More than 1,000 men and women were making noise on the dirt slopes and fields to build iron pots and find firewood for cooking.

Fan Tongzhou, Ding Yousanyou and others looked around the M977 heavy truck and M777 howitzer, as if they were looking at a monster, the huge iron car and iron cannon exceeded the imagination of people in this era.

In fact, the M777 is the lightest of modern artillery, the whole gun weighs less than 4 tons, and a Humvee can be towed and towed, compared to those big guys who are often more than ten tons, the size and weight of the M777 gun are too small - of course, the power is not so, but in the eyes of the Ming Dynasty, this thing is much more powerful than those so-called 6,000 catties of Hongyi cannons.

"Dare to ask the general, is this a return cannon?"

Fan Tongzhou had read the book and knew that there was a kind of return cannon in the history of the Western Regions, which was huge in size and very powerful, so he couldn't help but ask.

“NO！ This is the Citi Cannon. Yang Ming said angrily.

Fan Tongzhou stroked his palms and sighed: "General from heaven, the blessing of the Ming Dynasty." With this huge cannon, why not destroy the enemy? He Cheng is not ke?! ”

Yang Ming laughed twice, no one knows the power of this M777 cannon better than him.

"Let's go to attack Shunyi City tomorrow, everyone will come over after dinner, I have orders."

A few wooden sticks were inserted on the ground, covered with a wooden board, which was used as a dining table, Yang Ming, Fan Tongzhou, Ding Yousan and others sat around to eat, and Wang Cheng was also taken by Yang Ming to sit aside.

Looking at a few pieces of yellow and blackened dough on the table, Yang Ming didn't have a bit of appetite, and Ding had a few soldiers like the third rank, but their eyes lit up one by one and they devoured it.

After taking a sip of water and swallowing the bread in his mouth, Ding Yousan wiped his mouth and exclaimed, "Happy! Grandma's, I haven't had a full meal in days. Before the words fell, when he saw Yang Ming sitting at the top, he realized his gaffe and quickly closed his mouth.

Wang Cheng took a piece of cake, held it up and handed it to Yang Ming, and said, "My lord, you eat the cake." ”

Yang Ming took the cake with a smile, tore off a small piece, and handed the remaining large piece to Wang Cheng, saying, "I'm not hungry, you can eat quickly." ”

Wang Cheng snorted, took a big bite of the cake, chewed it vigorously, ate too quickly, he was obviously choking, and hurried to get water to drink, there was a crockpot on the table, which contained water, and a gourd scoop was used to scoop water.

Fan Tongzhou couldn't take care of Sven anymore, and said "The people take food as the sky", and also ate it in a big gulp.

Yang Ming ate a few bites of bread, and saw that the water in the clay pot was muddy, and he didn't know if the water was poured out of the skin bag carrying the water, or it was obtained from a ditch nearby.

He knew that this table was already the best condition, and the other captives could squat down and eat half of the bread, and beg for a sip of water to thank God.

After eating, Fan Tongzhou, Ding Yousan and a group of people hugged Yang Ming to patrol the camp. In Yang Ming's view, the camp in front of him is a military camp or a refugee camp, it's really hard to say, when the Houjin soldiers fled, the felt, tents and other camp tools they carried were left, the prisoners set up tents in a mess, some people were piling firewood, preparing to make a fire at night to keep warm, those relatively strong men, holding big knives and spears, weighed, and some of the Ming army routs among the captives had already put on the armor taken off the corpses of the Houjin soldiers.

When the busy captives saw Yang Ming and his entourage coming, they consciously or unconsciously took a few steps back and bowed to thank them.

Ding Yousan carried the captured broadsword, followed behind Yang Ming with his head held high, looking at the crowd of people who retreated to the side to salute, the feeling of a military master returned. In the past few days, I have been mixed in the pile of prisoners, and I have been scolded by the Houjin soldiers, and I have been whipped a lot, and what is even more angry is that those prisoners, who know that a few of them are routed, do not give a good face, although they dare not insult openly, but that kind of contemptuous look is more ugly than scolding the mother. The general of the defeated army, how dare he speak bravely, there are three things that can only be endured, but how long will he endure it? This way was escorted by the Houjin soldiers, and the fate of being a slave for the rest of his life in Jianzhou was unavoidable.

Today is an eye-opener, killing a Yang Ming halfway, and killing a Tartar is called a Lisuo. Ding Yousan saw Yang Ming's vigorous figure with his own eyes, shooting while charging, and the bullets were not missing, and those arrogant Tartars rolled down from their horses like sandbags, twitching and writhing on the ground, but they couldn't scream in their mouths, and the blood spurting out of their bodies seeped into the ground, dyeing the yellow earth with a dark red color.

It's better to win the battle, if you win the battle, you are the master. But how easy is it to win? Until today, Ding Yousan thought this was impossible. Thinking that day of the battle of Yongdingmen, tens of thousands of troops, were rushed by the Tartar soldiers and crushed, the brothers died and were wounded, if it wasn't for their own strength, desperately squeezed out of the chaotic soldiers, I am afraid that this life would be thrown there. After so many days of panic, Yang Ming's appearance today made Ding Yousan have the hope of victory again.

A young woman was holding a baby in her arms, her pale sleeves stained with mud, and the neckline of her dress was torn to hide her snow-white breasts with bruises and purple wounds. The woman's husband was killed by the Houjin soldiers for resisting, and the woman was taken captive with her child in her arms. Along the way, the women begged and flattered them not to hurt their children, and when they met the soft-hearted Houjin soldiers, the women would ask them for a little food and water to keep the mother and son alive.

※ The two main garments of women in the Ming Dynasty were worn in a wide range of ways, and their forms were similar to those of the Song Dynasty. The gown is generally divided into two styles, one is the collar, placket, and large sleeves, which belong to the dress of noble women; The second is the straight collar, placket, and small sleeves, which belong to the casual clothes of ordinary women. Bijia is a sleeveless, collarless cardigan waistcoat that is longer than later waistcoats, beyond the knee and down to the calf.

"My lord, the slave family can't eat enough, and the child has no milk......" The woman looked at Yang Ming with weak eyes and wept.

"Do you have any bread? Give her a piece. Yang Ming said to the people around him.

The surrounding captives were silent, and even if there was one, no one was willing to give it, and a few people shook their heads slightly to indicate that they were gone.

Yang Ming looked back at Fan Tongzhou, Fan Tongzhou sighed and said, "Everyone has been hungry these days, I'm afraid there is nothing left to eat." ”

"I have!" Xiao Wang Cheng stood up, took out a piece of cake from his arms and handed it to Yang Ming. When he was eating just now, although he was full, he still couldn't resist the fear of hunger, and secretly carried a piece of bread in his arms.

Yang Ming stepped forward, handed the bread in his hand to the woman, and said gently, "Here you go, eat it quickly." ”

The woman took the bread and, bothering to wipe the tears from her eyes, quickly put it into her mouth.

"As a soldier who eats food, wears armor and holds a gun, if he can't even protect the women of his own village, how can he face Jiangdong's father?"

Yang Ming looked back at Ding Yousan and said lightly.

Ding Yousan's face turned red all of a sudden, his lips were slumping and he couldn't speak, and the kind of military spirit that had risen just now suddenly withered.

Fan Tongzhou looked at Yang Ming with thoughtful eyes.

There was a noise and noise in the crowd in the distance, and Yang Ming led everyone to hurry over, but saw that it was two men who were shouting and scuffling together.

"Okay, I said you two, you two finally picked up a life today, and it's worth arguing like this for a piece of clothing?"

An older man was fighting, and the people around him also said yes.

"What's going on?" Yang Ming asked.

A man was overwhelmed with his fists and feet, and he was about to be defeated, and when he saw Yang Ming, he seemed to see a savior, and he knelt on the ground with a bang, shouting in his mouth: "Adult, be the master of the villain......"

"Get up, and say, What is it?"

But the man refused to get up, and knelt on the ground and shouted, "My lord, the jacket on his body is a villain." ”

Another man also quickly knelt down and said loudly: "My lord, don't listen to his nonsense, this jacket was distributed to the villains by the adults, why did it become his?" ”

After going back and forth, Yang Ming finally figured it out, it turned out that Fan Tongzhou and they distributed some clothes to the captives from the materials looted by the Houjin soldiers, so that everyone could sleep at night to keep out the cold, but I didn't expect someone to recognize that the padded jackets that others had been captured by the Houjin soldiers before, so they came forward to ask for it. Where is the man who is assigned the clothes willing to give, the Ming Dynasty of the Chongzhen year, is in the Xiaoice River period, the temperature drops, this cold night in the northern winter is not a joke, there is a cotton coat to protect against the cold is a beautiful thing that many people can't ask for, so the two sides went from quarreling to fists and feet, fighting.

"My lord, Lord Qingtian, let the villain be the master......" The man knelt on the ground and pleaded loudly.

"This ......" Yang Ming couldn't think of what to say for a while, he didn't understand the laws of the Ming Dynasty when he first arrived.

Looking back at Fan Tongzhou behind him, Yang Ming asked, "Mr. Fan, ...... you look?"

Fan Tongzhou waved at Yang Ming and said, "General, can the students take care of this matter?" ”

"There's Mr. Law." Yang Ming nodded.

Fan Tongzhou took a step forward, looked coldly at the two kneeling on the ground, and shouted: "It's not a formality!" ”

"Someone! Drag it down and hit the forty boards again. Fan Tongzhou folded his hands and shouted majestically.

Several sergeants beside Ding Yousan immediately stepped forward and dragged the two away, and after a while, the sound of ghosts crying wolves was heard from the two of them being beaten.

Fan Tongzhou hugged his fists at Yang Ming and said: "General, you are in a hurry, you can't let such a trivial matter disturb the morale of the army, the students have the courage to take care of it like this, please forgive the general." ”

Yang Ming nodded, thinking that this Fan Tongzhou was a ruthless character, decisive in handling things, and explaining the reason to himself when he was finished, striving for understanding and support, and his mind was also quite thorough.

The surrounding captives stood one by one with their hands bowed and their heads bowed, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Fan Tongzhou said: "It's late, please go back to the tent and rest." The students on duty on the night patrol camp have discussed with Ding Baizong, and each team of Ding Zhuang is led by the sergeant to patrol and keep vigil in different shifts, and it is expected that there will be no major problems. ”