Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The day of the attack on Gaoyou was a rare good weather.

There is no wind, no clouds, and the sky is blue like a wash. Lin Yuan leads an army of tens of thousands of people. Zhu Yuanzhang, Chen Baisong and Li Congrong are all following him. Gaoyou has 10,000 permanent troops, but they only claim to be Ten thousand, of which there are many old, weak, sick and disabled. The military households have been military households for generations. Lao Tzu died and his son continued, and his son died. Grandson continued. As far as fighting strength is concerned, Lin Yuan's army is not their opponent.

But so many years have passed.

The brave and combative Mongolian warriors also gradually lost their former glory.

Moreover, most of the people in the army are Han, and the Han is the bottom of the Yuan Dynasty's society. Even in the army, it is the Fengmao Lingjiao who can stand out.

Some of them joined the army for their livelihood, and some were forced into the army.

Originally, people's hearts are unstable.

Weapons and equipment may not be updated for many years.

Once they began to worry about whether they could win this battle, they had already lost five points.

The people on Lin Yuan's side worship Lin Yuan blindly, and they think that as long as they follow Lin Yuan, there is no unwinnable battle.

In terms of momentum, Lin Yuan's side has won more.

Sometimes mud legs are not necessarily worse than the regular army, and sometimes the so-called beliefs can indeed make people become brave.

The soldiers followed Lin Yuan, and no one whispered to each other. Training and collective systems were indeed useful.

Although he has not been trained to move forward, because the soldiers are in good spirits, they are walking neatly on the road.

Wanhu Ulan Balsi of Gaoyou was lying on the bed when he heard that someone came over, with his arms in his arms, the new beauties offered by the people. As soon as he heard the news, he immediately threw aside the woman in his arms. The woman was on the ground. After rolling around, she lay on the ground with her limbs spread out, with purple palm prints on her neck-she had been strangled to death by Ulan Balsi before she went to bed.

Ulan Balsi cursed, but he hurriedly put on his clothes, and then went to get his longbow and knife.

"What happened?" Ulan Balsi asked his cronies as he walked.

The cronies followed him: "They are attacking the city, ten thousand households, our people will not be able to resist for long."

Ulan Balsi's eyes widened and roared: "What did you say?!"

The cronies swallowed, fearing that Ulan Balsi would throw a knife, and keeping a distance from Ulan Balsi, he said: "Ten thousand households, we only have 7,000 people! Among them, there are nearly half of the old, weak, sick and disabled! Gunpowder, ten thousand households!"

Ulan Balsi was very sorry for his life, he turned his head and asked: "Everyone has passed?"

The cronies nodded: "All the hands that can be mobilized have gone."

Ulan Balsi asked again: "How many people are there? Do you know who they are leading?"

The cronies said: "There may be tens of thousands of people, and the one who came...I'm afraid it is the South Bodhisattva of Taizhou."

Ulan Balsi knew about this South Bodhisattva, and many people in the army believed in him, but these people did not dare to speak out. As early as a month ago, Ulan Balsi had killed several followers of the South Bodhisattva. These people felt Following the Yuan army, there was no future. He was planning to call on the army to go to Taizhou to join the Nan Bodhisattva, but was informed that Ulan Balsi killed them all for the sake of the military.

But the people were killed, and the effect was that the people in the army did not dare to talk about Nan Bodhisattva anymore.

Ulan Balsi rolled his eyes and said to his cronies: "You go first, I'll write to ask for help."

The cronies did not suspect him, and he went to the city wall.

Ulan Balsi returned to his house.

He is also a millionaire, knowing that even if he asks for help now, there is no time for reinforcements to come over in a short time.

And now there are backlashes, even if they ask for help, there may not necessarily be reinforcements.

He knows his own strength. If he loses, he will die, but he can't see the hope of winning.

He kicked away the body of the woman in the house and began to rush to pack up valuable things.

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He followed his fellow robe on Thursday, Friday, holding a rusty knife in his hand. He didn’t even have a Fan Yang hat, only a cloth jacket. His armor was his flesh and blood. Thursday Friday was the first time he went on the battlefield. He was a forcibly recruited soldier. He only remembered that he was farming in the village, and there was a childhood sweetheart. Then a group of soldiers appeared. Because his childhood sweetheart was the best-looking girl in ten miles and eight villages, he was called to serve that. The leader of the group of soldiers.

He was so angry at that time, holding his axe, he wanted to rush to rescue his sweetheart.

But when he was near the yard, he thought of his family.

He squatted on the ground, and finally couldn't help crying. He seemed to hear the screams of his sweetheart, but he couldn't do anything, he could only listen numbly.

For a moment, he felt that he might as well die simply.

He squatted there until dawn the next day, and the sound of **** crowing came in his ears.

He thought in his heart that even if his sweetheart is defiled, he still admires her and is willing to marry her. He can treat it as if it had never happened for a lifetime.

But God didn't give him a chance.

After being sent home, the sweetheart committed suicide while the family was away.

Before he went to see the last side of his sweetheart, he was taken away.

Waiting on Thursday Friday, he thought, there is no eye on the battlefield, and he always has a chance to kill the little boss.

He endured the humiliation and waited year after year, finally waiting for this day.

On Thursday, Friday, he held the handle of the knife tightly and looked at the little boss ahead.

This is the only way he can think of not to hurt his family.

When the little boss dies, he will also end his life.

He remembered that his colleagues had said that the people on the South Bodhisattva's side had a good life. He also said that when serving as a soldier there would not be grind, and if there was no beating, the leader there would not be able to take the civilian girls, otherwise they would be subjected to military law. Disposal.

Looking at the sky on Thursday and Friday, he thought, if the man who was in charge of his family was the Nan Bodhisattva at that time, would his sweetheart not die, would he be able to marry her and have several children? Men farming and women weaving, live a normal life.

On Thursday Friday, he lowered his head, afraid of being seen the resentment in his eyes.

The colleagues around him did not speak.

Everyone is numb except for fear.

Boarded the city wall and joined their team on Thursday Friday. The little boss scolded him: "Useless things! Take your knife!"

On Thursday Friday, he glanced at the little boss.

Seeing his red eyes, the little boss thought he was afraid, and mocked: "Sure enough, it's a Han, all cowards!"

Suddenly kneel down on Thursday Friday, shaking all over.

The little boss felt that he was scared on Thursday and Friday, and he screamed: "I dare not kill the enemy, I would kneel very quickly."

He moved slowly on Thursday and Friday, crawled over, and hugged the little boss's leg.

The little boss wanted to kick him away, but found that he was hugging tightly, and cursed: "Let go!"

On Thursday Friday, he gritted his teeth, suddenly pulled out the knife, raised his hand and inserted it into the little boss’s stomach, then he slid to the side, the little boss looked shocked, the intestines fell out of his stomach, and the little boss hurried with his hands. He was kicked down the city wall on Friday.

Someone came to suppress him. He was kneeled on Thursday on Friday, motionless like a dead man. He was ready to die a long time ago. Anyway, this battle will definitely be lost. He will be dead by then, and no one will pursue him. It will not affect his parents and brothers.

Just when he thought he was bound to die on Thursday, Friday, someone suddenly started to control him.

On Thursday Wumu looked up, but saw his close colleagues standing in front of him.

He heard his fellow robe say: "I'm quit! I'm desperately defending his Mongolian world! I am fucking! I'm going to open the gate! Yingnan Bodhisattva enters the city! I would rather serve as a soldier under the Nan Bodhisattva! "

The same robe looked around, there was a long and hideous scar on his dark face, and he moved like a centipede following his expression.

The people in their team did not speak.

They are already desperate, no matter whether they listen or not, the people above will always be punished if they do something wrong. The young people come in, thirteen or fourteen years old, because they are executed with military sticks for unreasonable charges, and they are beaten to flesh and blood. , Struggled all night before dying.

"I don't want to be angry with such birds!"

"Brother! We listen to you!"

"Anyway, advance and retreat are all dead! It's better to fight!"

On Thursday Friday, he didn't expect that he would survive. He stared blankly at everything in front of him, and he didn't understand why all of a sudden, his fellow robes would turn upside down and go to open the city gate?

He just hated the little boss, he didn't have the guts to go against the court.

He is afraid of injuring his family.

Don’t your colleagues afraid of hurting your family?

On Thursday Friday, his mind became muddy, and he couldn't figure out anything. He left the city wall with his fellow robes dumbly.

When they got close to the soldiers guarding the city gate, he finally got excited, and frightened his fellow robes and said: "No way, no way, we can't turn back, what should we do if we turn around? What will my parents do?!"

The same robe suddenly smiled: "Who knows if they are still alive."

"The world is chaotic and so many people have been displaced. How do you know your parents have not become refugees?"

"I want to live, I don't want to die, I can't control that much!"

On Thursday Friday, trying to persuade them, he burst into tears, grabbed the hand of his fellow robe, opened his mouth and said hoarsely: "I don't know if my parents are still there, but I dare not gamble, let's not open the city gate. Let's escape! Let's escape! And we can live!"

"How to escape? Where do you escape from?" My fellow rook smiled hardly, "Look at it for yourself, where can you escape? Can you escape? There is no way! Thursday, Friday! Let's open the door now! When the Nan Bodhisattva comes in, we still have a chance to survive! If the door is not opened, if they attack in, we will have to die!"

On Thursday, he said in a trance: "Being a soldier is always going to die..."

"That's not to die for that herd of beasts!"

Take a step back in fear Thursday Friday.

He didn't dare to oppose the court, it was the court!

How dare they open the gate of the city!

Turning around on Thursday to run on Friday, his fellow robe suddenly strangled his neck with a rope from behind.

On Thursday and Friday, both hands were scratching, eyeballs protruding from the eye sockets.

Before he lost consciousness, he heard his colleagues say: "We saved you, but you still want to be a dog for the court, it is better to die."

On Thursday Friday, his body collapsed at the foot of the city wall.

His eyes are open.

Do not look down.