Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 397 The Death of Xing Hongniang

It is estimated that Li Yan's prestige has fallen to the limit. If Li Yan is in charge, the best choice for this remnant army is to go south to Xingzhe Pass, enter Huguang, and join Zhang Xianzhong and Luo Rucai's army, but now they are killing Xiang Biyang , It is equivalent to taking the initiative to drill into the pockets of the officers and soldiers, then Xing Hongniang must be in command.

Hong Chengchou, who deceived the beggar army to recruit for safety, and finally indulged his subordinates to kill the killer, in Nanyang Mansion, Biyang is the outer barrier of Nanyang Mansion.

Although anxious, for the sake of safety, the army walked with the luggage and slowly advanced towards Nanyang Mansion. Along the way, the places they passed were even more dilapidated. There was no rooster crowing within [-] miles, and there were only some landlords. The village is self-protecting, and a large area is barren.

The next day, in Maojiaji, Song Qingshu once again encountered a large number of defeated troops, the unlucky He Renlong. Among the Shan soldiers, the He family army was known for being violent and warlike, but this time, it seemed that he encountered someone even crazier than him. , More than 5000 people in He Jun were completely swept away, and the defeated soldiers scattered all over the mountains and plains.

The bearded man who died last night still hoped that He Renlong would help him avenge him, but He Renlong regarded the begging army as a savior, relying on the begging army, so he stopped retreating and began to gather troops. Renlong also sent someone to contact Song Qingshu, but in a hurry, Song Qingshu didn't pay any attention to this unlucky ghost who died under Sun Chuanting's hands because he was too pretentious in history. .

In the next few days, more and more defeated troops were encountered. Xing Hongniang really showed the stubbornness of a woman, and fought northwestward in one breath. The more it advanced, the more this remnant army was surrounded and surrounded, and it became more and more dead end.

On March [-]th, after more than ten days of chasing, the begging army finally caught up with Hongniang Xing.

It’s really called layers of encirclement circles. Next to Nanyang Mansion, the kind of dilapidated wooden sheds built by the officers and soldiers are densely packed like termite nests. They are surrounded by irregular circles for more than ten miles. It is estimated that there has been a battle during the day. All kinds of corpses lay in a mess, many of them looked like the uniforms of the beggar army cavalry, and there were dirty and ragged officers and soldiers holding the corpses.

Although they don't belong to the same camp anymore, looking at those corpses being turned over and stripped away, from the outer armor to the inner military uniform, even the inner clothes were pulled away by the poor officers and soldiers. Song Qingshu saw the naked corpses in the wilderness. I still feel very sad.

"You are Song Qingshu, the commander-in-chief of the Lianghuai River?"

The army followed the officer's rear formation, and rode on horseback to watch the situation. Along the officer's formation, a team of officer cavalry in slightly neat clothes ran out, surrounded by a general in Wen Shanjia , from a long distance, shouted with a Northeast accent.

Hearing that accent, he was obviously not in a good mood. Anyway, Song Qingshu, who was in a bad mood, didn't show a good face. He also reined in the horse and shouted impatiently with an arrogant look: "I am, who are you?"

"Cao Bianjiao, the commander-in-chief of Lintao, I am here to respectfully wait for the commander-in-chief Song by the governor's order."

No wonder this guy is not in a good mood. Far away, in the battle of Cao Wenzhao in Shanxi to attack and kill Wang Jiayin, Cao Wenzhao was almost killed by the bayonet of the begging army. Ashamed.Recently, although Hong Chengchou's official documents called Xing Hongniang's rebels the Central Plains local thieves, but the brightly armored equipment, the horses, the bayonets and sabers have almost become the hallmarks of the beggar army.

On the Huguang side, it is said that Xiong Wencan, the prime minister of the five provinces, has already started negotiating with the peasant army to recruit peace, but he was beaten to pieces by a small group of cavalry who turned out to be out of nowhere, and was restrained in Nanyang Mansion. A load of Xiong Wencan took Zhang Xianzhong Luo Rucai has been recruited, and he and others have fought hard for more than a year, but they have not achieved an inch.

Another point, this group of cavalry can be regarded as being besieged to death, and the beggar army killed them with great fanfare. Wouldn't the credit be divided again?
Said it was a welcome, Cao Wenzhao took Song Qingshu to a corner of the edge of the battlefield, next to the mass grave, where a lot of corrupt corpses were thrown nearby, and said with a cold face.

"This area of ​​defense belongs to your army. Governor Hong is about to order a general attack tomorrow. Rest early! Don't let your feet go weak when you go into battle tomorrow."

"Cao Zongbing is the same, rest early, don't stretch out halfway up the mountain like last time!"

"Humph!"

The first official meeting between the two senior generals ended with cold snorting at each other.

Even in the era of Napoleon, not everyone could sleep in a tent when going out to fight. Those unlucky conscripted militiamen were sent out again, wearing masks to clean up the corpses in the mass graves, and the three begging divisions at the end took out their backpacks For the salute inside, a few people built a frame with firecrackers, covered it with canvas, squeezed together, and it became a simple tent. Two people lit a bonfire and roasted the bamboo canned food they received from the quartermaster at the back. Fish and rice porridge sat in twos and threes to satisfy their hunger.

After sending Cao Bianjiao away, Song Qingshu didn't have any appetite at all. He just sat on a baggage cart and looked inside. In the distant night mist, he could see the flickering bonfires.

"Marshal, don't worry about it too much. Since Mrs. Hong is already obsessed with Marshal, why bother?"

Behind him, there was suddenly a blunt voice of persuasion. Needless to say, this voice could only be uttered by Sun Chuanting with a poker face. He was probably worried and kept staring at himself.

Without turning his head, Song Qingshu sighed and shook his head again.

"If life is just like the first time you see it, why is the sad wind painting the autumn fan?"

These two lines of poems belonged to Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty, but now these lines are the only ones that best express Song Qingshu's mood.After all, he is a literati, Sun Chuanting couldn't help but his mood fluctuated after listening to these quatrains, lowered his head, and muttered these two sentences over and over again.

"If a good life is just like the first time I saw it! What a sad wind painting autumn fan! The commander-in-chief Sun already knows what he wants, but the sage said that those who are good can also help the world. Now it is a troubled time, and it is necessary for the commander-in-chief to wear such perseverance Rui, Wu Gou Shuangxue, a good man from Guanshan Fifty States stood up and raised his arms..."

"Forget it, it's all over tomorrow, Mr. Boya, you don't have to stare at me anymore, I'm going back to the tent right now, what do you think?"

Broken-hearted and sad, but a big man kept muttering behind him, it wasn't that kind of thing, Song Qingshu finally surrendered helplessly, jumped off the grain and grass with his hands up, and said helplessly to Sun Chuanting with a bitter face, and then Before he could say any more, he got into the tent as if fleeing.

This time, Sun Chuanting felt that it should not be done, and he was still worried. This loyal minister who was dedicated to his duty simply did not sleep, and just leaned on the door of the tent to stare. In the end, Song Qingshu could do anything stupid. His eyes were wide open. Sun Chuanting saw that in the handsome tent, Song Qingshu was like an ant on a hot pot, walking back and forth with his hands behind his back, and his reflection was reflected on the curtain of the tent dangling back and forth.

Sun Chuanting was unreasonable, he swayed left and right, like a lullaby, after half an hour, Sun Chuanting still felt drowsy, his eyelids closed together heavily, but after all, he couldn't sleep well, Ji Ling woke up trembling again, and when he opened his eyes again, Song Qingshu seemed to be still shaking there, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Marshal, it's getting late, let's go to bed early, tomorrow..."

Unable to bear it anymore, Sun Chuanting opened the curtain of the tent, and went in intending to persuade Song Qingshu a few more words, but before he finished speaking, his sleepy red phoenix eyes widened again, and he carried a piece of paper on a bamboo pole. The clothes are shaking back and forth, where is the shadow of Song Qingshu?
"Come on!!!"

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At this time, next to the city of Nanyang Prefecture, within three or four miles of the official army camp, another team was also limp and resting. It is too dependent on logistics, and now only half a month, the originally strong man has been shaved, the horse is as thin as a skeleton, the guns have been fired long ago, and now the knight on the horse can only rely on Bayonets were used as short spears, and some sabers were cut into sawtooth. In the cold wind, the sergeants leaned together shivering.

At the very beginning, Li Yan promised to continue the war with the imperial court, and the control of the begging army has become a vain. If it is not relying on the numb nerves and the fiery figure, this army has already collapsed, even so , it is also on the verge of collapse.

"Handsome Red!"

"I've seen handsome red!"

Holding the spear upside down, Xing Hongniang also walked in the team in a desolate manner. Only when she saw her, it seemed that these dead soldiers regained some vitality.

"Everyone get started, Hong Chengchou, the butcher, is right in front of us. Tomorrow is our last battle. Think about the family members who died tragically by the Fenchuan River!"

"The final battle!"

Hearing this slightly hoarse voice, many soldiers could not help but move closer, but at this moment, a roar interrupted Xing Hongniang's speech.

"enough!"

"Master?"

An unbelievable voice quickly spread beside the fire, each sergeant trembled in astonishment, eyes of guilt and anticipation gathered together, in the firelight, a man wearing a piece of armor in a mess and with disheveled hair looked like a madman , from time to time, their commander-in-chief Song Qingshu, or which one?

"Fool?"

Xing Hongniang also greeted her in disbelief, but before the surprise call was finished, Song Qingshu was greeted with a big slap in the face full of anger, her cheeks were reddened by the slap, and she twisted her head in shock. aside.

"Isn't it enough?" Song Qingshu, who was furious, roared angrily, and then waved his fingers and roared at the anxious soldiers.

"Pack up my things right now, throw away all the weapons and horses, and retreat to the east! If you keep messing around, tomorrow I will personally attack and kill all of you bastards, leaving none of your motherfuckers behind!"

Listening to Song Qingshu's roar, in an instant, everyone's attention returned to Hongniang Xing who was covering her face.

Xing Hongniang, who was always stubborn and upright, unexpectedly did not get angry this time, but shook her head with difficulty at Song Qingshu.

"We have killed so many officers and soldiers..."

"I said, I will handle this matter. When you go back this time, you will follow me to answer the heavens, and be a good wife for me at home. If you dare to go out to show your face, I will break your leg!"

Hearing Song Qingshu's extremely furious roar, Hongniang Xing fell silent again, but in the next second, a gentleness that Song Qingshu had never seen before suddenly appeared on her face, stretching out those slender but callused hands, In Song Qingshu's astonishment, Xing Hongniang carefully helped him tidy up his collar and combed his messy hair with her fingers.

"Fool."

"Ok?"

"In the next life, I will marry you!"

Before Song Qingshu's face changed, he punched him heavily in the stomach, and immediately when he lowered his head, he punched him on the back of the head again. Song Qingshu has never been in Xi'an for so long studying with old man Xing. He defeated Xing Hongniang once, but this time, he also lost!
"Take you guys back home!"

Gently supporting Song Qingshu, Xing Hongniang immediately shouted to the shadow behind her, and immediately, Song Yongzhong and the others ran out of the darkness in a panic.

Watching the few people disappear into the darkness again, Xing Hongniang's eyes that were as bright as cold stars seemed to be burning for a moment, she turned her head, raised her spears at the sergeants who were staring in a daze, and roared.

"Brothers, there is no time, we can't die at the hands of the commander! Revenge is at hand, anyone who is willing to follow me to kill Hong Chengchou, get on the horse!"

In the dense night, the thin war horses were pulled up again, and immediately there were clanging metal clashes one after another. A moment later, the sleeping officers and soldiers under the city of Nanyang were suddenly shaken by violent earthquake tremors. After waking up in shock, they ran out of the simple shack one by one in astonishment, looking around, what caught their eyes was groups of black armored cavalrymen who appeared from hell in the dark night...

(End of this chapter)