On the banks of the Yellow River, at the Huanggang Mausoleum, the camp stretches for hundreds of miles, and the rows of Mongolian tents cannot be seen at a glance. At first glance, there are countless armored and sword-wielding soldiers gathered by the river, and there are even densely packed people inside, as if there is a tendency to cross the river and fight. I listened carefully, but I didn't hear the sound of the military drums, only the sound of the trumpet, which echoed on both sides of the Yellow River with the steep spring breeze. The flowing water, which gradually changed the course of the river, seemed to be turbulent with the simple and low sound of the trumpet, like a wild horse on the loose. Until the sun sets, the river breeze is cold.

The third prince, Bal Tsoda, straddled the horse, led Jialu and other officials, and the Kelsang brothers and other lamas, slowly came to the gate of the big camp, reviewed frequently, held a leather whip, pointed behind him, and said, "The soldiers are embedded in the formation, and they have searched and killed several groups of white lotus demons in a row, and the project of diverting the Yellow River is about to succeed." It is really God bless the Great Yuan, and we are waiting for the prosperous era, which can be regarded as making meritorious contributions, reporting to the court, and benefiting the people. The crowd was applauded, and then Baltsoda, who was laughing, went into the camp.

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The night was dark, and in a simple tent, dozens of sweaty people were lying on the ground crookedly, like dead dogs. After half a ring, various voices rang out. There is the sound of coughing, there is the sound of scolding, there is the sound of snoring, there is the sound of groaning... I don't know who took off his stinky shoes and threw them at a sleepy young man, who stood up, sat up, and threw the stinky shoes at a middle-aged man with a full beard, and shouted, "Good you cow Er, you know how to entertain me all day long." One day, let's compare and compare. The bearded man who was called Niu Er laughed, and said while picking his feet with his hands, "Wait until Li San can carry the one hundred and twenty catties of Zhenhe Stone one day." There was a burst of laughter in the tent. Then Li San blushed and muttered, "Don't look at the calm surface of the river, the water below the river is in a hurry." When the more than 100 catties of Zhenhe stone came to the back, it was like a thousand catties. Only Brother Niu, who knows the White Lotus Spell, can carry it and drag it away. The word white lotus, like a magic spell, came out of Li San's mouth, which made the atmosphere in the tent suddenly solemn. The oowing stopped, the snoring faded away, and the scolding and coughing disappeared. And they sat or lay down, or lie on their backs, and all looked with their eyes on the ox.

That Niu Er smiled, looked out of the tent, sat on the ground, straightened his waist, looked around, hugged his fists and said, "If it weren't for the blessing of the White Lotus Sect, I, Niu Er, would be the same as you Li San, and I would almost die under the river today." One of them asked quietly, "Niu Er, can you teach that spell to us?" I don't know who assigned to put that town river stone in the future?" Niu Er shook his head and replied, "It's not Niu Er's secret secret, this is the spell of the White Lotus Sect." Someone else laughed and scolded, "Niu Er, didn't your White Lotus Sect say that you extradition sentient beings and save the people? Why is a small carrying spell so stingy?" The rest of the crowd echoed, "Exactly!"

The cow stood up, walked to the middle, spread his hands and said, "It's not that I'm unwilling, it's not that the White Lotus Sect is hiding secrets. These days, don't the brothers see the scene of the slippery head floating on the surface of the river?" The three princes of Dayuan, who personally supervised the river workers, and those who took the opportunity to make trouble with the White Lotus demons were killed. These days, I don't know how many people have been arrested, taken to the river, kneeling in a row, and beheaded. Seeing that everyone was silent, Niu Er clasped his fists and said, "Fortunately, all the brothers are thoughtful, Niu Er can live to this day, and I thank you brothers here!"

Li San, who was red-faced before, stepped forward, bowed deeply, took Niu Er's hand, and said, "Brother, don't be like this." Today, if it weren't for your help, brother, I, Li San, would have been crushed to death by the river stone in that town under the mud and sand. Then someone said, "Yes, yes, if it weren't for your Niu Er using the White Lotus Spell, I don't know how many people in this tent would have died under the water." Brother, you are relieved, betraying your compatriots, and taking revenge, we will definitely not do it. Another person said, "Yes, yes, in the future, we will have to rely on you, Brother Niu, to leave this river camp alive." Suddenly, everyone agreed.

Niu Er glanced at the speakers, then waved his hand resolutely at the people in the tent, and sat back in his original position with a gloomy face, no longer speaking. There was another striking silence in the tent, and after a few moments, as the patrol sergeant approached, the coughing, scolding, snoring, and groaning sounded again, and finally gradually fell silent.

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In a hall, there are many torches, the first two chairs, on the left side sat a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, patting the handle of the Taishi chair with one hand, while turning his head to the person on the right and asking, "Brother Liu, those brothers at the Yellow River construction site, how is the progress?" The man on the right was leaning on the Taishi chair at the moment, his eyes were slightly closed, and his right hand was slowly pinching his beard. Altar Master, please rest assured, since the last time in the Poyang Lake, Futong was taught the wonderful method by my White Lotus Sect Immortal Master, and he has led a cadre of disciples in the sect to practice. Even though I'm thousands of miles away from it, and it's besieged by the Yuangou, we can still communicate with each other. Now, although there are Yuan troops and masters, they take the opportunity of separating 100,000 people to take advantage of the situation to set up a nine-turn hidden dragon formation by the Yellow River. As long as the latent disciples in the sect are in each camp and all perform the method of unifying their divine thoughts, they can connect hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people everywhere. When the time comes, we only need to go to the altar, and we can surround those Yuan legions sandwiched in the middle, and the Nine Turns Hidden Dragon Formation will be cut off from it, and it will be self-defeating. ”

It turned out that after Liu Futong was rescued by Wuxu that day, he was afraid that the cold frost of the Zhengyi Sect of Longhu Mountain would come again, and he didn't care about the group of water thieves in Poyang Lake, so he took his daughter and Chang Yuchun back to Shandong, and changed his feelings from the middle and bottom of the Ming Sect. After that, Liu Futong and Han Shantong, the owner of the altar, gathered a lot of people with the help of the White Lotus Order, and selected shrewd men from among them to teach some of the rough and superficial quick methods in the "Divine Mind Summoning Technique", and the Shandong White Lotus Altar became more and more powerful. After these sect members were able to accept their orders in the air, Liu Futong discussed with Han Shantong for a while, and took advantage of the Yellow River to divert the official mansion to recruit husbands, and ordered the disciples in the sect to sneak in one after another. Subsequently, there were incidents such as "Mo Daoshiren has one eye and provokes the Yellow River to rebel in the world".

Han Shantong, who was sitting on the left side, heard Liu Futong say this, stroked his palms and smiled, "In this way, great things can be expected!" He immediately ordered someone to send an order to go down, quarry stones and build an altar on a certain day, and ordered someone to inform the disciples of the sect scattered everywhere, half of them coming, and half of them staying.

Within a few days, the White Lotus Sect in Shandong came in the starry night and gathered in one place, with a crowd of 3,000. Han Shantong and Liu Futong chose a good day and auspicious time, both walked to the altar, sacrificed the white lotus order to the sky, and in the midst of the three knocks and nine bows of the people, ordered people to bring white horses and black oxen, cut off their heads, sprinkled their blood, and led the disciples to worship heaven and earth. In the end, everyone stood up with Han Shantong and Liu Futong, and Han Shantong walked up to the three-foot-high, five-foot-square altar, raised his right arm wrapped in a red scarf, waved it slightly, and said loudly, "Brothers.."

In April of the first year of Yuan Zhizheng, Han Shantong and Liu Futong gathered 3,000 White Lotus Sect members in Bailuzhuang, with the red scarf as the number, and Han Shantong as the king of Ming.

Helplessly, not long after the alliance uprising, Bailuzhuang was immediately surrounded by the Yuan army. Han Shantong died, and Liu Futong broke through.

That's right

It has never been easy to revolt, but who is there except for the congregation?

There are even more leaders who die first, and the heroes who sacrifice are succumbing.