The weather was already very cold, and Gao Chong lived in the most humble and damp inferior room in the inn, and there was no brazier in it, which made it look more and more desolate and desolate in this weather. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a chirping of crickets outside the window, it was already winter, why were there still crickets chirping? And there was just a heavy snowfall a few days ago, how come these bugs haven't been frozen to death?

These insects are also pitiful to think, surviving the summer and the autumn, but they will die in the cold winter, turning the chirping and tones of the year into the last grand song, and then dying with a full of helplessness and unfinished intentions.

It's just that although the crickets are miserable, after all, the lifespan of the insects is less than a year, and their pain is only such a short time. And people's pain will brew more and more because of people's survival, and finally it will be like a cellar of old wine, and the more years go by, the more painful it becomes.

Maybe as long as you live, you will have to suffer!

He turned his head to look at the furnishings in the room, and said it was furnishings, but there was almost nothing: a drowning bucket, two low couches, a dead oil lamp, and nothing else.

How much he misses his home in Liaodong, their home is in Chengzibao in southern Liaoning, their family lives together, although his family is not big, only three tile houses, but every winter the kang will be burned hot, people want to take off their clothes when they enter the house, and roll happily on the kang!

He still misses the fertile land of Liaodong, although it is cold, and you have to carry a stick when you go out to pee in winter, otherwise you will have to freeze and take things, but it is extremely rich, and the fertile black soil seems to be able to produce oil with a handful, no matter what you grow - rice, millet, wheat, as long as you take care of it carefully, you can grow rich grain. And all kinds of game are also available, roe deer, wild deer, pheasant, Songjiang fish, almost as long as you can want to be famous, you can find it there, and you can hunt it, as long as you hit it, it is yours!

But now it can't be done, the Jurchens have driven them out, and if they don't want to go, they have to stay and be their coats, slaves, and dogs!

No one wants to be a dog, especially a high pet and a father.

Thinking of his father, Gao Pet couldn't help but look at the low couch beside him, on which his father slept soundly.

His father's name is Gao Sheng, he has always been a big hero and a big hero in the eyes of Gao Pet, he is a hundred households in the fort, making a good marksmanship, it is said that the Yang family will guard the border pass of the heirs, and some people say that this marksmanship is actually the peerless marksmanship of the little overlord Gao Pet, just for this, Gao Pet specially begged his father to change the same name as Gao Pet!

When the Jurchens came, their father personally led the strong men in the fort to fight back, although the Jurchens had more than 100 elite soldiers with helmets and armor, they only had more than 200 strong men who had little training and lacked weapons, but my father still led them to resist and die without giving up the land handed down by their ancestors!

Gao Zhong was still young at that time, although he was only sixteen years old, he was already more than six feet tall, and his country-shaped face, thick eyebrows, big eyes and resolute eyes were exactly the same as his father, and he thought that his marksmanship had been perfected, but his father was still reluctant to let himself go to the battlefield, because he felt that it was enough for his family to have one person on the battlefield, and if the father and son died on the battlefield together, the Gao family's vein would be extinct!

However, Gao Pet firmly believes that he will not die, he grew up listening to the stories of heroes and heroes, making a good gun, and riding skillfully, he feels that he will definitely be like the legendary hero, follow the coach to fight in the north and south, and make a big career, so that everyone will remember the name of his little Gao Pet!

He sneaked into battle.

Even now, he remembers the memory of that battle.

He closed his eyes and slowly reflected on the terrible battle.

It was a sunny day, although it was in Liaodong, but the weather was not so cold, the wind blew that day just right, no more, no less, not so much that it blew up sand and dust, affecting the soldier's sight, and it could bring up a breeze, so that the soldier who had been fighting for a long time had some coolness.

The Jurchens came quickly, and they could reach Tunpu in about an hour. Time was running out for them, and they had to go out of the fort to meet the battle, leaving time for their families to evacuate.

Even if it is a battle to the death, it must be fought with courage.

My father gathered in the open space in the fort, and my father wore a red cloth armor that day, and their family could not afford to buy an expensive and light mountain armor, so they could only wear this kind of cloth armor. Fortunately, this kind of armor is more or less protected by rivets and iron plates in key parts, which is much better than wearing cloth clothes. The father held a big gun in his hand, this gun is not an ash pole that is boasted of on the rivers and lakes, but a hard-roded spear made of fine ox tendon wood, this kind of gun must be cut down after a tree is put down, only the core material is taken inside, without leaving any knots, and the head is added with a gun head made of fine iron, with the powerful impact of the war horse, even the white armor soldiers with double armor can give him a deep chill!

Gao Pet has never practiced the ash pole, that kind of thing looks good-looking, and it is also shaking when he plays with a flower gun, and the artists in the rivers and lakes say what "listening to the strength" and "dark energy", as if they are gods. But above the battle array, there is just a rush and a rush, and life and death are judged in the blink of an eye, how can there be any time for you to play, so Grandpa Qi's "Actual Record of Military Training" requires the use of a long spear with a thick waist and a hard waist, and it is never allowed to use a flower gun.

Father looked at the strong men gathered together, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes. Gao Zhong can understand his father's anxiety, because he also has similar anxiety. Some of them had weapons, but they were only improvised spears, made of long-rooted wood, but they were covered with knots, and there were no iron hoops on their heads, for fear that the Jurchens would cut him off with a single sword; Some of them were holding swords, but the swords were covered with rust, and the blades were not fast, and when they met the Jurchens in armor, they were afraid that they would be sent to death with this kind of weapon; They still use bows and arrows, but although this kind of small bow is easy to pull, its strength is very insufficient, even if it is with an armor-piercing cone, it can only break the armor within ten steps, and Gao Zhong has never heard of any archer daring to let the Jurchens approach within ten steps of him!

Their armor is also not good, and those equipped with cloth armor are already the elite of the elite, and even then there are only five of them, and some of them do not have six-petal helmets, they can only wear leather hats. Others are even more unbearable, it is already a luxury to be equipped with a leather armor, people without leather armor can only wear a few more layers of cotton clothing, and pour some water on it during the war, maybe it can start the defensive effect, but once it is stained with water, the cotton will become heavy, and then I am afraid that I will not be able to run!

Has the Ming Dynasty's military equipment been abolished to this extent? Gao Zhong silently looked at the wrinkles on his father's face, and the worry in his heart deepened.

The father saw that everyone was coming, and began to speak: "Folks! Folks! I'm not a good talker, I can't say many pretty things! But I think for a warrior, one sentence is worth 10,000 sentences! I'll just say it today, just one sentence, behind us is the land left by our ancestors, if we lose, the land will be gone, and the wife and children will be gone! It's the man's who follows me, kill the Tartars! With that, he urged the horses under his crotch to walk slowly towards the fort gate, without looking back.

He knew that the villagers would follow.

Because behind them are their families!

Even if the ground under your feet is red with blood, you must defend it to the death!

"Kill the Tartars!" The townsfolk shouted loudly, raised all kinds of weapons that were not very useful, and wore armor that was not strong, and poured out of the fort like a tidal wave.

They are men, and men have to defend their families!

Gao Pet rode on the horse, slowly looking at the imposing strong man, and a trace of gloom floated in his heart.

War requires morale, but it also requires wisdom. How could a strong man like this, who didn't even have the right weapons, basic armor, and ordinary training, be able to beat the wolf-like Jurchens!

But they could not retreat, because the beautiful woman was behind them, and they could not even defend themselves, because if the Jurchens surrounded the fort, they would become turtles in the urn, and their lack of food would not allow them to hold out until reinforcements arrived—in fact, Gao Zhong learned afterwards that there could be no reinforcements at all!

The officials of the imperial court have long been broken by the Jurchens, and they will not send people to the rescue at all!

You have nothing, no reinforcements outside, and a strong enemy nearby, so you can only fight to the death and fight your way out!

Gao Zhong is responsible for protecting the retreat of the families of Tunpu, but where can they retreat, they have no land, no food, no savings, the officials of the court will not protect them, the Jurchens will only treat them as clothed slaves, the world is big, Liaodong is big, they have nowhere to go!

Gao Pet looked at the bustling and dense family members with confused eyes, including children of three or five years old, daughters-in-law of seventeen or eighteen, and old men and women of seventy and eighty, and their eyes were invariably full of fear and panic.

The legend of the Jurchens is terrible, the legend says that their arms are one foot wide, their waists are thick, they can run horses in their fists, they eat a cow for a meal, they kill people like hemp, rape and plunder all kinds of evil, they have to loot every place they attack, they have to rape, massacre, rob, torture corpses, and even maybe ****!

They are simply synonymous with the devil!

And the father, the man with a back as solid as a mountain, eyes as strong as steel, and wrists as hard as a tree trunk, took two hundred tired soldiers to challenge the Jurchens, can he come back alive?

Gao pet can't imagine.

Suddenly, he said to himself: "No, I will also go to war, even if I die on the battlefield, I will die with my father!" (To be continued.) )