In May of the second year of Chongzhen, the season was already summer, and it should be a good time for the grass to grow and warblers to fly, but the land of northern Shaanxi is still dry and rainless, and as far as the eye can see, except for the crown of a few snow-white old elm trees, which are still stubbornly spitting a little green, as far as the eye can see, there are thousands of ravines, and everywhere is a barren and dilapidated.

Even in the valley along the river, the land that could have been irrigated and cultivated was almost completely abandoned due to the military disasters that had happened in this world in the past six months, and only a few numb old people were occasionally turning in the field, hoping to find some wild vegetables.

In the wilderness, a gust of dry and hot wind, blowing through thousands of mountains, will not have the slightest bit of water, blowing all over the sky, yellow, so that people's eyes stay less than a few dozen steps away, in this gust of wind through the hills, and then blow into the valley bottom, will be a stretch of endless camp wrapped in it, and then wreaking, covering.

In this yellow sky, a huge curtain fluttered high in front of the tabernacle, and a black word fluttered and stretched on it, and the wind was so strong that the flagpole with the thickness of the small arm was bent into a bow, and it was so worrying that it struggled between breaking and not breaking.

Outside the big tent, a group of well-dressed righteous soldiers shrunk their necks, holding knives and guns, in the rolling loess, with their eyes closed, enduring misery, stomach hunger, seemingly dutiful vigilance, heavy curtains separating the inner and outer worlds into two worlds.

In the big tent, the turbid heat waves, mixed with the smell of wine and sweat, and all the smells you can imagine and imagine, rolled, constantly coming out of the cracks in the wind-blown tent curtains, making the few loyal soldiers frown.

In the whole big tent, the miasma of black smoke, the voices of people are boiling, the smell of wine is permeated, the foul language is all over the sky, a group of rude men wearing crooked hats, leaning over, and shirtless are holding wine bowls, gnawing mutton, accusing each other, scolding each other, from time to time, a piece of gnawed sheep thigh flew out and smashed at the opponent, the opponent was unceremoniously returned an empty bowl, of course that was not angry, jumped up at that time, pulled out the knife to cut people, the situation seemed to be about to get out of control.

Such aimless, fruitless quarrels and invectives have been going on for several days, and the topics discussed have not yet come to fruition.

But as long as the upper hand snorted softly, the two robes that were about to dry stopped stupidly, and the original-for-tat battle was reduced to a competition of abuse and voice.

There are dozens of people in the big tent, but no matter who they are, they don't dare to be disrespectful to the two people who got started.

There are two people sitting on the upper hand, a thin old man on the guest seat, always holding the wine bowl in front of his face, no matter how fierce your noise is, as long as it is not excessive, you will not say a word, occasionally move the wine bowl a little, revealing half of your face - it is the famous in the northwest, the original Allied Lord of the Rice Fat War - not sticky mud.

Non-sticky mud here is a respected old-timer, although there is a last battle of rice fat, failed to get what expected, and folded many brothers, but after the war, but got the money and food of Woniu Mountain, so climbed high and shouted, for two meals of gruel, that is the response to gather, only one winter and summer, it recovered again, and his subordinates gathered more than 20,000 people and horses, becoming the second largest strength and prestige in the big tent now.

The white-robed man sitting on the big tiger skin chair in the main seat leaned so much, squinted his eyes, stepped on an empty wine jar under his feet, held a wine bowl in his hand, and drank it for a while, in fact, there was no wine star in that bowl for a long time.

Listening to the noise in the big tent, his head was as big as a fight.

This person is Gao Yingxiang, who started at the beginning of the year.

In the last days of the Ming Dynasty, Gao Yingxiang is regarded as a hero, since he is a hero, he has the ability to judge the situation, and when he contacts around without sticking mud and forming an alliance to attack Mizhi, as a horse bandit, he smiled and declined the invitation of the old hero who is not sticky, and squatted in the distance from the battlefield to watch the play and watch a good show.

This scene is indeed very interesting, I was dazzled by it, I was obsessed with it, I was drunk and obsessed, and finally I finally saw the bridge I wanted to see the most, and the cannibalistic ending was good.

The reason why I say this is because Gao Yingxiang is a hero, and if he is a hero, he will not be at ease, and he will not be at ease when this troubled era is about to rise, he will be a horse bandit plainly, and take his group of brothers just thinking about tomorrow's food and the next wave of fat sheep.

Now, what he thinks about in his head is the emperor and the general, the land of Shanxi, and the great tomorrow. Yes, troubled times have come, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as a person who is always restless in his heart, he feels that the opportunity to show his ambitions has come.

As the so-called heroes come out of troubled times, the princes and generals are not born, and there are many emperors and Lao Tzu, all of whom have achieved a century-old hegemony in this troubled times, Gao Yingxiang thinks that he is definitely not worse than others, especially now, even more so.

Hungry everywhere, tigers and wolves everywhere, that is their endless soldier base, the strength of the three mountains and five mountains, that is their right-hand man, united, that is the heavens, the earth and the people, it is the time for the heroes to show their strength.

But since he is a hero, he has the ability to be a hero, and he has the heart to rebel, but he is definitely not a reckless person, everything must find the right opportunity to achieve great things.

The reason why he had this kind of thought, but politely declined the invitation that was not sticky, was because he Gao Yingxiang thought that the time had not yet come, and the current border army was still squatting not far away, but this tiger was entangled by another bigger tiger, and he couldn't spare his hands for a while. Dream your big spring and autumn dreams.

But infighting is what Gao Yingxiang wants to see the most, because, now he wants to achieve great things, but his own strength is really worrying, compared with the pole formed in these years and more than ten years, it is far from it, it is not a grade at all, once he gets into trouble, not only can he not get their help, but he is also very likely to touch their power territory, and the first person who wants to exterminate himself is definitely not the official army, but definitely these poles that have violated their interests, picked up the cheap, strong soldier Gao Yingxiang stood in front thoroughly.

Gao Yingxiang immediately used all kinds of means, or to co-opt, or to deter, all kinds of means came out, and suddenly gathered tens of thousands of horses, including the original alliance leader non-sticky mud has become his own command, at that time, everything was ready, only the east wind was owed, just waiting for an opportunity.

Originally, this opportunity was pressed on Mongolia to go south again, when the border army was contained, and he really set off the cannon and planted the flag, but there will be many changes during this period, and one careless will make his year's plan go to waste, but, God seems to be interested in helping himself, the Woniu Mountain pole suddenly raised the village to the south, and I don't know why, the border army is also like a cat that smells fishy, and the army is tailged away. An almost empty border army guarded the town.

So, Gao Yingxiang seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, climbed the heights, and the followers gathered, and poured into the solid plain at that time, sweeping the solid plain into a white land.

After getting the money and food of the people, his army suddenly reached 50,000, and then through his own means, there were 30,000 people directly under his own control, and in this army, that was the absolute main force and absolute authority.

With 50,000 troops in hand, Gao Yingxiang took advantage of the border army to the south and the emptiness of the north, and immediately launched a carpet raid on Yulin and other places in northern Shaanxi, robbing the rich, robbing the strong, and robbing the people, so that the entire Yulin Guyuan periphery has become a white land, and the people who have no chance of survival who have been robbed by themselves have joined their own team more enthusiastically, only in just one month, Gao Yingxiang's army has reached 100,000, and for a while, there is no pole in the world compared with it.

When the army is big, it must have a name, and it is loud and loud to have appeal, but it must not fly on the grass, and it is called the level of breaking the sky, but let these people give a loud and majestic name, which is indeed more difficult than letting them have children, so let's pick up the ready-made, a group of brothers discussed and discussed, and unanimously proposed that it was called Chuang Wang, but, I heard that the Woniu Mountain pole had been playing the banner of breaking the word a month ago, and it seemed inappropriate to call it again, but this name is indeed too attractive, There is really nothing louder than this name in the world, in this case, the brother's subordinates can take it, and a name of outsiders is not a problem, so Gao Yingxiang made a decision to call it King Chuang, but after all, he has 100,000 soldiers, and he is not comparable to Lu Shi, who is beaten by the border army and does not know life and death, so he added a big character in front of King Chuang, which is called King Chuang, which is even louder and mightier.

When everyone was in full swing, the good times didn't last long, but I didn't expect the border army to be rushed by Lu Shiyi in Yanchuan, and then I didn't have the courage to pursue the thieves in Woniu Mountain.

Originally, Gao Yingxiang and others thought that the 50,000 border troops in Yanchuan could not even do anything with more than 10,000 Woniu Mountain poles, and now they came back to clear only 20,000, and with their own 100,000 male soldiers against 20,000 newly defeated border troops, it was easy to play, so they set up a dignified formation on Yizhang Plateau and launched a dignified battle with 20,000 border troops, hoping to use the majesty of this battle to completely play the prestige and gain a firm foothold in northern Shaanxi.

It's a pity that this time God seems to be sleeping, no longer taking care of himself, 100,000 against 20,000, but in just half a day, his 100,000 army was wiped out, escaped from the battlefield, counted and collected, and there were no more than 40,000 frightened birds.

The reason why he lost this battle is not unjust, and the reason why he is not unjust is that he did not take advantage of the opportunistic battle, but he lost this battle and did not accept it, the same border army, the same pole, why can't he stand up to 10,000 in Woniu Mountain if he is 100,000?

Gao Yingxiang can't figure it out, but no matter whether he thinks it out or not, he has no way back, and northern Shaanxi can't stay anymore, not to mention, this time the border army is looking at his own soft bun, that is, the army's soldier replenishment and the collection of grain and grass have become problems, because this northern Shaanxi has been eaten up and burned by its own army, even if it should be the time to harvest spring wheat, but there is no wheat to harvest in northern Shaanxi like white ground, what to do next, where to go, this is a big problem.