Gyeonggi in September is as changeable as the yellow plum sky.

In the dark night sky, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and torrential rain poured down.

The torrential rain obscured everything, and the mountains and fields were covered with the sound of "booming" rain.

The sky and the earth were shrouded in darkness and thunder and lightning, and the four fields were vast, and they could not see their fingers. The torrential rain caused the temperature to drop rapidly, making people feel extremely chilly.

There were not many houses in the village, and a dozen or so lonely houses looked weak under the storm, as if they would be blown down by the wind at any moment.

In one room, there lived a family of four.

The elder sister hugged her younger brother who was frightened by the thunder and shrunk in the bed, and the mother didn't care to comfort a pair of children not to be afraid, but hurriedly took a bucket to catch the water leaking from the roof, otherwise it wouldn't be long before the house was damp.

The man was not idle, and after setting up a bamboo ladder on the beams of the house, he climbed up cautiously, holding in his hand a bundle of dried straw that the house used to make a fire.

The wind and rain outside were too strong for the man to go out, so he could only mend it inside the house and spend the night.

After a period of hard work, the three holes in the roof were finally blocked with straw, the man climbed down the ladder with a sigh of relief, and the woman took a towel to wipe her husband's damp body and complained about why he didn't ask someone to repair the house.

The man smiled, his wife's complaint was only heard, and after drying his face, he walked to the side of the bed and took a closer look, seeing that he was not damp by the rain, he couldn't help but put his heart at ease, pinched his son's little face, and told him not to be afraid, it was just thundering outside, not a monster eating children.

"It's raining a lot, and it looks like it's going to fall until tomorrow. When the weather is fine, I'll go to the town and ask someone to get it. The man walked up to his wife and whispered.

The woman nodded, but asked with some concern, "How much will it cost?" ”

"I don't have much money, I will repair it myself, save a salary, mainly the material money, no matter how cheap it is, it will have to be dozens of yuan."

As the man was talking, there was a sudden gust of wind, and the closed window was blown open by the wind, and the rain suddenly hit the house.

The man hurriedly stepped forward to close the window, but when he reached out, he was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

The woman felt strange, and she looked outside, and there was nothing in the dark.

The man didn't speak, still stunned.

The woman was a little frightened, could it be that her husband was hooked by a demon?

Just as he was panicking about to cut his husband's braids quickly, there was another flash of lightning in the dark night sky.

The moment the lightning flashed, the woman was stunned.

She saw that there were a lot of people walking on the road leading to Jingshi at the entrance of the village.

"Yin soldier aisle!"

The woman's face was so frightened that there was no blood at all, and when she was a child, she had heard the old man tell her that in the past, the army in this part of the village had fought and many people had died. Later, every time it was windy and rainy, the villagers would see that there was an army aisle on the road at the entrance of the village.

The old people said it was the ghost of a dead soldier marching.

The woman was frightened, only to feel that her hands and feet were cold, and the whole person was about to collapse.

The man turned his head sharply, made a gesture not to shout, and then whispered: "It's not a Yin soldier, it's a living person!" ”

"Living?"

The husband's words made the woman a little emboldened, and she dared to come to her husband's side and look out, but the four fields without electric light were still pitch black, and she couldn't see anything.

The husband and wife just breathed and looked straight into the distance.

When the lightning flashed through the sky again, the husband and wife saw the scene they had just seen - countless soldiers were chasing me from the entrance of the village to the north of the Jingshi!

"Listen, they seem to be singing!"

The man was sure that it was not some Yin soldier marching at the entrance of the village, but an army of living people, because he heard the singing.

The woman listened with her ears pricked up, and sure enough, there was a faint sound of singing in the distance.

"What are you singing?"

Women don't listen carefully.

The man didn't speak, but listened quietly, for a moment, his mouth opened slightly, and he said uncertainly: "It seems that the first determination is to repay the king's kindness, the second homework must be taught by the chief, and the third march is not to harass the people, and our salaries and silver are all people's fat..."

"Officers and soldiers can sing?"

The woman was confused, she had never seen an officer or soldier who could sing when she was so big.

The man shook his head, he was quite rare.

Moreover, those officers and soldiers are still in white clothes and white armor, and I don't know if they are from the Eight Banners or the Green Battalion.

I heard the people in the town say that the Queen Mother seems to have died, maybe these officers and soldiers went to Beijing to mourn, right?

So he said it to his wife casually.

"Don't look at it, what's so good about the officers and soldiers entering Beijing to mourn?"

The woman pulled her husband down.

The man wanted to watch for a while, but he couldn't resist his wife, so he had to close the window and go to bed to tease his children, but this heart was always very strange, and he didn't understand why the officers and soldiers were marching on a stormy day, even if they were in a hurry to enter Beijing to mourn, couldn't they wait for the rain to stop before setting off?

On the official road in the distance, it was the Changwei Army of the Zhili Green Battalion who was braving the rain to enter Beijing to mourn.

What the soldiers of the Qihan Dynasty sang in the wind and rain was their military song - "Master Jia's Training Song".

"Tell the brothers, Master Jia said that this time the brothers were allowed to enter Beijing to support his old man's house, as long as he could rush to Fengtai after dawn, one person would be rewarded with ten taels!"

Deb wiped the sweat from his forehead, and tightened the strip of loyal white cloth that was somewhat loose on his forehead.

.......

The infantry army commanded the yamen, and Jia Liu was about to set off for Fengtai to meet the Chang Wei army he had created, but he was blocked by the old man.

After listening to Lao Fu say that the emperor is really Han, what queen mother was called by the emperor, what emperor sent troops into Beijing to kill the clan, and what soldiers were transferred were white clothes and white armor to give Chongzhen filial piety or something, Jia Liu was simply crazy.

"Impossible, never!"

Facing the old rich man who had gone mad, Jia Liu felt that he had no way to wake him up, but the other party said that he was sent by the fourth devil to lead the yamen of the infantry army in order to cooperate with the soldiers and horses from other places to slaughter the clan, which was simply unbearable.

When did he become a six-year-old devil and a thug of the fourth devil?

The repeated denials of the good six sons, as well as the righteous words, made the old man shake his reasoning a little, thinking that he might really think too much, and finally asked with great confidence: "The emperor really didn't let you lead troops to kill the clan?" ”

"My good big brother, what do you want me to say to believe it, do you want me to swear to God!"

Jia Liu's bitterness, Lao Fu's posture is really distressing.

But the facts are the facts, he can't tell lies to deceive the old rich.

The fourth devil really didn't let him do anything else, to be a man, you have to talk about your conscience!

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I'll go to Fengtai."

"What are you doing in Fengtai?"

"Nothing."

"Really?"

The old man looked at Jia Liu, who was wearing armor, suspiciously.

Seeing this, Jia Liu knew that the old man was thinking nonsense again, and hurriedly explained: "Big brother, as a military general, I am also ordered to supervise the green battalion horse infantry of the Beijing Division, so it is normal to wear armor, right?" ”

"My lord, the knife!"

Fan Wei handed over the Curb Pilon Treasure Knife.

Jia Liu took it and put it on his waist and said casually: "As I said before, brother, how can I be a military general without a knife." ”

Lao Fu suddenly became excited, and grabbed Jia Liu's collar: "Say, what are you doing in Fengtai!"

"I..."

Jia Liu knew that this matter was a little confusing at the moment, so he had no choice but to say that he was going to pick up Chang Weijun, which was the soldiers and horses he had built when he was in Linqing to suppress bandits.

"But things are definitely not what the eldest brother thinks, I am often a thousand people... Brother, I'm afraid that I won't be able to suppress those guys in the Jingshi Green Camp, so..."

No matter how Jia Liu explains, Lao Fu just doesn't believe it.

Jia Liu didn't dare to let the old man go like this, because the problem would immediately become more serious because he left, and he Chang Weijun would come to Chongzhen to wear filial piety.

I had no choice but to ask someone to bring a horse to the old man and take the old guy to Fengtai to have a look.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Jokes, what white clothes and white armor, what is Chongzhen Dai Xiao, these are all rumors that anyone can think of.

Too low-level.

The old rich guy is also right, he is a minister anyway, why do you believe everything like an ignorant village woman.

When did the quality of officials in our Qing Dynasty become so low?

The heavy rain in the night had stopped, and the air was crisp after leaving the city.

Fengtai is not far away, Jia Liu had always thought that there was really a Fengtai camp there, but later he learned that there was no at all.

Fengtai has a garrison, but there are only 180 green battalion soldiers.

Similarly, the West Hill Camp does not exist.

The Xishan Jianrui Battalion does have it, but it makes him miserable, and now I am afraid that there is only a left-behind headquarters left.

Not to mention, the old man has been a governor in the end, and now he is a court official, and he really has two brushes, although his body is a little rich, but his immediate vigor is not inferior to Jia Liu.

Soon, everyone arrived in Fengtai.

However, the moment he saw Chang Weijun, Jia Liu gasped on his horse.

The old rich man on the side is also discolored.

"Master Jia is here!"

"Master Jia is here!"

Unwitting pro-soldiers shouted on horseback.

Suddenly, the 1,000 officers and soldiers of the Changwei Army, led by Debu, who arrived in the rain, all knelt down on one knee and shouted in unison: "See your lordship! ”

In front of the military formation, the white Changwei flag was fluttering.

In the military formation, spearmen, archers, spearmen, and horses, and soldiers were all covered with white cloth, and their foreheads were all tied with a white cloth half a palm's width, with a big loyalty character on it.

Looking at Chang Weijun, who was dressed in white and white armor and white flags, Jia Liu finally knew the truth that there was no wind.

The heart is also "whooshing", and the cool air is close to the throat and eyes.

It's like in a dream.

"Devil Six, you, you, you!"

Fuller's heart was cold, and his hands trembled even more.

He didn't expect that the good six sons would betray the organization!

He said he would be loyal to the Qing Dynasty!

"Big brother, things are not what you think,"

Jia Liu, who was confused and equally shocked, didn't have the face to look at the old man, and he raised his whip and pointed at Deb angrily: "Who made you wear it like this!" ”

"My lord, Director Yang said to look at the spirit like this."

Deb looked at his pale-faced adult, and then at the adult next to him, whose face was obviously wrong.

It's very spiritual, what's wrong?

------Off topic------

The marching fragment in this chapter refers to a fragment from the author Dacheng's anti-Qing work "Han'er Is Not a Slave".

I copy myself, it is not counted as copying.

I just think this clip is very spiritual.

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