In a daze, he participated in Zhu Di's rebellion against the Northern Army, and in less than a day, he caught up with the sneak attack, killing and wounding thousands of people. fought with Zhang Huaishun again, and became the chief because of this. It feels like I'm in a TV series, watching it from the side and being there. There is no way for the brain to calm down.

As a result, I didn't realize that I, a person from the 21st century, was certainly not the same as someone from more than 600 years ago. No matter how you dress, how you talk and behave. If it weren't for Zhang Huaishun saying this, I really don't know when I would realize this, maybe that was when I was exposed. There were only two outcomes for people like me back then. One is to position me as a half-immortal figure like a prophet, and the other is to treat me as a disaster star, first to parade the streets, and then in short, it will be the result of not dying well. Of course, there is a better chance of dying well.

Fortunately, they didn't seem to care too much about me, and I might be a little out of step with this war-torn feudal empire.

On the way to Jinan with the team, I began to think back to the bits and pieces after I started to contact these Ming Dynasty people, and wanted to see what went wrong. I can't think of a reason for it, after all, what I said at that time was a cold sweat after speaking. In retrospect, I don't remember exactly what I said.

As for his dress, his hair is neither long nor short, which is a bit nondescript compared to the buns of those soldiers, but there are also many Mongols in the army. Those Mongols who had fought with Emperor Taizu did not have time to run to Mongolia, but later surrendered and followed Zhu Di to fight the southern army. is like a mercenary, afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and their uncle and nephew are fighting, so they add oil and vinegar in the middle. Those Mongols have weirder hairstyles than mine, and they are much more eye-catching than mine.

When I was still in the "modern era", just in time for summer, I wore a white T-shirt on my upper body. There is a pair of assault pants on his legs, and a pair of Li Ning's black sneakers on his feet. Later, I found a set of clothes to put on at the home of a "big family" in the village, firstly to keep out the cold, and secondly, to block such a nonsensical outfit.

Only a pair of sneakers on his feet are still there to swagger. When I think of this section, I can't get rid of the sneakers on my feet. I didn't take a few steps to sneak a glance, and I didn't dare to lower my head and look at it. It's like obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I think that everyone can see something wrong with those shoes at a glance. It seemed that everyone was paying attention to the shoes.

Look at the shoes worn by those soldiers, like Huang Zining, there must be military boots to wear. The Ming Dynasty changed the Song Dynasty's national policy of emphasizing literature over military force, and attached great importance to the construction of troops, especially the equipment of cavalry, which absorbed the advantages of Mongolian equipment. The infantryman's boots are also very particular, if they are left in modern times, they will not be able to get a pair of shoes without a hundred or ten yuan; like Zhang Huaishun, who was temporarily recruited, it would be good to be able to give a set of military uniforms, and the shoes were just straw sandals, with two layers of rags padded inside, so that the toes would not be exposed.

Maybe it's because the shoes are black, and Huang Zining's boots are the same color, plus after a day of walking on the mountain road, the snow melted road is muddy, and a pair of shoes are a little unrecognizable.

At this time, another thing that attracted my attention to my feet was the cold. The kind of cold that wants to make people mad. After all, those shoes were worn in summer, and they were stronger than Zhang Huaishun's. If you want to say that walking should warm your feet, the key is that the feet were wet with muddy water along the way, and a little wind blew them, and it looked like a knife cut through the shoes.

At this time, I could only endure it, and followed the large army from Linyong to Jiyang, which didn't even take an hour to walk at high speed, but I had to walk all day. This is still the fighting spirit of the more than 1,000 people killed and injured the night before, Zhang Huaishun told me that in normal times, without the urging of the coach, it is estimated that he can only go halfway.

Jiyang is a small place, and there is no resistance at all, and what is left for the Northern Army is almost an empty city. Originally, their idea of feeding the war with war was to go to a city and come to sweep it, first, to replenish the grain and grass, and secondly, to replenish the soldiers consumed by the war. In a small place like Jiyang, the family packed up and took away all the food and valuable things. There are no big landlords or rich people, who are a little richer, and those who can't move enough grain are robbed of those who don't have any grain.

They should all go to Jinan. Jinan Mansion is a large place, and the city walls are strong enough to resist the attacks of thousands of troops. Everyone thought so in their hearts, even some of the soldiers in the Northern Army. But the generals of the Northern Army did not think so, they felt that it was a matter of time before they crossed Shandong. To the north of Jiangsu, there was no decent resistance. Jinan may encounter some resistance, at most it is just for show, which is what they want, because with such resistance, they will have a reason to slaughter the city.

In their opinion, the slaughter of the city is the most enjoyable, in the war years, how can this group of energetic people vent the anger they have just provoked on the battlefield, which is not so easy to extinguish. Of course, I was anxious to see the blood bursting out of the enemy's body, and the blood of ordinary people was fine, as long as they were under the protection of the enemy.

These are all things that Zhang Huaishun told me along the way, not to mention that he was pulled into the army shortly after the Yanjing Northern Army was reinforced. Back and forth, he has also participated in more than ten or twenty battles, and he can be regarded as a veteran oilman.

"Let me tell you, the slaughter of prisoners is something that most people with the guts have done. Zhang Huaishun said, "Those who don't have the courage are basically dead." This soldier has changed one stubble after another, just like the people in our team, not there are only four left overnight. ”

What Zhang Huaishun said is also true, in the past, when you occupied a city, you would massacre prisoners. If the southern army escapes, they will kill the common people. Later, the common people were afraid of being killed, and they also fled south with the southern army, and finally there were empty cities one after another.

Zhang Yu ordered to camp in Jiyang at night. Jinan can't run over in front of him, because their commander Zhu Di has fallen too far in the north, and he has to wait. Zhu Di was also afraid that he Zhang Yu would be too fierce and be cut off by the Southern Army, so he made dumplings. Although the southern army was beaten to the ground with a division of 800,000 under the leadership of Li Jinglong, after all, the number was there, and there were 300,000 people, and Zhang Yu's 70,000 people were crushed to death just by pressing them.

Zhang Yu's army is still relatively strict, and the soldiers and commanders on duty at night are all sergeants. Of course, the incident of being attacked in the middle of the night also made him know that Li Jinglong's southern army was not without a threat at all. Therefore, he did not dare to let those temporarily recruited soldiers be on duty at night.

I was assigned to patrol the city, at midnight, in their words, at the hour of the hour. Because there is no husband, the time of the change of guard is confirmed by Mr. Qian himself. On duty with me was Xing Wuyang.

The two of us walked around the city with iron guns. Zhang Yu did not allow the troops to rest in the houses, and they all camped in the open space at the four city gates. The middle of the small city of Jiyang is empty. There was nothing to patrol inside, so Xing Wuyang and I walked down the street paved with broken stones and bricks with white lanterns.

We should still be worried about what happened when we set off in the morning, and because of Huang Zining's words, I have been guarding against him.