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His eyes were scarlet, his beard and hair were stretched out, and Shang Ke roared with joy. Kong Youde and Geng Zhongming were also speechless when he yelled. In Phi Island, whoever was not kicked out from his hometown, why did he and Geng Zhongming have no relatives? Under the post-golden swordsman, it's just that the days in the past few years have been too dull and comfortable, and their edges and corners have been somewhat worn away.

"The two brothers, Marshal Yuan, really want a real slave. You and I are hot-blooded men. Let's go with the brothers! Even if blood is spilled under Shenyang City, it's better than spending time on this deserted island!"

These words made Kong Youde wake up suddenly, and immediately his rough face was straightened, and he shook his head very seriously.

"Shuai Mao treated me with such kindness as a mountain, and I don't believe that Yuan surnamed. Their civil servants and scholars can say it with just one mouth, and they will be done when they are really on the battlefield. The real war has to be a warrior like Mao Shuai. For a few years, Shuai Mao just waited for an opportunity, but when the time comes, Shuai Mao will lead our Dongjiang army to fight Jiannu to the death!"

"Okay, this is the last day for us brothers. After drinking this bowl of wine, we will be our own masters in the future! Come on, let's get together and relax, let's do it!"

"Brother is right, do it!"

In the end it was Geng Zhongming who interrupted the dispute. With his nod, the soldiers served three bowls of wine, and with a sigh of emotion, Shang Kexi took up a bowl of hot sorghum wine and poured it with his head held high, followed closely by Kong Youde and Shang Kexi It's gulp.The warriors of this era are so forthright, they never procrastinate, and when the wine is dry, three big bowls are thrown to the ground and smashed, and the three parted ways since then, and if they meet on the battlefield, they will never talk about love again Points, just fight to the death!

Shang Kexi boarded Yuan Chonghuan's boat with Shang Kexi and some cronies. The bloody day finally subsided with the sunset, but the mission of the Dongjiang Army was not over yet. Obviously, he could be proud of the battlefield like a hero, even if he died, he would die on the battlefield against alien races, but because of Yuan Chonghuan's decision, and his Mao Jue's decision, he died so unknown on this desert island.

Looking at the tombstones directly inserted into the graves by dilapidated ship planks, Mao Jue himself felt a little embarrassed.

This was the second time he witnessed the bloody scene of this era with his own eyes. Although he didn't carry a knife today, there were at least three or four people who fell under his shooting.Fortunately, Mao Jue didn't feel any guilt in his heart. The death of more than a hundred soldiers today saved the Wuqiao Mutiny in the future. Without King Jin Sanshun, there will be fewer innocent souls in the Central Plains.

Just when Mao Jue was fascinated by watching, a slap was slapped on his shoulder suddenly, and he turned his head suddenly, but it was Mao Wenlong who also sorted out the chaotic Dongjiang Army and returned to the island.

"I have seen my father!"

At this time, Mao Wenlong is undoubtedly the most satisfied with his good-for-nothing son. Seeing Mao Jue clasped his fists and luggage, a rare kindness bloomed from the old hero's face. He laughed and patted him on the shoulder again. The guy smiled magically.

"Where are you and my father and son so many red tapes? You are good at everything, but you have suffered too much acid from those rotten scholars!"

"Go, go home with me!"

A hearty laugh reverberated, and following the back of the Dongjiang Army, the silhouette of Shuangdao bathed in the afterglow slowly disappeared into the night. Sitting on the boat, Mao Jue let out a mouthful of foul breath from the bottom of his heart. For many days, the knife hanging on his forehead was considered lost.

It's a pity that Mao Jue didn't know that the peaceful life he was looking forward to was still early!

Chapter 43. There are too many soldiers

Crying children have milk to eat. After experiencing the Shuangdao Mutiny, Pidao's first reaction was to make trouble!

Various checkpoints were closed, and tens of thousands of Pidao troops were put on vacation by Mao Wenlong, and they ran and screamed in the streets. In the writings of the living literati, it quickly became a turmoil in the army, and the soldiers were called owls, which was passed on to the capital.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it! Yuan Chonghuan's cowhide is blown too much, and some people have already disliked him. If Mao Wenlong died, the dead person would be of no use, so he dared not say anything. The court could only admit this established Fact! But Mao Wenlong was alive, and Yuan Chonghuan forced this general who had worked so hard on the anti-golden front to almost turn against him, so we have to talk about it!

Even Emperor Chongzhen was dissatisfied. He issued an imperial edict three times successively, scolding Yuan Chonghuan, but Mao Wenlong did not piss. There has been news from the court that the capital sent imperial envoys, with 20 taels of military pay and 10,000+ stone military rations, ready to go to Pidao. To appease the army.

However, Yuan Chonghuan did not suffer in this battle. Although he was scolded miserably by the public opinion, Yuan Chonghuan was still very tough. He sent troops to take over Lushunkou forcibly, and Shang Kexi, the former Dongjiang general, guarded here. The battle of Gai was won here, especially here is also an extremely important ginseng and mink fur trading market. Now, it is enough for Mao Wenlong to hide in the study and scold his mother for a long time.

The ups and downs in the capital are the game of their big shots, and Mao Jue is still a small boss, and these things don't suit him for the time being. He has neither the interest nor the energy to follow in the intrigue.

This time back, the power structure of Dongjiang Town has obviously changed. First of all, Shen Shikui, the second person in Dongjiang Town, was obviously indifferent by the commander. A group of generals were raised and lowered. Directly in charge of Xi Daying, the latter was also transferred out to take charge of it alone, and Mao Jue didn't live a leisurely life. Although he was still the chief executive, Mao Wenlong put a heavy burden on him, and gave him all the old departments that were still gratifying. A battalion of more than 1000 horses, and unlike Mao Jue's previous thousand households, these were all soldiers.

But to be honest, Mao Jue didn't want to take these guys with him.

"Ha~he~"

Facing the sun and rolling his eyes, Mao Jue couldn't help yawning heavily.

Although he is wearing a phoenix-winged helmet and a cotton armor on his body, but his head is tilted, and his sleepy tears are streaming down his face. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a dandy young master, especially when he is followed by this handsome "boy" in plain clothes. Niu couldn't stay idle in the house, anyway, he, Mao Jue, was the young master of the Mao family, and he bribed Mao Youde with two jars of fermented wine, and Su Yi mixed in with him.

Wenmeng, Pang Dahai, the chiefs of the thousand generals, and the confidantes of the general are full of majesty with their heads held high. Today is the day to receive Shang Kexi's soldiers. No matter what, they have to show the prestige of the generals. It's a pity that it's a bit unbearable to face such a leading general.

Fortunately, the audience we are facing is not a fun thing. About [-] thatched huts are fairly neatly surrounded to form a courtyard. There was a smell of urine, and the people walking through the camp room were not soldiers in uniform, but groups of chickens, ducks, and dogs. The house on the east side could be a little tidier, and there was a weapon rack at the door. With big knives and spears and the like, the whole piece is left, which is a big village.

Mao Jue is not surprised at all. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, everything was corrupt, civil officials were corrupt, and the army was also corrupt. There were more than 1000 soldiers, that is, mercenaries who could receive military pay. In fact, only Shang Kexi’s cronies were less than 200. For the rest of the month, they can only get a few buckets of bulk food to make ends meet. How much combat power can they expect in this situation?

Moreover, many soldiers with combat effectiveness died in Shuangdao, some of them left with Shang Kexi, and the rest were not of one mind with him. It was too difficult for this army to display its combat effectiveness, which Mao Jue couldn't mention One of the reasons for the spirit.

Next to the barracks in the east, there are still some more energetic soldiers waiting there. A middle-aged man with a fat face and a cotton armor that is about to be stretched into a bun is full of smiles, and his eyes are almost squeezed out. Yes, waiting there, this guy's body shape is a bit similar to that of Pang Dahai, but Pang Dahai is strong, not that exaggerated, and still has a lot of strength, but this guy is puffy at a glance, I guess he eats a lot of nonsense on weekdays sea ​​drink.

Next to him was a man who was a bit taller than Mao Youde, with a full face and a few scars. This man is really a strong man, but unfortunately, his face is full of rebellion. , raised his head arrogantly with his arms folded, as if he didn't bother to look at Mao Jue at all.

The ones behind were all soldiers, and many of them were wounded, but they were all in good physical condition, with big shoulders and round waists.The two at the front are probably the leaders of Shang Kexi's subordinates, and the ones at the back are the personal soldiers and the general flag and small flags. They can be regarded as the most powerful fighting force of the Shang Kexi battalion, but this group of people still makes Mao Jue shake his head.

Not to mention their physique, just the messy standing portraits of this group of people showed their lack of discipline, which was still far from Mao Jue's ideal army.

"Oh, Mr. Qian!"

This Mao Jue led a few personal soldiers and generals, staggering in like a gangster, before he could get to him, the fat and oily general had already greeted him with a smile on his face, fat and fat His head looked a bit like an interpreter in an anti-Japanese drama, he tried his best to unscrew his thick waist, and made a big bow.

"Tag Su Changmei, and meet Mr. Qian!"

Mao Jue almost coughed and lost his breath.

This name is really elegant, but this face is close to "Korean", I really don't know what kind of courage it is that keeps him from going over for plastic surgery with this name.

This guy is still familiar, and before Mao Jue could react, he had already introduced himself endlessly.

"The ancestral home of the bidder is Hangzhou. He is from the same area as Mr. Qian. He has also studied for a few years. He was appointed as the head of the rear battalion and the governor of the Yizi Camp. Meng, that Brother Hu, why don't you hurry up and meet Mr. Mao Qian!"

This is a bit embarrassing. Regardless of the small number of soldiers, many officers in Shang Kexi's camp are on the same level as Mao Jue, and even a rank or two higher than him. It is really not easy to calm down the situation. Sure enough, it seems extremely reluctant to do so , this outpost Tanma, who should be a Mongol, snorted coldly at Mao Jue, raised his fist, and said fiercely. He turned around and left, and even followed him. It took less than half.

"what!"

Wen Meng didn't want to get up immediately, and cursed from behind: "Being a cousin and setting up a fucking memorial arch to show loyalty, you fucking go to Lushun, what are you doing here? "

"Hey, this military master, calm down, he is a crab, straight-hearted, unreasonable, Xiao Maoshuai, don't be as knowledgeable as him!"

The relationship between the two seems to be pretty good, this Sammo Hung's version of Su Changmei hastily nodded with a smile and said yes, showing favor.

Mao Jue didn't expect much from this battalion that had just experienced the rebellion, so he snorted vaguely, and immediately walked towards Shang Kexi's former Chinese army.Squeezing out a smile to accompany him, Su Du Liangdao cheekily squeezed beside Mao Jue and followed him in.

After all, it is a soldier. It is gratifying that this battalion still has a foundation. It has more than 600 bird guns, [-] tiger squatting cannons, and [-] cavalry. Although there are only [-] left now, the horses are still there. The blood in his heart has not been extinguished, and the horses in the Shang Kexi camp are still fat, but it is the same as the common problem of all Ming soldiers. Shang Kexi also values ​​​​the soldiers and despises other arms. Except for his own soldiers and cavalry. Soldiers are average.

Walking along this road, the soldiers were washing clothes, the cooks were cooking, and a dozen cast-iron tiger squat guns were thrown directly in the open field. A layer of rust had already formed, and some even used bird guns as air-dryers. It is used for clothes poles, although there are soldiers who come here respectfully bowing and calling the master, but this thin, old, and lifeless soldier makes Mao Jue feel inferior to the 100 soldiers he recruited in the fishing village. So young and energetic.

It's a pity that even if he didn't like it any more, Mao Wenlong kicked him, and entered Shang Kexi's big tile-roofed house that smelled of wine, and was slapped on the nose by the annoyed one, Mao Jue even ran away with Su Changmei. I didn't even look at the roster that came out, and hurried out again, taking a deep breath to feel more comfortable.

"I won't look at the roster. Tomorrow, one end counts as another, and I pull it out for me. I make a roster according to this. If you are sick or have diarrhea, you can't come. Tell them, and the military rations will not be used in the future. coming!"

"Yes, handsome little hair"

This guy's bun face was wrinkled like a bun, and he stuttered for a long time without stammering out a whole sentence. Mao Jue was impatient, and he was so anxious that he really wanted to scratch his head.

"Speak if you have something to say, and fart if you have something to say!"

"Back to Mr. Xiao Mao, Mr. Shang, no, Shang Kexi, that traitor loaded all the rations and grass in the army onto the boat, and there are only a few tanks of rations left in the camp. It is still necessary to divide one day into three days. After these two days, tomorrow the army will be hungry, and if you order drills, the general will be afraid."

"What?"

Mao Jue really felt a little dumbfounded, this is gratifying, but it’s really enough, it’s nothing more than embezzlement of military pay on the job, this is the unspoken rule of Ming Dynasty, and he got a vote for him before he left, this is good, what will he take Feed these more than 1000 mouths?