Traveling through the Ming Dynasty, as soon as you open your eyes, you will die

People say that the weather in June is like a child's face, and it changes at will.

But the heavy rain didn't come and go as soon as it came, and it seemed to be with everyone. It rained heavily for three days, and then it rained lightly for seven days. It seemed that the weather finally cleared up reluctantly.

As the heavy rain stopped and the ground dried up a little, the battle between the two sides, which had long been exhausted, continued.

Outside the Great Wall, the sky was full of horns, and densely packed groups of Han slaves, driven by countless whips and sticks, began to slowly approach the Great Wall.

An old man held a child's hand tightly and looked at the sky south of the Great Wall, his eyes full of excitement and expectation. Walking among the crowd, he asked the child: "Child, do you still remember the address of your Zhongyuan home?"

The child shook his head blankly: "I don't remember, but I remember there was a big locust tree in front of my house."

"Do you remember your father's name?"

"I remember."

"Just remember. From now on, you must keep chanting your father's name in your heart. Then you won't lose it and you will be able to find a home."

"Can we cross the Great Wall? Can the Ming army let us pass?"

On the Great Wall, countless soldiers stood on the edge of the city, looking at the compatriots who kept coming over. They didn't know how to deal with it. They could only yell at those compatriots: "Don't come here, don't come here." come over."

But no one stopped. The reason why they did not stop was not the knives and sticks of the wolf-like slave masters behind them, but their eagerness to return home.

No shots were fired on the city. Countless people flocked to the Great Wall. Lu Mou immediately ordered: "Put down the ropes and ladders and take them up to the city."

This is the obsession of the Han people, when fallen leaves return to their roots and lie beside their ancestors.

The old man struggled to push the child up the ladder, but the child was thin and weak. He was out of breath after just four or five steps and could no longer climb.

"Since I can't go home, why am I still chanting my father's name?"

They know that they will definitely die here, but this is the place closest to their home. In the hearts of all of them, as long as their souls float across the Great Wall, they will go home.

"Neither you nor I will go back to our hometown, but as long as you chant your father's name, your soul will float across the Great Wall, you will be guided by your father, and you will return to the tombs of your ancestors. You won’t be a lonely ghost.”

The rope ladder that had been prepared long ago was lowered, and the soldiers lay on the city and shouted to the people below: "Come up quickly, come up quickly."

The Han slaves were driven to climb the city to demoralize the Ming army, but none of the Qing soldiers expected that the Ming army would do such a thing. I was at a loss at that time and didn't know how to deal with it.

The child nodded silently, accepted the kind suggestion, held the old man's hand tightly, kept murmuring his father's name, and followed the flow of people towards the Great Wall.

The old man shook his head: "In order to prevent tens of millions of people from being slaughtered by barbarians in the Ming Dynasty, he is a rational person and will not let us pass."

When these Han slaves saw it, they all cheered for joy. Without hesitation, they grabbed the ladder and rope and climbed to the top of the city.

In the blink of an eye, the entire city wall was covered with people eager to go home.

The old man was very anxious and shouted to him: "Climb up. Climb up and you can go home alive. Climb as hard as you can."

However, no matter how much he urged, the child still couldn't crawl.

The old man put his head on his feet and pushed him up hard. At this time, the Qing army reacted, and their flag leader Niu Lu loudly ordered: "Fire arrows and shoot those who run away. Quick, quick."

Following the order, countless wolf-fang arrows rushed over, and the entire city wall was instantly covered with arrows, and the people fell like snowflakes one after another.

When the old man saw it, he crawled a few steps, covered the strange child with his body, and urged loudly: "Climb, crawl quickly." Then, with constant groaning, he used one hand to lift the child with all his strength. He stood up and shouted to the soldiers on the city who stretched out their hands in the rain of arrows: "Brothers, catch it."

The child was thrown out, and countless hands in the city grabbed him. The old man saw that the child was caught, and his back was already covered with wolf fang arrows.

He smiled, and when he saw the child disappear safely on the city wall, he weakly let go of his hand, letting himself fall like a fallen leaf, and finally let out a sigh of relief: "Home, I am so close to you."

Upon seeing this, Duoze shouted: "The whole army attacks, use slaves to cover it, attack the city, attack the city."

Countless Qing troops howled and rushed into the crowd of slaves. Taking advantage of the Ming troops on the city who couldn't bear to shoot, they jumped on the ladder and grabbed the rope.

What to do, what to do, if we don't fight back, the Great Wall will be lost.

Everyone looked at their squad leader, and the squad leader looked at the platoon leader. In the end, everyone looked at Lu Mou.

What to do, fight back, or give up? Lu Mou was struggling like a storm in his heart.

On the one hand, there are pitiful and innocent compatriots. They are just one step away from returning to their hometown. If they don't fight back, the Great Wall defense line will collapse in an instant, and tens of millions of people in the Ming Dynasty will become slaves.

How to decide, how to decide.

Suddenly, a soldier climbed up the crenellations of the city wall with difficulty, waved the red flag desperately, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Behind us is our Ming Dynasty, our homeland. Brothers, we must not let the slaves destroy our homeland again." .Brothers, all are here, follow my orders, drop bombs and shoot."

Then he waved the flag crazily.

Everyone has a conscience and a bottom line, but at this critical moment, one person must stand up and break through the bottom line of conscience for everyone.

The soldier's actions were echoed by the soldiers. They closed their eyes one after another and rained grenades down on the city, blowing up the outside of the city into a sea of ​​fire.

At this moment, the soldier held the military flag high and jumped out of the city wall without hesitation.

After he left, another soldier climbed up to the top of the city and continued the brother's call. Then, he once again jumped into the city and committed suicide without any regrets.

One after another, soldiers and officers climbed to the top of the city and called for defense of the Great Wall. Then they could not stand the whipping of their own conscience and committed suicide.

Lu Mou couldn't bear such a scene anymore. Those who were bravest were all dying for him.

He took a step forward suddenly, grabbed him with one big hand, and directly covered his mouth with the other hand.

Li Yan shook his head firmly at him with tears in his eyes.

At this time, he must not give any orders, no matter what kind of orders they are.

Lu Mou just watched helplessly as his compatriots below the city were bombed to death one after another, and watched one brother after another climb up to the top of the city and shout, and then die one after another.

He really felt that he was so cruel, so callous, and so helpless. (End of chapter)