Sometimes I think about killing all those enemies, and then I think about how bad it is to kill them all, and there is another thing in the world called waste utilization, so I am a merciful person.

The winter of 1647 was destined to be an unquiet winter. On February 28, 1647, just after the Spring Festival, Yue Xiaofei led ten large ships and 7,600 marines to attack the hinterland of the Qing court again.

The people along the coast were a little dumbfounded, because today was an eye-opener, no sailboats, no carts pulled by animals, no one knew where they came from, no one knew where they were going, and they only didn't see it and went home to sleep.

At that time, when Bo Luoping was in Zhejiang, he did too much, and the methods of the winning division were too ruthless. And there are many people here who resist the fierce folk customs, and there are many people who tease them so that they are sparsely populated here, and according to the ideas of the Qing court, it will naturally recover after a few decades, but now, I can't find someone to be a guide.

Therefore, Lu Fang and Jiang Yu each led an infantry battalion with more than 1,500 bicycles and four heavy companies to land on the southern coast of Ningbo, and they will cross the hilly terrain and go straight to the flank and rear of the Beilun Fort. Attack at the same time as the sea surface of the land. Fortunately, the ground in the south of the Yangtze River is quite flat, and I hurried overnight. By daybreak, they had arrived at a small village with only a few dozen families behind Beilun.

"Brother Huaiyu, shall we enter the village now?" Jiang Yu squeezed to Lu Fang's side.

In the dark night, two people dressed in one person, full of armor, with their backpacks hunched on the back rack of their bicycles. Only two eyes were visible from the black mask, and it was strange and scary to look at it suddenly in the dark.

"Don't worry, let people surround this village first, you are responsible for each platoon of machine gun squads to arrange the blocking line in the appropriate area around the outside of the village, I will take each company and one platoon into the village, and each family is responsible for one squad, how about it?"

"Okay, you have the final say."

Du Benchang of Dujiazhuang is sixty years old this year, and he has added a habit of burning incense after the Qing army occupied this place. Not for anything else, just to narrate in front of the ancestors.

"Father, mother and child are incompetent! Your two grandsons are good, and when the Tartar entered the village, he fought with them and died. It's only hard for your granddaughter-in-law, who runs the family alone. Father, mother, our Dujiazhuang let the bad thing, my son is old, useless Wow, I just want to keep this half breath to see how those beasts end, and grow up my hard-working son and your grandson, but I am satisfied. At that time, the son will be filial in front of his parents. Father...... Mother, you should be on it! ”

I think the old man is old, and he hasn't noticed the two figures quietly approaching behind him. The two of them slowly approached, jumped up, one covered the old man's mouth from behind, and the other hugged the old man's legs.

Du Benchang struggled twice, knowing that the two people holding him were very strong and had no hope of breaking away, so he gave up struggling. At this time, the person who put his arms around his neck spoke, and it was a beautiful official language.

"Shh......h Hush...... Don't make a sound, we're the Marines of Shenzhou City, we're Tartars, relax...... Relax, don't make a sound, you understand, you don't ......."

Du Benchang didn't know what kind of boundary Shenzhou City was at all, but he was holding an old life in the hands of others, so he had to nod his head to show that he understood.

"I'll let you go, you're not allowed to make a sound, understand?"

Du Benchang nodded again.

The man slowly relaxed and covered Du Benchang's hand.

"We are the marines of Shenzhou City, we are here to fight the Tartars, are there any Tartars in this village?"

"Master Jun, we don't have Tartars here, they just pass by during the day to rest, and they have never lived in our village."

"Okay, you take me in slowly, wake up your family gently, tell them who we are, what are we here for, don't make loud noises, quietly, do you understand?"

Old man Du Benchang nodded again.

The night is fading, and even the West has gradually seeped out a trace of whiteness, and the sky is really about to dawn, at least that's what the people in Dujiazhuang think.

The whole Dujiazhuang sank into a deeper loneliness. There are soldiers in the courtyard of every house, and every family is the same, whatever you do at home, you are not allowed to go out, and there are soldiers everywhere outside the door.

also said that in Du Benchang's family, the person who arrested him was the head and deputy squad leader of this class, and they only talked for a while, and they were all the same everywhere, what property was robbed, his son was killed, and women were ruined.

"Daughter-in-law, you go and kill our chickens and cook a meal for these officials."

"Don't be busy, don't be busy, sit down with your old man, we offended a lot just now because we didn't know the situation, it's better not to be surprised by your old man."

"Look at what the official said, you are fighting Tartars and contributing to our people, and I still have something to say that I am not happy to say. If you really want to use it, you can lift the little old man's head. ”

"The old man is serious, the old man, you can also do it" The squad leader took out his cigarette purse.

The old man took his cigarette purse and sniffed it deeply, "Oh! It's a scumbag.,It's also loaded with bean skin.,Okay.,It's been a long time since I've smoked such a good leaf.,It's really good to dare to love your life.。 "Put a bag of old leaf cigarettes, and smoke it.

Looking at the situation in the old man's home, he looked very poor, and the deputy squad leader poked the squad leader in the mouth.

A child leaned on the couch, a finger in his mouth, and a pair of round eyes looked curiously at the strange man in front of him. He had a thick white cloth wrapped around his head, and some blood was faintly showing it.

"Old man, ...... this kid?"

"Oh! On that day, the children were playing in the village and were hit by a couple of horses of Tartars passing by, alas! What can be done! Du Benchang shook his head.

"Go and call the medic."

The deputy squad leader said yes and turned around.

"Old man, this year's harvest is not bad!" As he spoke, the squad leader reached out and took out a can from his backpack, opened it in his hand, and beckoned to the child, "Come, come here, uncle, there is something delicious here!" ”

After a while, the military doctor came, thinking that the deputy squad leader had also told him, and he didn't say much when he came, just put down the medicine box and untie the white cloth on the child's head.

The man in the white mask scared the child, and he was timidly nestled in his mother's arms, still holding the canned meat tightly in his hands. The medic carefully used a bamboo camera to remove the cloth from his head, and the wound inside was already covered with a layer of mucus, which was a sign that it was about to thicken.

"Old man, how far is it from the fort in Beilun?" The squad leader asked again while filling Du Laohan with a bag of cigarettes.

"It's not far, it's only about seven or eight miles away, the kid dares you, but you want to see you there, hey! But no, I'm afraid that there are not five or six thousand Tartars stationed in the light army, and I don't know how many cannons are there. ”

"Don't worry, old man, tomorrow will be a good day for those Tartars!"