Ten miles after leaving Jinzhou, there was no longer a single cavalry or soldier of the Ming army on the official road, and there was not even a single civilian, and there was only Shi Dayong, a patchwork aid team.

Behind them, there were more than a dozen horsemen following unhurriedly in the distance, looking at the armor, it was the cavalry of the Liaodong Army.

Guo Yi asked Shi Dayong strangely: "General, what are those people always doing with us?" ”

Shi Dayong glanced back, turned his head and smiled: "It's okay, they went back to report the funeral for us." ”

"Funeral?" Guo Yi snorted with an unfortunate face: "Fuck it, the ghost wants them to report the funeral!" ”

"Why are you scolding people?"

Shi Dayong said with a solemn face: "When a person dies, there must be someone to mourn, otherwise no one knows whether we are dead or alive." People live to leave a name, and people die to listen to a letter, right? If you can't scold others, people also have good intentions, it's better than if you die and no one knows the way. Let's open some, who let us die this time. ”

Hearing this, Guo Yi pursed his lips and did not speak again.

………

After a few more miles, the atmosphere began to become more and more tense, and the speed of the team slowed down significantly.

Liu Zeyi and Wang An's subordinates are all guards, both old and weak in the team, the oldest of them are in their fifties, and their hands are full of calluses, which at first glance are sharpened by holding a hoe, rather than being sharpened by knives and guns. The younger one was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and his body was thin, so he carried a rusty bird gun on his shoulder, trembling and following behind the adult. In his eyes, he was vaguely aware of fear.

Xia Desheng was worried about the safety of his old boss, and when he saw that the guards were walking too slowly, he couldn't help but be a little anxious, beat his horse and galloped behind Shi Dayong, hugged his fists and said: "General, those guards are walking too slowly, at this speed, when will they be able to reach Daling River!" The last will go and urge them! ”

"No, you don't."

Shi Dayong waved his hand, signaling that Xia Desheng did not need to urge. Turning around to give Guo Yi a few words, Guo Yi hurriedly beat his horse and galloped backwards.

Not long after, Liu Zeyi, Wang An, Ge Qing, Zheng Guo and other commanders rushed to the front one after another, and the more than 200 guest soldiers came from Yulin, Shaanxi, and the leaders were a pair of brothers, and the two brothers had a hundred households and a general banner.

The brothers' surname is Wu, according to the customs of their hometown, the eldest is called Da Lang, and the second is Erlang, because they have the same name as the characters in the Water Margin story, so the two brothers are often laughed at.

The warrior brothers, like the more than 200 or so fellow villagers they brought with them, have been artificially forgotten, and no one remembers where they came from or why they stayed in this foreign land.

Liaodong in the first year of the Apocalypse has been ten years. In the past ten years, many things have happened, back then, more than 10,000 people came to Liaodong, and now there are more than 200 people left, and the others have turned into bones and buried in this black soil. Coming together but not returning, the pain in the hearts of the martial brothers can be imagined.

In this Liaodong, the guest soldiers are rootless, not to mention the more than 200 remnants.

It's been ten years, and I'm in my early twenties, but now it's the year of Erli.

Watching others marry wives and have children, get promoted and make a fortune, but they live in a nest, no one cares, no one asks, guarding a small castle and living a life without dying, and now they have to be pulled out of the palace to die, this heart is even more uncomfortable.

However, these ten years can be regarded as more than one life, thinking of those brothers who died in the war back then, the martial brothers can't help but feel that they should have died a long time ago.

………

"After Jiannu besieged the city, he sent scouts to drive away our army's exploration horses, and I didn't know the situation over there. The people of Jimingyi have also withdrawn a long time ago, presumably it has now been occupied by Jiannu. Let's walk a few miles further, maybe we will run into Jiannu, and everyone must be prepared in their hearts. ”

It was Qiu Hejia's personal soldier captain Zheng Guo who spoke, this person was a dart master in his early years, and Qiu Hejia was recommended by the local people to enter the court, because there was no one to escort him, someone introduced him to Qiu Hejia. Since then, he has been following Qiu Hejia, Yongping fought a battle, and once made great contributions to the city with the official army.

Listening to his words, Shi Dayong nodded and said: "Along the way, I didn't see a single soldier of our Ming Dynasty, which means that the front has long been occupied by Jiannu." No accident, most of us will fight with Jiannu in Jimingyi, whether we can go back alive depends on whether you have the courage to do so. ”

Ge Qing, the regimental training garrison, said suddenly: "General, I heard from the people from the governor's yamen that this time it was the slave chief Hongtai who personally led the troops, there are tens of thousands of people, with our people, can we really save the Daling River?" ”

When he asked, everyone else immediately looked at Shi Dayong.

Shi Dayong smiled, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked, "What, are you afraid?" ”

Ge Qing was also sincere, and said without concealment: "General Hui, I am afraid of the last general." Stretching out his hand, he pointed to the team behind him: "More than 2,000 people go to fight against tens of thousands of cavalry, let me ask the general, aren't you afraid?" ”

Shi Dayong didn't answer him, but turned his gaze to Liu Zeyi and Wang An, and asked, "Are you also like Ge Shoubei, afraid of that Jiannu?" ”

"This..."

Wang An hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "If the general really asks the general, the general is not afraid of the general's jokes, the general's heart will beat so hard that he can't wait to turn his horse's head and go back immediately." ”

"What about you?" Shi Dayong's gaze turned to Liu Zeyi.

Liu Zeyi's head drooped involuntarily, and he whispered: "The last general is also afraid." ”

"Hmm."

Shi Dayong didn't ask the martial brothers again, but said directly to them: "Then you two don't need to say it, you're also afraid, right?" ”

Hearing this, Wu Dalang's mouth moved, and he was about to speak, but he heard Shi Dayong say there again: "Actually, I'm just like you, I'm also afraid!" In front of us are tens of thousands of Eight Banner soldiers, what about us, just such a few people, we really want to rush forward, but we are afraid that we will die without even scum! ”

Hearing this, Li Yizhong couldn't help asking: "Since the general is also afraid, why do you still have to be ordered to help?" ”

Shi Dayong sighed and spread his hands helplessly: "In this world, there are many things that we can't decide. After a pause, Huer laughed again and raised his voice: "But since you are here, then we are all in the same boat, you might as well want to drive some and accompany Ben Jiang to this dragon Tan tiger's den!" You can't live together, but you can die together, right? ”

Liu Zeyi smiled bitterly: "The general is not afraid of death, and we are naturally not afraid of death." The general is afraid of death, and we are also afraid of death. But if the general advances, we will not retreat. If the general retreats, we will naturally not advance. ”

Before the words fell, he saw the cavalry in front of him stirring, and when he raised his eyes, three miles away, rows of golden horsemen suddenly appeared, looking at the color of the flag, it seemed that the Jiannu was blue and the two flags inlaid with red.

"General, Jiannu is really waiting for us here, and the last general will open a bloody road for the whole army!"

Xia Desheng was bent on rescuing his old boss, and he pulled out his long knife and wanted to lead his troops to charge.

I didn't want to, but I was stopped by Shi Dayong: "Mr. Xia Qian, wait a minute!" ”

"General?"

Xia Desheng was puzzled on the horse, this time to help, he and Li Yizhong, the five hundred cavalry, were able to fight the first battle, opening a bloody way for the whole army. Guanjiannu defense line, has not yet been fully assembled, there is a gap between the blue and the red flag, do not rush at this time, but when?

Shi Dayong ignored Xia Desheng's puzzled gaze, but suddenly said to Wu Dalang: "Wu Baihu, I heard that you are from Shaanxi?" ”

Wu Dalang was stunned for a moment, and replied: "General Hui, the lowly position and the department are all from Shaanxi. ”

Shi Dayong said "um", nodded and said: "I heard that the Shaanxi people have a sound, calling for Xintianyou, and a roar in his throat makes people feel angry." At present, our sergeants are not upset, but I don't know if Wu Baihu can travel to the sky, and can he shout a song for our soldiers to boost morale? ”

"Since you are from Shaanxi, how can you not be a hometown song!" Wu Dalang said loudly, "The general is not too lowly and humble, how can he give up on his lowly position!" He twisted and yelled at his brother Erlang: "Second brother, it's rare that the general can afford to see the little song of our Shaanxi people, our brothers are out of the way today, and they will roar in front of these two armies!" ”

"Hey, medium!"

Wu Erlang nodded heavily, opened his throat and began to sing. The voice is extremely vicissitudes of life, and it is loud, and the voice wanders in the sky, flows away in the ditch stream, echoes in the mountains, and floats in people's ears.

……………

was about to meet the charging of the Ming army on the opposite side, but they suddenly stopped, and they did not stand up, but suddenly someone sang. Azig couldn't help but be puzzled, turned his head and asked Mang Gurtai beside him: "Third brother, what the hell is the Ming army doing, what kind of song is this singing?" ”

Mang Gurtai had already understood it, and said with a smile: "Ming people are timid, I want to use this song to inspire people, it seems that the Ming general also understands people's hearts." It's just that even his two thousand people dare to go out of the city to rescue, which is too bold. ”

After listening to a few more words, he waved his hand impatiently and said to Azig: "Old Twelve, this battle will be handed over to you to set the red flag." Brother, I'll go to the Khan's place. ”

"Third brother, don't worry, just this little Ming army, I can swallow them with a cow!"

Azig was full of confidence, and after Mang Gurtai led people to the Great Tent of King Khan, he began to arrange his troops to form a formation, and he was sure to annihilate all the reinforcements of the Ming army, so that Jinzhou City would no longer dare to send reinforcements.

………….

"Big mountain, the lights are gone... The heroes of the battlefield are sweating, and the horse leather shroud is still good."

After singing a song of Xintianyou, the martial brothers are still unsatisfied. The Ming army listened to this heroic Qin Yin, and the previous fear of war gradually faded.

Xia Desheng was eager to fight, and when he saw that the fire marquis was almost the same, he asked for an order again: "General, it's time, rush!" ”

Ge Qing, Liu Zeyi, and Zheng Guo were also ready to charge into battle, and when Shi Dayong gave an order, they led their troops to follow the cavalry and break into Jiannu's defensive line.

Unexpectedly, Shi Dayong slowly raised his hand, stared at the Jin army in the distance for a while, and spit out a few words from his mouth unhurriedly: "Order, the whole army retreats, let's go back!" ”