Yongli Emperor Chapter 407: Millions of displaced people cross the Yangtze River

, the resentment of the hungry people has already accumulated to the step of cannibalism. It's really going to be the other way around. Yuan Nanshan waved his hand helplessly. Got down to the city. He was about to go to the south gate. Suddenly, there was a cheer from the city wall: "Reinforcements are coming." Reinforcements are coming. ”

The green hungry people at the head of the city became a rebel party. Look at the hungry people under the city. I've been scared for a long time. Now I see a great army coming from the north. Naturally, reinforcements came. own salvation and so on.

Yuan Nanshan's heart was relieved. Ascending the tower. Lift your eyes. Sure enough, I saw a cavalry with a long knife coming from the north to cover and kill. Even the castle tower felt the vibration of the horses' steps. The homeless people used their last bit of strength. It's hard to escape with your head in your arms. Even the displaced people under the city began to abandon Tongzhou and flee north. It was definitely a very shocking scene. like sheep all over the place. Chased by a pack of hungry wolves. Yuan Nanshan couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw it. Hurriedly ordered "1 garrison:"General Ertai is here." Hurry up and get started. The firecrackers went out to help General Ertai drive out the displaced people. ”

"Wow." The garrison fought thousands. In a hurry, the city gates were opened.

Yuan Nanshan went down to the city tower under the support of a team of officials. Got on the Lanny sedan chair and rushed to the palace. Outside the city, shouting to kill the heavens. The surname in the city didn't know what was going on. Frightened eyes looked out into the street through the crack in the door. I only saw the prefect's sedan chair walking past the street. Hurried.

A moment of effort. Yuan Nan arrived at the mansion. Running in at a trot. I saw Suo E's big yaman sitting in the hall: "Lord Qincha." General Ertai's men arrived. ”

"So fast?" Suo took a sip of tea unhurriedly. Immediately stood up: "Raise the wolf smoke and inform the green battalions stationed in Nantong Antai Second Mansion to start acting as planned." ”

Yuan Nanshan Leng. I didn't expect that Lord Chincha still had this hand:"|. What wolf smoke? ”

Suo Etu chuckled. It is a minister.|The plan to manage the migration of millions of displaced people is, of course, to make every effort to spread everywhere. It was not only the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry that drove the displaced people to flee south. Dozens of sheds were also set up in the field of the two mansions where the battalions brought from Zhili were densely packed. Just a little contact. Chess pieces from all over the world are dispatched in unison. I can do this errand thoroughly.

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Quick as a wink. The Nantong city tower was lit with wolf smoke. The two mansions of Tongzhou and Tai'an seem to have become hunting wolves, riding high fog and stopping from time to time with sabers. There was blood stained along the way. The displaced people scattered and fled. might as well suddenly kill a team of green battalions on both sides. There is a way out besides the south. In all other directions, there are jackals, tigers and leopards. Hideous roar.

The north bank of the Yangtze River has gathered countless displaced people who have no way out. What was once the mother river is now a terrifying moat. A barrier between life and death, the river rushed from west to east, endlessly, blocking the hope of all the people.

Countless cries rang out. The water hung on the hopeless face and dried. Eventually, it became numb, and the displaced people began to gather more and more in Jiangbei. Prolonged hunger emptied their bodies. In order to survive, the running of ten miles or even dozens of miles has consumed their last trace of physical strength. The only thing they can sit on. It is to sit or lie on this riverbed. Listen to the sound of the river crashing on the water's edge. Listen to a cry that rises higher than a voice.

More and more displaced people gathered on the north shore came and became denser, and a battalion came from behind. They were banished to a very small space on the riverbank, and the riverbed for ten miles has now become a prison on earth.

We're just a bunch of people. What is sought is nothing more than a foothold for one side. It's just a bite of brown rice that isn't sweet. Ask for only one piece of clothing that will cover your body. That's it. We strive to cultivate for the Lord. endured the scorching sun to complete the apportionment of the government. We grow ten acres of grain. Half of the lords who are willing to dedicate to it. is also willing to meet the government's deductions. Farming is ten. We were requisitioned by the imperial court to work as river workers. Go to the ashram. We want too little. It's too much. But. What? Why don't you want to give us even this little gift? Must we be wiped out?

On the long opposite bank. The soldiers on the sentry looked at the scene on the other side. At first, he was stunned. I thought it was the Qing army that made a move. Then the fingers had deeply carved the burning handle. Angry eyes look at everything in front of them. It's like a vivid disaster movie. It is both sad and sad about the death of the rabbit and the fox. But they said. It's not acting. It's not a movie they haven't been exposed to at all. Everything is alive. From the monoculars issued, you can see that the people who are not well dressed and decent, yellow muscles, thin and full of fear. They may have different expressions. But there is one thing in common. Those eyes. A pair of windows that look through people's hearts. Now it's gray. There is no hint of shine in it

"Kill to the riverbank." There was a roar of rage from a sentry post.

"Kill it. Kill to the river. "The soldiers in the surrounding fortifications have never been so angry. Someone picked up a firebolt and opened fire into the air. Bang Bang vented the depression in his heart.

More and more Ming soldiers left their posts. Poked his head out of the fortifications. I walked to the riverbed on the south bank in unison. Far away echoes with the people of the north shore.

"--Your Excellency. Shall we? ”

"Yes. Kill the past. Kill the Tartars. ”

Some of the Ming soldiers brought the garrison officers together. Wishes.

The garrison stopped looking at a figure on the other side of the river. Angrily said: "There is no boat. How to kill? Do you swim past? ”

"I'll swim over." It's Wang Da Niu. Tear off the military uniform. Revealing skin. Walk towards the riverbed in a pair of breeches.

"Brother Wang, go."

"I'll go too."

"Damn it. To die together. Killing a Tartar is enough. ”

More turned the anger in their chests into strength. Resolved to never return.

"There's a boat coming. It is the banner of the Nanyang Naval Division. Come on. "Suddenly. In the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, there was a burst of laughter. Then cheers rang out from the north and south banks of the Yangtze River. The army on the south bank has always looked down on the sailors. There is a faint desire to compete with the sailor. But today. For the first time, these Ming soldiers stationed on the south bank felt the importance of the naval division. Someone was shouting, "Long live the sailor." Long live the Mariner. ”

It's like a plague contagion. The others shouted: "Long live the sailor." Long live His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. ”

On the river. Hundreds of ships headed north from the estuary. Since the Yangtze River could not moor large gunboats. Therefore, only small and medium-sized supply ships went up the river. A platoon of Marines of the Drainage Division stood. Holding a firebolt in his hand. Looking at the North Shore, there was fire in his eyes.

The ships began to approach the north of the river. The Ming army with fire in hand voluntarily boarded. Start maintaining order. Let the homeless people get on the boat one by one. There are also some dry rations and fresh water on board to eat. Dying, or the old and weak, the soldiers rushed to the board, or carried or supported to board the board. The displaced people began to pour towards the section where the ships were moored. The Ming soldiers of the Marine Corps of the Marine Division suddenly felt. The integration of military and civilian, which the instructors kept emphasizing in the new barracks, turned out to be more than just an empty slogan. When I saw that one by one the displaced people were rescued on the boat. When someone brought the already cold gruel to the shriveled lips. When the hungry people regained some strength, they smiled. Radiates a glow. For the first time, the soldiers felt it. Just a smile though. It is also more accomplished than making meritorious deeds on the battlefield. On the battlefield is killing. And now it's saving people. Life like dry bones. in front of your eyes. Bloom with the color of life. Reach your heart. Warm. It can't be dissolved or dispersed.

Boxes of surplus basins were brought ashore. A part of the Ming soldiers had already crossed the outskirts under the leadership of the officers. Some of the soldiers began to set up porridge sheds to give porridge. Although these gruels are a drop in the bucket for the homeless people who are rushing in with no end in sight. But it gave hope to the hungry. A courage to live.

Ships began to transport the hungry back and forth in an orderly manner. The Ming soldiers on the south bank also began to distribute their own food for the hungry people who crossed the riverbank. Beads of sweat slipped from the face under the military hat. Slide the tip of the nose from between the foreheads. No complaints. Some are just relieved.

This waits. On the south bank, a group of black pressure and Ming troops rushed in. The leader is Mu Jianming. He personally pulled the carriage. Behind the carriage were improvised pieces of bamboo raft planks. Behind them were tens of thousands of people carrying bamboo rafts. Carrying a bag of rice alive. Carrying a bucket alive. It is a full ten miles from Changshu Fucheng to here. Mu Jianming didn't sleep. collected materials and led the team to the river bank non-stop. But it was still late.

The soldiers at the sentry began to pick up Mu Jianming's team. Mu Jianming couldn't help but feel a little discouraged when he saw the boats on the river transporting hungry people back and forth. Unexpectedly, let the Nanyang sailors take the lead. The Nanyang Naval Division followed the emperor's northern tour. Jianming wrote a chapter overnight and sent it to Zhu Jun, who was preparing to leave for Nanjing in Suzhou. Zhu Jun did not hesitate to send the Southern Water Division that stopped on the coast of eastern Jiangsu to enter the Yangtze River from the waters of Changsan to rescue people.