Villager of Daming

Chapter 1183 The Beginning of Autumn is Not Cool, the Bugle Sounds

"Gently, gently, be gentle, it hurts!"

The wounded were carried by the prisoners on a simple stretcher, with one person in front and one in back, carrying them by their hands and a strap around their necks.

He didn't dare shout at the people in the prince's team and take out his anger on the people he used to be able to boss around.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you come down and walk?" The little leader who was arrested didn't give him a good look. Anyway, he was already arrested, so who cares about who?
"Luheji, you are courting death, how dare you talk to me like that." The injured man was obviously used to the previous style.

The leader, who was called Luheji, walked over and slapped the other man next to his wound, causing him to wail.

"Don't be shameless if you are given face. You are just a small official. Now Beiyuan is gone. Doropi should think about your future carefully!"

"Don't your legs hurt?" A man from Xiaqiu Village came over, looking as if he was ready to ask the other person to get down from the cage and use crutches at any time.

"It hurts!" Duo Luopi, a minor official of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, responded in a low voice, and immediately bit the wooden stick into his mouth obediently.

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"It's the beginning of autumn, why is it still so hot? Let's hold on for a while and take a sedan chair."

Over there, the fifth brother Zhu Su was walking with the team, leaning on a crutch. This road was not suitable for riding horses, and the horses would also be tired with the loads on them.

Zhu Su was still young, fourteen years old in lunar age and...exactly thirteen, just one day short.

As he grows, he cannot be too tired. If he exercises too much, it will affect his physical development, especially his height.

In order to avoid being hurt by the grass and thorns on the road, he wore long leather boots and canvas trousers. It was so hot!

Even if there are people clearing the way ahead, there will still be many things on the road that can hurt people, even the palace maids are dressed in jeans.

There were people nearby who were not carrying any weight, and their guns were placed on the backs of their horses. They were there to carry people, including palace maids, elderly officials in the palace, people from Xiaqiu Village, imperial doctors, and the wounded...

There was no one to carry the eunuchs, they were physically strong, what would they do if they were not? The craftsmen could choose young people, and there were a few old craftsmen who taught them.

Zhu Wentian was still carrying the heavy machine gun and the ammunition box. The weight was of no concern to him as he needed to be able to transform himself into a firepower point at any time.

"Go ahead!" Xu Da said.

His personal guards came over, two of them holding a sedan chair. The prince and the people from Xiaqiu Village sat on it, and he also sat on it.

In addition to the scouts who ran out to explore, some of the other people had to take turns to clear the way, using various tools, some for hitting high branches, and some for clearing low thorns.

In addition, people with sharp eyes specialize in observing special things in trees and grass, such as poisonous snakes and insects. They are most suitable for playing the game of finding the differences, but color blindness obviously cannot do this.

Xu Da's personal guards were very happy, or rather honored, that they could finally carry an important person. Before, whenever something happened, it was always the palace guards who were responsible.

They didn't know that the palace guards were only responsible for fighting at this moment, because they had the good weapons for longer and had more shooting times.

When they are outside and may encounter danger at any time, they assign part of the task to equally reliable comrades.

"It's not easy to fight. Our soldiers have suffered so much! Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Xu!"

After Lao Wu sat on the sedan chair, he was very good at speaking and praised Xu Da without losing face or lowering his status.

"Your Highness should know that His Majesty also went through the same thing. He first lived for himself, and now he lives to allow more people to live well."

Xu Da immediately changed the object of his praise and stated his ambition, looking at the village head while he spoke.

Everyone understood, and they all looked at the headman who was sitting on the sedan chair and took out a stack of papers from his arms. To everyone, the talented people in Xiaqiu Village were truly selfless. They gave away so many good things. Xiaqiu Village itself did not save much money, and most of the money was in the public account.

Each villager only has a few hundred strings of cash per household, which they keep at home to make them look good. They have copper coins, silver ingots, and gold ingots, but they never spend them. As for the treasure notes, there is no point in just looking at them.

Zhao Yao was bored, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, and he said it out loud: "Village head, let me ask an offensive question. If you don't become the village head, how will the next village head be chosen?"

The head of the village suddenly looked up, tilted his head and thought, and after a while he responded: "Anyway, it can't be those children in my family, even if they are pregnant now, they can't.

We have to choose from among them, yes, among the fifteen of them, or even younger ones, we can still live a long time, wait for twenty years or so and then retreat to... the second line? Yes, the second line.

In fact, being a village head is more about responsibility. You can't do whatever you want. In many cases, the village head's words don't count.

The village elders are here, so if we step down, who dares not listen to us? If we encounter any major issues, we must be consulted.

Then look at Hanhan. Whoever Hanhan chooses will be the winner. If Hanhan says no, no matter how good that person looks, he or she can’t be the winner. ”

After the head of the village finished speaking, he glanced at Hanhan who was sitting on a stretcher carried by four people. Hanhan must have a weapon by his side, and the four people cannot have one each in front, behind, left and right, but only two in front, behind, and left and right. The most feared thing is that there will be poor coordination.

Zhu Wentian showed a simple and honest smile: "Okay, village head, okay, I'll take over, um! Hehehehehe..."

He is willing to let the head of the village work for a few more years. The head of the village is smart! The times have delayed the head of the village's development. It's fate!
The next village head... I don't know who to choose, this is the most difficult thing, if it really doesn't work then...

"Beep~beep~beep~beep~beep..."

Zhu Wentian was just thinking about the selection of the next head of Xiaqiao Village when the sound of a military bugle suddenly came, with an echo.

The scout troops were spread out over a thirty-li radius, and even along the roads they traveled, scouts would come and go to report.

Then the propagation distance of the bugle sound is obviously not enough for thirty miles, and several bugle players are needed in the teams at certain distances.

The sound of a bugle call will echo in the mountains. The first sound you hear may not be the most recent one, but may be the echo of the previous bugle call. There are many factors that affect the propagation of sound.

But no matter which one it is, this sound means encountering the enemy. It is a special bugle that can blow out accurate signals.

Immediately after the telegraph received the general message, the person next to him reported loudly: "We saw the Northern Yuan enemy thirty-five miles ahead, more than five thousand. The scouts retreated and reported. The bugler retreated five miles and blew the bugle."

"Didn't you say thirty miles? If you can really run, run thirty-five miles..."

Lao Wu muttered as he lowered the fishing rod. He didn't want to be a drag, and he knew how many bowls of rice he could eat.

"It seems that our people have been eating well recently. The leg wraps are also effective. They also know to run back before reporting. The bugler also ran, fearing that the other side would hear the bugle. Your Highnesses, who will you send to make arrangements?"

Xu Da was not nervous at all. He understood the situation as soon as he heard it. The scouts ran out thirty-five miles and found a large group of enemies, estimated to be five thousand.

The scout turned and ran! After running five miles, he met a normal scout team with a bugle and told them the situation. The bugle player also ran back and ran another five miles, blowing the bugle while telling the person sending and receiving the telegram.

The horn sound was ten miles away, so it was obvious that this side reacted first, and it was unclear whether the other side could hear it! Now the horn sounded.

After analyzing the situation, Xu Da asked the four princes and eight thousand guards, why were they sent that group?

The four men looked at the head of the village at the same time, but they did not command their own teams.

Without waiting for the head of the village to speak, Ling'er shouted, "Follow my orders, form your own groups, plan number six, line up!"

(End of this chapter)