Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 152
The city wall of Yan'an Mansion was built on the ruins of Song City. The ancient city has a history of hundreds of years, and I don't know how many winds and frosts it has experienced. The traces left by the crossbow cannon seem to tell the story of the vicissitudes of the ancient city.

Today, the identity of this ancient city has changed. It has changed from a bunker for suppressing the official army in northern Shaanxi to a lifeline for protecting the back of the peasant army and protecting the people struggling to survive on the high loess slope.

The Peasant Army is not like the Ming Court. It will take ten days and a half months for the party to fight for anything. The Peasant Army does not have this time, nor does it have the energy to spend on internal consumption. Early the next morning, they gather around the city for five or six days. The mighty camp of the peasant army rose up like a black cloud.

It really looks like going to the market in usual times. Crowds and groups of farmers take the village as the unit, pack up the few things they have and put them on the carts. Many people are pushing wheelbarrows with old ladies on them. From time to time, a team of sturdy farmers with knives on their shoulders and red cloth strips tied on their heads passed by next to the team, just like the Spring Festival travel of later generations.

"I'll leave everything to Chief Song. You must delay the army for ten days!"

Zijinliang was quite polite, and before leaving, he got off his horse and hugged his fists in front of Song Qingshu. The heavenly king Jiayin behind him didn't have such a magnanimity. He stayed far away and didn't even look at him. His complexion was ugly, just like his dead uncle, riding on his mottled horse, cursing and grimacing.

Last night Li Wenjin took a few local ruffians out of the city, dragged the old donkeys, and beat gongs and drums from camp to camp to scold Luo Rucai for being stingy. He was notoriously shameless in the rebel army, and he couldn't stand being scolded like this. He angrily led more than a hundred cronies out of the camp and was about to chop Li Wenjin off.

It doesn't matter if someone is caught, Song Qingshu is making trouble with the king of heaven, Wang Jiayin, and he will not do it after he stays, so this kind of broken animal fools himself and arrests his own people. Let him defend the city!
Looking at the old mule, Wang Jiayin and Zijinliang Wang Ziyong's faces were also not good-looking. At this time, Song Qingshu was the grandfather, and he had to be coaxed to stay as a backer no matter what. In the middle of the night, Zijinliang sent people to Cao Ying again. If you let go, he will either let people out of the animals, or send Cao Ying directly to Zhidan to fight Guan Gouzi, can't you run away?Look and Guanjun posted it and you are still running!

After struggling for more than an hour, Luo Rucai still apologized disheartenedly and sent out Li Wenjin and the hooligans, and picked up Qiuqiu to make up for Song Qingshu's [-] horses, which were still considered horses. up.

Now that Cao Cao lost face to his grandma's house, he might be scolding Song Qingshu's ancestors there at the moment, and he probably wished that the officers and soldiers would come and make dumplings for Song Qingshu.

Of course, Song Qingshu still ignored Marshal Luo's anger, and now Song Qingshu was feebly bowing to Zijinliang.

"Prime Minister, don't worry, Mr. Song is so heartbroken that he will guard the rear of the army!"

"Please!" Patting Song Qingshu on the shoulder, Wang Ziyong jumped on the horse and ran after him, but Chuang Wang Gao Yingxiang was quite conscientious, and the horizontal horse was in front of Song Qingshu, and he also clasped his fists and said.

"This time little brother Song's righteousness, Gao will always remember it in his heart. If we meet again in Shanxi, I will definitely treat my little brother like a brother!"

"Thank you, King Gao Chuang, I also wish King Chuang a smooth journey!"

There was a smile on his face, but Song Qingshu was muttering in his heart that it was a bad check, that if he really wanted to be worthy of your brother, he would no longer be Li Zicheng's uncle.

Except for Zhang Xianzhong who was a little worried, the other leaders also pretended to say goodbye, wrote a bunch of bad checks, and withdrew from the city for almost half an hour. Finally, before the sun fully rose, almost 20 peasant troops disappeared in the dust. Even the population of the city has been wiped away by most of the population, and the remaining Song Qingshu is particularly lonely.

And at the same time, there was a leather-eyed person making trouble in front of him.

"Head Song, we are the only ones left, so hurry up and prepare for the defense officer Gouzi!"

He really had a rough face, as if everyone in the world owed him money, folded his arms, and spoke arrogantly behind Song Qingshu with his head raised, his nostrils almost turned upside down.

His name is Wang Guowei, and he is the younger brother of the Heavenly King Wang Jiayin. He was afraid that Song Qingshu would run away after fooling around with all the horses and equipment of the ministries. Wang Jiayin took the opportunity to transfer 2000 cronies from his own battalion, led by this Wang Guowei, saying it was to help in the battle, but in fact he was watching over Song Qingshu's army.

Seeing this guy looking at the sky, Song Qingshu felt disgusted for a while, so he just clasped his fists with righteous words: "What Wang said is absolutely true! Now the leader gathers the team, let's go to Zhidan and talk to the official The army is fighting!"

"Old Xia, gather the team!"

Amid Song Qingshu's anxious voice, thousands of foolish battalion peasant soldiers rushed out from the gate of the city with their newly-arrived horses and the hard bows and long arrows they just got yesterday. Wang Guowei was frightened by the real appearance, pulling Song Qingshu's sleeve and yelling anxiously.

"Fool Song, are you fucking crazy? There are more than 7000 officers and soldiers! With your thousand years old, weak, sick and disabled, are you going to die?"

"Not only us, but also the three hundred cavalry in your hands, the head of the king. Let's fight the official Gouzi together!"

What Song Qingshu said was taken for granted, but Wang Guowei's face, which was as thick as a big pancake, immediately turned pale with fright, and the blood disappeared. Farmers, where do you know how to fight? Go yourself, I will defend the city, defend the city haha!"

Before he finished speaking, this guy actually ran away, followed by Wang Jiayin's confidant soldier, who was acting like a big boss just now, as if he had been kicked out by a dog, and retreated in a desperate manner, seeing his scarred face immediately disdainful curled his lips.

"Okay, it's much more comfortable without their troublesome eyes. Anyway, I'm counting on them." He took a black horse, turned over and rode on it, taking out the skills of riding a horse when he was traveling on the Horqin Grassland, Song Qingshu shook it The big flag in his hand: "Hong'er, radish, follow me! Lao Xia, you go to the northwest as planned, Zhao Erdan, you lead the team to the southwest, raise more flags along the way, step on more dust, don't show your face!"

"Don't worry, the big ones, the little ones know!"

"Crap!"

Zhao Erdan agreed brimmingly, but Scarface agreed lazily.

It's no wonder that Scarface is not energetic. Following Song Qingshu's order, two large groups of peasant armies burst out from the door, making a noise like hornets out of a nest. Stupid like, following the foolish women who are rushing out, the flags of resistance are varied, but the combat effectiveness is almost zero.

Just like the clothing city of the later generations, a group of old men and old ladies were hired, and two armies with gongs and drums went out along both sides of the city.

"I'm going to trouble my father-in-law in the city. Those two thousand recruits must step up their practice, and Lao Liu, the knife that I want, hurry up, maybe I'll use it right away!"

Old man Xing nodded his head maturely, while Liu Zongmin was full of complaints, lowered his head and waved his hands sadly: "Got it, I followed you, it's like a mule has been put into a grind, you're exhausting me Bar."

After making the arrangements for the city, Song Qingshu waved to Hongniang Xing with confidence: "Hong'er, let's go!"

"It should be called the leader of the punishment red wolf!"

Xing Hongniang pouted dissatisfiedly again, but still took the big banner obediently, and walked side by side with Song Qingshu, looking at the backs of the two, Liu Dazhuzi's eyes showed strong jealousy once again, The mask lowered his head.

Many of the men in this sudden cavalry are still riding horses for the first time. Even if they have stirrups and saddles, they ride somersaults. Looking at the yellow sand all over the sky, it looks like a yellow dragon from a distance.

But less than two miles out of the city, Song Qingshu's cavalry was stopped.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Seeing more than 300 cavalrymen and more than 2000 messy peasant troops blocking the front of him tightly, Song Qingshu really frowned. Could it be that Luo Rucai sent someone back to attack him on purpose?Then he is stupid enough, using this excuse to run away by himself, and it is none of his business that the peasant army's chrysanthemums were exploded by the officers!
Facing the scholar-like leader who came out to block the way, Song Qingshu cupped his fists full of defense and doubts and asked, secretly revealing the small revolver he was carrying with him from his sleeve.

Surrounded by a group of cavalry, the scholar-looking guy jumped off his horse with a smile on his face, and bowed his hands heavily to Song Qingshu: "Shopkeeper Song, you are such a noble person who forgets things so much, Xi'an City, even I, Zhao I forgot, thanks to my Zhao Shusheng being involved with the shopkeeper, I was beaten and killed by that little hooligan in Dice Street."

Not to mention, after such an introduction, Song Qingshu looked familiar to the scholar. Just as he was thinking about it, Hongniang Xing cried out in surprise.

"Zhao Si! You are Zhao Si! Every time you come to the store, you will order a class of Zhao Si!"

With a face full of helplessness, the scholar smiled wryly and clasped his fists to correct him: "Sister-in-law, it's Zhao Sheng!"

Song Qingshu suddenly realized that this scholar used to be willing to sit in his shop when he had nothing to do, but when Ma Er brought a hooligan to smash his shop, he was unlucky enough to be knocked out by a piece of him, but he didn't expect that the frail scholar back then would be the same now. Like himself, he was forced to rise up.

"Leader Zhao, why are you blocking here if you don't follow Wang Tianwang into Jin Dynasty?" Although he was a little familiar, Song Qingshu still did not let go of his guard and asked cautiously.

He suddenly raised his hands above his head and bowed heavily, Zhao Shengman said solemnly.

"I was rejected by Wang Tianwang when I lit the lamp. It was full of injustice. Today, I, Zhao Shengte, came to join Song Dang's family. I would like to attach his tail, saddle up and back, and never back down!"

(End of this chapter)