because in the eyes of banner people like them, Han people like Fan Chengmo were no different from cattle, horses, sheep and other livestock, and were even less valuable than a farm cow.
When there is not enough food to eat during famine years, the bannermen often slaughter Han people to wrap them to save food rations.
It wasn't until he felt a little tired from the beating that Duduo finally let Fan Chengmo go.
"Dog slave." Duduo kicked Fan Chengmo again before getting back on his horse.
After mounting his horse, Duduo said to Vasinga: "Let's go and have a look at the southeast corner."
Soon, Duduo led Vasinga and more than 600 guards to the south of Yunlong Mountain.
At this time, Duduo and the others were less than three miles away from Peak No. 9 of Yunlong Mountain, so they could hear the roars of the Ming army soldiers very clearly.
And I saw Ming troops at the foot of the mountain and on the top of the mountain.
You can still vaguely hear the sound of drums, trumpets, and singing? There is actually a woman singing?
Listening to the faint singing voice coming from the wind, Duduo felt a little weird, didn't he? Isn't this true?
The Qing soldiers were already in front of them, but they were still listening to the opera troupe singing? The Ming army was too crazy, wasn't it? They didn't take their Qing soldiers seriously!
Vasinga and more than 600 white-armored soldiers also looked at each other.
Duduo once again took out the telescope from his leather bag, unfolded it and pointed it at the top of Yunlong Mountain.
Now it was clear that there was really a troupe singing on the top of the mountain, and it was a woman.
Seeing the woman in costume doing the splits on the top of the mountain and sitting on the ground, Duduo was completely confused. Why was the Ming army in Xuzhou so weird?
What is that big white ball rising in the city?
Why are the Ming troops at the foot of the mountain in front roaring like crazy?
And why are there women singing on the top of the mountain? Let’s indulge before dying?
But looking at the soldiers of the Ming army who were waiting on the gun platforms in front of them, they didn't look like they were giving up on themselves. What was going on? Duduo's brows knitted into a deep knot.
Seeing Duduo's frown, Vasinga asked: "Master, how about I lead a team of white-armored soldiers to go up the mountain and snatch the actor to relieve your boredom, master?"
What Vasinga said is really not just talk.
As long as Duduo orders it, he really dares to do it.
Of course, whether it can work out in the end is another matter.
"Forget it." Duduo waved his hand and said, "Didn't you see the red cannon on the mountainside? No matter how powerful our Qing army guards are, they can't withstand a strike from the red cannon. We can't do such stupid things."
Wa Xing'a stopped making any sound, but the red cannon was still powerful.
"Send an order for the army to camp by the lake." Duduo said solemnly, "We will fight again tomorrow."
The army has just experienced a long and urgent march, and it is getting dark soon, so it will definitely not attack this evening, and it will have to wait until tomorrow.
But Duduo didn't relax at all.
While riding back, he sent someone to call Baya Lahuzhang Jing'e Tuhui of the Zhengbai Banner and asked him to arrange a sufficient number of Ye Bushou to ambush in the snow, waiting to ambush the Ye Busu sent by the Ming army.
receive.
In addition, Vasinga's 600 white-armored soldiers were kept ready.
If the Ming army dares to steal the camp, they will never come back.
Duduo was familiar with the Three Kingdoms and knew that the Han people were good at sneak attacks at night.
…
The sky gradually darkened.
Wang Chengen advised in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the sky is getting dark, please stop it."
"Yeah." Chongzhen nodded and said, "Then take it back."
Wang Chengen then shouted loudly: "The Holy One has a decree, accept it!"
A dozen little eunuchs immediately turned the winch and took back the large Kongming Lantern that was placed ten feet in the air.
After about a quarter of an hour, the hanging basket fell back to the ground. Zheng Sen quickly opened the guardrail and jumped down, but he almost stumbled and fell to the ground because the wind was too strong at high altitude and he was frozen.
Zheng Sen's legs completely lost feeling, as if they were not his own.
"Brother Damu, be careful!" Two Qinwang scholars hurriedly stepped forward to help Zheng Sen.
Zheng Sen slowed down for a moment, then bowed to Chongzhen again and said, "I bow before your Majesty."
"No!" Chongzhen waved his hand and said, "Zheng Sen, can you see Jiannu clearly from the air?"
"Go back to the Holy Spirit and see clearly." Zheng Sen handed the telescope back to Chongzhen and continued, "Jiannu has camped on the southwest side of Yunlong Lake."
Chongzhen nodded: "As expected."
Qi Jiguang's new performance book says that troops should be stationed in hidden places in the mountains and forests unknown to the enemy.
But the garrison of a large army is different. A small army can camp in a hidden place in the mountains, but an army of hundreds of thousands cannot be hidden if you want to, so it is best to camp close to mountains and rivers.
Setting up camp like this is not only good for defense, but also convenient for getting water.
Zheng Sen added: "Judging from the number of camps, the strength of the Jiannu troops is about 250,000! There are three to four thousand sidecars and various carriages, and there are more than 300 Hongyi cannons!"
"More than three hundred!" The sergeant chief present suddenly looked awe-inspiring.
In comparison, their Ming army only had a total of more than twenty Hongyi cannons.
But fortunately, there are still more than 2,000 Tiger squat guns and more than 200 Fran machine guns.
Zheng Sen added: "In addition to more than 300 Hongyi cannons, there are also a large number of Franco machine guns and tiger squatting cannons. The exact number is unknown, because there are many Franco machine guns and tiger squatting cannons hidden in the side compartments.
In the carriage.”
"Don't worry about the Folang cannon and the Tiger Crouching Cannon for the time being, because they are defensive firearms and have little use in offensive operations." Chongzhen waved his hand and said, "Apart from the southeast of Yunlong Lake, have you found any Jian slaves in other directions?
Camp?"
"I didn't find it." Zheng Sen shook his head and then said, "At least I didn't find it within my field of vision."
"No?" Chongzhen smiled and said, "It seems that the thief Duduo is quite cautious in using his troops."
Jin Xuan said: "Your Majesty, the slaves came from a long way, so they must be short of men and horses. Why don't I lead my three thousand elite cavalry to steal the camp at night and give them a show of strength?"
Chongzhen was a little moved when he heard this, because such stories often happened in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
But think about it and forget it. The Romance of the Three Kingdoms is a novel after all. If you take it seriously, you will lose.
"Forget it." Chongzhen waved his hand and said, "Although Jiannu has come a long way, he will definitely be short of people and horses, but for this reason, we must be more vigilant tonight. If Aiqing really goes to steal the camp, he may be plotted by the other side."
After a pause, Chongzhen said again: "Just have a good sleep tonight!"
"Build enough strength to prepare for tomorrow's battle!"
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At this time, we were at the top of Yunlong Mountain.
Jin Shenghuan specially set aside a bunker of a gun platform to accommodate the National Disaster Theater Troupe.
The bunker of the shooting platform is divided into multiple rooms. One of the rooms was arranged by Ruan Dacheng as a female dormitory, specifically used to house actresses such as Li Xiangjun and Zheng Tooniang.
Zheng Tuoniang was the second famous Qinhuai prostitute to join the troupe.
He also sang for Chongzhen twice in Yangzhou and Nanjing.
In addition to Li Xiangjun and Zheng Tuoniang, there are more than a dozen women in the troupe.
When more than a dozen young women gathered together, it was really lively.
It wasn't until there was a slight cough outside the wooden door that the girls finally became quiet.
Then Ruan Dacheng's deep voice sounded outside the wooden door: "Go to bed early tonight, we may have to sing all day tomorrow, from dawn to dusk. If you don't have enough strength, you won't be able to hold on!"
"Sing all day long?" the girls couldn't help but whisper.
Immediately, the oil lamps in the room were extinguished and the light dimmed.
However, Li Xiangjun tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
As I was tossing and turning, Zheng Tuoniang's whisper suddenly sounded in my ears: "Sister Xiangjun, are you asleep?"
"Sister Tuoniang, you're not there." Li Xiangjun turned around and faced Zheng Tuoniang, "You're not sleeping either?"
"I can't sleep, I'm scared." Zheng Tuoniang said in a low voice, "There are Jian slaves on the other side of the lake. These Jian slaves are barbarians. They not only kill people, but also cannibalize people, and they especially eat women."
I have to admit that the weapon of public opinion is really overbearing.
As the scholars spread the word and the opera troupes repeatedly sung it, not only the soldiers in the border towns and the traffickers and footmen in various states and counties believed in the story of the two-legged sheep, but also the actors in the national disaster theater troupe and the scholars in the scholar camp were convinced of it.
No doubt.
But then again, even if the slaves didn't eat women, the murders they committed would not be much different.
"Sister Tuoniang, I'm so scared." As soon as Zheng Tuoniang finished speaking, multiple voices sounded in the darkness.
Good guy, more than a dozen girls in the troupe of Dare to Love are still awake, so tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
There is great terror between life and death, and few people can truly remain calm when faced with the test of life and death.
Hearing this, Li Xiangjun suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart and said: "Sisters, don't be afraid, the Holy Spirit will protect us, and the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty will also protect us!"
"But, but..." a weak voice sounded.
"What if when the Jiannu attack comes, they flee like Guan Ning's army? What can we do?"
Li Xiangjun immediately replaced himself as Qin Liangyu, and said lowly but firmly: "Then let's put on costumes, grab the tools and go into battle to kill the enemy and shame these eggless men!"
"Ah?" The dozen girls were even more frightened now.
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In contrast, the dozen or so scholars who were also on the ninth peak of Yunlong Mountain were much more calm.
At this moment, in the bunker of one of the gun platforms at the foot of the Ninth Peak, several oil lamps illuminated the entire bunker hall. The tall and burly scholar who lectured on the gun platform during the day was holding a volume of the Analects and was speaking loudly.
The other scholars responded sentence by sentence, and the sound of reading loudly spread throughout the bunker.
"The Master said: The Lord is loyal and trustworthy. If your friends are not as good as yourself, then don't be afraid to correct them."
"The Master said: Three armies can seize the commander, but one man cannot seize the will!"
"The Master said: "The clothes cover the fur robe, and the clothes cover the fox and raccoon dogs. If you stand upright and are not ashamed, what is the reason?"
In the room, the soldiers of the border town who were lying in their uniforms were attracted by the loud reading of the scholars and sat up one after another.
One said: "Hey, these scholars are really interesting. There will be a battle with the Jiannu slaves tomorrow. I don't know how many of them will be lucky enough to survive in the end. How can they still think about studying there?"
"What do you know?" another slightly older veteran scolded, "I heard that these scholars are all literary stars from the sky who have descended to earth, and they are all great."
"The enemies are all immortals in the sky." The third border soldier agreed.
"Even if these scholars die, they will just return to the class of immortals in the sky and continue to be gods."
The fourth border soldier said with endless yearning: "I wonder if we can become gods in the sky after we die?"
"Just you?" said the fifth frontier soldier sarcastically. "You don't know a few Chinese characters, and you don't even know what character it is when the pole falls over. You still want to become a god in the sky? Go ahead and dream about your Qingqiu dream."
The sixth frontier soldier said quietly: "I have decided that I will let my boy study even if he sells everything."
"Studying? Stop dreaming." The venomous tongue just now began to ridicule again, "The old drunkard said that scholars are all literary stars from the sky who have descended to earth. Ma Wu, why don't you take a piss and take a picture? Just like you, you look like three
Like the bark of a Cunding Valley tree, Mr. Wenquxing will be reincarnated as your son? What are you thinking about?"
"Shut up, believe it or not, I cheated on you?"
Ma Wu, who was ridiculed, became furious: "Try saying one more thing?"
Seeing that the two were about to fight, the border soldiers nearby quickly stopped them.
The room finally became quiet, but the sound of reading loudly from the hall outside became even louder, and then the frontier soldiers fell asleep with the sound of reading on their pillows.
There was no words for a night, and the time came to the third day of February in the eighteenth year of Chongzhen.
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