Han’s Son is Not a Slave

Chapter 739: Shadow Soldier's Passage

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Jiangnan in September is as changeable as Huangmeitian.

In the dark night sky, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and a torrential rain poured down.

The torrential rain covered everything, except for the thunder that exploded all over the mountains and plains, it was the sound of "crashing".

The sky and the earth were shrouded in darkness and thunder and lightning, the four fields were vast, and the five fingers could not be seen. The torrential rain caused the temperature in the mountains to drop rapidly, making it extremely chilly.

There are not many people on the mountain, and a few lonely houses are blown by the storm, looking weak and weak, it seems that they will be blown down by the strong wind at any time.

A family of four lives in a house. The elder sister huddled under the bed with her brother who was scared to cry by the thunder. The mother did not care to comfort her children not to be afraid, but hurriedly took a bucket to catch the water leaking from the roof, otherwise it would not take long for the house to be full of tides.

The man was not idle. After putting a bamboo ladder on the beam, he climbed up carefully, holding a bundle of dry straw that was used for the fire at home. The wind and rain outside were so strong that the man had no way to go out, so he could only repair it inside the house, and it would only take a night.

After a while of work, the three holes in the roof were finally blocked with straw. The man climbed down the ladder with a sigh of relief, while the woman wiped her husband's wet body with a towel and complained why he didn't ask someone to repair the house. a bit.

The man smiled, but he didn't hear his wife's complaint. After drying his face, he went to the bed and took a closer look. Seeing that he was not dampened by the rain, he couldn't help but feel relieved, squeezed his son's cheek, and told him Don't be afraid, it's just thunder outside, not Ma Lao who is here to eat children. (Author's note: Ma Lao, a kind of ghost that eats children in the water in folklore)

"It's raining a lot, and it looks like it's going to rain until tomorrow. When the weather is clear, I'll go down the mountain to the town and ask someone to do it." The man walked over to his wife and said softly.

The woman nodded, but asked worriedly, "How much will it cost?"

"It doesn't cost much money. I will repair it myself. It saves a lot of money, mainly for materials. No matter how cheap it is, it will cost dozens of dollars."

The man was talking when a gust of wind suddenly blew open the closed window, and the rain suddenly hit the house. The man hurried forward to close the window, but when he reached out, he was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

The woman was surprised. She looked outside, but it was pitch black and nothing.

The man didn't speak, but remained stunned.

The woman was a little frightened. Could it be that her husband was a ghost?

When I was panicking, the dark night sky was another flash of lightning. At the moment when the electric light flashed, the woman was also stunned there.

She saw that there were actually many people walking on the trail leading to Gaochun County at the foot of the mountain.

"The Yin Soldier's aisle!"

The woman's face was so terrified that there was no blood at all. When she was a child, she heard the old man say that there was an army fighting under the mountain before, and many people died. Later, on windy and rainy days, people on the mountain would see an army passage under the mountain. The old people said it was the ghosts of dead soldiers marching, but they didn't know they were dead, they were still fighting.

The woman was terrified, she felt cold hands and feet, and her whole body was about to collapse. The man turned his head sharply, made a gesture of not shouting, and then whispered: "It's not a ghost soldier, it's a living person!"

The husband's words gave the woman a little courage, and she dared to lean to her husband's side to look out.

The husband and wife breathed like this, looking straight into the distance. When the lightning flashed from the sky again, the husband and wife saw the scene they just saw - countless soldiers, you chased me, and headed east from the path at the foot of the mountain!

"It's not a ghost soldier, it's a living person, listen, they're singing."

The man was quite sure that it was not some shadowy soldier that was marching down the mountain, but an army of living men, because he heard the singing.

The woman pricked her ears to listen, and sure enough, there was a faint singing coming from the foot of the mountain.

"What did you sing?" The woman couldn't listen carefully.

The man did not speak, but listened quietly. For a moment, his mouth opened slightly, and he said uncertainly: "It seems that something is moving forward, our team is facing the sun or something?"

"It's raining so hard, why are they still on their way? Are they soldiers of the Qing Dynasty?"

A woman is no longer afraid. Fear of ghosts does not mean that she is timid, because a woman who can live on this low mountain is not timid.

The man shook his head. He only knew that it was an army of living people, but he didn't know what kind of army it was.

"Go to sleep, don't look at it, what's so good about the army passing by."

When the woman regained her composure, she felt that there was nothing to fear and nothing to be surprised by. The man wanted to watch for a while, but couldn't hold back his wife, so he had to close the window and go to bed to tease his two children, but it was always strange in his heart, and he didn't understand why the army at the foot of the mountain was marching in this wind and rain, can't they wait for the rain to stop Are you going again?

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The mountain road is slippery and rugged, and you will fall down if you step in the air. Although this area is only hills and low mountains, even if you fall, you will not fall to death. But it was a dark night, and it was a violent storm. It was hard enough to fall down, and it was even more impossible to climb up. Therefore, no one dared to be careless. All the Anjun envoys and officers were scattered among the ranks. They tied the weak soldiers to their bodies with ropes, and pulled them forward with their last strength.

They have been marching in a hurry for six days. During these six days, the Taiping Army marching east maintained a marching speed of 80 miles per day. Every moment, everyone was moving fast, and no one could move slowly. Most people's physical strength has been exhausted to the limit. In this rainy night, if they fall down, maybe they will never get up again.

Live and die together!

Zhou Shixiang was also in this team. As the commander, he did not stay behind, did not ride a horse, and did not let anyone help him. Instead, he always advanced and retreated with his subordinates.

When you are thirsty, you open your mouth to drink the rainwater; when you are hungry, you grab a handful of raw rice on your back, and run with the rainwater while chewing.

Going east was a decision to break the axe and sink the boat!

Zhou Shixiang was betting that the Qing army in Nanjing could never have imagined that the Taiping army would advance to Nanjing at such a fast speed.

If the bet is won, the Southeast will be discolored.

The wind howled~www.readwn.com~ thunder and lightning, no one would have imagined that such an army was moving rapidly towards Nanjing on this night.

After another thunderstorm, Zhou Shixiang raised his voice and sang the loudest song of this era in the face of the storm:

"Forward, forward, forward!

Our procession to the sun,

Stepping on the land of China,

Carrying the hope of the nation,

We are an invincible force.

We are the sons of the Han family, and we are the swords of revenge.

from fearless,

never give in,

fight bravely,