Huang Chen looked up at the sky, and as the saying goes: "Baby-faced March day, it will change at any time." In the morning, the sky was still clear, and the sun was shining brightly. In the blink of an eye, the cool-toned gray and white clouds filled the sky, and they were so heavy that they seemed to fall down at any time, giving people a sense of relief.
A heavy and depressing feeling.
The faces of the villagers who looked worried and nervous because of the pirates' entry into the village were somewhat relaxed. With such a huge momentum, it would be better if it did not rain down. There will definitely be a lot of rain, which will greatly alleviate the drought. There has been no rain in Fujian Tianqi for five years, and only one rain has fallen in two years.
The harvest is half-harvested every spring, and during the rest of the year there is severe drought in summer and autumn, and everything is red. The people have no rice to cook with, so they often eat wild vegetables, wild fruits and even tree bark and roots to satisfy their hunger. How can it be described as miserable?
Huang Chen looked around and saw the appearance of the villagers, and he had a lot of mixed feelings in his heart.
Soon Yang Dong returned with three Toukou horses. A strange color flashed in Huang Chen's eyes and he asked with a smile: "Are you leading donkeys?"
Yang Dong was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied: "Big Chief, this is not a donkey, but a local horse."
Huang Chen smiled again. How could he not be able to tell the difference between a horse and a donkey? He was just teasing her because the three horses were very small and exquisite, not much bigger than a donkey. Huang Chen walked up to a white horse and stroked it gently with his hand.
Snow-white horse mane, he was from Jiangnan in his past life just like this one, and horses have lost their function in modern society and become people's playthings. He had little interaction with horses when he was growing up, and only rode them a few times when traveling to the northern provinces.
, the level is basically at the rookie stage where the hands cannot leave the saddle armrests.
Seeing Huang Chen's interest, Yang Dong smiled flatteringly and said: "It's hard for the big boss to travel on the road, so walking by horse can save a lot of leg energy."
"You are really interested." Huang Chen nodded, and then he saw Zhuang Mo turn over and ride on a brown horse, and laughed out loud. Zhuang Mo can be said to be a big man among the big men in Shandong. His physique is different from ordinary people, and the horse under his crotch
It is very petite. Zhuang Mo sat on its back with his feet only half a foot off the ground. It looked funny and made people worry whether he would push the horse down.
Yang Dong had some disagreements with Zhuang Mo, and he immediately darkened his face and said: "Zhuang Mazi, this is my horse, who allowed you to ride it? Get off here!"
Zhuang Mo deliberately ignored him and skillfully pulled the reins to guide the horse to jog in a circle. He said to Huang Chen: "The southern horse cannot fight, but it is very strong. It can be used to carry cannons and travel..."
Yang Dong couldn't stand being ignored by Zhuang Mo. He jumped up and down in anger and shouted: "Zhuang Mazi, I'm talking to you, are you deaf?! You want to find it on your own, don't ride on my horse..."
Huang Chen glanced sideways at Yang Dong. The latter suddenly looked like a mouse after seeing a cat, not daring to show his teeth. Huang Chen snorted coldly and didn't bother to pay attention to him. He put on the stirrups and carefully climbed onto the white horse. The native horse was petite in proportions and had a good saddle.
Long stirrups, but this is compared to ordinary people. Huang Chen's height has continued to skyrocket in recent years. He is now about 1.75 meters tall, which is infinitely close to the height of 1.77 meters in his previous life. In this era, he is considered to be among the elites. Although he is not
As for Zhuang Mo, who couldn't put his feet in the stirrups, he had to bend his legs exaggeratedly and his sitting posture was extremely awkward.
"Drive, drive..." Huang Chen grasped the saddle with one hand, controlled the reins with the other, and carefully kicked the horse's belly in line with the slogan. I don't know if this kind of southern horse breed is naturally docile or if the original owner trained it properly, but he was able to drive it with his poor equestrian skills.
, the horse spread its hooves and started running smoothly.
The horses that Huang Chen rode in his previous life were all professionally trained and the routes were memorized. The rider didn't have to do anything while sitting on them and just let the horses run on their own. Now he had to control the mount himself, which made him very busy and nervous.
Fortunately, Zhuang Mo, an expert, was watching and giving guidance. Huang Chen slowly calmed down and asked for advice humbly. It took him about half an hour to initially master the essentials of horseback riding.
The people were already suffering enough if God was not kind to them, but now they encountered a man-made disaster. Huang Chen didn't want to force people to death. When he could barely control the horses, he immediately summoned his subordinates who were scattered around the village to rob, and prepared to leave. In response to this, the villagers
They were greatly surprised. They had already prepared themselves for the worst. They didn't expect Huang Chen to let them go so easily, without mentioning his kindness...
When they finally left, there were more than 20 young people in the team. The reason why they joined was that they couldn't stand the poor life in the village and planned to go out to try their luck. Even if they couldn't win a fortune, they could still fill their stomachs. Look at Huang Chen's subordinates
You will know that everyone is full of energy.
The addition of local people made Huang Chen no longer blind, bumping around like a headless fly, and his speed increased significantly. The group soon arrived at the east bank of the Dongxi River that runs across the north and south of Zhao'an County. After crossing Dongxi, it is Zhao'an.
An County Town. Huang Chen did not cross the river because he saw pirates constantly escaping from the other side. The situation was obviously not good. Several pirates who entered Zhao'an were defeated by officers and soldiers.
"The officers and soldiers are so strong?" Huang Chen couldn't help but show doubts. Since he came across the sea, his side has been invincible and has not lost a single battle. Could it be that the pirates who abandoned the ship and landed on the beach no longer know how to fight?
Through the explanations from the pirates and locals, Huang Chen suddenly realized that there were nine counties in Zhangzhou, most of which only had one battalion of rural soldiers, with the exception of three counties. Zhangpu County had the largest territory and had the task of assisting in the defense of sea routes.
There are five camps of rural soldiers. Haicheng County is located in Yuegang, the only seaport in the Ming Dynasty, and has three battalions of rural soldiers. Zhao'an, like Haicheng County, also has three battalions of rural soldiers. The most important thing is that Zhao'an is located in Fujian.
At the turn of Guangdong, Fenshui Pass, the throat of two provinces, happens to be located in Zhao'an. Fenshui Pass connects Wufu to the east and Guangdong and Guangxi to the west. It is known as the first pass in Zhangnan and is heavily guarded. It was precisely because the Fenshui Pass guards suddenly came and defeated them in one fell swoop
A group of thieves.
As soon as Huang Chen heard about the other party's officers and soldiers, the total number of rural soldiers was more than a thousand, a hundred armored men, generals, Weiyuan, large and small Franchise and more than thirty land guns, and these two things that could change the situation of the battle were Huang Chen's
He looked back at his subordinates who were driving cattle and pigs, and immediately made a wise choice, but He was not afraid of the opponent. Even if he lacked armor and artillery, he was still confident of defeating the enemy. He was afraid that
What happened was that he was attacked by the enemy halfway across the river. However, he was unwilling to retreat if he was asked to do so. After careful consideration, and out of absolute confidence in his own strength, he decided to go north along the river and act randomly.
Huang Chen led his men and horses just a short distance away. The officers and soldiers hurried to the west bank, where the two sides faced each other across the river.
Huang Chen signaled everyone not to care about each other and continued heading north.
The officers and soldiers hesitated for a moment and divided into two groups. They followed Huang Chen all the way and chased down the thieves. In the past, a Japanese head was rewarded thirty taels of silver, which was a huge fortune. It is said that the Tatars outside the customs are more valuable nowadays.
A head can be exchanged for fifty taels of silver. The head of a pirate is only one-tenth of a Tatar's, which is five taels of silver. However, this is not a small amount, especially in Fujian, which has suffered a severe drought in the past two years and everyone is tightening their belts.
If the commander-in-chief and sentry officers were not worried about Huang Chen harming the rear, everyone might leave Huang Chen and others behind and swarm after the deserters, cutting off their heads in exchange for money.
The total length of the Dongxi River is less than twenty miles, and Huang Chen started from the middle and lower reaches and went northward, reaching the end in an hour. There is a saying in the army: if a soldier in armor walks for ten miles, he will be tired. After walking for twenty miles, it will be almost impossible to fight again.
.The officers and soldiers wearing iron armor were far behind, and the artillery carriage was heavy. Needless to say, Huang Chen took advantage of this opportunity and led his men to rush towards the officers and soldiers.
The number of officers and soldiers on Huang Chen's side was smaller than that of Huang Chen, and they had no iron armor and artillery to rely on. The war became one-sided from the beginning. They were killed by Huang Fang's big guns and firecrackers until they dispersed in a panic.
Yang Dong led his men to chase down the defeated troops who had fled to the north. He hung back leisurely. He seemed to be in no rush to kill the enemy, but instead enjoyed the pursuit. The more desperate the enemy looked, the more he felt in his heart.
Excited. When Yang Dong satisfied his special hobby, he cut the throat of the last defeated soldier and led everyone back. Passing a mountain path on the way back, suddenly a thin figure emerged from the thorns in the forest. Yang Dong narrowed his eyes.
With narrow eyes, the visitor is a young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome appearance and sharp eyebrows. But this is not the focus of Yang Dong's attention. The focus is on the bald head, yellow clothes, and hemp shoes...