Ten years of Daming Chongzhen.

Xiangyang Prefecture, outside Gucheng County.

It was the middle of summer, and the scorching sun was like a poisonous snake, licking and eating everything on the earth.

The fierce fighting lasted for three days.

Due to the lack of siege equipment, more than 100,000 rebels were never able to break through the county seat, but suffered heavy casualties, and the number of people killed and starved in battle had reached 20,000.

A radius of more than ten miles was filled with a strong smell of blood and rancidity, which provoked the crows hovering in the sky to be reluctant to leave for a long time.

"Haha!"

"The thieves have retreated."

With a burst of cheers from the defenders on the wall, countless young men in ragged clothes and bare feet outside the city swarmed back.

More than a dozen leaders of the Wandering People's Army who were watching the battle from a distance were all scolded by this scene.

And under the city wall, in a puddle about ten zhang away, a concrete and short "corpse" suddenly and quickly climbed up...

Qin Yu pestle the wooden stick in his hand, ignoring the stains on his face, hurriedly chased after the retreating army.

The exiles only retreated to the edge of the small river a mile away, then stopped, threw away their sticks and dung forks, and threw themselves into the river...

After pouring a few mouthfuls of river water and washing away the stains on his body, Qin Yu found a vacant space and collapsed on the ground wet.

Gasping for breath.

It was as if all his strength had been exhausted.

The limbs trembled softly, and the rumbling in the abdomen did not want to move, and let the hot sun shine on his body.

He reckoned that he should be the most unlucky time-traveler.

Not only was he reborn in the troubled era of the late Ming Dynasty, but he was also a homeless army under Zhang Xianzhong.

A fourteen-year-old beggar also named Qin Yu.

A cannon fodder used to fill a moat.

More than half a month ago.

Zhang Xianzhong, the eighth king, was defeated by Zuo Liangyu near Nanyang, coerced more than 100,000 people, and fled to Gucheng in a hurry.

The predecessor was originally a group of teenagers of the same age in Gucheng County, who lived a stable life by begging.

After Qin Yu was reborn, where was he willing to ask for food every day with a broken bowl?

He also heard that the rebel army of the Eight Kings had arrived in Jiangbei and was crossing the river, and he was familiar with the history of the late Ming Dynasty, so he decisively took his companions out of the city from the ditch at night.

decided to join the revolution and run for his future.

Who would have thought that he didn't even see the face of the eight kings and his old man, but was rewarded with a bowl of gruel, and the next day he was driven to attack the city with a group of old and weak women and children.

I want to cry without tears.

It was only on the first day that his companions received all the boxed lunches, and he barely survived until now by pretending to be dead and the cleverness of modern people.

As a time-traveler, he still often reads historical novels, of course he is not willing to be just a trick, he wants to be the protagonist.

I want to ask to see the Eight Kings.

Tell him that he can read and write, and he uses it to carry a stick to siege the city, which is too wasteful and condescending.

But he knew that he was afraid that before he walked in front of Zhang Xianzhong, he would be hacked to death by those guards.

Those guys, they don't care if he knows words or not, whether he is a big material or not.

These days, he has already experienced what it means to be like grass, and he has not felt any aura of the protagonist.

Knowing this, it is better to eat in the county town and wait for death, and it is not too late to join after the eight kings attack the city.

It's sloppy!

……

Bang bang ...

Just when Qin Yu was about to fall asleep, there was a sound of gongs in the distance.

Hundreds of strong men with knives and more than a dozen people in armor came over, and one of the leaders was wearing a bright red cloak, which was not majestic.

Behind him were a dozen old men, pushing several wheelbarrows, each with several large wooden barrels on them.

The smell of rice came to the nostrils, and there was no need for anyone to shout at all, so the young men immediately got up and rushed up.

Qin Yu also hurriedly got up and squeezed forward.

Isn't it just for this bowl of rice porridge?

There was a burst of shouting and screaming, and the noisy crowd finally quieted down and had a little order.

A quarter of an hour later.

Qin Yu received a bowl of gruel and a fist-sized black lump, and thanks to the hundreds of big men with knives eyeing him, there was no crazy robbery.

Smelling the fragrance of rice porridge, Qin Yu's throat squirmed a few times, the cheeks on both sides throbbed for a while, and the saliva in his mouth suddenly increased.

I don't care why there is an extra black lump today, just two bites, I drank all the rice porridge, and even licked the soup stains in the bowl cleanly.

Only then did he comfortably touch his shriveled belly, and quickly nibbled on the rice balls in his hand.

It is said that it is rice balls, but in fact, it is just wheat and rice bran, and some wild vegetables, which are usually eaten only by backbone elements.

In his previous life, if anyone said that this thing could be eaten, Qin Yu would definitely beat it, and he didn't even recognize his mother.

But now, the more you chew, the more flavorful it becomes, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes, and I can't wait to chew my fingers together.

It was just a matter of moments.

He licked his fingers, and then loosened the straw rope tied around his waist a little bit.

I felt that my body had finally regained some strength, and the Grim Reaper was a little farther away from me.

Bang bang bang!

Seeing that everyone had almost eaten, the burly man struck the gong a few times, and then shouted loudly: "Listen to it..."

"This is the last meal, our rebels have run out of food, if we can't attack today, we won't have food tomorrow..."

"What?"

"How can you run out of food?"

"What can I do?"

There are at least more than 10,000 young people here, and most of them have mothers-in-law and children, so they are in a hurry.

"What's the noise?"

"Shut up Lao Tzu!"

"If you want to live, give Lao Tzu to attack the city, there are food, gold, silver and women, and when the city is attacked later, if anyone dares to pretend to be dead and retreat, they will be killed!"

The big man in the red cloak, eight feet tall, somewhat thin, with a long beard under his chin, saw this, choked, pulled out the long knife at his waist, pointed at the distant city wall and shouted.

Hundreds of big men also pulled out their long knives one after another, and under the refraction of the scorching sun, hundreds of cold and shining fierce blades made the eyes of the people around Huang narrow.

Everyone was silent, knowing that it would be impossible not to work hard this time, whether it was for themselves or their families to survive, they had to work hard.

Qin Yu was cold in his heart.

In the past three days, the real backbone of the rebel army has not been dispatched, but only driven them to attack the city in the back, and this time it seems that they are planning to do it themselves.

These heroes want to play in person, he raises his hands in favor, but if he wants to play dead like before, he will definitely have to be knifed.

If he really wants to carry a wooden stick and climb a ladder to attack the city, with his physical fitness and small body, it is estimated that the chance of survival is close to none.

For a while, the urgency was to turn around, and the hot day was as cold as if falling into an ice hole.

Just as he was about to quietly move to the back, ready not to eat the bowl of rice of the Eight Great Kings, he saw more than a dozen young men squatting on the periphery, suddenly stood up and rushed into the distance.

But it didn't take long for a group of cavalry to rush out of the camp, and in a short time a dozen bloody human heads were thrown into the open space in the middle of the crowd.

"This is what happens if you don't want to eat Lao Tzu's bowl of rice!"

"Prepare for the siege!"

A loud shout.

More than 10,000 young people could no longer have the slightest crooked thoughts, so they grabbed the wooden weapons in their hands, carried the ladder, and stood up mechanically.

The hundreds of sword-wielding men were divided into ten teams this time, and each team selected more than a thousand young men, obviously ready to do it himself.

A hundred cavalry wandered around.

Qin Yu saw that he was about to attack, and he didn't grab a shield yet, so he immediately panicked.

Teeth gritted.

He shouted at the leader in the red cloak: "My lord, the little one can read and read, and in the future he can manage the money and food for the army..."

"Haha!"

Everyone was very nervous, Qin Yu's shout, everyone first burst into laughter.

"Little crumbs!"

And the little leader in charge of Qin Yu's team was furious, and walked up quickly with a knife.

Seeing this, Qin Yu was in a hurry, and he couldn't take care of it, so he hurriedly shouted again: "King, the small one has a good plan to break the city." ”

"The small one really has a good plan to break the city, and it can easily break through the city..."

"Bring him here!"

The person wearing the red cloak was Zhang Xianzhong, looking at the kid who was shouting more than a dozen feet away, his brows furrowed, he hesitated, and still ordered.

"Yes, father-in-law!"

A young man of about twenty years old beside him immediately rushed forward after agreeing.

"Boy, you're dead."

"Let's go!"

Seeing the young general coming, the little leader did not directly slash Qin Yu with a knife, but slapped Qin Yu on the back with a knife.

Qin Yu was beaten to a stumbling point and almost lost his breath, but his heart was relieved a lot.

As long as you can get him to talk.