Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 437

Grandpa Mao once said that the strength of the working people is infinite!You are right!

In less than a month since he was stationed here, the topography of Guangzong has completely changed. Six earth slopes five meters high and tens of meters long form a bastion, completely wrapping more than 400 meters near the tributaries of the Zhangshui River. Among them, and in front of the fortifications, densely packed trenches were dug.

Jiannu has many horses. Even the Han Chinese who came out to rob with their masters had a bad horse. In less than a day, they chased and killed Guangzong. It's straight up confused.

Although there is no Shanhai Pass here, the city wall of Ningyuan is so tall and strong, but the five-meter-high earth mountain is not short, and he knows exactly how many firearms troops the Qihuo Army has. The price of [-] cannot be beaten.

But Jiannu is short of people!Not to mention the Jurchen Headquarters, even the Eight Banners of Mongolia and the Eight Banners of Han are actually numerous. Dorgon has to weigh whether it is worth paying such a heavy price in order to destroy the army that is teasing him.

"Lord Baylor, we are now in the hinterland of Ming Dynasty, and Daishan Baylor is still here to lead the army to attack Shandong. If our army loses too much, the Guan Ning army, who is standing high and subduing, will still be eyeing the south..."

"Wait for the cannon!"

Before Fan Wencheng finished persuading, Dorgon turned his head and waved his hands impatiently like chasing flies, and immediately choked on the words of the Jiannu Grand Master, his choked face was like a monkey's butt.

Dorgon couldn't stop, he defeated Lu Xiang and raised tens of thousands of horses, and killed the army, he lost less than 4000 people, but at noon, Song Qingshu killed at least 300 of him due to shelling and the massacre on the other side of the river. Among them, more than [-] Jurchens were killed in battle, twice as many as Lu Xiangsheng wiped out.

And in the end, he was played by the other party, mocked in terms of IQ, how did Amin die?In the second year of Chongzhen's entry into the customs, he lost the four cities of Hue and fled back outside the customs. Huang Taiji took the opportunity to call all the Baylors to discuss the crimes against Amin, deprived him of his Zhenghong flag, and confined him in a small room of one or two square meters. Before dispatching troops, he was aggrieved and locked up alive.

If Dorgon doesn't get back his face, Dorgon doubts that he will go back, can Huang Taiji also summon the Baylors to give him a crime?
This Fan Wencheng just wanted to step back angrily, but who knows that his master spoke again, looking angrily at the huge "ant nest" of the beggar army, Dorgon suddenly turned his head away again, his teeth itching at Fan Wen Cheng Heng said: "Don't you Han people pay attention to promises and gold? Mr. Fan, come into the camp and scold that bastard for not being honest!"

Fan Wencheng couldn't help being shocked when he heard this. If the Jurchens couldn't stand up to the other party, they might still treat each other with courtesy. As a Han, he had long been hated by Ming Ting. A few days ago, Lu Xiangsheng killed him with a knife. It was his cousin, and this was a bloody lesson from the past. He even suspected that if he stepped into the Ming camp with his front foot, his back foot would have to be chopped up and fed to the dogs.

However, the master had to listen to what the master said. This time, Fan Wencheng's chubby face, which was eaten outside the customs, was slapped like a winter melon beaten by frost.

Fortunately, after making a round of inspection, Dorgon turned around and went to arrange camping in Guangzong. The greatest advantage of the Han people is that they can be flexible. A civil servant waved with a smile.

"Chengxian! You have been with this old man for a while, and you have never been given a chance to stand alone. No, this opportunity has come. With the gift of Lord Baylor, I will use you as the envoy to go to Mingying to condemn the other party for not saying anything. The crime of honesty! This is a rare opportunity, you have to do things well, and don't fall into the prestige of our Qing Dynasty!"

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Compared with the ice and snow in the mainstream of the Zhanghe River, Guangzong's camp is really much more comfortable. Song Qingshu didn't do anything else these days. I have stockpiled food that I know can last for three months, and more importantly, coal and firewood for more than two months. I have also transported ammunition and supplies from Baiyangdian.

It is absolutely unwise to collect Lu Xiangsheng's body, but Song Qingshu did not let his impulse completely dominate him. From the very beginning, he planned to fight a protracted war with Jiannu.

How can I let these barbarians from outside the customs underestimate me?If Dorgon dared to come, Song Qingshu would dare to teach him how to behave!

Most of the huge amount of soil piled up outside the military camp came from inside the camp. The tents that originally protruded from the ground are now buried in pits, and the tops are poured with water and wood to form a hard ice cover. The cave dwellings I lived in in northern Shaanxi, except for the black spots, were top-notch in terms of heat preservation. There was nothing I could do about it. Jiannu also had cannons, and the underground was always safer than the ground.

But at this time, Song Qingshu's mind was not on the upcoming war, but stood in front of a pit with his brows furrowed, and little girls kept coming out of the tent pit, pouring dirty water full of blood, for a long time Finally, a middle-aged man with a slender face wearing glasses and a melon cap came out of the pit wearily.

"Doctor Chen, how are you?" Song Qingshu immediately greeted him nervously.

"Back to Commander." Wiping the sweat off his head, Doctor Chen shook his head with difficulty: "All the wounds have been bandaged, so it is winter and there is no infection, but this person lost too much blood, and he was the first to infect the patient. Heavy, and he has been in a kind of fatigue and tension for a long time, whether he can survive it depends on his good fortune!"

Hearing the seriousness of Doctor Chen's words, Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing. Now he can only do his best. This trauma will be regarded as a serious injury in later generations, and the medical level of this era has been used to its limit.

At this time, a few sentries hurried in from the outside, and they clasped their fists at Song Qingshu: "Marshal, please see the envoy of Jiannu!"

"Hmph, the inquirer is here!" A sneer immediately changed the emotion he had just said, and Song Qingshu waved his hand gloomyly: "Go back to him!"

In the middle of the bastion formed by the earth hills, there is a narrow exit less than one meter long, which connects to the ditch below. Bao Chengxian, the envoy of slavery, came in through this ditch, but the military camp is a military secret, and it is piled up behind the ditch. Several large piles of firewood completely covered the arrangement inside, and he couldn't see anything when he looked around. Bao Chengxian could only stare at the firewood depressedly.

Beside the pile of firewood, there were quite a few people gathered around, each of them stumbling around, looking lazily at Bao Chengxian's Qing Dynasty official uniform and the top-wearing feathers like a monkey, all of them were sloppy, without any military aura.

There was also a scholar supporting a white-haired old man trembling around behind the firewood stack. The old man glanced at himself, and suddenly stuck his stick in the snow in surprise and anger. Confused, he seemed to have some impressions, but he couldn't recognize who the old man was.

"The handsome man is here!"

Following the loud shout of the messenger, Bao Chengxian immediately looked over haughtily with his chest up and narrowed his eyes. A young man who was not too tall but had a rather refined face came over wearing a set of heavy general armor.

"Are you the commander-in-chief of this group of bright dogs?" Bao Chengxian tapped his big beard, not forgetting Fan Wencheng's instructions to show my Qing Dynasty's imposing manner.

But Song Qingshu didn't have time to speak, the old man was already furious and kicked his stick hard on the ground.

"Bao Chengxian, aren't you from the Ming Dynasty? Your Bao family was favored by the emperor in Liaodong, favored by the emperor, and hereditary as a general in Daning. You and other people who have forgotten their ancestors don't want to serve the country. Don't say that you have taken refuge in Donglu. You are not ashamed to speak out here! How thick are you!"

There was really the momentum of Zhuge Liang scolding Wang Lang to death. He wanted to make trouble at first, but seeing Sun Chengzong was so angry that he almost couldn't hold his breath, Song Qingshu's face quickly darkened, and he sneered and said, "The one who came to the door is actually a traitor! Don't be angry, Master Sun, I was going to entertain him in the future! Come here, cut off both ears of this fellow!"

Bao Chengxian couldn't help trembling when he said the words "Scholar Sun", he just remembered, isn't this the same scholar Sun Chengzong who came out of the town of Liaodong as a cabinet minister back then?He can definitely be regarded as the nemesis of Jiannu. In the second year of Chongzhen, the emperor took down Yuan Chonghuan. When people were disturbed, he stood up to clean up the mess. He led the troops to recover the four cities of Hue, and Amin was so scared that he abandoned the city and fled. How could he will be here

But before Bao Cheng could think about it, the two soldiers knelt down disgustedly holding him, and cut off with two sharp knives one after another. Suddenly, the little traitor let out a scream like killing a pig.

"Your slave chief didn't wipe his neck clean and waited to die, what did he send you here for?"

He let out a bad breath first, and sent old man Sun to the back, hugging his arms, Song Qingshu hummed arrogantly.

I still want to show my Qing Dynasty's aura, but my ears hurt like a piercing heart, and the blood is still dripping down. I am afraid that there will be another part missing, Bao Chengxian hung his head and grinned, grinning.

"My master Baylor ordered the younger one to come over and question, Ruming dog...why did the Ming army not believe what they said, and they turned around and ran away when they promised a decisive battle on the west bank of Zhangshui River?"

"Hahaha!"

As soon as he said this, Song Qingshu laughed out loud, looked down at him jokingly and hummed: "When will my words not count, you go back and look at the map, is the river behind me Zhangshui? I’m already on the west bank of Zhangshui River! Just draw the road here, if your master Shell is not convinced, even if he comes to attack, he won’t even take a step back!”

Pushing his thumb back arrogantly, Song Qingshu said arrogantly, as if to cooperate with him, the soldiers behind moved a piece of firewood away, and suddenly, a large layer of glacial river that could be seen through at a glance came into Bao Chengxian's eyes.

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"No reason!"

What does it mean to humiliate yourself?Looking at Bao Chengxian's two bandaged heads that were still red, and Dorgon's smooth forehead, the veins were tense again, and his eyes were like an eagle seeing a rabbit, full of murderous intent. , with his hands around his waist kept opening and clenching, as if he was about to draw his sword to cut someone at any moment, no matter Fan Wencheng or Bao Chengxian, they were all trembling with fear.

"You still have the face to come back, you have lost all the face of my Qing Dynasty! Why didn't you die in Mingying?"

Bao Chengxian's slick, chubby face was covered with saliva, and his ears were even more painful from the shock. Grinning his teeth, he was afraid that Dorgon would chop him off, so he hurriedly knelt down on the ground sadly, weeping for a while. Zhang Lian explained: "Master Baylor, it's not that you don't have a face like a slave! It's really an important military situation, don't dare to die!"

"Oh? What important military information did you find out?" Dorgon snorted coldly, and Bao Chengxian hurriedly kowtowed again: "That's right! Master, you know who is the commander-in-chief of the Ming army on the opposite side ?"

"Fuck away!"

Serving such a master is really frightening. Seeing Dorgon's gloomy face, Bao Chengxian kowtowed heavily again, and rushed to say without daring to play: "The other supervisor is Grand Scholar Sun Chengzong!"

"It's actually him!"

Regardless of Dorgon or Fan Wencheng, the pupils shrank in an instant, the name of the person, the shadow of the tree, Sun Chengzong led the army to fight against Jiannu for many years, and he ordered the construction of Ningyuan City, where the old slave was killed by a cannonball, Yuan Chonghuan In fact, he continued his strategy. The main opponent in the duel, the enemy of life and death, how could he not let the gang of Jiannu be shocked?
"No wonder, the Yuanlai Dog Emperor has reactivated Sun Chengzong, no wonder the Ming army's actions are so weird!" Fan Wencheng couldn't help but shook his head in a murmur. On the other side, Dorgon cut off with a knife. a table corner.

"Didn't Mangurtai send someone to burn Gaoyang City? They didn't kill this old bastard! Waste!"

"Master Baylor, this is also an opportunity!" Fan Wencheng actually rolled his eyes with a smile when his brows were furrowed just now.

"In the Ming Dynasty, there were only a few who could fight. Hong Chengchou, governor of the five provinces, Sun Chengzong, a scholar, and Lu Xiangsheng, governor of Xuanda. You have already killed Lu Xiangsheng when you sent troops this time. If Sun Chengzong dies in your hands again, go back , the old and young men of the Eight Banners should treat you differently!"

"Besides, the name Sun Chengzong, no matter how many soldiers or even the nation has been lost, as long as he can be eliminated! Instead of blaming him, the emperor has to reward you, and maybe he can add a few new records!"

In fact, Dorgon didn't care about Niu Lu, but the smile of the beautiful woman wearing a Mongolian velvet hat and smiling like a flower to welcome the hero suddenly appeared in Dorgon's mind. After a few minutes, he turned around a few times with his hands behind his back. Under Fan Wencheng's expectant eyes, Dorgon pulled out the bow hanging on the wall.

"Sun Chengzong, will die under the second bow!"

"Master Belle is magnificent!"

Fan Wencheng immediately smiled and patted him with a big flattery.

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Layers of Mongolian yurt-like camps were divided into three sides, enveloping the entire Ming army camp. From time to time, you could hear wild beasts howling in the Jiannu barracks, standing on the bastion and looking out. Song Qingshu couldn't help humming.

"What a trouble!"

"Isn't this what the handsome wants?"

The aspirations eat the meat of the Hulu while hungry, and talk about drinking the blood of the Huns with a smile!This is also Sun Chuanting's lifelong wish, and he couldn't move his eyes away. When he answered Song Qingshu, the scholar's tone also revealed a steaming fighting spirit.

To fight for Huaxia, who else can I have?
(End of this chapter)