Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 243 Tiger Master
Dai County is considered a large city. It used to be an administrative unit at the state level. It was still named as a fief under the command of Dai Wang in Datong. It was not until the Wanli period that the state was abolished as a county. It was built during the border defense period. At the edge of the civil fort, the Oala army even wiped out the main force of the 50 Ming army, but they did not take it here. In history, this generation of county and Yanmen Pass have also been the front lines against grassland invasions countless times.

However, after entering the Ming Dynasty, most of the wars were blocked by Datong and Xuanfu Town in the north, except for the more dangerous Tumubao. The county magistrate newly appointed by the imperial court hadn't arrived yet. Hearing the quarrels of several landlords who fled back, the whole county seemed to be boiling.

"Quick! Move them up!"

The cannons in the storeroom were all rusted, and slag fell off when they were moved. Liu Tichun was still hoarse and tried his best to carry them. It is better to have a cannon than to have no cannon. Did he know that his commander-in-chief brought this time? There are not many people in the team, and if they can buy some time, it is already very benevolent.

As for the tyrannical landlords in the city and the countryside in Dai County, they were even more anxious, and their faces twitched in pain.

"I just said that this Song thief is unreliable, what kind of thieves are you playing? Now my five hundred dan grains are probably all destroyed!"

While commanding the villagers brought by the escape to go to the city to help defend, a certain fat guy who can cook oil in the pot is still yelling angrily, shaking the thin monkey beside him to quickly cover his mouth mouth.

"Brother Ji, misfortune comes from your mouth! Our side..."

He was also in a cold sweat from shock, glanced left and right, and saw that they were busy defending the city, the fat man had just wiped his forehead with oily sweat and hurriedly continued to fight.

But such complaints keep coming.

On the top of the city, I was busy moving arrows and stones. I don’t know who yelled that the bandits are coming. Hula, the landlords who were complaining just now were all fighting, lying on the top of the city wall. Look around, it doesn't matter if you look around, many people pee in their pants.

The innumerable army of hungry people came from the southwest like locusts in transit, and the smoke and dust trampled by the army could not be seen at a glance!

"It's over!" Fatty Ji slapped his thigh, and sat limply on the ground.

Looking at it this way, the bandit army is no less than 800 to [-], and my own men are only [-], and those unreliable people are only [-]. No matter how you look at it, there is a huge disparity in strength. Even Liu Tichun, a gangster, is in a cold sweat. He hurriedly jumped on his feet and shouted: "Fire the gun! Fire the gun!"

"Don't fucking fire! Open the city gate!"

Far away, someone shouted from the bottom of the city. Seeing his subordinates stuffing gunpowder into it in a panic, they took out a handful of mud from the barrel, and Liu Tichun, who was twitching his beard in anger, scolded him without thinking. Passed over: "Fuck you, uncle! I can't kill you stupid thieves!"

Almost fell off the horse without any breath, and couldn't spare the old face to quarrel with this stupid man. Song Qingshu helplessly bit Zhou Yuji with the whip, and the speechless Hou Shanxi General Soldier rushed over with his horse, holding it high. shouted under the head of the city with both hands.

"Old Liu, don't fire! It's me! It's me!"

"The commander-in-chief and I have returned from begging for thieves, and we have won the battle. These are all prisoners!"

captive?Looking left and right, tens of thousands of rioters surrounded in disorder. The small beggar cavalry in the middle looked like seeds wrapped in dragon fruit. It seemed hard to say who would be captured!

But at this moment, I can also see clearly that my commander-in-chief's signature Song character banner, begging for life, no matter who captures who, the commander-in-chief is below, this cannon can't be fired, I stared blankly for a long time, Liu Tichun again It was a big kick that kicked aside the subordinate who had finally wiped the barrel dry.

"The commander-in-chief is below, and you are still rubbing your mother's ass! Open the city gate!"

"Master Jun, you can't open it!"

A large group of landlords and tyrannical landlords were so scared that their crotches were wet, and they followed Liu Tichun and kept begging behind him. If he rushed in this way, he would end up with all his possessions in the city. Said, in fact, Liu Tichun himself was also worried, but Song Qingshu was at the bottom, in case he was captured and did not open the door by himself, and hurt the commander in chief, then the crime would be beaten, and he waved his hand hard enough to let these landlords go out , Liu Tichun's heart was pounding, and he opened the door bolt himself.

Fortunately, there were no thieves rushing in, but Zhou Yuji trotted over with a smile on his horse, and gave Liu Tichun a thumbs up.

"You are the first one who dares to scold the handsome second uncle! Brother, I respect you for being a man!"

Seeing Song Qingshu rushing over with his horse on his back, his face was as tense as transparent glue, and Liu Tichun, who was finally relieved, pulled down his bearded face sadly.

Song Qingshu did not enter the city, but only asked the accompanying cavalry to throw in more than 1000 bundles of thieves that looked like rice dumplings for the Dragon Boat Festival, ordered them to be locked up, and left the city again, and then Liu Tichun's Daixian guards were also transferred out. , more than [-] people carried logs and beat them, and built a huge fence like a livestock enclosure, and locked tens of thousands of rogues in. Those people are as honest as sheep on the grassland, just looking at it so stupidly Well, this work has been done until midnight, looking at the burning fire next to the huge cage, those panic-stricken tyrants finally settled down.

He actually won the fucking fight!
In fact, the peasant uprising had to go through several stages. The peasant army in the early stage was confused and confused, and would only follow those deserters, leaders such as local bandits to eat big households, and their combat effectiveness was the weakest. During this period, they were also suppressed the worst by the government army. At that time, it would be good if one out of ten people survived, but these surviving people constituted the backbone of the peasant army enough to compete with the official army.

Most of the current 36th Battalion belongs to the mid-term peasant army, and the late peasant army is the army of Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong from the 15th to 17th years of Chongzhen. It already has a large scale and a very rigorous organization. The goal is unstoppable, and the official army is no longer its opponent.

These Xinzhou rogues belong to the early stage. The core strength is only a few hundred local thieves, and they are still composed of several teams. They were manipulated by people with ulterior motives to grab them together. The excrement cooker behind the tomb was so frightened that he pissed, and ran away. The entire bandit army lost its command. Seeing the beggar cavalry who were murdering like horses on tall horses, they immediately began to break up.

If there are [-] to [-] pigs, Song Qingshu may not be able to capture so many pigs. Pigs will not surrender, but people will surrender. Seeing that the fight is going well, Song Qingshu, who has become more courageous, directly ordered them to be divided into six teams, from six directions. When he came back, those who fled were killed all over the place, and the no longer courageous refugees returned to their docile nature, self-taught lost their weapons and crouched on the ground with their heads in their arms.

The most dangerous time of this battle was actually under Daixian City, almost collapsed by his own artillery!

However, guarding tens of thousands of captives is also a dangerous thing. They didn't even leave a stick. After they were surrounded, Song Qingshu still stared at them nervously. Until midnight, Sun Chuanting led the firearms team of the beggar army to retreat. After returning, more than 3000 people were in hand, which made Song Qingshu heave a sigh of relief.

The potatoes and sweet potatoes that had just been harvested gave off a unique fragrance on the fire. A steady stream of begging troops rushed over with food and lit hundreds of fires in the huge prisoner-of-war camp. Sadly, he ran around with an account book to count the number of people, stood on the tower and smelled the fragrance, watching him busy like a spinning top, Song Qingshu shook his head with pain in his face, and stood beside him, watching, Even Sun Chuanting with the ice cube face shook his head regretfully.

"Fight this battle 20 days earlier, and there will be people who will harvest in autumn!"

After counting for one morning, the result is probably out. A total of more than 6000 people have been captured by the begging army. The total number of the begging army is 200 more. The army was so arrogant that they chased after their buttocks, but they were shot to death by muskets, and more than [-] people were stabbed to death with bayonets.

However, Song Qingshu couldn't be happy.

It is not easy to feed the beggars themselves. With more than 4 mouths, where can he get food to feed him?Moreover, the real person who planned behind the scenes hasn't acted yet. The ones sent here are just cannon fodder. Only a thousand days can be a thief. How can there be a thousand days to guard against a thief?

Sun Chuanting was so anxious that the prison was overcrowded again. In addition to the stench, there was also a smell of barbecue in the air. A dozen or so hapless thieves were pulled out and hung naked on the wall, drooping their heads. As if dead, Liu Tichun, who had just been tortured, ran back with a guilty conscience.

"Marshal, I didn't ask anything. These people were really beaten to pieces. I guess they really don't know!"

The corner of his mouth twitched violently, and Song Qingshu waved his hand coldly: "Continue to twitch!"

Can be sent out to contact several big thieves in Yuanping County. These guys can be regarded as the upper middle class among the thieves. However, even if they know, they only know some internal information of the thieves. as simple as that.

The frontier army was involved!And it's not like Qiu Ming and Xu Dingchen, who are self-employed and outsiders, involve the deep-rooted disputes between the frontier army and the generals!

Feeling depressed, Song Qingshu imitated Sun Chuanting's cold face and came out humming along the way, but when he arrived at the gate of the prison, he suddenly lifted out a huge umbrella diagonally, which hurt him. Startled.

"Marshal Hushi, in ancient times, Guan Yunchang rode a horse alone to take the head of the general. Today, there are tens of thousands of Marshal Song with hundreds of horses and hundreds of thieves. The marshal is really the protector of the people of our county. In Xiaqiuzhuang, Qiu Laogu , especially led the gentry and people of Dai County to present a Wanmin umbrella to the Marshal to express our hearts!"

A large canvas umbrella was densely written with names, while holding the handle of the umbrella in his hand, and those Daixian scholars and people surrounding him, for the first time, Song Qingshu saw sincerity in their eyes!For the first time, there is no such rejection of rogues. This is the popular feeling!

Seeing hundreds of people bowing and paying respects together, Song Qingshu also felt a wave of shock, and subconsciously, he took the umbrella tightly, and after a while, he came back to his senses and hurriedly raised his hands up.

"Everyone please get up, please get up!"

"Thank you, Master!"

I can’t blame these gentry at the end of Ming Dynasty for being stingy. Ming Dynasty was about to collapse, but they didn’t want to raise a penny. They refused to extend a little helping hand to support the court and tide over the difficulties. They were also disappointed in this precarious Ming Dynasty. , once a person is disappointed and loathes something, Jijiu will not put any enthusiasm into it.

But now, Song Qingshu seems to be developing in the opposite direction. He has shown his sincerity and strength in protecting Dai County, and those Dai County tyrants have begun to reciprocate. Outside the city, it is the first time that these Shanxi old men are picking up a carload of food. Actively fainted.

While worrying about how to feed the more than 4 captives, more than 1 tans of food were collected in a blink of an eye, which solved many urgent needs.

"Thank you, folks and elders!" Standing at the gate of Daying, Song Qingshu smiled at these landlords and gentry for the first time like a flower, and thanked them with fists in their hands.

"Don't dare! Marshal Song's army is strict, and he loves the people like a son. We should thank Marshal Song!" Fatty Ji, who was still saying bad things about Song Qingshu on the city wall the day before yesterday, also laughed like an old chrysanthemum, hugging Fist bowed down.

It was really a dividend of war. The beggars outside were still carrying food into the barracks. Seeing the harmonious appearance of a family of soldiers, civilians, fish and water, but when the fat man bowed this season, his expression suddenly changed.

Wow!
A big mouthful of black blood sprayed out, and Song Qingshu was so startled that he hid aside cleverly. The blood was all sprayed on the stone that was bolted to the gate beside him...

(End of this chapter)