The end of the Ming Dynasty swept the world

Chapter 18 No one is stronger than me
They used to hear about failures habitually, and they usually attack a fort one by one, and it is rare for them to be unbreakable.

For example, when the Tartars attacked Daxing Fort, they only used about half a cow.

Regardless of the fact that Xu Dabao now has more than 600 people, if the old, weak and sick women are removed, there will not be more than [-] strong and young soldiers available.

Although the defensive side has an advantage, after so many years of disastrous defeats, everyone is very clear about the actual capabilities of the Ming army in each castle.

Unanimously, everyone had an idea in their hearts at the same time, if we let Dingtou command, this fort will definitely be able to defend.

But Ding Yi is just a chief armor now, there are a bunch of general banners in the fort, hundreds of households and deputy thousand households.

Where is Ding Yi's turn to speak.

The Ming army was willing to talk so much to them, and it was because Ding Yi and others had brought over a dozen heads of Tartars, and admired them, that they said so many intimate words.

"Thank you brother, I'm Ding Yi, chief of Huludun armor in Daxing Castle, what's your name? Any position?" After hearing this, Ding Yi kindly held the Ming army's hand and said with a smile.

Ming Jun was stunned for a moment, obviously feeling that there seemed to be an extra piece of silver in his hand.

He was a little embarrassed, but he didn't refuse, and said with a smile: "Dingtou, you are welcome. I am Yang Yong, Xiaoqi, Master Zhang's servant."

Xiao Qi is comparable to Chief Jia, and this person is on the same level as Ding Yi, but he is Zhang Cheng's servant, so he must be treated better than Ding Yi.

Ding Yi pulled him and talked to him again, and when he saw Zhang Jing coming out from a distance, he let him go.

Zhang Jing walked over quickly with a bad complexion: "Come on, Ding Tou, come with me to see Uncle."

Ding Yi nodded and followed behind silently.

Zhang Jing looked stern, and Ding Yi had just learned from Yang Yong that it was really a very dangerous time.

Zhang Cheng was seriously injured. He could not survive, and the boat was not there, so he had no hope of escaping.

The people in the fort have been divided into two factions. Some want to surrender to the Tartars, while others want to fight. The two factions had a quarrel just now. If Ding Yi and the others don't come, maybe the fort might fight first.

Ding Yi was furious with these bastards, he didn't dare to fight head-on with the Tartars, he was very motivated by the internal strife.

It was difficult to walk all the way. There were many people and debris in the castle, and many roads were filled with debris. People could not walk through it at all. He followed Zhang Jing, turning left and right, and finally reached a courtyard behind.

There are two teams of Ming troops guarding the courtyard, as well as several officers.

Deputy Qianhu Zhou Yong was also there, and there were several other people wearing Baihu's clothes. When they saw Ding Yi, they looked at him one after another.

But what is Ding Yi's body really?
His stature in this life is about 1.7 meters 130, which is relatively tall, but his body is thin and small, at most about [-] five catties, so he looks very thin.

In ancient times, being a soldier was based on body shape. If Zhang Cheng wanted to choose a servant like Ding Yi, he would not choose him. He would rather choose Zhao Dashan.

Zhao Dashan was not as tall as Ding Yi, but he was at least [-] to [-] kilograms. He was five and three thick, and his arms looked strong and strong.

They were looking at Ding Yi, and Ding Yi was also quietly looking at these people.

Two or three of them had blood stains on their padded armor, and their eyes were murderous, looking like arrogant soldiers.

The other two hundred households followed behind Zhou Yong, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, they looked like the capitulators in the book.

With a bunch of gentle smiles on Ding Yi's face, he took the lead in cupping his fists at Zhou Yong and said, "See Mr. Qianhu."

"Yeah," Zhou Yong drew a nasal voice, and responded lightly.

"Masters of two hundred households." Ding Yi clasped his fists at the hundred households around him again.

"Hey." The two hundred households all laughed and nodded appreciatively. This guy is quite interesting.

"Huh..." One of the three hundred households on the other side snorted coldly and looked at Ding Yi with contempt, obviously considering Ding Yi as a surrender faction.

Ding Yi also hugged the three hundred households here with a cold expression, and then walked into the room with Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing remained calm, and secretly praised Ding Yi in his heart.

On the bed in the room, a middle-aged military officer in his 50s was sitting and lying. He was wearing a fifth-rank military officer's uniform with bear embroidery patterns on it, and a unicorn bronze medal around his waist. However, his right chest was covered with blood, and half of the arrow was still left. On the body, but did not pull out.

His face was pale, his head was dripping with sweat, and his face was full of anger. An old man stood beside him nervously, wiping his sweat with a towel from time to time. He should be a doctor in the fort.

Seeing Ding Yi coming in, Zhang Cheng turned his head, his eyes were deep and majestic, and he took a deep look at Ding Yi.

He had just heard from Zhang Jing what Ding Yi had done recently, and he wanted to know who this Ming warrior was who dared to fight bloody with a dozen of Tartars' eleven elite cavalry.

The key is that Zhang Jing desperately recommended him, saying: Ding Yi is the only one who can keep Xu Dabao right now.

When he saw Ding Yi for the first time, he was surprised and obviously couldn't believe it.

The image of a person who dared to fight head-on with a post-gold and white armor soldier would not be so thin.

"Ding Yi, Chief of the Huludun Armor in Daxing Castle, pay homage to Mr. Zhang." After Ding Yi entered, he immediately saluted and kowtowed.

Zhang Chengzhan smiled: "Okay, okay, I didn't expect that I, Daming, still have a warrior like you, so I don't care about it."

Ding Yi took advantage of the situation and stood up with his hands down. With a face of respect and humility, he said softly: "Being a soldier and killing the enemy is a man's job. A humble job is just doing what you should do."

Zhang Jing glanced at him unexpectedly. Ding Yi was quite majestic and confident in front of them, but he was very humble in front of Zhang Cheng.

"Okay, it's a man's job to be a soldier and kill the enemy. Okay, well said." Zhang Cheng was full of praise, his eyes bright.

This world is so strange, some people, at first glance, can make people like it.

This is not the case between men and women.

When Zhang Cheng first saw Ding Yi, he had this kind of intimacy.

Well, it's like seeing my younger generation, my relatives.

That's right, Zhang Cheng thought of his son Zhang Li.

When Zhang Lizhan died, he was about as young as Ding Yi is now.

Zhang Li seemed to have said something similar.

Ding Yi and Zhang Cheng met for the first time, and the second episode resonated well with Zhang Cheng.

He stared at Ding Yi earnestly: "I ask you, why are the other soldiers of the Ming Dynasty almost defeated when they encounter Tartars, but you can cut off fourteen heads?"

"Husband war, courage." Ding Yilang said.

courage?Zhang Cheng's eyelids were a little wet, and something seemed to come to his mind.

He stared at Ding Yi firmly, as if he wanted to see if what he said was true.

Ding Yi's face is tough and resolute, and his eyes are firm, no matter how he looks at it, Zhang Cheng likes it.

But Ding Yi's voice suddenly seemed to be choked up: "I don't know why, when I saw my lord, I suddenly thought of my father. Back then, my father said that a man of Ming Dynasty should be upright and resolute, and serve the country with his own body, so he took the word for humble job, just."

"Since joining the army, Ding Yi has never dared to forget what his father said, whenever he meets Tartars, he will fight to the end with blood to repay the country's kindness."

In the end, almost choked up, with tears in his eyes, he knelt down on one knee again and said heavily: "Master Zhang, please believe me, the idea of ​​fighting the Tartars to the end is stronger than me in Ming Dynasty. "

"Okay." Zhang Cheng shouted excitedly, which startled the doctor.

"My lord, don't get excited." The doctor quickly pressed his wound.

Zhang Cheng didn't care, and almost sat up.

"Ding Yi, your handwriting is Zhenggang." He said in surprise, "You can still read?"

Unexpectedly, Ding Yi is not only famous, but also has a character.

He looked Ding Yi up and down, with a look of fanaticism on his face, a talented man with both civil and military skills.

In particular, when Ding Yi mentioned his father, the implication was that he regarded him as his father. He couldn't help but think of his only son who died in the battle on Juehua Island, and felt sad. Ding Yi lost his father and lost his son.

Looking at Ding Yi's thin body and slightly immature face, he looks more and more like his son back then.

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