Beiyang new warlord

Watching his figure off, Gao Qiqian's smile gradually turned into contempt, and then he hummed a few times to the little eunuch behind him.

"Bring a jug of wine to our family!"

The Beijing Camp of the Ming Empire, the Guan Ning Army, the Xuan Da Army, the Henan Army, and Sun Chuanting's Qin Army totaled no less than 40, and 40 beats [-]. If one person spits, I'm afraid he will have to drown several thousand, right?

In terms of combat effectiveness, the Ming army with bird guns and red cannons must be stronger than the Ming army in the early Ming Dynasty. Together, even at the critical moment of life and death in Nanming, the Longwu regime was able to go to war with King Lu Jianguo for several months.

This is the last days. The last is not the world, but the human heart.

Not even mentioning the imperial court, Dongjiang is somewhat like this at this time.

The great migration of nearly 20 people is no less spectacular than the wildebeest migration in Africa. The people in the whole village, the old man is holding a cane, the women are carrying their children, and the young and strong men are pushing a wheelbarrow, bringing their own The family belongings made a difficult trek to Shandong.

The sun scorched the earth intensely, and the lips of those who were roasted were dry. Every day, people fell down continuously during the journey, but even relatives had no time to mourn, so they could only dig a hole on the side of the road to fill them up. Get in, and get on your way.

Because of the bad news, the more than 1 bandit army who followed Zhou Erjing north to the Daming Mansion were defeated in the border of Hebei, more than 3000 were killed on the spot, and the number of prisoners was unknown. It was almost annihilated. In Xiaoyuan Camp, the entire refugee army caused intense panic. The army, which was expected to wait a few days to set off, started the trek three or four days earlier.

But riding on the back of a little donkey and following the team, Song Xiance didn't look worried at all.

All of this came from his plan. As a veteran of the imperial court, Sun Chuanting, Song Xiance had studied it emphatically.

This man is good at planning, and he is also a strong player in military training, especially when he can seize the opportunity to fight. Gao Yingxiang, who was rampant in the world, was defeated by him. The rebel army who traveled from Bashu along the way marched triumphantly, and returned to Shaanxi on the Hanzhong Road. Sun Chuanting had only 5000 people. He caught the refugee soldiers who were exhausted and walked out of the gap in the Shu Road, and blocked Gao Yingxiang's Chuang army in Heishuiyu. After World War I, he captured Chuang Wang alive and sent him to the capital to be cut. He is also famous world.

This kind of person has been staring at Xiao Yuanying for half a year, and he can't study the nature of these reckless heroes. If he doesn't leave behind ambushes, Song Xiance dares to write his surname upside down.

But knowing it was a trap, Song Xiance still laughed and encouraged Zhou Erjing and the others to step on it, and more than 1 young men were lost. For Dongjiang, it was indeed a loss, but in Song Xiance's view, the advantages still outweigh the disadvantages of.

Zhou Erjing's thorns even made Yuan Shizhong, their leader for several years, dissatisfied. In the words of the Three Kingdoms, that is, the back of the head has a rebellious bone. How can he be an honest farmer in Dongjiang? It's better to be dead.

As for whether Sun Chuanting will send troops to chase after him, Song Xiance is not worried, because at this time, the military pressure from the Qing army on the Hebei side of the capital is indeed suffocating. Even if Zhou Erjing sent troops four or five days later, he might not meet Sun Chuanting Sun Chuanting had no time to turn around and find Xiao Yuan Ying to settle accounts with the officers and soldiers who had returned to their carbine guns and ambushed them.

Of course, this Song Xiance would never say anything, and not only used the hands of the officers and soldiers to get rid of the harshness in his team, Song Xiance was still doing more cruel things at this time.

Following the team, even Wen Meng came out covered in sweat, and looked left and right with a big knife in his hand. He came back anxiously, and slammed his fists at Song Xiance.

"Master Song, walk slowly! The team behind is a little out of touch, and several masters came to report, and they really can't keep up!"

"Old Wen, just go and ask them if they want to survive? Sun Chuanting's pursuers are behind them. If you want to survive, go quickly! Only when you reach the junction of Henan and Shandong, and three regiments with Shen Rong, will you be safe!"

"Damn it, does Shen Rong belong to a tortoise? You should have reached it!"

Mentioning this, Wen Meng became angry, cursed loudly, and immediately got into the ranks of refugees in a hurry.

After sending him away, Song Xiance put his hands on the awning and glanced back, his eyelids couldn't help shaking violently again a few times.

In just a few moments, a pair of old man and old lady supporting each other fell down on the road together. The refugees who were in a hurry didn't even bury them, and moved them to the side, and the old couple who hugged each other became This catastrophe is part of the eternal scene of hellish Henan.

Every moment, the team is dying, thirsty, sick, old, and tired, so that the old, weak, sick and disabled among the 20 people are cruelly eliminated. When the team reaches Dongjiang, maybe only a quarter of them are left. Three, at least those who go are young and healthy without disease and disaster, which can save Dongjiang a lot of resources.

In this day and age, resources are everything.

Shaking his head solemnly, Song Xiance couldn't help but recited a gatha heavily.

"Bones are tired on the road, hell shall enter me!"

Walking away, dying on the one hand, and new refugees coming in on the other, Song Xiance took out the food stored in Xiaoyuanying without hesitation. Just having food to eat attracted refugees from all over the world to follow him like moths to a flame. Getting closer to Xiao Yuanying, after all, there are too many people, no better than three people riding lightly on fast horses. It took more than a month to march from Taihang Mountain to the vicinity of Caozhou. At the end of October, the huge refugee team finally arrived in Shandong. Border, Caozhou.

During this month, no less than 6 or 30 people died on the road and were eliminated by the cruel march. However, the ranks of refugees did not decrease but increased. The influx of such back and forth actually reached a terrifying [-], so terrifying The Shandong army guarding the border didn't even dare to stop them and ran away.

At this time, Caozhou had already fallen into the hands of Dongjiang.

There is no way, Caozhou was Liu Zeqing's lair at the beginning, the toubob was slaughtered, and the remaining little ants were not farts. Sending people to Caozhou to suppress the bandits, the guerrilla generals there didn't dare to fart.

That is, Dongjiang. In two or three months, it cost 10 taels of silver to transport 30 stone grains to Caozhou.

At the gate of the city, full of joy, Shen Rong opened his arms wide, hugged and greeted Wen Meng.

"Hey, Brother Wen, I haven't seen you in two or three months. You have darkened a lot and lost a lot of weight. Brother, I put a banquet for you. Let's go drink!"

Who knew that Wen Meng's face was gloomy, and without saying a word, a bang of an electric cannon directly hit his face.

"Ouch I'm going!"

Chapter 412. The Rhythm of the East River

At the gate of Caozhou City, the biggest accident in Dongjiang occurred since Mao Jue took over. Two senior generals fought in public, ignoring Dongjiang's military situation and discipline, and the impact was extremely bad.

Normal~

His eyes became one-eyed blue, and he sat down on the ground, staring at his eyes for a long time, before Shen Rong regained his composure and roared angrily.

"Old Wen, you are so fucking sick! Why beat me?"

"What the hell are you talking about! Why are you living in this Caozhou city? I've already gone to Shandong, and your mother didn't even take a step out of Caozhou city!"

Another fist hit Shen Rong's left eye fiercely, and Wen Meng growled more annoyed than anyone else.

"Do you fucking know how many people died on this road just because of you, the dog~day? Do you fucking know how many corpses floated along the way?"

This elimination was so cruel that Wen Meng, who had bathed in the pile of dead people, was shocked. However, Shen Rong, who was bored into panda eyes, was knocked down again, but shot up like a tumbler. He yelled and cursed angrily.

"Are you fucking sick? If I don't send troops, I'm still a military advisor."

Ordinarily, a stone slammed into Shen Rong's mouth, and with an ouch, a sausage mouth was added to him, following behind, Song Xiance's big-headed son's face clearly showed an unnatural weirdness , hit him first and made him speechless, and then the drug dealer in the rivers and lakes followed behind and yelled.

"Old Wen is right! Shen Rong, do you know how many people died because of your cowardice? Old Wen, I support you! Fuck him!"

His lips were swollen for half a circle. Hearing Song Xiance's yelling, his eyes couldn't help but stare round, and he was yelling indistinctly, wanting to justify himself. Unfortunately, before he could explain clearly, Wen Meng asked him His fist was on the bridge of his nose, and once again, the red and green one was smashed to the ground like a dyeing workshop, and he didn't talk too much with him. He rode on Shen Rong, and this guy just slashed his fists.

After this man was brought to Caozhou, Song Xiance and Wen Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief. With more than 400 Dongjiang soldiers in hand, even if there were tens of thousands of officers and soldiers, Wen Meng dared not to look down on them. , Entering here, more than 30 refugees also have a chance to breathe.

Immediately afterwards, it entered the Dongjiang mode again.

queue!

Mao Jue's descendants are the ones who dislike queuing the most, but Dongjiang seems to need to queue for everything. Every morning, Song Xiance personally takes his master to the refugee camp stationed outside the city to select people, and then leads Entering the city, go around the four gates of Caozhou City for a full circle, and then start from the east gate.

I remember that there is a passage in Mulan’s poem, where you buy horses in the east market, saddle praise in the west market, bridles in the south market, and long whips in the north market! These refugees are cloth shoes at the east gate, long gowns at the west gate, quilts at the south gate, and quilts at the north gate. convenient.

Xu Dazhuang is one of these 30 refugees, an ordinary member.

To be honest, although Xiaoyuanying was recruited, Mao Jue's Dongjiang was by no means a philanthropic hall. After fleeing from Henan, the situation of the victims was changed from a meal of sorghum porridge grown by Xiaoyuanying to two meals a day. Eat corn and sweet potato porridge.

He has grown strong since he was a child, and the 1.8-meter tall man stands out from the crowd of refugees who are generally malnourished. It is said that in order to support him, Xu Dazhuang's parents regarded one of his two sisters as child brides-in-law, and the other simply The rations saved by giving it away made him the only male, but even so, the few acres of Susukida were not enough to feed three people, especially with such a big belly man, who was born in Chongzhen for eight years. Drought, the pillar of his family, his father died because of overwork and starvation.