Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 137
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The snare drum made of buffalo hide is pounded by the drum hammer with the thickness of the thigh bone to make a loud noise. The nameless Funiu Mountain has never been as lively as it is today since ancient times. In the exciting drums, countless The Ming army in the Qing Dynasty climbed the small Funiu Mountain valley all over the mountains and plains with spears in their hands.

However, before they climbed to the middle of the mountain, a puff of smoke suddenly burst from the gate tower, and then, the undamaged houses in the west also burst into flames, and then in the south, the majestic village surrounded by the wall seemed to be ignited in an instant , Amid the crackling sound, the beams collapsed, and the courtyard of the head of Song Qingshu's family, where Song Qingshu lived for half a year, was instantly engulfed in the flames.

"Don't let those bandits burn the food, go!"

Sun Huaizhong, the general who led the team, almost stared at the raging fire, and swung his saber forward sternly. With the sound of several cannons, the gate of Funiu Village, which had stood upright for a day, was instantly torn apart and splashed. There were hundreds of Ming soldiers rushing in with their shields on their shoulders without fear of death.

However, only thick black smoke greeted them!This fire was made by smoldering firewood in the house in advance. The seemingly peaceful cottage had actually burned into a volcano half an hour ago. When the fire spread, it was already irreparable.

On the Niutouyan of Funiu Mountain in the distance, looking at the majestic fire scene, Song Qingshu's heart felt as if a knife had been stabbed into his heart. This was the second time since Xi'an City burned down the restaurant, he burned down the place he regarded as his home. It is my own foundation!It is the place where Song Qingshu dreamed of being with his beloved woman, planting in spring and harvesting in autumn, cuddling with each other, and staying together for a lifetime. Why is Song Qingshu not bleeding in his heart?

The hands around her waist seemed to be tighter again. Looking back, Caiwei just hugged her waist like that, and Hongniang Xing fought with her for more than half a day. Up to now, there are still some bloodstains on her face. After staring blankly for a few times, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his arms and hugged them all tightly.

"Believe me, in the future, we will rebuild all of this! Rebuild our home, and no one will dare to burn it or take it away. Whoever dares to come, I will kill him!"

When he said the last sentence, the hostility in Song Qingshu's eyes showed like a sharp edge. Hearing his vicious words, Caiwei buried her head in Song Qingshu's arms even harder, and Xing Hongniang nodded emphatically.

"I'll help you!"

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No matter how gorgeous the majestic fire scene is, it is no match for the naked fact of being forced out and leaving home. When he set off at night, Song Qingshu completely let go of the grain depot, and everyone could carry as much as they could. Even the peasant army under Zhang Xianzhong They also participated in it. War horses dragged heavy potato baskets, old people and children carried heavy bags, and tens of thousands of people swayed in the biting cold wind, trekking hard on the rugged and difficult mountain roads.

It is said that the three caves of the cunning rabbit. At the beginning, the top of the head set up a winter hunting camp in the deep mountains behind Funiu Mountain. It was hidden in the vast forest. The mountains are high and the forests are dense here. , Song Qingshu was afraid of an accident, so he ordered Xiaoluobo to prepare manpower to carry supplies here in advance. On the day of the war, Xiaoluo made people transfer some people.

But no matter what, this small winter hunting camp was not ready to receive more than 1 people. There were a few wooden structures inside, similar to the sheds in Northeast China, filled with the wounded and the old and the weak. There was no place to put the horses and animals brought in. They could only be tied in the forest, and many old and weak people who had nowhere to go had no choice but to build a shack outside.

Zhang Xianzhong has about 5000 men under his command, and Song Qingshu has about 1000 subordinates, including the refugees from the mountains he has taken in. Even so, [-] people and the crowded place can't get out. By this time, snowflakes were falling in the mountains again, and many children shivered in their mother's arms.

Now that the food has been distributed, it is naturally impossible to take it back. When we arrived at the place, I saw many people directly lighting up and grilling sweet potatoes. Song Qingshu didn't bother to take care of it. The room overhead was occupied so that Song Qingshu would not be allowed to sleep in the open air. He arrived here until midnight, and Caiwei and Hongniang Xing carried the luggage in. Song Qingshu, who had been exhausted for more than a day, just lay down on the mattress. who went.

This sleep was not restful. In his sleep, Song Qingshu seemed to have finally returned to the modern age and the small village where he lived, but just as he happily pushed away the house he lived in before, Hong Chengchou's dark and sinister smile appeared inside. With a scarred face, the Ming army came out from nowhere and rushed out from all directions. With scarred faces, Xing Hongniang and the others also ran out.

While fighting and fleeing, while panting, Song Qingshu was pushed away by Hongniang Xing, just like that, in slow motion, watching the heavy crossbow arrows piercing Hongniang Xing's back, and she also anxiously stretched out her hand to herself.

"Come on!"

call!Breathing out a breath of white air suddenly, Song Qingshu's head was covered in cold sweat, and he opened his eyes to look out, but it was dawn!

There is not even a window paper in this room, and the wind pours in directly from the wooden window frame, making a whining sound, and only a small coal stove burning coal dug from the small coal kiln behind the Shazigou can give people a little comfort. There was some warmth, I was really exhausted, Caiwei was still sleeping soundly like a kitten, hugging her arms, most of her body was pressed on her body, no wonder dreaming was so tiring.

With a helpless wry smile, he carefully pulled out his body and covered her with the cloak. Song Qingshu lightly stroked her soft hair in a funny way, and then looked around, but he found another problem, where is Hongniang Xing!

He wanted to rush out, but Song Qingshu immediately ran back and grabbed his coat. He untied the two revolvers made by Liu Zongmin from their holsters. The leader of the early rebel army was suddenly attacked by the government army in Qingshangou when he lit the lamp. Being slashed and killed, he is now considered a rebel leader on the imperial court's arrest warrant, anything can happen, if he is not vigilant every minute and every second, his life will be lost sooner or later.

After dismantling the two revolvers and checking the gunpowder and bullets, Song Qingshu immediately put the short knife on his belt with the handle facing down so that he could draw the knife at any time. When he was ready, Song Qingshu went out to find Hongniang Xing.

Fortunately, this Hongniang Xing really didn't go far, and this hot girl was actually arguing with people behind the winter hunting camp.

"Smelly woman, if you say you can't cut it, then you can't cut it? I want to cut it!"

"Chop it up and try to see if I can pick your scoop!"

The self-proclaimed old lady is naturally Xing Hongniang, and ran two steps faster, Song Qingshu couldn't help but pick up his eyelids, surrounded by a tree that had been chopped down with axes, seven peasant soldiers under Zhang Xianzhong were yelling, Xing Hongniang There was only one, but her knife was on the neck of the peasant soldier with the axe. The seven of them scolded fiercely, but they dared not take a breath.

"The trees here cannot be cut down!"

Seeing that Hongniang Xing was fine, Song Qingshu heaved a sigh of relief, walked over, and hummed coldly.

"This tree cannot be cut down!"

This man is quite knowledgeable. Seeing the friendly appearance of his second leader Bai Wenxuan and the big leaders Zhang Xianzhong and Song Qingshu, but the Peasant Army is not clear from top to bottom. The guys shrank their courage by half, and they still spoke back unconvinced: " Isn’t it just wood? Why can’t it be chopped?”

"No reason, because I said, you can't cut it!"

Now, the tree fellers had no words to say. These days, whoever has a hard fist is right. Seeing Song Qingshu's arrogant appearance with his arms folded, they didn't dare to provoke them. They dragged their axes and ran away in desperation.

Looking at the half-cut tree, Song Qingshu couldn't help pinching his chin, and really thought of a way to forbid anyone to chop wood. At this time, there was a chuckle. Turning his head, Song Qingshu noticed for the first time , Xing Hongniang looked at herself so seriously.

"What are you looking at? Don't you get tired of watching it every day?" Song Qingshu couldn't stand the fiery eyes and hid for a while, asking unnaturally. Unexpectedly, Xing Hongniang smiled and put the knife in the sheath gracefully , and then lightly tapped Song Qingshu's forehead with the back of his small hand.

"I just couldn't think of it. When I first saw you, you were crazy, calling out female ghosts everywhere, and shrinking your head. You looked like a fool, and it made people angry. But now, you also have the appearance of a stalwart man. Sometimes I wonder if you are still you!"

It's not forced!If I want to throw you into the 22nd century, the streets are full of cars and planes and ships, and I will scare you to death, you crazy girl!Shrugging his shoulders helplessly, Song Qingshu was just about to support the tree to make himself handsome or something, when suddenly, in the winter hunting camp, there was another burst of crying and shouting, and at the same time, an interpreter voice mixed with foreign languages ​​came through.

"God, you can't do that!"

Something happened to the foreign monk Tang Ruowang!He and Hongniang Xing looked at each other solemnly, and the two ran wildly into the camp.

There are really a lot of people around, there are people in the village, there are also outsiders, watching the excitement, inside, a woman is thrashing around, while several peasant soldiers are laughing and blocking the surrounding, one of them looks like a leader He also smiled evilly and went up to tear his clothes. With a ripping sound, a large piece of the red skirt was torn off. In the snow beside him, Tang Ruowang, who had soaked his head in snow, stepped forward angrily and grabbed the man's arm.

"You devil, God will curse you! Don't do this!"

"Get lost, old foreign nose!" With a casual slap, Tang Ruowang was once again thrown out by the tall and strong general of the peasant army.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingshu also became angry. Not only was Tang Ruowang, a foreign monk who was half-teacher and half-friend, bullied, but that woman was actually Li Gu'er!Going forward and grabbing the collar of the peasant soldier's leader, with a loud roar, Song Qingshu threw him directly over his shoulder, throwing him onto the firewood pile.

At this time, she looked like a normal woman, clutching her missing half of her clothes, and huddled under the corner of the room. Li Gu'er cried out in fear. She glanced at her, but Song Qingshu hurriedly helped her up and fell almost to the waist. A foreign monk with a prominent plate.

"Fuck you, dare to fuck me up, fuck you ass balls, I'm going to kill you!" I've never suffered such a big loss, and he got up from the firewood pile with his hands on his buttocks and grinning, the little boss was furious Pulled out the knife directly, and yelled that he was about to chop Song Qingshu up. Several subordinates hurriedly grabbed him and tried to persuade him: "Langtou! Langtou calm down, he, he knows the Eight Great Kings and General Bai!"

"Damn, let me go, even if the eighth king sees me, I have to show some face. He is a donkey ball, and I will kill him!" After struggling to shake off a few minions, the little leader of the peasant army stood tall. Gao swung the knife, went straight to Song Qingshu's back and slashed at Song Qingshu, but seeing that Song Qingshu was about to splatter blood, Song Qingshu, who had just helped the foreign monk up from the ground, pulled out his back like lightning and pinned it up and down The scimitar, the lightning handle turned around.

Kacha, Douda's head gurgled and rolled out, looking at the blood-spitting corpse, several peasant army minions were frightened silly, and after a long time, a confidant of that dead ghost yelled sadly: "You How dare you kill us two wolf heads, chop him up!"

Several peasant soldiers drew their swords one after another, but at the same time, Song Qingshu had already thrown away the bloody scimitar, crossed his hands and pulled out a pair of revolvers from his belt.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
(End of this chapter)