The Soldier of the Ming Dynasty

"Brother Yuanqing, these dog Tartars, they, will they really attack the city?"

On the towering city wall of Shenyang, the wind is cold, and there is a little snow. In the distance, there are many colors of banners and banners, and you can't see the edge at all. In particular, the bright yellow flag in the center is particularly dazzling. It is the flag of Nurhachi, the Lord of the later Jin Dynasty.

At the crenels of the gray city wall, a short and thin boy pulled his snot back into his nostrils. He looked at the tall young man named "brother Yuanqing" with trembling eyes. He did not know whether it was too cold or too frightened in his heart.

Li Yuanqing's eyes narrowed slightly habitually and looked at the Houjin camp not far away. Suddenly, a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "shunzi, it won't be. Shenyang is a city with thick walls and tens of thousands of troops from Ming Dynasty. How can these Tartars attack unless they have wings? "

"Eh? That's good. That's good. By the way, brother Yuanqing, are these dog Tartars really monsters with three heads and six arms? "

The boy, who was called shunzi, was only 15 or 16 years old. He obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

Li Yuanqing slowly smile, just about to open his mouth, but a burst of colic, cough a few, coughing up a few ribbons of blood thick sputum.

Shunzi quickly helped Li Yuanqing's body, "brother Yuanqing, you're not hurt well. Be careful. Let's have a rest. "

Li Yuanqing waved his hand and leaned against the crenels with some difficulty. He looked far away at the Houjin camp, which was scattered in the distance.

In fact, Li Yuanqing is not a person who really belongs to the world, but a soul from 500 years later.

In later generations, Li Yuanqing was a powerful futures merchant who played with medicinal materials in the vast port line of southern China all the year round.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, Li Yuanqing went to the Special Administrative Region from his hometown in the mountainous area of central Shandong. After more than ten years of hard work, Li Yuanqing's career has entered a period of vigorous rise. His marriage with the female doctor of South China Normal University has been formally put on the agenda.

However, after a hangover with several customers, everything changed.

At present, it is March 12, the first year of Tianqi of the Ming Dynasty.

Just after the winter, the old slave Nurhachi couldn't wait to launch the spring offensive against Daming, with nearly 100000 full-time young men, known as 200000 troops.

The first stop is Shenyang City, the heart of Liaoning Province.

Although Li Yuanqing is a grass-roots background at the bottom of the table, his charming fiancee is a high-quality student in the history department. Under the influence of love and love, Li Yuanqing knows more or less about the history of the late Ming Dynasty.

Although it is only superficial, Li Yuanqing has a clear understanding of the overall situation.

The history of later generations has proved that neither Wang Huazhen, the governor of Liaodong, nor yuan Yingtai, had a good response to the spring offensive in the later Jin Dynasty.

The loss of Shenyang City is only in the morning and night.

Originally, Li Yuanqing also wanted to run away from this place of right and wrong. Unfortunately, he was just a soldier at the bottom of the line. Before, he was seriously injured in a fierce fight with others and could not leave even if he wanted to.

In later generations, although in the era of peace, Li Yuanqing's business of eating was more cruel than the real war. If he was a little careless, his life would be light. Along the way, such an example, Li Yuanqing has been around for a long time.

However, as the old saying goes, the greater the danger, the more opportunities.

The reason why later li Yuanqing chose this "head pinned on the belt" business was that he was not willing to be ordinary, nor willing to sell his labor force at a low price. He was confused all his life and could not understand it. Just as Chen Sheng and Wu Guang once called in daze Township, "would you rather have seed?"

The end of Ming Dynasty is a turbulent time, but at the same time, it is also the most important node in the 5000 years of Chinese history.

Even, none of them.

Advance, can lay the foundation for hundreds of years, retreat The history of later generations has proved that the negative influence of the braid Dynasty can not be completely eliminated even in the era when science and technology civilization are so developed.

Although Li Qing wants to take a mouthful of rice, he has to understand what he wants to do first.

It is said that Li Yuanqing was still a wounded soldier at this time. He should not have gone up to the city wall to defend the city. However, with the approaching of the army of the later Jin Dynasty, the whole city of Shenyang was already in a state of panic.

Li Kaixuan, Li Yuanqing's immediate superior and post team officer, could not care about all these things. As long as he was still breathing, he pulled them to the head of the city, claiming that "the city is where the people are, and the city is dead."

How can the little arm twist over the thigh?

Li Yuanqing, who was born at the bottom of the class, naturally has a deep understanding of this, and his ability to adapt to the environment is also far beyond ordinary people.

However, looking at the naked, emaciated soldiers around him, carefully hiding behind the city wall to escape the wind, Li Yuanqing's heart has cooled a lot.However, if you lose, you will gain.

Although Li Yuanqing was injured, he was tall and strong, full of strength and extraordinary martial arts. He was only 20 years old. In this respect, he was much better than Li Yuanqing, who had been "tested" every day.

This is mainly because the former owner of this body was an orphan since he was a child. He was brave and fierce since he was young. He was the biggest eater and chased the chicken and dog for a piece of meat. Fight with people? That's not even a drizzle.

Because of this, his physical condition is far beyond ordinary people.

This is also the most important harvest of Li Yuanqing since his rebirth more than half a month ago.

"It's all his mother's spirit. Tartars rush in, and no one can run away."

At this time, paste team officer, hundred households Li Kaixuan with a few servants, quickly walked over.

Li Yuanqing's soldiers, like a mouse saw a cat, were busy standing up in the cold wind, respectful. Some sick old men, who were looking at him dying, hastened to pay attention to Li Kaixuan even though they could not get up.

Li Kaixuan was very satisfied with the attitude of the people. He looked around arrogantly. His land was divided into three parts.

For him, as Li Yuanqing said to shunzi before, Shenyang City has thick walls, plenty of food and grass, and tens of thousands of troops guarding it. Tartars just want to play in the autumn. The surrounding small villages and small towns are enough to send them "beggars.".

"Enough porridge at noon. When the Tartars are killed, the Lord may reward you with some broth. " Li Kaixuan said and arched his hand in the direction of the city. He didn't know which adult it was.

The "beggars' sect members" in the city were overjoyed. They flattered Li Kaixuan one after another, "thank you, Lord."

"Thank you, Li Tou."

"Don't worry, Li Tou. As long as there is broth to drink, we will certainly work hard."

Looking at the hopeful faces around him, Li Yuanqing slightly mistakenly opened his eyes and took a long breath of turbid gas.

Soon, it condenses into a white smoke in the air and disappears again.

In this era, it has entered the small ice age. The weather is much colder than that of later generations, and it often snows. It is not the healthy heavy snow, but some hail and sleet similar to the disaster nature of later Tibetan areas. During the half month since Li Yuanqing's rebirth, he has been snowing three times in a row.

At this time, Li Yuanqing was still better. He had a tattered cotton padded jacket and a tattered mandarin duck war jacket, which could barely keep out the wind and the cold. However, besides Li Kaixuan and several other servants, Li Yuanqing was not as good as a dog.

Dogs have fur to keep out the cold.

At this time, Li Kaixuan happened to see Li Yuanqing's small action and couldn't help laughing, "Li Er Leng Zi, how's the injury? Dare you kill Tartars? "

Perhaps because of his own family or Li Yuanqing's extraordinary skills, Li Kaixuan did not mean to look up to Li Yuanqing as much as he did to ordinary members of the beggars' sect.

Li Yuanqing was busy with a smile and said, "thank you for your concern. The minor injuries are much better. As long as Tartars dare to come up, the small ones must chop off some Tartars' heads. "

Li Kaixuan didn't expect that Li Yuanqing, who had always been a stubborn donkey, would open his mind and say pleasant words. He couldn't help laughing, "OK. Li Er Leng Zi, as long as you cut off the head of the tartar, I will ask for your help. "

Li Yuanqing was just about to say some flattering words when, opposite the direction of Houjin camp, there was a shocking sound of horse's hooves.

Shenyang City is surrounded by plains, and the cold wind is raging at this time. The "dada" is very melodic. The sound of horse's hooves, like the thunder, is clearly introduced into everyone's ears, and everyone's look has changed significantly.

"He's a grandmother. Do Tartars from dog days really want to attack the city?"

Li Kaixuan's face was somewhat unnatural, but after all, he was the superior. He quickly adjusted himself and said in a loud voice, "the fire oil and the golden juice are boiled, and the stone and rolling wood are all ready to be sharp. Damn it, dog Tartars dare to come to the city and greet me in the dead. "

But he said, but he walked quickly to the stairs not far away. "Work quickly. I'll go over there and have a look. "

Li Kaixuan quickly took his family members down the city wall. He did not know where to go. The city wall moved quickly. Some went to carry the stone rolling wood, some to burn the gold juice. The civilians under the city wall also quickly got busy and moved all kinds of materials to the head of the city.

Li Yuanqing also came to a big pot, put a handful of firewood on the bottom, took out the flint and ignited it carefully.

Gold juice, the name is also nice to hear, but in fact, it is a mixture of all kinds of dung juice, it is extremely smelly.

It tastes even more pungent after it is boiled. If it is poured on people, the consequences can be imagined according to the medical conditions of this era.

Even direct death is not impossible.

"Brother Yuanqing, this gold juice stinks. Let's go over there and carry the logs. "The name of shunzi, Zhang Sanshun, was Li Yuanqing's early neighbor. His eldest brother and second brother died of starvation and died of death. At this time, only his mother and a sister who had not been released from the cabinet had always regarded Li Yuanqing as his elder brother.

Although Li Yuanqing, the predecessor of Li Yuanqing, was brave and ruthless, because he was a neighbor and Zhang Sanshun's Sister Zhang yunniang, he usually took good care of Zhang Sanshun. In many cases, Zhang Sanshun could eat with Li Yuanqing, and he was Li Yuanqing's only younger brother and friend in the world.

At this time, hearing Zhang Sanshun's words, Li Yuanqing shook his head, "shunzi, follow me, don't run around."

Seeing Li Yuanqing's solemnity, Zhang Sanshun did not dare to play a child's temper any more. He pinched his nose and followed Li Yuanqing carefully.

At this time, although the big pot stink, but the fire is burning, it is to disperse the cold wind and snow, bring people thick warmth.

Although Li Yuanqing has no definite plan in mind, he wants to escape, which is for sure.

There is a famous saying of Taizu: "only by preserving ourselves can we better attack the enemy."

At this time, Shenyang City is absolutely unable to defend this state.

"Die before you leave school"?

Li Yuanqing is not a fool. He will never take his own life for those bowls of broth without half a piece of meat.

Although the golden juice stinks, there is a fire here. It is warm. There are local people who carry firewood. Li Yuanqing and shunzi only need to burn firewood. This can save their physical strength and cope with various changes at any time.

Soon, with the deafening sound of the horse's hooves approaching, in the vast land under the city wall, we can see the battle line of the post Jin army.

Under the banners, all of them rode horses. In addition to the so-called "Eight Banners" of the old slaves, the colorful banners and flags fluttered in the wind, just like a circus of acrobatics.

However, Li Yuanqing did not dare to underestimate them. In this era, they were the most powerful, most ferocious and most effective bandit armed group in East Asia.

As the battle formation of the later Jin army was getting closer and closer, there was also a strong beating of drums in the direction of the city.

After a while, there was a strong sound of horse's hooves under the city wall. Li Yuanqing looked back and saw a silver helmeted general with a large number of elite cavalry, who had arrived at the gate of the city.

"Are they going out of town to fight?"

Li Yuanqing couldn't help being quick witted. He had understood for a moment that he couldn't help scolding, "confused. How can you go out at this time? "

But after all, Li Yuanqing is not the commander-in-chief of Shenyang City. What can he say and do at this time?

Can only watch helplessly, the city gate opened, this general with more than a thousand elite cavalry, like arrogant fighters, swarmed out toward the gate.