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This time, Xie Yike went out of the sentry, although he brought a heavy number of casualties at night, but he also got important information about Baimiao Fort.

After obtaining the information, Wang Dou immediately summoned the generals of the Jingbian Army to discuss the matter, and soon visited Hong Chengchou, the governor of Jiliao.

At this time, the next step of the Ming army strategy was in full swing, Songshan Fort, Loess Ridge and other places, the traces of the movement of troops and horses were obvious.

The movements of the Ming army have aroused the widespread and close attention of the Qing soldiers, and the generals of the Ming army who have a heart can see that these days, the slave chief Huang Taiji has been holding a clairvoyant mirror on Rufeng Mountain, constantly looking down the mountain.

August 12, Leijiagou, Shanhai Town, Shahezi Camp.

After the deliberations on the ninth day of the first month, in accordance with the military order of the governor, Ma Ke, Tang Tong and other units originally stationed in the west of Songshan Fort moved their camps to the east side of the Loess Ridge one after another.

They set up camp on the south bank of the Shahe River, and Wu Sangui's army also moved from Songshan Ridge and camped to the south of the two general soldiers. An army of nearly 50,000 people formed a continuous camp, and the sea of flags could not be seen at a glance.

It was nearly dusk, the smoke was curling, and in the camps of Shanhai Town, countless sergeants wearing red tasseled felt hats and shabby mandarin duck battle jackets were enjoying dinner.

Different from the extensive use of cooking trucks in the Jingbian Army, the officers and men of Shanhai Town still use the traditional method of cooking in a buried pot, and a team or a group always uses a large pot, and what is boiling on the pot is also a kind of rice.

This kind of food is cooked with rice, then exposed to water and repeated several times, and finally some dry rice is obtained, which is somewhat similar to the compressed biscuits of later generations.

Although a small group of rice can be turned into a large pot after boiling in hot water, of course, it does not taste good, and it needs to be served with salt, vinegar and other materials.

Generally, the moon salt of the Ming sergeant, two catties for those who have a family, and one catty for those who do not, but at this time, the military is deducted into a wind, that is, the sergeant's monthly salt, and the peak also has to go to half, or more than half of it, so when eating rice, you can have some salt with rice, which is also a kind of enjoyment.

In the era when there was no oil and water, it was very easy to get hungry quickly, and piles of mountain and sea soldiers, either standing or squatting, were eating scarcely.

They were a mix of good and bad, from the mighty and fierce soldiers to the emaciated old and weak. In the crowd, there were also some arrogant sergeants wearing mandarin duck battle jackets and folding scarves wrapped around their heads, most of them were cavalrymen.

According to the military system of the Ming army, generally only cavalry, or small officers of the infantry rank of captain have armor, but in the camp, except for the sergeants on patrol, these cavalrymen will not wear a suit of armor, and the scarves they wear also play the role of inner hats.

The cavalry was treated better than the infantry, and although most of the cavalrymen still had the money to buy some dried vegetables from the merchants, dried meat and other things to eat.

The cavalry naturally disdained to get together with the infantry, and they also piled up in piles to form their own circles, and at this time, some dried fish of different forms appeared on their bowls. Although the dried fish is hard and has a bitter taste, no one cares that many people eat it clean with the bones.

Many people even praised it while eating, saying that this kind of dried fish is really the best and delicious meat in an era when there is a lack of meat, and any meat is welcome.

After dinner, there was a commotion in the various battalions, from infantry to cavalry.

They may look numb and withered, like old peasants who have been bent by life. Or hang Erlangdang, flow in the flow, Erlang's legs and chat, like splashing skin in the market. There are also many smoking guns leisurely swallowing clouds and spitting fog, at this time in the Northland Ming Army, tobacco smoking is common, and under the cruel war, tobacco also helps to relieve pressure.

However, these soldiers have a similarity, that is, in terms of appearance and temperament, there are few heroic and heroic soldiers, which is also a common problem of sergeants in all battalions of the Ming Dynasty. …,

The battalion soldiers rose up to fight against the Japanese in the south and the Mongols in the north, which played a great role. However, with the emptiness of financial resources and the rise of family members, most of the battalion soldiers have become synonymous with ruffians and villains, which is also the disadvantage of the conscription system.

Nowadays, the armies of the Ming Dynasty, almost all the battalion soldiers, and the good family almost disdain to be the army, and most of the recruits are green skins, gangsters and the like.

These people have a bad character, and they often do not pay money for several months, in order to survive, they harass the locality, eat and take cards, rob and kill, it can be said that they are endless, they can't fight, and it is inevitable that they will harm the people and become ruffians.

Such an army, of course, cannot talk about military discipline, according to military law, there is no noise in the army, but it has long been thrown out of the clouds by everyone, and the camps after dinner are as lively as vegetable markets.

The camp of the Shanhaiguan General Soldier Ma Kezheng Barracks, close to the edge of the Shahe River, is the chief soldier, and his camp naturally occupies the best area. At this time, the Sand River is dry and the amount of water is not much, but it is still much more convenient to get water and drink water.

Away from the perimeter of his camp, it was lined with the camps of officers and soldiers of various battalions in the town. It stands to reason that according to the art of war, the soldiers of the rest of the battalion, headed by the general soldiers of a town, should be left and right, and wrap the commander's camp in the middle with their own camp.

Obviously, Ma Ke did not have such prestige and knowledge, so the officials and generals in the town also chose their own convenient places and chose excellent camping places for themselves.

In this way, it is difficult to distinguish between the battalions and the troops, and it is also easy to command and mobilize ineffectively, which increases the selfishness of the officers and officers of each battalion, and when they see that the friendly troops are in danger, they do not save them, and they do not care about the danger of the main generals.

However, this was a common problem in the army at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and all battalions were accustomed to it.

At this time, the soldiers of the barracks were also enjoying dinner, all of them touched their stomachs comfortably, they were no better than the soldiers of other battalions, they were also noisy, vicious, and many people laughed wildly, not knowing what wonderful things they were talking about.

Many people expressed satisfaction with Fang Cai's food.

A group of soldiers sat on the ground next to a patched tent.

A guy wrapped in a folding mountain scarf, naked on his upper body, revealing a bush of black hair on his chest, and a face full of meat, picked his teeth, and said vaguely: "Damn, I don't know how long it has been since I have eaten meat, and it would be good to eat dried fish every day." ”

A guy with a few black hairs on the side of his mouth next to him scoffed: "It's going to be a war, so the big man let us have a good meal, this is called a decapitated meal!" ”

"It's going to be war again, Black Hair, how do you know?"

When the people next to him heard this, they expressed their worries.

The black-haired soldier squinted at everyone, and a sense of intellectual superiority spontaneously arose, and he sneered: "It's clear, we were originally camped in the west of Songshan Fort, but now we have moved here." Not far to the north is Shimen Mountain, this is not the Tartar who is going to attack Shimen Mountain. ”

Everyone was silent for a while, and they didn't want to talk about it again, and they were all afraid of fighting the Tartars.

One of them sneakily changed the subject, and he whispered, "You know what? Not far south from our camp, Niangniang Palace has now become a dried fish market, how many or as many as we want, why don't we find an opportunity to target a small business......"

But before he finished speaking, everyone cursed him, saying that he should not drag others down if he died.

The soldier with black hair on his mouth also sneered and said, "You know what? The dried fish over there are all controlled by the Great Chamber of Commerce, and the background is unfathomable. I heard that we are handsome, so we have divided the shares in the middle, do you want to rob? Dashuai is the first to cut you! ”

The soldier also felt that it was inappropriate to speak, and said, "Anyway, what are we doing with this fish as a regular barracks, we should be able to eat it often in the future." ”…,

Everyone is also thinking, it should be okay, the soldier with black hair on his mouth sneered again: "Eat some dried fish, it will be beautiful to you, do you know what the Jingbian army eats?" Flatbread, white rice, large pieces of pork and mutton, eat to your heart's content. Even the dried fish people eat is also a fish porcelain jar, the most delicious kind. ”

"Yesterday, Yang bought a few fish porcelain jars, to see what he was proud of, but it was just the grade of other people's soldiers."

Speaking of these incidents, everyone in the scene was full of envy, jealousy and hatred for the Jingbian Army, and the treatment of that army made them extremely hot.

However, everyone only dares to say some strange things behind their backs, and they dare not be disrespectful in front of them.

It's not that there is no lesson, there was a sergeant from another town who encountered the yin and yang weirdness of the sergeant Jingbian and sneered.

Unexpectedly, the Jingbian army was not a good man and a woman, and if they disagreed, they would burst into beating people, they were well-trained, all of them were strong, and the result was a victory in every hundred battles. Moreover, from the loyal and brave uncles to the officers at all levels, the army is all short guarded, and when things get bigger, they are all on their own side and calm down.

After making trouble a few times, no one from the towns dared to disrespect the Jingbian sergeant in person, but they all greeted each other with a smile, intending to make friends and get some benefits.

Of course, many people don't understand why the Jingbian Army can have such good treatment, and where does their grain and grass come from?

At this time, the old Hu also said angrily: "Why can they eat and drink enough every day, but we often starve, could it be that the governor and the army will pull out the grain and grass to them, our Shanhai Town, is raised by the stepmother?" ”

The soldier with black hair on his mouth said, "I plucked all the grain and grass from above, but I don't see it."

He said: "I heard that the grain and grass allocated to them is a little more, after all, it is the main force of the strong army, but it is not much." The news I heard was that the rest of the shortfall was purchased by Zhongyongbo with real money and silver from those corrupt officials in the household department, and many merchants were also willing to sell grain to them. Loyal and brave, sympathetic to his subordinates, willing to spend white flowers and silver taels, our marshal does not need to compare, and it is too late to deduct military salaries. ”

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice and glanced around more subconsciously.

The old Hu hated and said: "Damn, they are all soldiers, our soldiers are really boring, why don't we go to the Jingbian army?" ”

For a while, everyone in the audience was moved, but the soldier with black hair on his mouth sneered: "Will people want you?" Knowing the current East Road, how many people want to join the Jingbian Army? How many people are there outside the town? They can't arrange their own military households, so they will want outsiders? ”

He said: "You know those people in Jizhen, when they were defeated earlier, they were taken in by Uncle Zhongyong, and they were all handed over, not a single horse, not a single knife, and people didn't look down on them." ”

The guy who instigated everyone to loot before suddenly said: "Not necessarily, I heard that now on the East Road, there are the Loyal Battalion and the Swordsman Hall, etc., and those who have martial arts skills can be selected, and it is not limited to the military households on the East Road of Xuanfu Town." I've also heard that those who have a family are more likely to be selected. ”

The old Hu said angrily: "Lao Tzu's family has already died, do you still want to rob a girl and recognize a father?" ”

The whole circle of people laughed wildly.

Suddenly, a leather whip struck the old man's naked upper body, and there was a deep blood mark immediately.

The fierce soldier with a full face was furious, jumped up, and shouted: "Who beat Lao Tzu? Old ,......"

However, all the rest of his words shrank back, and in front of him, there was a group of swaggering battalion soldiers, these people were all the guards of the handsome battalion, and the first one was a lean middle-aged military general who looked a little similar to Ma Ke.

His expression was gloomy, and he said lightly: "There is no noise in the camp, don't you know?" But you want to eat military law? ”…,

He quickly glanced at the sergeants next to him, lowered his eyelids, and said, "If Nian Er commits a crime for the first time, he will slap his mouth twenty to set an example!" ”

Before the old Hu could react, a small officer with a leather whip next to him had already laughed cruelly, and couldn't help but say, opening the bow left and right, crackling, and beating Lao Hu hard, after dozens of slaps, this old Hu's cheeks were red and swollen and he was beaten into a pig's head.

The general snorted in satisfaction and walked away.

The family members behind him also followed with a swagger, and kicked the sergeants who couldn't dodge: "Good dogs don't get in the way, get out of the way, don't look at it." ”

Seeing these people go away, Lao Hu covered his mouth and stood up, and a look of resentment flashed in his eyes: "Damn, hit Lao Tzu, find an opportunity, Lao Tzu will shoot him with an arrow." ”

The soldier with black hair on the side of his mouth shrank aside obediently, and sighed at this time: "Ma Zhiyong is also a man, why did he die in battle." This Ma Zhiren is small-minded and the first general of the family is eager to be powerful in the camp, Lao Hu, you are also unlucky, and you happened to be bumped into by him. ”

The people next to him said: "Yes, don't say that we can't afford to mess with him." ”

The battalion soldiers are corrupted, but the inner middle is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, not to mention the soldiers and officers, the cavalry and infantry, and the family are also divided into several grades.

For example, Ma Zhiren, who was a guerrilla general, was originally a guerrilla general, because Ma Zhiyong, the deputy general of Ma Kezheng's barracks, was killed in battle, so Ma Ke looked at it, so he brought Ma Zhiren up and appointed him as his own personal general to take charge of the rest of the family.

However, Ma Zhiren relied on flattery to get to the top, and although he was good at bullying men and women, his combat power was very poor and he couldn't convince the public.

Ma Zhiren relied on the relationship between Ma Ke, and he had been domineering for a long time, of course, he couldn't stand a little slow treatment, and he hated several generals in the camp who were not satisfied with him.

That Lao Hu also knew that Ma Zhiren was not something he could provoke, but how could he swallow that breath just now, and said fiercely in his heart: "Hmph, beat Lao Tzu, don't let Lao Tzu find a chance......"

Ma Zhiren led his cronies around him through the camp, and saw the garbage and sewage between the tents, like refugee camps.

According to the military law of the Ming Dynasty, the camp must be kept clean and tidy, but in Shanhai Town, even Ma Ke's main barracks have not been done.

However, when passing through the garbage and feces, Ma Zhiren turned a blind eye and was obviously accustomed to this situation.

Along the way, from time to time, the generals of the regular barracks saluted Ma Zhiren affectionately, Ma Zhiren just nodded lightly and put on a good shelf.

Soon, a gorgeous tent appeared in front of him, and around the tent stood a number of guards in armor and armor. Ma Zhiren asked his entourage to stay outside the tent, brewed his feelings, put on a humble smile, and walked into the tent.

The inside and outside of the tent are like two heavens and earths, and as soon as you enter the big tent, you will see that the inside is luxuriously furnished, and the big candle as thick as a child's arm is lit, and the inside of the tent is lit brightly.

In front of a large table, Marco was dressed in a brocade robe and civilian clothes, enjoying dinner. The meal was very rich, full of a table, all kinds of fresh fish, everything on the table, high-grade fish porcelain jars, also opened a few cans, and the tableware he used was also full of gold and silver utensils.

At this time, on both sides of the desk, there were two delicate women grinning and serving, feeding Ma Ke's mouth from time to time. No, if you look closely, you will find that these two people are not women, but handsome young men dressed as women.

Looking at the appearance of the three of them making love, people who are not good at masculinity will be disgusted when they see it. However, Ma Zhiren didn't care, the big handsome man likes the little minister, and has always claimed that the two flats are not as good as one round, and the two little ministers are still collected by Ma Zhiren, which is one of the reasons why he is favored by Ma Ke. …,

After entering the tent, Ma Zhiren didn't dare to disturb Dashuai's eating, and stood respectfully with his hands down.

Seeing him come in, Marco only raised his eyelids, and then continued to enjoy it slowly. It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that he put down his silver chopsticks and smiled at the two young ministers at the table: "Your sister has served well, and these meals will be rewarded to you." ”

The two of them were overjoyed, and said delicately: "Thank you, Dashuai." ”

Marco grinned and said, "Thank you so much?" ”

Slapped on the buttocks of one of them: "Two little, see how I clean you up at night." ”

The man looked back and said, "I hate it." ”

After the two of them went out, Ma Ke took out a delicate cigarette stick, took out some tobacco from a cigarette pouch and filled it, Ma Zhiren hurriedly took out the fire fold and lit the fire for the handsome.

Ma Ke let out a puff of smoke and said lightly, "What's going on?" ”

He turned his back to the candlelight, the smoke curled in the shadows, and the gloom was a little scary, Ma Zhiren didn't dare to slack off, this master was a moody character, if he was not careful, he didn't know how to die.

He hurriedly replied respectfully: "I have been contacted, but I ......"

"Hmm."

Ma Ke's face changed: "Just what?" ”

Ma Zhiren gritted his teeth and replied cautiously: "Over there, the marshal needs to write in person before they can trust ......." Marco let out a pleasant puff of smoke and said lightly, "How's it going?" ”

He turned his back to the candlelight, the smoke curled in the shadows, and the gloom was a little scary, Ma Zhiren didn't dare to slack off, this master was a moody character, if he was not careful, he didn't know how to die.

He hurriedly replied respectfully: "I have been contacted, but I ......"

"Hmm."

Ma Ke's face changed: "Just what?" ”

Ma Zhiren gritted his teeth and replied cautiously: "That side said that the marshal needs to write a letter in person before they can believe it......"