Chapter 1: A cannon fodder on the slope of the camel bell

The remnant sun is like blood, and the wind is raging.

In the middle of winter, the withered yellow grass hides the snow. The cold wind in the north swept the yellow sand of the desert, and the dust and sand flew up, blocking the entire sky, and the sunset became more and more blurred.

Dust and snow, and patches of withered camel grass. The wind is blowing, the sky is vast, and it is empty and desolate.

The winter in the north of Zhangjiakou in Xuanfu is like this all year round. As soon as winter comes, the caravan stops, and in the north of Daqingshan, there are no birds and no beasts.

Heaven and earth are full of death, and the yellow sand is long, enveloping the already misty mountains in the distance.

The cold wind swept the wild grass on the high slope, and although there was no lack of sunlight during the day, the snow in the grass showed no signs of melting. The humble camel grass toppled to the side, revealing a young man with a complicated expression.

The young man was lying in the ice and snow and the wild grass, his withered yellow and black face, and his sides were slightly red because of frostbite. Dressed in gray ragged jackets, patched everywhere. He held a six-foot-long wooden gun in his hand, let the cold wind lap his cheeks, and stubbornly looked ahead.

His name is Tiemo, eighteen years old, a guard soldier in the dark village fort of the Ming Xuanfu.

Dark Zhuang Fort is subordinate to Wanquan Zuowei, and Wanquan Zuowei, as one of the sixteen guards of Xuanfu, is under the jurisdiction of Wanquan Dusi of Xuanfu Town.

In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, affected by the climate, the grain harvest in various places was serious, there was civil unrest inside, and the rise of Houjin in Liaodong outside. Daming can be described as internal and external troubles, and the situation is erosive.

The Ming Dynasty is like this, and the life of the Mongolian tribes in the north is even more difficult.

Since the beginning of the Hongzhi period, the Ming Dynasty has opened up border trade and appeased the Mongolian ministries, and the results have been good. However, in recent years, due to various reasons, especially in winter, many tribes have begun to frequently go south to fight grass valleys.

Zhangjiakou, as a trade distribution center at the northern end of Xuanfu, has naturally become fat in the eyes of others.

At the beginning of November, a detachment of Mongol tribesmen bypassed the heavily defended Zhangjiakou Fort and swept through more than a dozen villages, killing and injuring countless people.

The command office of the Xuanfu Wanquan Prefecture was furious and issued a strict order to destroy this arrogant Mongolian army and horses, on the one hand, to avenge the victims, and on the other hand, to deter the Mongolian tribes near the border pass.

In this case, Tiemo's team was transferred to Huolingpo in the north of Daqingshan.

.......

The remnant sun slowly faded, the sky became darker and darker, but the northwest wind became more and more violent.

The knife-like cold wind slapped his cheeks, and Tie Mo licked his chapped lips. As far as the eye can see, it is full of drowsiness, and the wind seems to blow away all the life, and all that remains is dead silence.

At this moment, the heart is beating wildly, nervous, excited, scared, longing......

No one can understand why his mood is so complicated, just like Zhang Mo can't understand why he came to this bloody era.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the various ministries attacked the border, the Houjin rose, the displaced people fled in all directions, and the rebel army rose in all directions. In this era, corpses are everywhere, human life is like grass mustard, and lowly is not as good as a dog.

As a poor and lowly guard soldier, living is the greatest gift!

It's been three months since he came to this era, and during this time, Tiemo rarely spoke. After experiencing the hesitation and confusion at first, I slowly became calm and mature.

Tiemo, who calmed down, thought a lot. In this era, if you want to live and see the peace of the world, you must have the power of soldiers and establish your own power.

To establish power, someone must have money, but none of these have anything to do with Tiemo, at least for now, Tiemo has nothing but a bad life.

His parents died early, and his family was surrounded by walls. The fields were encroached upon by the officials, and the military salaries were stripped of their salaries, and even eating became a problem for those who fell into their hands. The people around me are all poor haha.

Before the crossing, Tie Mo was taciturn and looked simple, and with a body of divine power, he got the nickname Tie Han Xiong. In this March, Tiemo, as a traverser, has not changed much, but is silently observing, thinking about how to go in the future.

Dark Village Fort is too poor, and the poor can't eat a full meal during the New Year. If you want to win the support of the dozens of guards in Darktown Castle, you have to find a way to change their lives. First of all, eat well.

This is a real world, if you want food, you have to buy it with money.

Tiemo is in dire need of a sum of money, and now is a good opportunity.

The imperial court stipulated that a reward of 30 taels of silver for capturing an enemy soldier and 20 taels for killing a person. Meritorious service is the first pot of gold in the Iron Ink Project.

As a guard, if you want to cut off the heads of Mongolian soldiers or even capture them alive, it is tantamount to whimsy, this is a gamble with your life.

However, at the moment, there is nothing else to fight for except a bad life.

There was a good opportunity in front of him, so Tiemo was very excited, and even longed for this killing in his heart. But at the same time, there is a deep sense of unease and worry. This worry comes from the partners around me.....

The Ming Border Army is divided into recruits and guards.

Recruitment, some similar to the professional soldiers of later generations, long-term training, ordnance supplied by the military department, is the main force stationed at the border gates. The battles against the Mongol tribes and the Later Jin army were mostly based on recruitment.

The guards are responsible for defending the villages, and they usually participate in training, so they can be regarded as soldiers in the guards. By the end of the Ming Dynasty, the soldiers had almost become the private serf tenants of Shangguan, and their combat effectiveness could be imagined.

And the households in the village of Dark Village Fort are the soldiers in the guards.

Originally, the garrison soldiers rarely participated in the battle, that is, they participated in the battle, and were mainly responsible for transporting supplies, cleaning the battlefield, or acting as cannon fodder before the battle. However, now they were sent to the north of Daqingshan to intercept the Mongol soldiers and horses.

The order was personally issued by Wei Xiang, a hundred households of the Huai'an Guard, and there was no possibility of fraud.

For a long time, the border guards have been cannon fodder characters on the battlefield, doing the hardest and most tiring work and taking the least benefits. Only this time, the cannon fodder was done more thoroughly, and the people above wanted to use more than 30 lives to drag down the Mongolian soldiers.

It's just, can it really be delayed?

The hope is very small, but I still have to fight, if I don't fight this time, I may not have a chance to fight hard in the future.

In August, the Emperor of the Apocalypse died, and the Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youzhen came to power. As soon as Chongzhen came up, he cooperated with the Donglin Party to suppress the eunuch party, and the situation in the court changed greatly. Then Huang Taiji led the army to conquer the Mongolian tribes, and the Xuanfu would never have peace.

At this time, the Xuanfu is still relatively stable, and it can still manage its own forces well for the future.

Thinking about my thoughts, looking into the distance, the withered grass rustled in the cold wind, and the misty sky was already full of stars.

"We've been here for a day, why haven't the reinforcements from Zhangjiakou come yet? It's up to us to stop those wolf-like Mongolian Tatars....."

The man who spoke was a man in his thirties, with a yellow face and thin muscles, who was clutching a handful of withered camel grass and rubbing it uneasily.

Tiemo recognized this person, his name was Ruan Ergou, a well-known honest man in Dark Zhuang Fort. There is a daughter-in-law with four babies, and the eldest one is sixteen years old.

The people who were ambushed in Huolingpo were already uneasy, and after listening to Ruan Ergou's words, they couldn't help but look at each other, and a sense of powerlessness arose in their hearts.

In the sheltered pit of the camel bell slope, sat a man nearly forty years old. Compared with the miserable appearance of the Yellow Muscle Thin Face of the Dark Zhuang Fort Army, he looked powerful, with a face full of flesh, holding a steel knife in his hand, wearing a mandarin duck battle robe, and not a patch.

His name is Gu Chengliang, the chief flag officer of Wanquan Zuowei Huai'an, and he also serves as the head of the Dark Village Fort.

Gu Chengliang glanced at Ruan Ergou, without the slightest worry on his face, "It is estimated that Zhangjiakou will not be able to send people for the time being, and relying on us alone, we will definitely not be able to stop those Tartars." ”

At this time, Li Dayong, who was thin and thin, turned his head and said with a flattering smile: "Gu Tou, you are well-informed, what do you say we should do now?" ”

Although Li Dayong is called Dayong, he is not brave at all, and he also relies on sycophants to please Gu Chengliang on weekdays.

Gu Chengliang nodded at Li Dayong, who was very useful, put the scabbard on the ground, and said angrily: "Brothers, withdraw, wait any longer, it is estimated that the Tartar has not come yet, so we will freeze to death on this camel bell slope first." ”

After listening to Gu Chengliang's words, everyone hurriedly got up from the ground as if they had received a pardon.

As they were about to leave, they noticed another person lying on the ground, showing no sign of getting up.

Ruan Ergou bent down and patted the other party's shoulder, "Xiao Tie, let's go, Gu Hair speaks, we can withdraw." ”

Tiemo turned over and sat up, but he shook his head and said categorically: "Uncle Ergou, I won't go, I'm leaving, you guys go!" ”

Li Dayong sneered and spat at Tiemo, his eyes full of disdain.

"Yo, you're making a mistake again? You idiot, why don't you go and stay here and die? ”

Tie Mo stood up suddenly, staring at Li Dayong coldly with a pair of squinting eyes, he lifted the wooden spear upside down, and exuded a chill all over his body.

In a flash..... Tiemo seems to have changed a person.

For some reason, Li Dayong had a fear in his heart, and he couldn't help but take a step back. Showing cowardice in front of everyone, this made him very ashamed, and in order to save face, he couldn't help but stare at his eyes and stretched out his hand to Tiemo.

"You blind man, what do you see?"

Tiemo turned the gun and looked at Li Dayong coldly.

"You try to scold again? You little ball, believe it or not, I'll shoot you? ”

Li Dayong was furious in his heart, and he opened his mouth to say a few cruel words, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt the cold chill in Tiemo's eyes, and swallowed it back hard. Turning around, he looked at Gu Chengliang with some anger.

"Gu Tou, look at this melon baby, he doesn't take your words seriously!"

Gu Chengliang raised his hand and signaled Li Dayong to be restless. Since attacking the general banner, it has been smooth sailing, at least in the Dark Village Fort, no one dares to disobey his words.

Tiemo's actions made Gu Chengliang feel provoked.

"Xiao Tie, you say, why don't you leave?"

Facing Gu Chengliang's uncertain gaze, Tie Mo did not retreat at all, grinned and smiled miserably.

"What are you going back for? Continue to live a life where you don't have enough food and clothing, and you can't live a life that is as good as a dog? Gu Tou...... I want to stay, I want to kill the Tartars, I want to ask for silver, and I have hope for the future....."

"Gu Tou..... I want to find an aunt and give birth to a few dolls..... But I have nothing but this rotten life! Today, I'm either going to kill a few Tartars and run for hope, or I'm going to throw this rotten life here....."

Iron ink is loud, these words are affectionate and sexual, and they penetrate people's hearts.

His words, with a desire for the future, are also full of helplessness about life.

The cold wind is raging, and there is no camel bell, only withered grass, and all living beings are sad!

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