In early January, Li Ziying entered the border of Gansu Province. The land was high and airy, which was very different from the plains. The grass and trees on the vast and boundless loess slopes were sparse, desolate, cold and desolate. As far as the eye could see, there were ravines, slopes and thousands of hills.
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There are solitary trees standing tall in the poplar jungle, or there are thorns and grasses, and there are undulating hills. There are very few village houses in the endless distance. Only the dead leaves are seen passing by in the wind, and the dry sand is rolled up.
The old man herding sheep and the village boy were shirtless, but wearing old sheepskin coats, with a straw rope tied around their waists, singing Xintianyou loudly, which made the wild and vast sky even more clear.
"One after another, the mountains are coming, and the water is coming, our relatives are coming to Shaanxi and Gansu. The red flags are coming, the guns are coming. Our team is strong. Thousands of households, hey, hey, hey, open the door, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hurry up and welcome that relative in. Come on, come on.
The hot oil cakes are served to the table. The rice wine is brought to the relatives to drink. Come on, come on.
The dark clouds are blooming, hey, hey, the wind blows them away, hey, hey, it's sunny when Marshal Zuo comes, come on, come on. The flowers of Shandandan are red and bright, Marshal Zuo leads us.
Conquer the country! Marshal Zuo leads us to conquer the country!"
The lyrics are like newly composed words, set to the original music, and the artistic conception is as desolate and far-reaching.
"Find him a winter coat." Li Guolou waved his riding whip and continued on his way. When he entered the Gansu border, there were villagers begging along the way. When he saw the army passing by, he seemed to have seen the great savior.
Beside him, Ma Dequan took out a new cotton-padded jacket from the carriage and threw it to the sheepherder who was singing Xintianyou. He also handed a bunch of copper coins and said, "Brother, I know how to flatter you. It's a pity that my master's surname is not Zuo, otherwise you would be here today."
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"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master! Do you want someone to lead the way? My sheep are fat. Do you want a few?" The sheepherder kept bowing, not giving up yet, with tears of excitement in his eyes, and an old face full of wrinkles.
I could see that Ma Dequan's rough face looked a bit like someone from a bitter background. He followed the horse and refused to give up.
Looking at the numb expressions around him, Ma Dequan showed his remaining kindness and said: "Sheepherds, there is no need to lead the way. There are already people. Just pick the fattest sheep and buy two. How much does it cost?"
Ma Dequan took out a bag from the saddle, took out the copper coins, and made a deal with the shepherd to pay and deliver the goods. A village boy beside the other carriage was also asking for money. The old and young shepherds were actually the village's secret sentinel.
The military master plundered and took advantage of the sheep, so he first gave six sheep to buy the place to be safe. If he met the Chu army who loved the people like his own sons, the villagers would go out and do some small business.
Some villagers saw Li Ziying's troops. They were well-organized and kind to the villagers. Seeing the large group of people rolling in, the squires and villagers were all dumbfounded. Many people sighed: "You are worthy of being a military commander from the capital, Your Majesty."
Our team loves the people like their own children.”
Some local young men in tattered clothes were very moved when they saw that Li Ziying's army was in full glory and they had all the foreign guns and cannons they had never seen before. When they heard about Li Ziying's treatment, many people gathered around the road.
Next, asked to join Li Ziying. Several people in the village
The country squire saw that "Master Fan" had great power, so he tried his best to ask "Master Fan" to help the villagers in Sidaogang. Orion Fang Zhiyong was particularly conspicuous with two hounds and a native gun, and he was very happy to be photographed by the outpost.
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Not just anyone can join Liziying, and most people's requirements are not met. However, some refugees and villagers, about a hundred people, have been admitted along the way. "Master Fan" made a selection and settled in the four camps.
Daogang took in five young men.
Seeing these military masters giving money, some villagers even took out the accumulated Chinese herbal medicines such as wormwood, summer grass, angelica root, Codonopsis pilosula, licorice, and some stored dates, bracken, hemp, pepper and other items from their homes, and placed them in rattan baskets.
Here, he started doing business with the military commander of the motorcade who was taking a break at noon.
The business is not bad, there are always some military lords buying some specialties to prepare for the tooth beating ceremony in the evening.
Li Guolou was standing next to a big tree and peeing. The outpost officer scabbard came over with a horse. His face was so strange, as if he had something to hide. Li Guolou rolled his eyes and said, "Knife handle, what's going on ahead?"
"Hey! Mr. Li, something strange happened. The ladies here wear a sheepskin coat with nothing underneath. Are we brothers interested? I'm not here to ask for instructions." Sheath Yun raised his eyebrows, looking eager to try.
With such an expression on his face, a woman took the initiative to deliver it to her door, and it was so cheap. If it weren’t for the fear of violating military orders, the brothers would have done it long ago.
Li Guolou glared at Scabbard Yun fiercely, and wanted to angrily scold the "horse thief" that dogs cannot change their eating shit, but when he thought about it, this was a man's normal need. He could carry a personal maid with him and sleep on a hot kang at night, but others did not have this blessing.
Not allowing these twenty "horse thieves" to eat meat would violate military discipline. Only a relaxed and relaxed officer can win people's hearts.
He lowered his voice and said, "Knife handler, please listen to me clearly. Return to the camp before six o'clock in the evening. If you can't come back in time, be careful."
"Hey! Don't worry, Mr. Li. I like to fight quickly." Sheath Yun beat the horse like flying, turned the horse's head and left, roaring in a hurry, making people think that military affairs were urgent. Although it was hard to eat and sleep all the way, I met a reasonable person.
Sir, let him feel that this trip is worthwhile, his brothers have no complaints about this trip, and he will die for his confidant.
The next day, a cavalry was seen rolling over the vast land. The flag was not that of Marshal Zuo's Chu army. The local people and merchants saw that it was a strange guest army. There was no one who was not afraid of them, like the waves of the waves.
In the same way, the land was scattered and they all fled away. There was a sound of calling for children, and many shops were closed in a hurry, and they even stopped doing business. The official's business was successful, but he lost everything.
, it is better not to do it.
Although the soldiers guarding the town had already received news that this was a friendly army passing through the border, they were still nervous when they saw Li Ziying's momentum, and everyone was on alert. However, they saw that there was no movement from this army.
I just walked through it without doing any harm to the common people.
Only then did the local people come back to their senses and huddled to watch from a distance, and the shops reopened. Many people watched and marveled, where did this army come from? They saw flags with Li characters fluttering in the wind, and soldiers.
The clothes are so strange, they don't look like the Qing army.
But there are guns and cannons, so why are hundreds of cavalry still holding thrusting guns? They are like door gods in New Year paintings, fierce and unsmiling, and more elite than Marshal Zuo's soldiers. Finally, a well-informed businessman woke up and opened his shop
He opened the door and shouted: "Folks, Changshan Zhao Zilong is here! Xiao Lizi's team is here."
"Zhao Zilong" and "Xiao Lizi" were like a bolt from the blue, bringing the people who were accustomed to listening to storytellers back to their senses. The streets were bustling with people, and the people who had just fled gathered around. The little lady who had not left home also walked with a smile on her face.
The three-inch golden lotus came to watch the fun.
Li Guolou was already easy to recognize as he rode on the horse of thunder and lightning, and as expected, all the people who pointed at him recognized him, and commented with approval, "Yeah! Sure enough, he looks like Changshan Zhao Zilong. He is the reincarnation of Zhao Zilong. Our Qing Dynasty is impregnable."
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"Xiao Lizi was so surprised, I love the part about love without borders!" a naughty boy shouted with a smile on his face.
"Foreign girl, let us take a look!" The people were still unwilling to accept it and made excessive demands.
"Master Li, please stay one night! We don't charge money here. It's very cheap for the officials to come in." The second-floor window of a Yichun courtyard on the side of the street opened, and the madam and a group of prostitutes dressed in colorful clothes spread out their arms and trembled.
The flowered handkerchief in her hand and her large breasts jumped out of the window, showing her proud mind.
The soldiers of Li Ziying became accustomed to it, their expressions were solemn, and they were not disturbed by the outside world. They kept their usual pace and continued to move forward, leaving a strange town behind them.
In this town that Li Guolou couldn't name, he just gave the guard who was leading the way a snuff bottle with painted enamel on a copper body as payment for the hard work of leading the way. But even a small snuff bottle turned into a
The treasures of the town are enshrined in the shrine of Zilong Temple. Li Ziying marched like this, as if he had stayed in every teahouse, every brothel, every restaurant, every inn, and Li Guolou, bringing endless excitement to the place.
Legend stories.
People say that a good man should not be a soldier, and a good man should not hammer nails. It is rare to see a man from a good family volunteering to join the army. However, during the march of Li Ziying, there were always young men in rags following the troops, pushing heavy artillery carts.
, you must help, and you must help all the way to the end. When you see someone who looks like an official, you ask to join the army. This happens every day.
Looking at the poor farmers with straw tied as clothes in the middle of winter makes people feel pity and indignation. The unfair world should be broken. The poor who are already on the verge of death are either killed or plundered. It is not enough to be a soldier like this.
Qualified weak people, Li Ziying also
Take some in, let them do what they can first, let them recover their body functions, and at least look like human beings. Slowly, the number of civilian ladies increased by more than 400, and the smiles finally returned to this group of people,
Confidence will also make you a member of Li Ziying.
600 Xinwutang student soldiers carry guns, magazines on their backs, and carry 25 kilograms of weight. They march an average of 40 miles every day. They can also take turns riding horses and riding in cars. They eat well, sleep well, and do not have the hardship of marching in a hurry. After being tempered along the way,
, the physique is stronger, the wind and snow did not crush the backbone of the students of Xinwutang, they grew up rapidly in the ice and snow, conquered one mountain after another, and always walked at the forefront of the team.
Every night, the school officials still asked the student soldiers to read and practice calligraphy. Every day they stayed in camp, Li Guolou was still there giving lectures.
Liu Guangcai, the son of General Liu Qiuzheng of Datong, has joined the Xinwu Hall. Like other young people, he sat on the kang and listened to Li Guolou's insights on the importance of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. There were people sitting on the earthen kangs on three sides of the room.
For student soldiers, a room is like a classroom. We sincerely hope that every student soldier can become an outstanding commander.
"Students, you need to know why we are bloody on the battlefield? What are we fighting for? When the motherland needs you, are you worthy of the country's expectations of you. The word "motherland" cannot be desecrated, and only territorial integrity can
The spirit of national independence. It is the duty of our passionate men to open up new territories for the motherland, not to mention those traitors who split the motherland. We must mercilessly eliminate all the traitors. Build a unified, complete, self-reliant, and wealthy nation.
The Qing Dynasty is me
It is our responsibility and our obligation to dedicate ourselves to the motherland. There is no nationality, no sectarianism, no distinction between high and low. We are the new Wutang warriors united under the same flag, united under the flag of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism.
Zixia (loud applause). We must fulfill our duties, fight bloody battles, have ideals, morals, blood and pursuits, and carry forward the idea of patriotism. Let every soldier know why they fight and who they fight for. Only such a team can
Talent is invincible. You will all be leaders in the future. You must understand ideological education and tactical classes. Practical classes are equally important. Tactical classes and drill classes are like two legs for a person. With two legs, a person can walk.
You can stand firmly, but what do you rely on to support your legs? It depends on the human brain. Ideological education is just a thing that directs people’s brains (bursts of laughter). Don’t laugh. The rebels are always slandering the reputation of the Qing Dynasty.
To stir up ethnic hatred and revolt to kill the Han people
People, Manchus. And the rebels brought out the old almanac and said that the Manchus killed the Han people and returned to the Han people. This requires us to think hard about which one is right and which one is wrong. If you make a wrong step, you will be doomed. Don't the Han people kill the Han people? Establish a new dynasty
It's all going to kill me
In the darkness, when the dynasty changes and the emperor changes, and there is no sea of blood and mountains of bones, will it stop? So you must not be deceived by evil words, and don't drag a nation into the abyss of eternal destruction for your own selfish interests."
Li Guolou paused, not vomiting. Although these words are somewhat reactionary, the spread of nationalist sentiment is the source of the chaos. All ethnic groups want to restore the glory of their ancestors and build the same glorious empire as their ancestors. This time it is Hui people,
Next time it will be the Han people, what about the next time? Which one is just and which one is reactionary? If nationalism is correct, there is no need
Suppressing the uprisings of various ethnic groups caused the Qing Dynasty to fall apart and become like the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, with the king's flag changing on the city wall. Therefore, the unity of all ethnic groups is fundamental. Put aside the past history and forget the bloody killings. Don't let the Qing Dynasty be destroyed once again.
Once again, due to internal strife, he became a weak and bullied sick man of East Asia. He was proud to be a Qing man, opened up territory for the Qing Dynasty, and established great achievements.
Which Han Chinese has not heard a few words about national hatred? Although some people are young, their ancestors have taught them from generation to generation and have already engraved it in their hearts and have not shown it. No one has ever told them whether they are right or wrong? This should be remembered.
Or should we seek revenge?
But tonight Li Guolou told them, how do you view the grievances and grievances between various ethnic groups? Put aside the past history and look forward to a common future. All ethnic groups in the Qing Dynasty lived in harmony, abandoned nationalism in the narrow sense, and united under one flag.
Next, for the prosperity of the motherland and territorial integrity
, dedicate all his strength, and be proud of being a Qing Dynasty man. These are absolutely shocking words. The depths of his soul that he dared not touch were moved for the first time. His eyes looking at Li Guolou were so hot and respected.
Li Guolou, who dares to take the position of master, is worthy of being the soul of the new martial arts hall.