Mao Wenlong jumped straight out of the carriage, stuffed the wedge-shaped wheel under the wheel, threw a grain bag to the horse, and praised: "What a good horse!" “

He said to the entourage who gathered over: "Damn, Lao Tzu saw the row of horses in the bandits' den today, and his eyes were really red, if it weren't for the fact that the Sichuan army kid was also a member of the imperial court, Lao Tzu would have taken you to rob it." Let's Liaodong asked the Mongolian Tartars to buy a horse for Chinese use, it is expensive. ”

A group of retinues chimed in.

They all have northern accents, only Mao Wenlong, who was born in Hangzhou Mansion, and his speech still has a faint Wu Yue accent.

Zheng Haizhu saw that Mao Wenlong was deaf to his respectful inquiry, and his polite appearance when Ma Xianglin was present in the bandit village this morning, judged the two of them.

When he was confused, Mao Wenlong pulled back from the horse's head and carried her out of the car.

Zheng Haizhu instinctively exclaimed, and Huang Zunsu, who reacted behind him, hurriedly bowed down and jumped out of the carriage, before the person could stand firmly, the voice of the shouting question had already sounded: "General Mao, what are you doing!" ”

With a bang, a Liaodong soldier's scimitar came out of its sheath and lay across Huang Zunsu's chest.

Almost at the same time, another hoof sound came from the official road, and two Liaodong soldiers galloped to the horse, dragging a thin peasant and a half-old girl of twelve or thirteen years old from their horses respectively.

"Mao is guarded, he is the only one in the nearby village who can catch a car, this is his daughter."

Mao Wenlong showed three points of evil, stuffed the horsewhip into the farmer's arms, and said to the frightened father and daughter: "You, one is driving the car, and the other is serving the young lady, and the young lady and the two men are sent to Songjiang Mansion. Lao Tzu is a member of the imperial court, and he will return to Songjiang in a few days, if he finds that things have not been done, Lao Tzu will lead people to burn your village. ”

The farmer was honest and timid, so he dared to ask more questions and nodded again and again.

Han Ximeng and Zheng Shoukuan, who was awakened, also rushed to the door of the car at this time, and were also blocked by Liaodong soldiers with knives.

Huang Zunsu listened to the meaning of Mao Wenlong's words, as long as he took Zheng Haizhu away, doubt replaced anger.

He tried his best to put on a calm tone that knew what to do, and said solemnly: "General Mao, you know the identity of this official, but this official doesn't want to oppress people with power. This official just wants to ask, whether you are the old man of the Zheng family or not, you are a border general registered in the Ministry of War, and you are a person with a provenance, you must not have bad intentions when you suddenly act against Miss Zheng, why? ”

Mao Wenlong slightly restrained his fierce appearance, scribbled his hand at Huang Zunsu, and said, "I have no intention of offending Huang Daguan and Miss Han, so I specially found a villager to send you to Fucheng." On the other hand, Ben will not hide it from you, I do know this Zheng family, but I have no friendship, let alone hatred. For this Zheng girl, I sent her to a good place to enjoy happiness, not to take her back to Liaodong to be a concubine for Lao Tzu. Okay, don't talk nonsense about anything else, Lao Tzu has to hurry. ”

After that, Mao Wenlong waved his hand, and ordered his entourage to tie up Huang Zunsu, who was still scolding and scolding, and Zheng Shoukuan, who was struggling and scolding, stuffed them back into the car, and said to Han Ximeng, who was pale and begged to exchange silver: "Miss Han, don't worry, Lao Tzu is looking for a good future for your loyal servant, maybe, she will be richer than you in the future." ”

……

The night is four, and the stars are wide and wide.

The tide is very strong in the evening breeze, and there is more waves in the ears.

The horse team walked in the dark for about half an hour against the boundary between the dense forest and the tidal flats, and walked in the dark under the chirping of the owls, and then stopped at the seashore after rounding a reef that was as high and low as the ghosts gathered.

Mao Wenlong took Zheng Haizhu, whose hands were tied and lying on horseback, down and put it on the beach, and skillfully cut the rope.

"Miss Zheng has suffered." Although he spoke roughly, his apologetic attitude did not resemble a mockery.

The bumps and frightening made Zheng Haizhu's brain lack oxygen, and he was in a trance for half an hour, and at this moment his feet finally touched the ground, but he couldn't stand at all, and he was so weak that he sat on the sand.

Mao Wenlong motioned to his entourage to bring dry food and water, and Zheng Haizhu devoured the cattle and drank it, and finally recovered some of his vitality.

In the afternoon, Mao Wenlong's words when he suddenly changed his face on the official road, as well as the details of the indecent actions along the way, made Zheng Haizhu judge that Mao Wenlong's abduction of her did not seem to have anything to do with weathering and ugliness, but to send her somewhere, perhaps, to someone.

At least for now, I should be safe for my life.

Zheng Haizhu raised his head slightly, and asked Mao Wenlong in a slow tone: "General, is this place Nanhuizui?" ”

Mao Wenlong was surprised: "Hey, are you familiar with this place?" ”

Zheng Haizhu recalled the picture that came into view intermittently in a drowsy manner, and said calmly: "Before my brother was admitted to the Jinshi, he traveled in Nanzhili and Fujian and Zhejiang. After I became literate, I read the notes he wrote, which mentioned that there was an eagle's beak terrain near the sea near Songjiang, called Nanhui Tsui, and a square city was built to prevent Japanese invaders. I just saw the city wall from afar, so I guessed so. ”

Mao Wenlong nodded, and said in a harmonious voice: "You little woman, your knowledge and brains are really good. My eldest girl is about the same age as you, and in that grass nest in Liaodong, she is raised like a stupid roe deer, alas. ”

Before he finished speaking, an entourage who was chewing a cake said with a grin: "Mao Shoubei, your eldest girl, let it be given to the villain, is it okay?" The villain's father, in our tun, is notoriously afraid of my mother, my temperament must follow my father, and I will be sure to serve Miss Mao, from a stupid roe deer to a tigress. ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

And Mao Wenlong, in an instant, became without a trace of Shangguan's shelf, and said happily: "Xu San, your kid doesn't look bad, Lao Tzu is rare." After returning to Liaodong, if you kill a few more Jurchen Tartars, you will be able to be Lao Tzu's son-in-law. ”

"It's good, kill the Tartars, I also want to be the son-in-law of Mao Garrison, the girls of the garrison family, all thieves and juniors."

"I'm not just going to kill ordinary Tartars, I'm going to kill slave chiefs, what kind of yawning ......"

"The slave chief's name is Nurhachi!"

"Yes, yes, Nurhachi. Mao Guard, villain, I cut off the old chief's head and hollowed out the night pot for you! ”

"You kid bragging."

At this time, large areas of land such as Liaodong and Liaonan had not yet been occupied by the Jurchens led by Nurhachi, and many of the Han defenders and residents were from Dengzhou and Qinglai, so most of them had Jiaoliao accents.

Zheng Haizhu was surrounded by a happy and peaceful Shandong dialect, like listening to the Shandong Allegro of later generations, he forgot his unlucky situation for a while, and laughed sullenly.

After listening to Mao Wenlong's jokes with his subordinates, he began to seriously discuss whether Nurhachi would go west to attack Sarhu.

This place name, which was like thunder in the annals of later generations, suddenly made Zheng Haizhu look up, look at the high-spirited Mao Wenlong in front of him, and sigh.

It is now 1616 A.D., and in this year, Nurhachi, the Jurchen leader of the Jianzhou in the northeast, was officially called the Great Khan and established the Later Jin regime.

If you look at it from the perspective of future generations, the death knell of the Ming Dynasty has sounded.

After the adventure of the bandits' nest, Zheng Haizhu was a little confused, if he hadn't stabbed Xu Aliu, would Huang Zunsu and Han Ximeng be killed by Xu Aliu? In the real history, these two people lived to the Apocalypse and Chongzhen respectively, and in that time and space where they did not appear, they were not killed in the Wanli period.

Is it because another noble person appeared in real history to save their lives, or is this Ming Dynasty that he has traveled through is just a parallel time and space?

So, what will be the fate of Mao Wenlong, the most famous military figure in the late Ming Dynasty?

Where exactly is he taking me?