East Factory Governor

Chapter 126 Daankou

It was midnight on October 26, the second year of Chongzhen.

Da'an Pass of the Great Wall.

The Shangguan River, which is six or seven meters wide, flows quietly under the city tower, shining silvery under the moonlight.Above the city tower, several faded lanterns swayed back and forth in the howling north wind, and the dim light flickered, as if it was about to go out at any time.

The Da'an Pass is one of the important passes in the Great Wall of Jizhen. When Qi Jiguang reorganized the defense of Jizhen, he rebuilt the pier, beacon tower, and city wall on the basis of the ancient Great Wall, and led the Guanhe River to serve as a moat. It has become a natural moat that the ethnic minorities outside the Great Wall dare not cross.However, due to frequent wars in the late Ming Dynasty, Mongolian Duoyan, Anda Khan and other tribes once captured here, so the damage was great.The imperial court couldn't afford to spend money to repair it, so many functions of Da'ankou have long since disappeared, and many piers and abutments have been abandoned, which can no longer be compared with the past.

Seven or eight soldiers of the Ming army shrank their necks, stood shivering and curled up behind the battlements, their hands tucked into their sleeves, and the weapons beside them were lying crookedly on the side.

One of the youngest, with a pockmarked face, looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, his body was like a thin monkey, shrunk into a small ball and squeezed between the two old people.

Not long after, his stomach growled.

Punching an old man beside him with his arm, the pockmarked soldier asked, "Old Wei, do you still have anything to eat?"

The veteran called Old Wei, who seemed to be in his forties or fifties, said without raising his head, "What a fart. I haven't been paid for three months, and you still want to eat wild food?"

The pockmarked face gave Lao Wei a contemptuous look, and said in a nonchalant manner, "When lunch was served, the soldiers secretly stuffed half of your steamed bun. Don't think I didn't see it. Come on, take it out!" Wei Huaili groped around.

"You donkey, someday I'll dig out your donkey's eyes!" Although Old Wei cursed, he didn't move, letting the pockmarked soldier take out the hot steamed bun from his arms.

Seeing this, another veteran also came over, "Donkey, save some for grandpa!"

Donkey Dan divided the bun into three, gave one piece to the old man, kept one piece for himself, and passed the remaining piece to Old Wei.

Old Wei turned sideways, pointed his butt at him, and cursed softly, "The donkey eats leftovers, but grandpa doesn't."

The pockmarked soldier grinned, put the bun in his mouth, and started to chew. While chewing, he said vaguely, "Old Wei, I will give you a pension in the future. Seriously, I won't lie to you."

Old Wei kicked the pockmarked soldier, then continued to take a nap with his neck curled up.

The north wind became more and more violent, dark clouds quietly covered the moonlight, and the whole world suddenly became pitch black. Only the lanterns on the tower gave off a dim light, which could barely illuminate things within two or three meters.

Under the city wall, in the darkness, seven or eight ladders leaned against the wall quietly.Under the cover of the north wind and night, seven or eight black shadows quietly climbed to the top of the ladder.The ladder was still more than two meters away from the top of the city, but they jumped onto the city wall with a single leap.

One meter away, a soldier of the Ming army was taking a nap with his neck curled up, so one of them took out a short knife in his mouth, covered his mouth with a slam, and then quickly wiped the knife on his neck.

The Ming soldier struggled and slapped the battlements fiercely with his hands, but his voice was muffled by the north wind.

Here, more and more black shadows rushed up, and more than 30 people gathered at once.

The dark clouds blow away, and the moonlight shines down again.

I saw that these people were all tall and tall. If you look carefully, you can see that they are wearing three layers of armor, chain mail inside, cotton armor in the middle, and iron armor covered with cowhide outside!Everyone is wearing bulging clothes, but they walk like flying and quietly.

These people are the Ba Yala soldiers who made the Ming army frightened.

Bayala, which means "army guard" in Manchu, is an extremely elite presence in the Houjin army.The basic administrative unit of Houjin is Niulu. Each Niulu theoretically governs 300 households, with nearly a thousand strong men (16-40 years old), and Baya La is selected from these nearly thousand strong men. The ten most capable warriors were gathered together to form a Bajala army ranging in number from two to three hundred to five to six hundred. Through cruel training, both their individual ability and military quality were higher than ordinary troops. A large section, its combat style is similar to modern special forces, responsible for protecting high-level, reconnaissance, sabotage, assassination, raids and so on.

This is Ba Yala in history, but in this world, Ba Yala will also receive guidance from masters of later gold, learn more powerful martial arts, and eventually train them into killing machines one by one.In the Bayala army, even the most common soldiers had a very high social status. Each Bayara soldier had at least ten coated slaves, which was evident.It can be said that becoming a Ba Yala is the dream of every post-golden man.

After more than [-] Ba Yala gathered, they quickly and silently touched along the city wall.

The soldier with a pockmarked face had just finished eating his steamed bun, so he curled up contentedly and dozed off between the two veterans.Not long after, he suddenly found that Old Wei was twisting violently.He opened it and saw that Old Wei had fallen to the side with his neck tilted, blood was still spraying from his neck!

The pockmarked soldier thought he was having a nightmare, but he couldn't bear to pinch himself, so he wanted to pinch Old Wei.Although Old Wei loves to swear and blush, but he has a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart, and he occasionally bullies him in a big way, and he won't...

When the pockmarked soldier thought of this, his thinking gradually stagnated, and the scene in front of him began to become more and more blurred.

Blood also sprayed out from his neck.

The pockmarked soldier felt his body lighten up, as if he saw Old Wei calling him, telling him that it was time to change shifts, and he could go down and sleep well...

After quietly removing the Ming soldiers on the city wall, the thirty or so people glanced at the brightly lit tower, and then kicked open the door.

The twenty or so Ming soldiers inside were startled. They didn't understand what had happened until they saw the gleaming knife in the opponent's hand. They all jumped up to get weapons, only to find that there were only seven or eight weapons among the twenty or so people in the room. arms!

Suddenly, the shadow of a knife erupted in the house, and blood flew everywhere...

The screams of the city tower were quickly heard by the soldiers below the city, and forty or fifty Ming soldiers rushed to support from the steps of the wall.

At this time, more than a dozen people wearing Ming army armor ran from the city and went straight to a water gate in the southwest of the city wall.The water gate is guarded by more than [-] Ming soldiers. They have already received news of the attack, so they are extremely nervous.

Seeing a group of teammates running to support in the dark night, these people were slightly relieved. Although there were only a dozen of them, it was better than nothing.

The leader saw that the other party was a bit embarrassed, so he couldn't help but feel vigilant. He pulled out his waist knife and rushed to the person and asked, "Dare to ask the brothers of the friendly army, but are you under the command of General Guerrilla King?"

The visitor arrived in proficient Chinese, "Exactly, General Wang sent me to take a look. Is there anything wrong here?"

The leader was overjoyed, and quickly brought people forward to greet him, saying, "It's just in time! On the tower..."

But before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed across his throat, and his whole head flew up.

Before the remaining defenders understood what was going on, seven or eight more were stabbed down.

"It's a spy!" Someone yelled, and immediately launched a counterattack.

The visitors all sneered and greeted him with their knives in hand.

Under the moonlight, the light of the knife flew together with the shadow of blood.

The remaining dozen Ming soldiers quickly fell into a pool of blood, and among the "Ming soldiers" who came over, only one suffered a slight injury.

These people immediately ran towards the water gate again, opened the water gate swiftly, then took out a torch and lit a firework.

"Boom", the reddish yellow sparks exploded suddenly, like a thunderclap, awakening the night sky of Daming.

"Elder He, we should go." One of them said.

(End of this chapter)