The military situation is like fire, and after only two days of mobilization, Mao Wenlong is about to lead the Phi Dao army to go on the expedition, and he must take advantage of the night to avoid Houjin's eyeliner, and the military port is full of torches or fire barrels, and the soldiers with luggage on their backs climb onto the ship one after another like ants.

Mao Wenlong really wanted to carry his stupid son, with a helmet under his elbow, and he was still chattering and teaching him a lesson as he walked towards the battleship.

"The court is not as simple as you think, if there is anything in the future, I will say hello to you Lao Tzu first, and then I will do it, Lao Tzu will help you with your staff!"

"You kid, don't think that when you become a general, your mother's wings are hard, Lao Tzu has eaten more salt than you have ever eaten, and if you fucking stab Lao Tzu like this, Lao Tzu will beat you to death!"

Mao Jue grew so big, he was twenty-six or seventy-seven years old before the crossing, four taels of rice a meal, and there were not three tons of rice he had eaten, but he also had to have two tons.

Of course, this can only be thought about in his heart, Mao Jue never dared to say it, and with the disappointment in his heart, he was all hanging his head and acting deferentially.

But when he arrived at the front of the boat, he reached out to put his helmet on, and Mao Wenlong stopped scolding, but suddenly patted Mao Jue's shoulder with a familiar but unfamiliar look, and for the first time in his voice, there was a little pride.

"Okay, you don't listen to Lao Tzu's words, and Lao Tzu doesn't say it, but your kid has really grown up, that Yuan Manzi spent tens of thousands of stones of grain and 100,000 taels of snowflake silver to win over right-wing Mongolia, but he didn't even know a fart, and as a result, my kid was able to calculate that Jiannu would make a big move in the Dongjiang River thousands of miles away, or enter the border wall in Mongolia, and now he Yuan Manzi is flustered, haha! It has to be thanks to Lao Tzu's son so that he won't lose his head! ”

"Lao Tzu may not be able to come back this winter! If you have time, you can come back two more times and see your aunt! She treats you like a son, as for your Aunt Shen......"

Speaking of this, Mao Wenlong couldn't help but pause, and then continued: "You can also take a look when you have time!" It's not easy for her, a nephew by her side, and let your kid collapse! ”

It is absolutely true to say that Mao Wenlong is poisonous enough, he can have his current status, he stepped on a lot of white bones, I don't know how many people have been used as stepping stones by him, but when the tiger also has warmth, at this time, this old man is no different from a chattering father, his eyes, Mao Jue is in a trance.

For a while, a little shame rose in Mao Jue's heart, people stole things, and they secretly stole money and cars, whether they wanted to or not, but he stole someone's living son, and he replaced him, if he knew the truth, what would this old man be hit into, Mao Jue didn't dare to think about it.

Covering up the strangeness under his eyes, Mao Jue hurriedly bowed and bowed.

"The child saved! This time I went to the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, and I hope that my father will take care of his body! Don't get hurt until the cold ......"

"You kid curse me, don't you?"

With a hearty laugh unique to martial artists, Mao Wenlong slapped Mao Jue on the shoulder again, and roared in a loud voice: "Don't worry, your father and I have been hiding for so many years!" Big husband, don't be that little daughter, that's it, Lao Tzu is gone! ”

It's really free, Mao Wenlong strode on the ship, this time the old guy really didn't look back, but Mao Jue kept bowing, until the big ship began to start in the harbor lagoon, with the waves speeding into the distance.

In the early years of Chongzhen, the largest strategic battle on the battlefield in Liaodong kicked off.

On the first day of October in the second year of Chongzhen, the Huang Taiji, who had just been harvested in autumn, sounded the battle horn in Shenyang, and was immediately won over by Yuan Chonghuan to the right-wing Mongolian Horqin Division, Karaqin Division, Zalut Division, Bahrain Division, Naiman Division, etc.

On October 24, the Houjin Eight Banners and the Mongolian cavalry swore to attack the Ming in Laoha and Hehe, broke through the Xifeng Pass of the Great Wall, and immediately divided the troops into three routes, and marched towards the pass.

In this era, there was Mao Jue, and his letter reminded Yuan Chonghuan two months in advance, but he didn't believe it at the first time, Yuan Chonghuan sent a large number of night scouts to the right-wing Mongolia, and it was not until September that the matter was determined, which was one month more preparation time than in history, but this month did not bring any change in the war situation.

Yuan Chonghuan sent the general Xie Shangzheng to return to Jizhen first, but Wang Yuanya, the prefect of Shuntian, did not appreciate it, and did not allow Xie Shangzheng to garrison Dunhua, forcing him to garrison Hongshankou City, on October 30, the Houjin army arrived, first broke the isolated Hongshankou, and immediately launched an attack on Zunhua City.

On November 2, the second batch of Liaodong Legion, the famous Guanning Iron Cavalry under the command of Zhao Shujiao, came to support, but this corps fell into the ambush circle of the Houjin army to wait for work, almost the whole army was annihilated, the general soldier Zhao Shujiao died in battle, the next day, the Houjin army attacked the city with all its might, the city was broken on the same day, and the governor Wang Yuanya, who died, did not lose his reputation, after kowtowing to the direction of the Beijing division, he committed suicide by hanging the beam.

The fall of Dunhua City was like a basin of cold water poured on the heads of Beizhili and the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces, and for a time Gyeonggi shook, the imperial court panicked, and King Qin's edict was sent out in all directions like no money, which triggered a second domino, and Yang He, the trilateral governor who was presiding over the appeasement of Shaanxi, no longer had an army at hand that could suppress the scene, and the Shaanxi peasant army began to show its prowess.

But at this time, the Iron Mountain, which was originally a battlefield outside the gate, was unusually calm and tranquil.

"It's all fast! Dig for Lao Tzu! ”

Standing on the top of the mountain, Su Changmei was like a boar in estrus, screaming with all her might.

At the end of October and the beginning of November, the weather had become significantly colder, and people shivered at night, and according to the experience of the old people, it would not take a few more days for the snow to fall, and before it could be there, the whole Iron Mountain Town was mobilized again.

In the bud rice field, a group of young people rushed in with sickles like locusts, and the big blades cut off the corn that was about to wither and yellow from the roots like chopping the slaves, and then piled them aside, while the women took small benches and picked out the bud rice cobs, which were piled up one by one with yellow and orange buds.

Zhengtian has corn, potatoes and sweet potatoes are trying to pick a remote mountain field, digging these two things is a bit troublesome, this is why Su Changmei shouted so badly, in his shouting, more than a thousand men wheeled hoes and dug desperately on the hillside, as if they wanted to dig out the mountain.

You have to pay attention to digging potatoes, planing along the roots, digging out even the soil with potatoes, you can't hurt the rhizomes, this amount of labor is large, and the tired bunch of ground handles are also palm bubbles, and this thing is dirty, and it is true that there is nothing to sell in the autumn for a morning, and a few acres of mountain fields have not been dug out.

However, this matter took a turn for the better at noon, this time it was to collect grain, plus these bastards did not work hard, Su Changmei did not let people send food over, and directly put the potatoes and sweet potatoes collected on the dried bud rice pole and burned, and then let the young people share it.

In this era, sweetness is a luxury, some people eat it immediately and even their tongues are hot, although the taste of baked potatoes is not as sweet as sweet potatoes, but it is also fragrant, these two kinds of babies from far away America, immediately conquered the taste buds of the people of Tieshan, as soon as they started to dry in the afternoon, these guys immediately changed the engine, one by one with a hoe and with the daughter-in-law to hand over the grain so positively, in a blink of an eye, the mountain was cut by them.

This made Su Fatzi finally breathe a sigh of relief.

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Good food is not afraid of late, although this year let Jiannu burn a full autumn harvest a month late, but still rushed to complete the harvest before the first heavy snow fell, a typical northeast appearance in Tieshan Town revealed.

Built in the farmhouse courtyard outside the fortress, a stack of buds and rice stacks are piled high, and there are still a lot of big buds and rice sticks hanging under the beams, which are sent by foreign girls to teach them to distinguish, and next year as a seed reserve, in the shade behind the house, piles of sweet potatoes and potatoes are placed there to dry, and the cellar is digging from house to house, ready to bury all the fruits of these victories.

A few handfuls of straw thrown into the stove, the kang immediately heated the buttocks, the stove hook stretched in, hooked out the hot potatoes, pulled off the ash, this Northeast sauce is a delicious meal, this harvest is really amazing, more than twice the harvest of wheat planted before, even if it is to hand over half as military food, it is enough for an old snack for a year, this is not yet the New Year, every household began to become jubilant.

Even Mao Jue's own dining table has changed.

A few sea miscellaneous fish fluttered unconvincingly under the pot, and soybean sauce was also placed in it, the soup was extraordinarily rich, and the peeled and steamed potatoes were rendered shiny, and Mao Jue muttered about the bud rice noodle potstickers for I don't know how long, and it was also gradually yellowed on the edge of the pot, exuding a fragrant fragrance.

Bud rice stubble sweet potato porridge, sweet potato stalks and pickles of pork skin paste, hanging oven potatoes, tofu, sauce, plus this hard dish, far away, the corners of the mouth of the girl in plain clothes are flowing with crystal saliva, a pair of small hands can't stop rubbing, and on the other side, the foreign girl Adriana who brought these things is very indecent with a few pieces of crystal clear dried sweet potatoes screaming, tired cheeks are painful, and they are happy to eat.

In terms of diet, these Westerners are really not as hollow as the Chinese, they eat potatoes, that is, stewed, and then pressed into a rotten puree, and eat as if eating thin mud, while chewing dried sweet potatoes, this girl is still full of surprise to Mao Jue asked.

"Young master, how do you know how to make so many sweet potatoes? Obviously, these two things only came to Liaodong? ”

It's a pity that, according to convention, in the face of this cheek-stuffed foreign girl, the listless Mao Jue has a blank eye.

"Ask God!"