Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Righteous Army

As the only "big road" that must pass through to Lingqiu, the road is only three or two zhang wide, and the crossing is even narrower and more difficult to walk.

When Chongzhen surveyed the surrounding terrain, he saw at a glance the characteristics of the natural pass here, which is absolutely easy to defend and difficult to attack.

So he planned to build a circle of improvised earthen ramparts and wrap them in a semicircle around the exit. The wall does not need to be too high seven feet to suffice, the head is capped, and a horizontal long mouth is opened in the middle, which is convenient for one's own spears to poke out to kill the enemy, vaguely similar to the shape of the "bunker" of later generations.

To realize this idea, it takes enough masonry, clay, skilled masonry craftsmen, and a lot of manpower to complete it in a short time.

"Hopefully there will be good news tomorrow." Chongzhen sat in the hastily built camp tent and said this, it seems that he has great expectations for the affairs of Duanjiazhuang.

Regarding Lingqiu, the news that Wang Jinchao sent back earlier has been made clear. The place is hundreds of miles long, and all the villages along the way are deserted, even in the county seat, which is dilapidated and few people alive.

Similar situations are everywhere in Shanxi, where civilians have fled to escape disasters and famines, and the gentry have been tortured and plundered.

As time passed, the first convoys of grain and grass finally arrived, and they were brought into the camp by newly recruited men, some of whom were also prisoners.

"Cough..."Deng San hurriedly put down the handlebar, covered his mouth and coughed, since yesterday, this throat tube has been itching from time to time, and he can't solve his addiction by coughing.

"You, hurry up!"

Deng San raised his head and glanced at it, it was a soldier wearing a black hat urging him, and replied: "What's the hurry, isn't this moving." With that, he spat into the palm of his hand, rubbed it, and shouted and carried the grain bag on the car.

While unloading the goods, he didn't forget to mutter: "A dog tartar." ”

Previously, since the Ming army began to counterattack, Deng San, who blew up the city wall, has been hiding in the pile of corpses and pretending to be dead, and was later found out by the Ming soldiers who counted the battlefield, so he became a member of the Qing army's prisoners. The Ming army was victorious, and Deng San, who was lucky enough to survive, had the idea of joining the army, but his mother was not selected. At that time, Deng San said that it was good, and there was a lot of slander in his stomach, what kind of bullshit regimental training camp, the third master is not uncommon to go.

The military household was not mixed, but he was recruited by the people sent by the prefect and became a man who transported grain.

After putting the last bag of grain steadily, Deng San looked at the big white tent in the center of the battalion, and outside the tent, soldiers were erecting and arranging braziers.

"The emperor is still at ease."

Deng San said, and remembered that when Mengchai surrendered, the emperor also appeared, but unfortunately he couldn't look carefully at that time, if he could see it up close one day, he would have to brag with others in the future!

"Yo, the surname is Deng." Deng San heard the sound and looked back to see that it was Wu Tianqi, who was also a cart driver, and the two met on the way, and they became friends by taking care of each other.

"Lao Wu, why did you come, the third master is all unloaded." Deng San, who was busy with his work, was in a good mood and quipped.

"Sensei, the halfway car is broken, if it weren't for the help of the military master of the regimental training camp, we wouldn't know what to do."

"Lao Tzu said how to work hard for a while, and I won't be able to see you when I turn back."

When Wu Tianqi heard this, he scolded and said, "You guy, are you embarrassed to say it?" Lao Tzu didn't call you Deng San, don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know that you are fucking deaf. Deng San picked his nose and took out a small mud ball and bounced it at Wu Tianqi.

"That said, can the third master be an ungrateful person? Okay, okay, the third master will help you unload the goods. ”

"Hey, that's pretty much it."

When unloading the goods, Wu Tianqi saw that Deng San was coughing, and stepped forward and asked, "Brother, are you okay?" Deng San coughed and waved his hand: "Cough... It's okay. ”

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Duanjiazhuang, ancestral ancestral hall.

According to the words of the clan elder, all the men with the handle in the village were present, gathered in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, a yellow dog drilled in from the crack in the door, like a person to see the lively, when walking between the two hind legs there is something dangling up and down, it can be seen that it is a male dog with a handle.

"Little Jun'er, tell everyone what you see and hear."

Duan Xiaojun snorted at the clan elder on the stage, turned his head and said, "Eh, this group of thieves I met when I went out to chop wood today, I was scared and hid in the forest, but I still let them catch them." ”

Duan Xiaojun danced with his hands, imitating the movements of Meng Chai as he grabbed him.

"Of the two people who came to our village, one of them was tall and strong, and he caught it."

"Listen to the official call him by his name, what kind of fierce material is it? If it weren't for the guidance of the ancestors, I wouldn't be able to think clearly, big guy, think about it, do we have a surname Mengdi in Shanxi? ”

"At that time, I wondered how strange this person looked."

Speaking of this, a man in the audience asked: "Aren't you talking nonsense, there is no surname Meng in Shanxi, in case there is anything in Shandong?" Where in the north and south of the world are there no people who are soldiers? What's so strange. ”

"Duan Xiaogang, you are really a stupid donkey, we mean that he is not Han and you don't understand?" Duan Xiaojun pointed to Duan Xiaogang in the audience.

Duan Xiaogang hugged his chest and looked at each other on the stage, and the two didn't seem to deal with each other on weekdays.

"Oh, it's not Han, so tell us what it is."

"It's the Mongols! It's full! Duan Xiaojun suddenly raised his hands and shouted.

Duan Xiaogang was about to continue to refute, but the clan elder who was sitting quietly on the Taishi chair knocked on Wang Zhan and said, "Xiao Jun'er is right, one of the people who came to our village today is from outside the Great Wall. ”

The villagers in Zhuangzi are usually closed to news, and most of them don't know anything about what is happening outside, so when they hear the patriarch say this, their faces don't react much.

"The Ming court is dead, and the Great Wall is no longer guarded, and now, the Mongolian Tatars outside the gate have come to our Datong, and the group of people that Xiaojun met is likely to be."

"Ancestor, what did you talk to them about at the entrance of the village?"

The clan elder said everything Chongzhen said, and some villagers inevitably asked: "Then who is true and who is fake?" "Why is it that the general army of the official army is also Mongolian and Tatar, which makes people confused.

Duan Xiaogang also followed: "Yes, old ancestor, I feel that people are from the official army, and I heard Duan Xiaojun make up nonsense." ”

Everyone began to chirp again, and even the ignorant little baby coaxed: "Here comes the Tartar!" The officers and soldiers are coming! ”

Hearing many people singing against him, Duan Xiaojun, who insisted that he was not wrong, shouted: "What's wrong with the officers and soldiers!" Officers and soldiers don't kill? Officers and soldiers don't grab food? Why can't the officers and soldiers be the lackeys of the Mongols? ”

"Knock, knock, knock." Everyone seemed to be very sensitive to the sound of Wang Zhan knocking on the ground, and instantly fell silent.

"Yes or no, seeing is believing, Xiaojun said that there are not many of them, everyone will bring the guy with them tonight, the old man is going to see for himself, he can't hide from the first fifteen, if it's really a Mongolian Tatar, he will fight with them."