I was pulling trees in Daming, and Lao Zhu begged me to come out of retirement

Chapter 75 The Tragic Child of Destiny

Han Shantong was very depressed.

He always felt that he was the son of destiny.

When he heard the news that the Fengyang County government was overthrown by a group of poor people and many civilians followed suit, the tiny flame in his heart began to burn.

He became even more excited after the Yuan Dynasty sent elite troops to attack Taoyuan Township but failed.

The Yuan Dynasty was already so bad.

A poor guy actually captured a county town so easily and left the Yuan Dynasty helpless.

A sense of ambition and ambition suddenly arose in his heart: "I can do it, too."

So he couldn't wait to get on.
He and Liu Futong discussed and issued a statement.

Why do you keep the imperial seal in Haidong and take elite troops from Japan?

What about the three thousand tiger soldiers who went straight to the land of Youyan; the dragon soared to the sky and reopened the sky of the Song Dynasty?

Relying on his status as the eighth-generation grandson of Emperor Huizong of Song, he successfully gathered a group of heroes with different ideas in Yingshang County, Yingzhou (now Fuyang, Anhui) to prepare for an uprising.

And then, there was nothing else.
Just as the insurgents gathered together to swear an oath of rebellion, the local officials suddenly sent troops to beat them up.

The 3000 Tiger Soldiers who had just been recruited fled in a panic. After finally breaking out of the encirclement, they became miserable wanted criminals.

This wanted warrant lasted for five years.

If it were five years later, and they successfully broke out of the siege this time, the gathering of the remaining troops would inevitably attract a large number of people who were living in poverty to join them, and a large number of landlords would come to donate money.

The problem was that the opening of the river and the currency change had not yet been implemented. Although everyone's life was a little miserable, no one had yet mustered up the courage to rebel and risk being beheaded.

So Han Shantong and others suffered a tragedy.

He had no people, no money, no chickens, and was chased by the Yuan Dynasty for five years like a rat crossing the street.
In desperation, the group had to become bandits and hide everywhere.

Until recently, the currency conversion and river opening were carried out simultaneously.
Du Zundao, the educated organizer and planner of the Red Turban Uprising in the North, as well as the strategist and commander of specific political and military actions, waved his hand and suggested to Han Shantong: Get rid of him!

So they campaigned among the people who were forcibly conscripted to reopen the old course of the Yellow River, declaring that "when the world is in chaos, Maitreya Buddha will be born."

They also secretly chiseled a one-eyed stone man and buried it in advance on the old road near Huanglinggang, and spread a nursery rhyme: "The stone man has one eye, which stirs up the Yellow River and the whole world to rebel."

Later, it was spread that "Han Shantong is the eighth-generation grandson of Song Huizong and will rule China."

After a series of deceptions, a group of people secretly persuaded many civilians to rebel with them, and the scale of the uprising was already larger than the Yingzhou uprising.

result,

Just when Han Shantong was about to perform the scene of "The Enlightened King is born to save all living beings",
He was reported.

A member of the Farmers' Assistance Association angrily resisted this behavior of promoting feudal superstition.
He firmly believed that the God of Heaven would send celestial messengers to use science to save all living beings, rather than these crappy Mingwang and Maitreya Buddha.

The Yuan Dynasty general Chelibuhua, who had just used killing innocent people to gain a good job, was overjoyed.
I don't dare to hit Li Er, Peng Da and others, so why should I hit you, a little mouse? The key is that this little mouse is still wearing the skin of the eighth-generation grandson of Song Huizong.

So after he learned the news, he immediately gathered an army of 10,000 and attacked Han Shantong and others.

You have to know that the soldiers who came to kill this time were not the miscellaneous soldiers organized by the county magistrate in history.

Instead, it was a regular Mongolian army with an organization.

So Han Shantong suffered a tragedy.
He used his own team to prove that not everyone can fight against ten thousand people alone like that pervert Tianyu.

Poor Han Shantong and the 3000 people that Liu Futong had gathered with great difficulty collapsed as soon as they met.

Those laborers, who had not had enough food for a week, left Han Shantong, the eighth-generation grandson of Emperor Huizong of Song, behind without looking back and ran away.

The remaining 7 men were defeated by the siege of 8 to Yuan soldiers.

If the terrain here was not so complicated that the Yuan cavalry could not escape, the Red Turban Army would have been defeated by the Yuan soldiers by now.

Han Shantong looked at the approaching Cheli Buhua's ferocious face with a look of grief and indignation and said sadly:
"Damn it! Is it God's will that I die? To think that the eighth-generation grandson of Emperor Huizong of Song would end up like this, is there still hope for this world?"

Liu Futong, who was standing by, pulled Han Shantong's sleeve and said with a smile:
"Don't be sentimental, run quickly, or you won't be able to get out!"

Damn it, you really think you are a descendant of the emperor, but don’t you have any idea of ​​your own background?

Liu Futong vowed to work on his own after escaping this time.
It is really annoying to have a leader with mental problems.

Han Shantong was startled and quickly rolled up his trouser legs and ran into the woods.

Cheli Buhua looked at Han Shantong, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and shouted excitedly:
"Kill! Capture the leader of the bandits! Reward of one hundred taels of silver!" The Yuan soldiers behind him looked at Han Shantong, who was dressed very seductively, and rushed forward like sharks smelling blood.

Liu Futong, Du Zundao and others were very cunning and turned around and ran in the opposite direction of Han Shantong.

"Your Majesty, we will avenge you!!"

Han Shantong: “???”

Hearing the shouts of Liu Futong and others, the Yuan soldiers all turned around to chase Han Shantong. Soon Liu Futong and his group of defeated soldiers disappeared into the woods.

Han Shantong: "Fuck %#@￥*&!"

Relying on his familiarity with the woods, Han Shantong stumbled and ran wildly in the woods.

The Yuan soldiers behind him were chasing closely not far away.

I don't know how long I ran.

Han Shantong's eyes suddenly became clear.
But there was no joy on his face, instead his eyes were filled with fear.

Because he knew that once he lost the cover of the woods, he would surely die.

He looked back at the woods.

The figures of countless Yuan soldiers were shaking, and at this moment the fear in his heart was infinitely magnified.

The desire to survive drove him to run forward desperately.

He now deeply regretted being the eighth-generation grandson of Emperor Huizong of Song.

It would have been nice if I had honestly knelt down and begged the landlord to give me some food.
The disaster in my area isn't that serious, I just have to endure it and it will pass.

The intense fear drove him to keep running forward.
But the intense exercise made him feel as if his lungs were on fire.

Huh~huh~!

After running for an unknown amount of time, he finally fell to the ground in a mess.

His violent breathing made a wheezing sound from his mouth like a palm-leaf fan.

He turned around and looked behind him in embarrassment.

More and more Yuan army soldiers were rushing towards him madly.

At this moment he could even see the blood on the knives of the Yuan army who were slaughtering his subordinates!

"No! Don't kill me! I surrender! I am not the eighth-generation grandson of Emperor Huizong of Song! I am just an ordinary citizen!"

Cheli Buhua, who came on horseback, heard Han Shantong's shout and a creepy sneer appeared on his face.

"Common people? You're talking nonsense! You are the eighth generation grandson of Emperor Huizong of Song! Even the king of heaven can do the same! I'm lending you my head today. When I become rich, I will definitely burn some yellow paper for you. I remember you southerners like this, hahaha!"

Tetsujiro laughed triumphantly.

Regardless of whether he is the eighth-generation grandson of Song Huizong, he is one now.

How can arresting a rebel leader be more meritorious than arresting the eighth-generation grandson of Emperor Huizong of Song?

"Everyone, get out of the way! I want to give this eighth-generation grandson of Emperor Huizong of Song a decent gift~"

Cheli Buhua drew out his machete with a grim smile and approached Han Shantong step by step.

Han Shantong was trembling all over and shaking his head repeatedly.

"Help, help! Someone save me!"

Tetsuli Buka laughed strangely:
"You can scream, but no one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out, hahaha~"

Phew~!

As Tetsujiro Buka spoke, a crossbow arrow plowed a bloody mark on his cheek.

He looked up in astonishment and saw a well-equipped cavalry team rushing towards them with terrifying momentum!

Zhu Yuanzhang: "Charge! Save the eighth-generation grandson~!"

Cheri Buhua: "I @%￥#&!"

(End of this chapter)