What Wu Zheng never expected was that his bad luck was not changed by his death, let alone by his crossing.

Which dynasty is bad to travel through?

Even if Wu Zheng is a historical idiot, he knows that the Ming Dynasty was followed by the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Today's Nanming is even more crumbling, like a broken boat in a storm.

The big waves erode the sand, and the Hongguang Dynasty had a million troops, and they died when they said they died.

The literati who used to open their mouths and close their mouths to the way of ministers sold the country as soon as they turned around.

They can't remember the courtesy, righteousness and shame, but they remember the allusions of surrender, and one by one they led the sheep naked to the new master.

And those illiterate puppets have resisted the Qing Dynasty for decades.

But what's the use? It's just a touch of tragedy added to the history books.

Now the morale of the Qing army is like a rainbow, and it is just a matter of time to go south to Zhejiang.

If you want to save your life, you can only shave your head obediently and be a submissive citizen.

But as soon as Wu Zheng thought of this, his chest would ache sharply.

Wu Zheng knew that this was the original owner of the body, a trace of obsession left in his heart.

The fragments of memory in his mind can still clearly reveal the scorched black ruins of Jiading City, the corpse with missing hands and legs, Wu Zhifan's palpitating eyes when he left, and his tall back.

All of this converged into one voice, roaring loudly in Wu Zheng's heart, "If you want to surrender, you'd rather die!" ”

Deafening!

Hair!

Wu Zheng's eyes began to be firm.

In his memory, he also had a father and a younger sister.

Being able to do what should be done and protecting the people who should be guarded, isn't this a kind of happiness, and isn't it a kind of fulfillment?

Since God has allowed him to come to this era, he doesn't want to let himself do something for this world.

Wu Zheng's eyes were already firm.

From today on, he is not called Wu Zheng, but Wu Zheng.

Fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight with the tartars, and have endless fun!

……。

The curtain is lifted.

The two heads stretched in, and the joy on his face warmed Wu Zheng's heart.

"Young Master, are you awake?"

This is very ordinary, so ordinary that it is a little verbose and redundant.

It's like an old friend who hasn't seen each other for many years, standing outside your door, knocking on your door, you open the door, and ask with joy in your heart, are you here?

It's like a couple with deep affection between you and me, who gets up in the morning and asks softly in your ear, are you awake?

Because it is verbose, it is redundant.

However, it is indispensable.

Among them, love! Meaning!

"Who did you kill?" Wu Zheng asked.

The smiles on Xiao An and Erhan's faces faded suddenly.

"Kill Yuanhe County...... Magistrate. "Erhan is honest, but if Wu Zheng wants to ask, he will never hide it.

Xiao An was smart and clever, and said hurriedly: "The young master was in danger at that time, and the two of us had no long things, so I couldn't find Langzhong." I happened to see the dog officer traveling in this carriage with a retinue, so he ...... Young master, it's not about Erhan's business, it's my idea. ”

"How do you know he's a county magistrate?"

"Uh......."

"You must have never thought about the identity of the person in the car before you started the robbery, right?"

Wu Zheng's voice was very soft, but to Xiao An's ears, it was no less than thunder.

"Plop" Xiao An knelt down and said: "I was wrong, please punish the young master." ”

Wu Zheng didn't look at him, nor could he see it, and the injury in his chest couldn't make him bend over.

Looking at Erhan, Wu Zheng asked, "How do you know that it is a dog official?" ”

Erhan said: "I didn't know before, we just wanted to rob some goods, and we didn't want to kill people, but the dog officer saw that we were wearing military uniforms and showed our official seal, so we ...... in desperation." ”

"I ask, how do you know it's a dog officer?"

Er Han hurriedly replied: "Back to the young master, in order to escape, the dog official also brought a box of soft ...... from the boss Young master, the box behind the car is full of gold and silver belongings. ”

One year Qing Governor's Mansion, 100,000 snowflakes of silver, this reason, Wu Zheng understands.

Xiao An suddenly straightened his neck and said, "Even if he is not a dog official, I will let Er Han rob him." This is my idea, the young master wants to send the official, and it has nothing to do with Erhan. ”

"You dare to do it."

Xiao An suddenly cried: "Young master, I am entrusted by the chief soldier on his deathbed, no matter what, I have to send the young master back to Wuzhuang, now the young master is seriously injured and has not recovered, if the young master really wants to send us to the official, please leave Erhan with him to wait." ”

Wu Zheng's eyes flashed.

As soon as the war began, morality became the first casualty.

Xiao An is right, no matter whether the official is a clean official or a corrupt official, if you want to rob or not, the difference is whether you kill or not, maybe it is a matter of thought.

Wu Zheng is not a sage, he has no reason to uphold justice for a person he doesn't know, and bring the people around him to justice.

"I see." Wu Zheng said.

I know.

I see.

It doesn't represent attitude.

It just shows that Wu Zheng heard it.

This is like the emperor giving instructions on the fold with the word "read", there is no attitude, only that he has seen it.

But Xiao An and Er Han heard the difference.

The young master said that he knew, which can also represent a kind of recognition, at least he didn't say that he would send the official to justice.

Xiao An jumped up and said happily: "The young master has just woken up, and his words are so sad, let's lie down and rest first." ”

Er Han also bared his teeth and said, "Young master, I'll catch the car." ”

Wu Zheng asked, "Where is this?" ”

Xiao An said: "It's still at the boundary of Wujiang, about fifty or sixty miles ahead, you can enter the boundary of Zhenze County, the young master is injured, it's better to walk slowly." ”

Wu Zheng nodded, lay down and rested.

The body rests, but the brain does not.

There are so many things to think about, and Wu Zheng needs to grasp the most urgent things.

The most important thing at the moment is to go back to Wuzhuang, Wuzhuang, Shining Town, Shangyu County, Shaoxing Prefecture.

As long as he returns to Wuzhuang, Wu Zheng believes that with the financial resources of the Wu family, he can pull up a team.

And his status as a seven-rank military attache shows the righteousness of opposing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty.

Presumably, the local government will not be harsh and condemned.

As long as you have a team, even if you go to Pinggang Mountain (Shangyu Lingnan) to fight guerrillas, you can also oppose the Qing Dynasty and restore sight, right?

Wu Zheng was not a military genius, and he had never even been a soldier.

But he knows one thing very well, that is, in the face of the now strong Qing army, there are only two ways.

The first is the mid-stream attack, with a strong attack, like a counter-current, falling a seismic stone, let the wind and rain blow, standing still, so that will gather around the anti-Qing army.

But this, without strong strength, it can't be done at all, even if Wu Zheng has the memory of that young man, he can't do it now.

The second is Grandpa Mao's guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines, since the Qing army is unstoppable, then it will not be blocked.

Establish base areas behind enemy lines and build strength.

Trade space for time, and then launch a counterattack when the enemy is exhausted.

After all, the Tartars are foreigners, and even if they have surrendered to the Tartars, they all want to repeat.

What's more, at least Jiangnan is still under the control of Nanming.

As long as one battle is won, countless rebels will rise up.

Wu Zheng's mind gradually entered a meditative state.