Pastoral care.

"Your Majesty is quite scheming!"

Gan Hui and his chief instructor, Yang Xin, stood on the gate and looked at the cars in the distance, holding a check for 50,000 yuan and said.

This was sent by Qian Qianyi last night.

The Son of Heaven of Longxing took him and his subordinates to escort all the way hard, so he rewarded 50,000 dragon yuan as a reward, and waited until Nanjing to have another reward, just like this kind of escort work, how can not be an earl, in short, the 50,000 will be received first, and there will be more in the future, as long as you ......

As long as you don't get into trouble!

Obviously, Long Xing Tianzi and his ministers are not stupid, they are also aware of the danger of this trip, and they have made a careful plan. The emperor, who has always claimed to take the Cuihan Road to Luoyang, and by the way, inspect the front-line armies and then go down the Yellow River, after less than 20 miles out of Weinan City, he suddenly turned back at the fastest speed and remembered the scenery of Wuguan Road. Then they immediately turned to the Tongyou Ancient Road and went straight to the pastoral guard, so that all the arrangements of Gan Hui and Qin Ming were all in vain, and it also made the assassins of the Zhengzhou Town Shoufu and Jinyi Wei Luoyang standing in the mountains in vain. Even the other Ming generals along the Yellow River were most likely already making deployments in vain.

He was not ready to walk the Yellow River.

It is impossible to take the Yellow River by taking the Shangzhou Road, he went out of Wuguan and directly entered Jin Shenghuan's defense area and then went south to the south of the Han River, I have to say that this false shot made everyone very embarrassed!

"Dying throes!"

Yang Xin sneered.

This brigade commander is the political commissar.

It is mainly responsible for instilling loyalty and mythology to the soldiers of Chu Guogong, of course, including the political philosophy of Chu Guogong, especially Juntian Thought, and the Zhaozhao Mandate of Heaven for external expansion. In fact, a semi-religious and semi-political ideological system with a certain mythological color, with Yang Qing as the belief, Juntian Thought, the principle of building a country through industry and commerce, and foreign expansion as the mandate of heaven, had already been formed in the early Ming Dynasty.

Similarly, the rudiments of political parties were also formed in soldiers, factories and imperial villages, but at present they were only spontaneous small organizations, such as various study clubs, and they were not really integrated.

But the faith is the same.

Gan Hui handed Yang Xin a check for 50,000 yuan.

The latter didn't take it directly without being verbose, this is to buy them not to do it, this kind of money must be handed over to Chu Guogong in person, which shows loyalty, although it is 100% customary for Chu Guogong to change hands and reward them.

But that was rewarded by the State of Chu.

Then it was not rewarded by the emperor.

There is an essential difference between the former and the latter, and the ......

"If you collect money, you may not be able to do anything!"

Qian Qianyi said worriedly.

At this time, they were far away from the pastoral guard, and Gan Hui's troops were still driven to the rearguard, and they had to be on guard if they gave money, and the Japanese slave army strictly protected the chariot of the Son of Longxing, and these short soldiers were all good at the mountains. They were even scattered in the mountains and forests on both sides, maximizing the entire defensive circle and avoiding the ambush of Longxing Tianzi on the narrow mountain road. Except for a very small number of cavalry in the lead, the main force of the remaining U cavalry battalion was used to separate Gan Hui's headquarters at the back of the team, and to widen the distance between him and this army as much as possible.

Qian Qianyi didn't expect 50,000 yuan to buy a real peace of mind.

That's just trying.

"No, 50,000 taels is not enough?"

Wang Yingxiong said in disbelief.

He is a subject later than the water is too cool, he is a Jinshi in the forty-first year of Wanli, and Qian Qianyi is thirty-eight years, but the old Qian is Tanhua, and he is only a third-class citong jinshi, and the top three directly represent a direct gap.

"50,000 yuan, it's really not safe!"

Qian Qianyi said.

"Even if 50,000 yuan is not insured, we still have an army of 5,000! In other words, these Japanese slaves are good slaves, obedient, eat less, are willing to do anything, and they don't complain about any punishment and punishment, why didn't they know that there were such good slaves before! This is much better than those babies in the mountains! ”

Wang Yingxiong looked at the Japanese slaves in front of him and said with interest.

Obviously, he still believes in 50,000 yuan.

After all, he has been in Sichuan all these years, and he doesn't know the situation in Nanjing at all, let alone the income of a brigade commander of the Ming army at this time. Although due to the restrictions of the official system, the basic salary of the commander is still 35 yuan per month, but this salary is just a meaning, and no one cares about this. This is just the basics, and there is usually a whole page of various subsidies under this number, and the final result is differentiated according to the situation, combat mission, non-combat mission, garrison period, vacation period, and even combat mission. For example, Gan Hui's current nature of welcoming is a low-intensity combat mission, and the monthly subsidy is 100 yuan, and in the end, his monthly income during this mission is 300 yuan. But this kind of salary is not his main income, his main income is in the industrial shares led by Yang Qing, Gan Hui, as a rising star of Fujian generals, has already been invited to participate in the Nanyang Company, and last year's dividend amounted to 5,000 yuan.

50,000 yuan?

He only earns for a few years.

What's more, 50,000 yuan needs to be shared with others, after all, no one knows how many soldiers in their army receive subsidies for brocade clothes and guards, or if they are loyal enough to Chu Guogong, they will tell the truth, and in the end, what Gan Hui can get is not as good as his own annual income.

Who would give up the opportunity to be a founding father for less than a year's income!

Of course, Wang Yingxiong didn't know this, in his opinion, 50,000 taels was enough to buy a few generals, and besides, it wasn't for these people to work hard, but just for them to be honest and not to attack the emperor. What's more, even if they start, they may not succeed, look at these Japanese slave army, even if they are not good-looking, but they are really as loyal and hard-working as a group of earth dogs, and they are enough......

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire.

Wang Yingxiong and Qian Qianyi exclaimed at the same time.

In front of them, surrounded by Japanese slaves, the carriage of the Son of Heaven of Long Xing suddenly burst into pieces......

"Your Majesty!"

They both rushed forward at the same time.

"Escort!"

Zhu Yujian, who was also in front, pulled out his short spear as fast as he could and roared, although the language was incomprehensible, those Japanese slave soldiers quickly understood what it meant, and all the Japanese slaves around the carriage rushed to the middle, and suddenly formed a dense human wall, and more than a dozen Japanese slaves even jumped into the carriage.

But at the same time, the gunshots rang out again.

Bullets were fired diagonally from the roof of the car.

"Among the rocks at the top of the mountain!"

Zhu Yujian immediately found the location of the assassin.

At the top of the steep hill, smoke rose slowly from a cloud of rocks, and almost at the same time the fire flickered, and the third bullet whistled as it hit the roof of the carriage again because of the height advantage......

"Block the roof!"

Zhu Yujian roared.

Several of the Japanese slaves immediately lifted a wrought iron plate and carried it onto the roof of the cart, while more Japanese soldiers began to charge upwards with flintlock pistols, and those who were guarding the carriage with a human wall below raised their guns and fired upwards. However, their muskets couldn't match the range of the Assassins, and the sheer nature of the mountain made it difficult for them to rush up in a short time. The smoke of gunpowder continued to rise from the rocks, and the bullets hit the roof of the carriage one after another, and even the wrought iron plates could not stop the rifled gun bullets, and the bullets fell one after another on the roof of the carriage and into the carriage in the spark splash.

But Qian Qianyi stopped.

He looked at the carriage with a puzzled gaze, surrounded by a dense crowd.

At this point, the gunfire suddenly stopped.

Zhu Yujian held the binoculars and looked up at the top of the mountain, the smoke of gunpowder shrouded the rocks like a mist, and the Japanese slave soldiers were still rushing upwards with flintlock pistols, but the gunfire there did not ring out again. It was clear that the Assassins had stopped attacking, but for some reason, the smoke was not blown away by the wind from the top of the mountain, but was still filling, and it seemed that more smoke was still being made......

His head was buzzing.

"Run!"

Tang Wang roared.

He jumped off his horse desperately, pushed away the chaotic slaves beside him, and then ran madly towards the hillside on the other side, and when he passed by Qian Qianyi and Wang Yingxiong, he kindly dragged them both.

Qian Qianyi and the others didn't understand what was going on, so they followed him with a puzzled expression, walking while looking at the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, the top of the mountain turned into a volcano.

A huge ball of fire like a monster drilled out of the ground, lifting up the rocks and expanding on the top of the mountain, in the smoke and dust, the huge explosion hit their eardrums fiercely, and the next moment the water was too cold to hear anything, and he couldn't even hear his own screams. He watched as countless rocks rose into the sky, the largest of which was the size of a house, and then began to roll down the mountain, crushing the weak little trees like a prehistoric beast, and accelerating on the steep slopes......

The whole mountain road is like the end of the world.

All the slaves and the accompanying officials screamed in terror and tried to flee.

But they can't run.

Because of the need to protect the carriage, the Japanese slaves were densely packed on this small mountain road, and it was difficult to even turn around, let alone escape, Qian Qianyi watched the King of Song who was following the carriage screaming among the slaves, and then was washed down next to the carriage, and those Japanese slaves crowded each other, and even trampled on each other, drowning the carriage blocking the road in a blink of an eye.

The boulder on the hillside above him continued to rumble downward, accelerating unstoppably, and the debris that had been blown up in the sky had begun to fall, hitting the dead bodies of the Japanese slaves.

This exacerbates the confusion.

The chaos made it difficult to escape.

The short stretch of mountain road with the carriage at its core was truly dead, and the Japanese slave soldiers who were crowded, pushed, and trampled screamed in despair, watching the rubble fall overhead, and the same as the approach of the boulder. In the blink of an eye, it roared in front of it with a dead roar, and after jumping up because of the mountain and another rock, it smashed down with the force of Tarzan, and although it did not hit the carriage, it still tossed the carriage and the surrounding slaves like toys under the impact of great force, and disappeared into the splashed earth in an instant......