It was still dark, and the field was covered with a thick fog, and after a night's rest, the captives had gotten up and packed up. The firewood for cooking in the pot reflected a touch of red in the white mist, and the voices of people, horses, and soldiers were mixed together, bringing a restless atmosphere to the cold winter morning in North China.

When Yang Ming woke up, Wang Cheng and the little lady had already gotten up, and when they saw Yang Ming get up, the little lady held a copper basin in both hands, stepped forward with a smile, and said with a smile: "General, please wash." ”

I saw a white cloth on the edge of the copper basin, although the white cloth was very old, but it looked quite clean, and it was obviously carefully washed. The little lady held a copper basin with a pair of plain hands, and her ten fingers were like green onions, although there were some traces of frostbite, she still couldn't hide her delicate and feminine.

"Oh, not necessarily. This one...... I brush my teeth first. Yang Ming felt a little uncomfortable being served by a woman like this for the first time, but he couldn't help but feel a little grateful to the little lady in his heart.

Open the marching bag, take out the toothbrush, squeeze the toothpaste, Yang Ming unscrewed a bottle of pure water, raised his head and drank two sips, brushed his teeth, and his mouth was full of foam for a while, but the little lady put down the copper basin, and handed a crockpot to Yang Ming and waited.

Although the living conditions are almost there, it feels quite comfortable to be served, and at this point, Yang Ming is no longer polite, and the little lady waits to finish brushing his teeth, and he takes out his towel to wash his face.

"General, your toothbrush has an ivory handle?" The little lady held the copper basin and asked Yang Ming softly.

"Ivory handles?" Yang Ming twisted the towel, feeling a little puzzled at first, but then he understood.

Toothbrush in the Ming Dynasty is a more popular living utensils, most of the general people use wooden handles, and those who pursue exquisite life of the rich and noble, there are bone handles and ivory handles, although Yang Ming used only an ordinary cheap toothbrush, but the plastic material of the toothbrush handle is obviously the people of this era have never seen, if you want to compare, only ivory seems to be relatively close.

"Oh, no, it's just a regular toothbrush - if you like it, I'll give you one."

"The general is very gracious, how dare the slave family use such a valuable thing." There was a soft chuckle in the little lady's voice.

Yang Ming couldn't help but glance at the little lady, but saw that her eyes were autumnal, her face was as smooth as jade, she was actually a dignified and pretty beauty, after a night of eating and resting and a morning of grooming, and the image of the refugees in the pile of prisoners yesterday was different from heaven and earth.

The little lady obviously also noticed Yang Ming's gaze at her, but she didn't dodge, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes flowed, looking back at Yang Ming.

Yang Ming's face was slightly red, he quickly retracted his mind, wiped his face, put down the towel, and said, "Thank you, I don't know what the little lady is called?" ”

"The slave's surname is Xu, the single word is Ying, and the wind is clear and the moon is Ying."

"The wind is clear and the moon is shining, the natural standard rhyme, and it is the show of the boudoir." Yang Ming remembered a few sentences of Li Zhiyi's "Queqiao Immortal" in the Song Dynasty and recited it casually.

"The concubine is like a willow, I really don't dare to ......" The little lady's eyes suddenly dimmed, bowed slightly, and retreated with the copper basin.

Yang Ming was stunned, feeling that his words seemed to be a little abrupt, but he didn't have time to think about it, he put on his rifle, lifted the curtain and walked out of the tent, a cold wind came to his face, and there was a chill on his face that had just been dipped in water.

Outside the tent, Fan Tongzhou, Ding Yousan and several others were already standing there waiting, and when they saw Yang Ming coming out, they hurriedly stepped forward and hugged their fists and said, "General, morning." ”

Yang Ming nodded and said, "Everyone, how is the team's preparation?" ”

Ding Yousan said: "The tent baggage equipment is being cleaned up, and it can be opened after eating." ”

"Everyone's done a great job. Military affairs, please be sure to restrain the personnel of the department, follow the step-by-step, and there must be no mistakes! Yang Ming arched his hand to everyone and said in a deep voice.

"Whoa!" Everyone bowed to Yang Ming and hugged their fists together.

……

"You don't care about anything, the car in front of you turns this way, you turn the steering wheel a little bit this way, the big the turn, you turn a little more, the small turn you turn a little less. When the turn is over and straight, you turn the steering wheel back to its original position, where it is...... That's it, yes, that's back to where it was......"

Taking advantage of the time for the team to eat and reassemble, Yang Ming also sorted out his equipment, he cleaned up the ammunition in the back compartment of the Humvee, hung the Humvee with a hard connection to the back of the heavy truck, and then hung the M777 howitzer shells behind the Humvee. The Hummer is a full-time four-wheel drive system, and it must be in a starting state when towing, otherwise it will damage the gearbox, as for the steering wheel, it is not necessary, it doesn't matter if the car starts to hang the neutral gear and drags it for dozens of kilometers, but there is a person who plays the steering wheel in the car will be more labor-saving, and the wear and tear on the tires will be less - of course, if it is not done well, it will have the opposite effect, so Yang Ming repeatedly told Wang Cheng.

"Remember, don't move anywhere else, if you don't understand, you just straighten the steering wheel, look at it, this position is straight. I'd rather not turn the steering wheel than straighten ......"

Yang Ming was sweating profusely, and Wang Cheng was also confused when he listened.

"Do you understand?"

Wang Cheng stared at Yang Ming and didn't dare to say anything.

"Ahem, or you don't care about it, just let it stand straight and don't touch ......the steering wheel," Yang Ming said helplessly.

"General, the slave family saw you spin this disc...... When you get behind the wheel, the wheels are deflecting with it, right? Xu Ying, who was holding the child and watching the excitement, suddenly asked.

"Exactly! That's it, when turning, the wheels should be deflected in the same direction......" Yang Ming said.

"Yes! But when you go straight after turning, you have to straighten the wheels, otherwise you will screw it......" Xu Ying looked at Yang Ming, her eyes sparkling.

"That's it......" Yang Ming felt that Xu Ying, this little lady, was not only beautiful, but also very smart.

"So, General, can the slave family sit next to him and help remind Wang Xiaogongzi?"

"That's a good dare, you can save the child from the wind and cold when you sit in the car." Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little more confident.

"Please rest assured, the slave family is next to him, although he does not dare to say that it is completely correct, but he will never make a big mistake." Xu Ying said to Yang Ming very confidently.

"Well, I trust you."

The heavy truck was started, and with the roar of the engine, the excellent off-road performance of the M977 was fully demonstrated in the land of North China in the 17th century. Hanging on the lowest gear, the heavy truck dragged the Humvee and the M777 howitzer slowly, followed by a team of more than 1,000 people, according to the plan agreed the night before, the team had been lined up, the forward, the flanks, and the rear guard were composed of the people led by the armored sergeants, and in the middle were women and children and baggage.

"Twenty miles ahead is Shunyi City." Fan Tongzhou, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the heavy truck, said to Yang Ming, with a look mixed with excitement and uneasiness on his face.

"Shunyi City is guarded by more than 1,000 captives, and the leader is Haogebele, the eldest son of Hou Jin Tiancong Khan."

"The captives used Shunyi as a base, and the people, wealth, grain and grass captured from all over the country were all gathered in Shunyi City and transported north one by one."

Fan Tongzhou escaped from Shunyi City, and he knew a lot about the situation in the city, which he had actually told Yang Ming yesterday, but he was still repeating it to Yang Ming at this time, I don't know if he was reminding Yang Ming to pay attention to the enemy's situation, or suppressing the tension in his heart.

Yang Ming listened to Fan Tongzhou's words quietly, nodded slightly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth, and handed it to Fan Tongzhou.

Fan Tongzhou took the cigarette and looked at it carefully, the white and slender cigarette roll was full and smooth, and the filter at the tail was seamlessly joined together, like a work of art in his hand, I really don't know where this thing was produced and how it was made.

With a "ding", a flame came out of the ZIPPO lighter and was handed to Fan Tongzhou. Fan Tongzhou leaned up, lit a cigarette, took a sip, and suddenly felt a burst of comfort all over his body, the smoke turned around in his heart, and with a long sigh slowly spit out, Fan Tongzhou had a feeling that he was dreaming.

Just a day ago, he was still in the prisoner team by the Houjin soldiers, and he was going back to Shunyi City where he escaped, at that time, Fan Tongzhou had already thought of death, as a famous Ming scholar, he was captured again, Fan Tongzhou had already made up his mind, and returned to Shunyi City to take a last look at his wife and children - if they were still there, they would die to thank the king. Unexpectedly, he killed a Yang Ming in the sky, and I don't know what kind of magic weapon he had, like a heavenly soldier descending to earth, he actually killed nearly 200 captives by himself and rescued himself and the prisoners. After more than ten years of fighting between the Ming Dynasty and the Later Jin, those Eight Banner soldiers with shaved money rat tail braids have almost become synonymous with invincibility in the eyes of the Han people...... It's too unreal, it's too unreal.

Fan Tongzhou was smoking, his thoughts were churning, but Yang Ming on the side seemed to be full of carelessness, he was driving the car, smoking a cigarette leisurely, the cab was full of smoke, bathed in the warm air sent by the air conditioner, and he felt more comfortable than in a sleeping bag. Fan Tongzhou saw Yang Ming press something on the car door, the crystal clear and translucent window was lowered, a fresh cold wind blew in, and the smoke in the cab rolled out from the crack in the window.

There were two sergeants on horseback on each side of the heavy truck, Yang Ming drove the truck at the slowest speed, less than 20 kilometers per hour, but it was still too fast compared to the 4 kilometers per hour of the team behind, these four sergeants on horseback were specially responsible for vigilance and communication, despite this, Yang Ming still had to drive for a while and stop the car, so as not to pull too far away from the team behind.

"Captive Sentinel!"

The sergeant on horseback outside the car shouted loudly, with a little tremor in his voice.

Looking out the window, the sun had risen and the morning fog had mostly dispersed, and about two miles away in front of the woods, two horseback soldiers on horseback stood with their heads looking in the direction of the truck.

Yang Ming lightly stepped on the brakes and slowly stopped the car.

"General, what should I do?" Outside the window, a sergeant on horseback leaned close to the window and asked, his face unable to hide his fear.

"Don't panic, wait for the people behind to catch up."

The brigade followed, and apparently they had spotted the rear golden sentry riders in front of the flank, and there was a twist in the neat marching column.

"Go and tell Ding Baizong to send twenty horsemen to drive those two Tartars away." Yang Ming gave an order to the sergeant outside the window.

"General, I'm afraid that twenty cavalry will not work, and I have to add thirty infantry to follow......" Fan Tongzhou reminded Yang Ming on the side.

Yang Ming nodded, and the sergeant outside the window turned his horse's head and went back.

After a while, twenty sergeants on horseback came out, all of them wearing armor, some of them wearing heavy armor, holding spears, sabers and other weapons in their hands, and some of them holding bows, all of them pale faces, and some of them still had bean-sized cold sweat on their faces.

Many of these infantrymen with spears and broadswords were not real sergeants, but Ding Zhuang among the prisoners, they lined up crookedly, their legs trembled, and their weapons were almost unstable.

Yang Ming frowned, pushed the car door and jumped out of the car, slammed the car door shut, and closed it with a bang.

"Ding Baizong, let the cavalry be separated on both flanks, and the infantry will be in the middle array!" Yang Ming ordered Ding Yousan, who was in the lead.

Ding Yousantie blushed and shouted loudly, and the horse team scattered to both sides, the infantry in the middle You look at me, I look at you, and I can't take a step after grinding.

"Rubbish!" Yang Ming scolded angrily, knowing that these people could not be counted on. He walked a few arrows to the jeep, opened the back door, slipped in, and leaned out of the shooting window on the roof.

Unlocked the M240 machine gun on the jeep, opened the safety, turned the direction of the muzzle, and adjusted the ruler to a distance of one thousand meters, Yang Ming aimed at the two Houjin Sentinels and fired a few long shots.

The horse ridden by one of the Houjin soldiers neighed and raised its front hooves, and fell down in a half-circle, while the horse of the other Houjin soldier fell backwards with a clatter, probably frightened by the whizzing of bullets fired into the surrounding dirt, the Houjin Sentinel hurriedly turned his horse's head, clamped his legs, and the horse ran away with great difficulty.

The soldier who fell to the ground with the horse struggled to get up, limping to run far away, presumably wounded by a bullet in the leg, but he obviously did not understand the power of the 7.62mm machine gun bullet, and dragged his injured leg before he could run two steps before he fell to the ground.

"Up!" Yang Ming waved his hand and shouted at Ding You.

The horses and infantry suddenly perked up, shouting and brandishing their swords and spears, and rushed towards the Houjin soldiers who were lying on the ground and twitching in the distance.

Yang Ming shook his head with a wry smile, locked the machine gun, and retracted his body into the car from the shooting window.

Wang Cheng stood in the driver's seat and looked back at Yang Ming, with an excited look on his face. His young age and height are not enough, this way is a crane with a body and half standing to operate the steering wheel, the first time to drive, obviously very exciting and fresh.

The baby in Xu Xiaoniang's arms was awakened by the sound of machine guns, crying wow, the little lady put the child's face into her chest, and comforted softly, but her eyes looked back at Yang Ming, her pretty face was blown red by the warm wind of the jeep, and she couldn't hide the admiration in her heart.

The horses and infantry who had attacked had returned, their heads had been cut off, their weapons and armor had been retrieved, and more than a dozen men dragged the dead horses and stacked them on the baggage carts.

"You just let me down!"

Twenty cavalrymen and thirty infantry lined up, facing the side of the jeep, and Yang Ming stood in the shooting window on the roof of the car, like a general on a modern parade soldier, lecturing the horses and infantry.

The voice shouted out of his mouth was still too small, and Yang Ming wanted more people to hear his words.

The jeep is equipped with a tweeter equipment, which is used to deal with "unarmed hostile personnel", that is, to shout at those who shout slogans and throw stones at the gate of the military base, considering that Xu Xiaoniang is sitting in the car with the baby in her arms, and the distance is too close for fear that the sound will damage the baby's hearing, Yang Ming gave up the idea of using a tweeter to speak, he rummaged through the marching bag in the jeep, and found a portable loudspeaker, which is the kind of hand-held horn that is generally used by hawkers who walk the streets and alleys to sell things.

Yang Ming raised the speaker to his mouth, blew a breath, and the horn made a whirring sound, the horses and infantry in front of him were startled, and the large army was also agitated, and people chattered with each other in amazement and discussion.

"Silence!"

Yang Ming roared, and the crowd quieted down all of a sudden, and the "soldiers" in front of them stood up straight alone, not daring to move.

"I'm disappointed with your performance!" Yang Ming began his lecture.

"To put it mildly, a rabble! How can you go to war and capture cities? ”

"There are only two Tartar soldiers, and there are dozens of you, what are you afraid of? What is there to be afraid of? Even if you go up empty-handed, you will bite him to death. ”

"I reckon that when the actual battle comes, most of you will definitely run away. But have you ever thought about it, no matter how fast you run, are there any Tartar soldiers' horses? Are there Tartar soldiers who have fast arrows? ”

"If you escape, the final result is not that you will be killed and captured by the Tartar soldiers, isn't this how you were all captured? Which one escaped?! ”

"If you want to run away from the war, you guys should get out of Lao Tzu now! Now get out, without the Tartars chasing you and killing you, you will have a few more hours to live. ”

"Whoever wants to get out, stand up for Lao Tzu now!"

Yang Ming looked around and yelled. No one stood up, the crowd stood quietly, or tilted their heads, or lowered their heads, and even the mules and horses in the baggage team were infected by this murderous atmosphere, and did not move.

In this chaotic and freezing season, anyone who dared to leave the team would either freeze to death or starve to death, and it was lucky to be captured by the Tartar soldiers as a slave.

"Whoever dares to cowardly the enemy in the future will be punished on the spot!"

Yang Ming vented angrily, and saw that no one in the team dared to say anything, so he was a little angry.

"Queue, forward!"

Seeing that the team was reorganized and set off again, Yang Ming retracted his body into the jeep.

"General, please calm your anger, everyone will definitely listen to you." Xu Xiaoniang, who was sitting in the front row, said softly, as if she was comforting the child in her arms.

"Hehe, don't scare them, when they get to the city, the enemy will rush, and these thousand or so people will die if they trample on themselves." Yang Ming shook his head helplessly.

Little Lady Xu gave Yang Ming a soft smile.