Back on May 23, the day when Houjin officially attacked the Golden State defensive line.

This time, Houjin exerted all the strength of the whole country, mobilized more than 100 cattle records under 5 banners, and recruited a group of Horqin Mongols. If you count the Han Baoyi, who were forced to participate in the war, the Jiannu army of more than 25,000 people was assembled on the road that stretched hundreds of kilometers from Gaizhou to Jinzhou. Before the war, the National Security Bureau sent intelligence to Yuan Chonghuan in western Liaoning, indicating that about one-third to one-half of the army of the Later Jin was squatting in southern Liaoning. If he is ambitious and courageous, he will send Guan Ningjun to intervene, and maybe he can make the emperor happy with some heads.

But we didn't expect anything from Guan Ningjun... After all, this army, which eats millions of taels of silver every year, has no fart, and it has been almost ten years since the fiasco of Guangning, and the whole process has been playing soy sauce in Liaoxi.

From the Jinzhou defense line to the north, the Later Jin army divided the camp by banner. This time, the protagonist of our story, was still wearing the blue flag as a coat Ahha.

His name is Zhang Tai, a native of Fushun, and his family has been farming for generations. During the Wanli period, the old slaves rebelled, and Zhang Tai fled south with his eldest brother, but in the end he was captured in Liaoyang and became a slave of the Eight Banners.

At this time, Zhang Tai was wearing a shabby cotton coat, which was stuffed not with cotton, but with Ula grass. This ragged clothes accompanied him for several years, and rescued him several times in the cold winter of Liaodong. Since he had no clothes to wear, Zhang Tai could only wear this thick clothes to fight again.

He didn't come to fight voluntarily. This time he went south, Zhang Tai was led by his master, a Yu Ding with a yellow flag, carrying the master's dry food and weapons along the way, and like tens of thousands of other coats, he walked from Liaozhong to Jinzhou step by step. Soon, these self-propelled transport planes will again serve as sappers, digging tunnels to their female Allah to the defensive line. This batch of Jiannu with yellow flags came to a total of one Jiala, that is, five Niu Lu more than 100 Zhenyi. They had come to set the Blue Banner as the Chosen Remnants, nominally under the control of the Duoduo, but everyone knew that they had come to set the Blue Banner to supervise the honest warfare of those who had placed the Blue Banner. The blue flag has fought for so long in Jinzhou and the Australian Song Dynasty, and Huang Taiji has more or less heard that they suffer from Song phobia.

Zhang Tai had been digging the pit for an afternoon and evening, until there was no longer a ray of sunshine, and he was replaced and sat in front of the camp to eat. The already dirty cotton clothes had a thick layer of dirt, and the smell of dirt and sweat added the breath of time to this weather-beaten garment. But Zhang Tai no longer felt the smell. He was clutching a piece of multigrain cake in one hand and a broken clay bowl with water in the other, and was struggling to swallow the dry cake between his throats. This kind of cake is made of unknown grain, and Zhang Tai also tastes the bitter taste of grass seeds, which will rub his throat when swallowed.

Suddenly there was a horn outside the camp. Zhang Tai couldn't take a break, and his body got up like a conditioned reflex. As he stuffed the cake into his pocket, he quickly sucked his right hand, swallowed the crumbs stuck to his hand into his mouth, drank the water from the bowl in one gulp, stuffed the bowl into his waist, and ran over with the other coatings around him.

The horn was sounded by a lama with a yellow flag. He stood under the blazing torches, the light of which reflected off his bare skull. The gloomy face was covered in shadows, the mouth was tightly pursed, and the eyes flashed with a fierce light. When the coats were almost there, he turned his gaze to a white armor. The white armor nodded to him, indicating that all the coats had arrived.

Then he shouted, "Now go ahead and dig the pit!" Dig at least ten feet forward tonight! ”

The coats below all raised their heads, their mouths moving slightly, but no one dared to speak.

After Najia Lae Zhen finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the surrounding remnants gathered around, shouting and scolding loudly and driving Bao Yi into the tunnel.

Zhang Tai went to the ground silently. He came a little late, so he walked at the back, followed by his master. Zhang Tai asked in a low voice: "Master, isn't it tomorrow to dig again?" ”

His master, Zhang Tai told me that the man's name was Da Chun, spat a mouthful, glanced at the other Yu Ding, and said in a low voice: "Jia Lae Zhen said a big thing in front of Gushan Ezhen, and the day after tomorrow I will dig the tunnel under the Han Dog City, and I can't sleep even if the dog is tired." ”

Zhang Tai nodded, and then walked forward in silence. Da Chun is similar in age to him, he is the only one in the family, he is reluctant to be whipped, and those who stutter must share a little bit of him and not starve to death, Zhang Tai is not very afraid of him, so he asks questions.

But the master is the master, and Da Chun will not help Zhang Tai dig the soil. After the Baoyi went down to the pit to dig the soil, the Yu Ding gathered together to chat, and happened to see that Baoyi wanted to be lazy, so he went over to whip a few whips.

Zhang Tai silently waved his hoe and cut open the connected dirt. The remnants of the Jiannu disliked that the mud would splash on their bodies, and naturally gradually separated themselves. The wrappers around him gradually gathered, and Peng Sanyong, who was also in the same Niulu, came over with a basket, loaded the mud into the basket with his hands, and then panted and pulled the basket back, transporting the mud to the rear and throwing it away.

Half an hour later, the panting in the tunnel was noticeably louder. The wrappers carried their hands on their shoulders and worked in the mud for more than an hour, and they really had no strength. They were supposed to work all afternoon, then rest and wait until the sun rose tomorrow to resume their work. As a result, they were forced to work overtime all night this time, and the already exhausted slaves were rapidly becoming less efficient.

The Yu Ding, who had been speaking in the back before, quickly noticed them. One shouted and cursed to come forward, and the other Yu Ding grabbed him casually and did not let him come over to teach the slaves a lesson. These clothes are the personal property of the remnants, and they lose their own money when they die of fatigue, and there are no extra slaves in the banner to supplement them.

Zhang Tai has been listening to the movement behind him with his ears pricked up. Seeing that the scolding behind him disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he should be lazy.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden angry shout behind him, followed by the sound of a whip cutting through the air. A scream and the sound of the whip making intimate contact with the flesh came at the same time, and Zhang Tai looked back sharply, but it was one of Yu Ding lying on the ground, his body curled up like a boiled shrimp, and red blood stains appeared on his back.

Looking up at the whip hanging beside Yu Ding, Zhang Tai saw that Jia La's forehead was really standing above the pit with a hideous face, holding the whip in one hand and the shun knife in the other, looking at the coats below with red eyes. "Look at what! Keep it up! "If you don't finish it tonight, I'll take one of you and cut it down!" ”

After shouting, Na Ezhen waved his whip again and hit Yu Ding, who was standing behind the supervisor. The crisp sound of the whipping on his body and Yu Ding's screams kept ringing, but they couldn't hide the real roar of Jia La's forehead.

Zhang Tai can listen to the Manchu language, and the Jialama behind him is really cordially greeting the female relatives of the Yu Ding. But he didn't have the heart to watch Yu Ding's excitement at this time, and a few white armors who came with Jia Lae Zhen had already pounced on them with whips and frantically pumped their clothes. Zhang Tai clenched his teeth and squeezed every ounce of strength out of his muscles to lift the hoe. He could really feel that his arm was getting more and more sore, and the hoe was getting heavier.

"Slow down, slow down, they can't tell...", a sentence came out of his heart for no reason. He subconsciously slowed down the frequency of his work, until there was a sound of breaking the air behind him. Zhang Tai immediately felt bad in his heart, but there was already a sharp pain in his shoulder. He screamed "ahh

A white armor jumped down behind him, scolded in Manchu and waved his whip, and hit Zhang Tai who was rolling on the ground.

Zhang Tai held his head in both hands, his body curled up together, lying on the ground and not daring to move. This is his experience of being beaten by the Dachun family, and he has to save his head at this time. Elsewhere, the wounds can be healed, but if you are whipped on the head, you may be killed directly. When he was beaten, he had to try not to scream, he had seen a neighboring Baoyi scream with his own eyes, and his master beat him up and killed him directly.

Sure enough, the white armor got tired after more than a dozen whips, stuck the whip back into his waist, and said in stiff Chinese: "You work immediately, whoever is lazy again, I will cut off his head!" ”

Zhang Tai blushed and gasped a few times, gritted his teeth and got up again. He endured the sharp pain on his shoulders and back, grabbed the hoe and swung it desperately. His hands were so the hoe pole that his veins were prominent. Peng Sanyong, who was beside him, put the straw rope of the basket around his neck, pulled the basket with both hands, lifted the basket after a muffled snort, and staggered away, but put down the basket without taking a few steps, and his body was low and panting.

Zhang Tai waved his hoe while paying attention to Peng Sanyong with his peripheral vision. Peng Sanyong's panting sound was like a bellows, as if he was about to spit out the fragments of his lungs. He gasped a few times, then lifted his head again, the tendons on his neck bulging, and lifted the basket full of dirt again a foot above the ground, and staggered forward, until he had not taken a few steps and fell to the ground, and his whole head was smashed into the mud in the basket.

Zhang Tai's heart was not good, and Bai Jia, who had been staring at them from behind, had already scolded and stepped forward, grabbed Peng Sanyong's braids, and lifted him up from the ground: "Han dog! You're lazy! ”

Peng Sanyong raised his hand while panting, grabbing Bai Jia's hand and trying to break it open. His legs were propped up on the mud floor, and he kept shaking as soon as he exerted his strength, and he couldn't stand up at all.

The white armor looked at Peng Sanyong's appearance, and his face became more and more angry. He scolded angrily and grabbed Peng Sanyong's collar, dragged him against the wall of the tunnel, pulled out his knife and swung it violently.

Zhang Tai didn't know when he had stood up straight. He looked at Bai Jia who was wiping his hands in a daze, just like the dozen or so coats around him. Farther away, the coaters were still digging in the dirt, busy as cattle and horses, unresponsive to what was happening here, unable to do anything or indifferent. The blood splashed on his forehead slowly flowed, and Zhang Tai subconsciously rolled his eyes and saw a little hazy red droplet.

It's still a little warm, Zhang Tai thought.