Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 707 Wushan
The war was dragged to his favorite stage of the war of attrition, and in the eyes of the world, it was decided that the war in the south of the Yangtze River would be dragged to the spring of the 21st year of Chongzhen.

However, this delay has indeed made a big difference to the situation of the war. During this painful six months, Wu Sangui's army died of illness and fled, adding up to more than 5 people. , Chu Town, Han Eight Banners, and the morale of the Mongolian cavalry army plummeted. More importantly, Huguang, which supported the war, was completely dragged down.

In January, an unprecedented riot broke out at the Tianmen Tu Nitrate Mine, because a mine had just collapsed and killed more than 100 miners. Continue to mine, this is simply death.

The Tianmen miners, who could no longer bear it, smashed the overseer to death with a pickaxe, and immediately hundreds of people fled. Unexpectedly, with such a leader, the hundreds of thousands of miners who had suffered from tyranny for a long time followed suit. When he got up, thousands of soldiers and officers who were monitored by the Wu army under the mountain were washed away like a flood, and they escaped.

This is not over yet, within a few days, a riot also broke out in the sulfur mine in Jingmen, although this time a bit prepared, the rioting miners were suppressed, but tens of thousands of people were killed or injured in the riot, as if sitting on a powder keg Surveillance troops did not dare to oppress the miners too much, and Jingmen's sulfur production also stagnated.

The gunpowder that Wu Sangui bought with his life didn't sink Song Qingshu's boats on the frontline battlefield, but he made himself angry and resentful.

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Huguang, Padang, Wushan City.

In the later generations, this place was a tourist attraction, and every year it could earn hundreds of millions of dollars by relying on tickets and souvenirs, but now, it is really a small county that cannot be poorer, located in the steep Wushan Mountain, The road is cut off from the outside world, and the thousands of people in the entire county can only rely on the barren mountain fields of several thousand acres nearby to live. As for trade, it all depends on the mountain people to transport some mountain goods with oxen, horses and mules.

It is such an inconspicuous place that has become the last home of the Shaanxi Peasant Army who has been in China for 18 years, and even once captured the capital, wiped out Daming, and established the name Dashun.

It’s really good fortune to say that, when reading about Li Zicheng’s death in Jiugong Mountain in history, people often have an image of a reckless hero among thousands of troops at the end of the road, but the fact is that Li Chuangwang at that time was not at the end of his life A main force of about [-] was brought out from Shaanxi, and in addition to running Xiangyang and other places for more than a year, there were still more than [-] troops in Xiangyang, Chengtian, De'an, and Jingzhou. Relying on these main forces, Li Zicheng once wanted to attack Yingtian. Take the lead in seizing the fertile soil in the south of the Yangtze River to resist the establishment of slaves.

Even after a series of setbacks such as Xinyang and Jiujiang, Li Zicheng has less than [-] soldiers and horses, and he can still become a potential stock to compete for the world.

However, in Jiugong Mountain, Tongshan County, Li Zicheng, who is used to being the leader of the army, personally took his adopted son Zhang Nai and dozens of guards to scout out of the camp. Cheng Jiubo, the landlord, led more than 900 mountain people to besiege these people as robbers who plundered, and dispersed the guards. Hit the head, and beat him to death in this poor ravine.

It's really called Ba Ye died before he was born, and he couldn't be more aggrieved to die.After Li Zicheng's death, the Dashun Army, which was originally formed by kneading various battalions, once again became disorganized. The battle was defeated, and finally fled to the mountains of Padang, relying on Wushan and the natural dangers of the Yangtze River to survive.

Historically, after the defeat of Zhang Xianzhong, part of the army of the Daxi regime, led by Bai Wenxuan, also fled here, engaged in farming and training, and persisted in resisting the Qing Dynasty. Thirteen.

But at this time, Zhang Xianzhong was still alive and kicking in the area of ​​Sichuan and Yunnan, fighting with Yue, the slave leader, and now only the Dashun army's family was defeated, and their strength was a little weaker.

But on this day, an uninvited guest stepped into the gate of this long-quiet peasant army.

More than a dozen peasant troops were leaning on the low Wushan city wall and taking a nap. Suddenly, the crisp sound of horseshoes sounded from the thousand-year-old Qingshi ancient road in the small county town. Immediately jumped up nervously, and looked down with bows and arrows in hand, but the scene below made them feel astonished. A dozen black and thin people were wearing heavy black cloaks, leading more than 20 horses with saddlebags. The horses were parked in front of the county seat against the light rain.

If it weren't for the crisp sound of horseshoes and the sudden ringing of horse bells, the peasant army on the top of the city would not even know how they appeared.

Full of vigilance, the guard shouted in a strange voice.

"Where did the guests come from, and they burn incense from five clouds and eight tigers?"

This is a slang word among the peasants and the army, which means where the hell did you come from, and what are you doing here?
Listen, the leader couldn't help showing a sneer on the tough face of the black and thin black cloak, and said with a gloomy grunt: "It's the old man who eats the money, come from the place where the sun rises, and it's burnt white." The incense for the Wan Da Buddha, I heard that there are many leaks in the local area, so I came here to pay homage to the ladle handle!"

The sentinel's head was in a daze after listening to this nonsense, the water thief from the south of the Yangtze River, the head of the family surnamed Song, came to pay respects to the pier?Where is such a number one person?
But the signal was right, so it couldn't be shot down with a few arrows, shouted and waited, and the little guy ran back in a hurry.

Wushan County is Wang Guangxing's defense area, and he can be regarded as a well-known figure in the camp. He sits in Wushan County, the bridgehead for the remnants of the Dashun Army to communicate with the outside world. Shunjun's news is too closed, and now their information is still on the Qing army's southward march, breaking Yingtian's situation, because at that time, they also cut off contact with Nanming.

"A water thief from the south of the Yangtze River? His surname is Song? I heard that the king of Minglu was carrying the flag in Taizhou to fight against Jiannu. Could it be that they sent him to make contact?"

The old wrinkled face was flattened into a creamy eggplant by Fengshuang's urging, and he pulled his beard for a long time before Wang Guangxing grinned and waved his hand impatiently.

"They're all fighting Tartars, so let's welcome them in, treat them with delicious food and drinks, and then send them away with some money!"

Now that the Dashun Army is sitting on a poor mountain, they really don't have the energy to go out and join the Nanming forces in the south of the Yangtze River. The Dashun Army is no longer willing to be used by others. With a wave of their hands, Wang Guangxing doesn't intend to pay more attention. I bowed my head again and began to worry about this year's spring plowing.

But before the sentry ran out the door excitedly, the old wooden table behind him suddenly slammed. Turning around in shock, he saw Wang Guangxing slapping the table excitedly and jumping up.

"Bai Giwan is still a water thief, a Song idiot! Song God of Wealth!"

"Invite people in right away, and then notify Shanli, forget it, let Lao Luo take care of the reception, I will go to the mountain in person, don't be a bitch!"

Song Qingshu's reputation on the Green Forest Road is really good, because the arrival of his envoys, the whole Bashan Wushan was shaken, and the camp leaders from all the hilltops gathered towards the main peak, Xingshan.

"Brother, offended!"

Along the way, he entered the mountain blindfolded. After walking for more than half a day, he took off the blindfold when he reached the top of the mountain. Song Yongzhong, who was used to the light and darkness, showed a little disdain when he heard a confession from behind. Whether it will be useful to him as the commander of the forward army, the courage of the remnant of the Dashun Army alone is no different from that of bandits, and it is worse than before.

But this place is dangerous enough, a big stockade hidden in the clouds, without even a gate, if you change someone, you don't know where to come from, although a lot of wooden houses that look like Miao stilted houses look extremely dilapidated and shabby, However, there is a kind of solemnity in the ethereal Qifeng.

In particular, there are hundreds of soldiers practicing, waving knives and wielding sticks, carrying a mighty and domineering force that no new recruits can possess. It seems that the Dashun Army is still a bit old-fashioned.

"Brother, this side please!"

Before Song Yongzhong could take a second look, the Dashun Army minions who led him into the mountain had already led the way, straightened their collars, and brought two soldiers of the frontline army. Song Yongzhong followed in calmly, reaching the maximum in that hall.

Storytelling is popular these days, and "Water Margin" is familiar to everyone. This hall is like the Juyi Hall of Liangshan in Shuibo. A plaque of loyalty and righteousness hangs high above the hall, and there are hundreds of chairs on both sides. However, the main hall is full of people. There were four tiger-skin golden chairs, and now the hall was crowded with people, only these four chairs were empty, and Song Yongzhong kept it in his heart.

As soon as he entered the door, the small leaders of the Peasant Army appeared on both sides, and the generals and heroes had already turned their eyes to look at him and began to discuss. However, apart from looking at the four chairs, Song Yongzhong seemed to turn a blind eye to these people, and went straight to him. In the center of the hall, there is a big burning brazier, and three glasses of wine are placed in the middle of the brazier.

Without blinking his eyes, Song Yongzhong reached into the brazier one after another, picked up the wine in the basin, and drank it with his head raised. Seeing him drink up three big cups, many peasant soldiers beside him immediately applauded loudly for his arrogance.

At this time, aggressive footsteps finally came from the corridor, and four burly men in heavy armor walked in one after another, but before Song Yongzhong came forward to meet him, a rude word came first.

"Heh, it's so strange today, our cottage has a grandson of Eagle Claw!"

(End of this chapter)