Sigh!

Yi Bangcai took the reins of the horse in his hand, and the brightly colored Mongolian horse stamped a few times to retract the snow-white hooves, shook his brown head and snorted a few times.

After that, dozens of Mongolian horses of different coats and colors stood on their feet, and the gray smoke and dust choked the surrounding soldiers to cover their mouths and noses to hide.

"My lord, all the forty-two horses tied to the forest are here!"

Yi Bang jumped off his horse and respectfully made a gesture in front of Chu Suifeng, and the dark red copper sheets and copper nails on his body made a non-stop rattle.

The soldiers behind him also dismounted, and dozens of Ming soldiers bowed their heads neatly behind him.

Chu looked at the other party with the wind, the wolf's waist and bear's back, the ape arm was healthy, and the two sword eyebrows on the young Guozi face were heroic.

What a first-class general!

"Together with the twenty-one good horses that were seized earlier, there are sixty-three horses in all." Yi Bang saw that Chu's face sank like water with the wind, and he was a little apprehensive in his heart.

This group of Qing soldiers are all one person and two horses, the sixty-four Qing soldiers should be one hundred and twenty-eight horses, the sixty-two Mongolian horses riding into the forest are not to mention for the time being, and most of the sixty-six war horses outside the forest are carried away by the two Qing soldiers guarding outside the forest.

They killed the two Qing soldiers, and it took a great deal of effort to recover forty-two horses, and the other twenty-one horses did not know where to flee.

Chu Suifeng was still speechless, although this battle annihilated the enemy army, his troops also suffered heavy casualties, more than 800 people were killed in the battle, more than 300 were wounded, and more than half of the combat strength was reimbursed.

So, what can be done to save Licheng?

"My lord, the defeated soldiers are waiting for you at the foot of the mountain, and there is a group of people who want to see you." Ding Keze, who ran from a distance, saw this posture and cautiously said to the side, but after speaking, he made a grimace at Yibang, who shrugged his shoulders and showed a wry smile when he saw it.

Chu Suifeng looked up at the two groups of people on the other side of the hill, waved their hands left and right, and said with a gloomy face.

"Bring some soldiers and go see."

Yi Bangcai and Ding Keze beckoned to the soldiers around them, and about 100 people followed with spears in their hands.

Passing by the corpse of a headless old woman trampled by a horse, a grizzled young man fell to his knees and wept incessantly.

Chu Suifeng couldn't help but glance at the man when he saw him crying sadly, only to see that this person was dressed as an authentic peasant, wiping his forehead with a white handkerchief, covering his body with a tattered cotton jacket, and he was born honestly, about twenty-seven or eight years old.

"Young man, is this your mother?"

"What are you doing! A bunch of bastards! The man listened to Chu Suifeng's kind question, his eyes turned red, he stood up and pushed Chu Suifeng violently, hugging the latter so much.

Yi Bang saw that he slightly hooked the man's left calf with his foot, and the other party fell to the ground on his back, and the soldiers around him immediately pressed the tip of their guns against the man's chest.

Seeing this, the defeated army at the foot of the mountain gathered over and stretched out their heads to look at it.

"Grace will take revenge! Lao Tzu slaughtered you! Ding Keze pulled out the dagger from the leggings and slammed it into the man's throat, the sharp blade reflecting the other party's distorted face.

Chu Suifeng waved his hand to signal to let go of the other party, and those Ming troops retreated to the surroundings, Ding Keze slapped the other party's thin cheek with a dagger a little unwillingly, and got up and stood behind Chu Suifeng.

The man looked at Chu Suifeng viciously, and one by one he got up, dusted off the floating soil on his body, and pointed to the Ming army around him and said.

"How do you armies hold back the Tartars? Let them burn, kill, and plunder, and kill my whole family......" At this point, the other party couldn't hold back any longer, and knelt down with his hands scratching his hair.

The wolf's howl resounded throughout the hill.

The emotions of the ordinary people who rushed back to find the bodies of their relatives were also aroused, and they cried with a whimper, and the whole forest was filled with heart-rending cries.

This old lady with gray hair, the babbling child, and so on...... At this time, the evil deeds of the Qing army, such as the Japanese fascists, were indeed outrageous.

The gun in the hands of the Ming army gradually drooped down, and Mu Ran let the people insult and smashed the stone Tukara on himself.

"More than 60 Qing cavalry were killed by hundreds of us. We are not ashamed! ”

Seeing that the other party was not convinced, Chu Suifeng pointed to the Ming army who died on the ground and the wounded soldiers bandaged under the tree and said excitedly.

"Aren't they human? For whom to die, for whom to be injured like this?! You can pat your chest and ask which troops around you would dare to fight with such a strong enemy?! ”

Chu Suifeng's words were quite tough, although he knew that the common people were uncomfortable, but he had to make them accept the fact that he was fighting to the death.

These people are all villagers around Shen County, and they recognize what they have done, which will be of great benefit to his future actions. And not far from here is Yanggu, Liangshan Zhudi, many characters in the late Ming Dynasty are here.

He needs the support of these locals, who he knows just can't accept the pain of losing their loved ones, and he hasn't lost his mind.

After saying this, the scolding of the surrounding people became quieter, and the wailing of mourning became louder.

"My lord, this place is not suitable for a long time, please bury the body and leave quickly." Outside the circle squeezed into a middle-aged man in his forties and dressed as a domestic servant,

Melon skin hats, soap-colored cotton clothes and cotton shoes, and the clothes are extremely neat and tidy.

Seeing Chu Suifeng's doubts, the man immediately explained.

"His name is Xie Qian, and he is now the servant of Han Yuan, who is in charge of the young secretary of the temple."

Chu Suifeng's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he said in his heart that God had sent a treasure, and this person was Xie Qian, a famous anti-Qing leader in the late Ming Dynasty.

The rebel army led by him broke through Zichuan and killed the traitor Sun Zhiqi, which is quite famous in history.

This man was so brave and resourceful that Dolgon took pity on him and persuaded him to surrender, but the other party sternly refused many times before killing the killer.

"What the gentleman said is very true! Where are your adults now? Although he was excited in his heart, he couldn't help but say what the official said, no matter whether Shao Qing was alive or dead, he would be able to drink a few pots in the future.

The other party's face instantly turned red, and he lowered his head and shook his head in a heavy tone.

"I really don't know."

Who cares about being hunted down by the Qing army!

At that time, the other party rode horses and killed thousands of their refugees and immediately blew up the camp, Xie Qian, who escorted the other party to return to his hometown, was hit by the refugees. However, the fierce and vicious Qing cavalry wielding sabers saw a lot.

But it is his responsibility to escort the master to his home safely, and now that he has lost his master's house, he really has no face to speak, so he has to be silent.

"Now is an extraordinary time, and you don't have to be formal, sir! Please immediately join our army to pacify, and edict other young people to join. Chu Suifeng saw that his courteous behavior of treating Xie Qian aroused the favor of the surrounding people, and immediately beat the snake and recruited the other party as an army.

"I'll have an explanation for meeting your master!"

Zhenfu is an official in charge of military discipline, and when there is a shortage of personnel in 100 households, he can exercise his authority on behalf of 100 households, from the six grades.

Xie Qian opened his mouth in shock for a moment, then knelt down on one knee and clenched his fists and said.

"Mark Xie Qian, General Xie will be promoted, and he will never give up if he goes to the soup and fights the fire!"

After Chu Suifeng finished speaking, he turned around and said to Ding Keze and Wu Shiyi, who were a little hot-eyed.

"Wu Shiyi Ma San was also promoted to captain, Ding Keze was appointed as the commander, and Yibang was promoted to the general of 100 households! I will prepare the excerpt of the promotion and report it. ”

Although the captain has no rank, he is a small officer, with ten to fifty men.

Wow!

At this time, the whole army was in an uproar, and the people were so shocked that they were speechless.

Zhenfu and Baihu are the six-grade officials of the Eight Classics, and they must be submitted to the higher authorities for approval before they can be appointed, Chu Suifeng immediately decided to promote the other party, and everyone was stunned.

At this moment, there was another big chaos on the periphery, and many people ran crying and shouting.

"Here comes the Tartars! Here comes the Tartars! ”

Chu Suifeng hurriedly separated the crowd to watch, and sure enough, there was a burst of smoke and dust in the northeast corner, and it was obvious that a large group of horses had arrived......