The panting scout ran back without caring about his horsepower and bowed to Zhang Zhiji: "Master Qi, the rebels are already five miles away."

Zhang Zhiji's spirit had recovered a little at this time. After all, he was still young, and even though he had forced marching in the middle of the night, he still did not collapse.

Hearing the scout's reward, Zhang Zhiji cheered up and ordered: "Fuck it up, prepare it for me. Today, let these bastards know what queuing up and shooting!"

The deputy general, Zhang Ziming, who is also a son of his family, smiled and said, "I said to Master, don't always follow His Majesty to listen to some new terms and show off in front of the brothers. We are all rough people, but they are not good enough, so I can't understand."

Zhang Zhiji's face turned dark, and he kicked Zhang Ziming and said, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and let's teach them how to be a good person today!"

Zhang Ziming was kicked in the butt, but he didn't care at all. He didn't even care about the laughter of the soldiers on both sides. He just followed Zhang Zhiji's order to organize the team and prepare to face the enemy.

The veterans of the 10,000 Beijing camp are actually very relaxed.

If it weren't forcing a night of force, these veterans even felt that there was no need to line up. Just a charge could eliminate all the rebels on the opposite side. No matter how strong the rebels who threw away their hoes and picked up swords and guns, could they be stronger than Lin Danhan? Then what was the biggest joke of the Chongzhen Dynasty!

Of course, as the saying goes, the lion fights with all his strength. Although these veterans are a little arrogant, they always feel that I am the best in the world. No one can do anything but the emperor. But everyone's chests still need to be prepared.

How far is the distance between Wuli? In fact, if you stand a little higher, you can see the heads opposite you from afar.

Just looking at the rebels who were beginning to emerge from the opposite side, Li Xin, who had been following Zhang Zhiji, said sadly: "It's all the hardships, these people are still the ones."

Zhang Zhijipo felt speechless.

Although Li Xin's words were a bit fucked, I have to admit that these people were still a group of hungry people half a month ago, and they only knew how to eat from the soil.

According to the emperor, these people were the elders and fellow villagers whom the Ming Dynasty officials wanted to protect.

But what is it for? But in just over a dozen days, the originally docile people have now become human-eating wolves, and they are fighting against fellow countrymen who are also unable to eat enough. What is it for?

Zhang Zhiji actually knew in his heart that he couldn't survive anymore.

When a person cannot survive, what else can't be done to survive?

So what exactly makes these ordinary people unable to survive?

The answer is also very simple.

Zhang Zhiji is not a fool, although he has always told himself that as a nobleman of the Ming Dynasty, he is loyal to the emperor and the Ming Dynasty, even if he is stained with blood, he will do whatever he wants.

But after all, I heard from His Majesty that I am greedy.

Corrupt officials and those greedy businessmen are all borers lying on the Ming Dynasty to suck blood. It is these people who have forced these people to have no way to survive and eventually have to rise up and even if the emperor has already provided great relief, it is the best proof.

After being cheered up, Zhang Zhiji glanced at Li Xin and said lightly: "Fortunately, you didn't say anything about the fun of the people. The marquis came to tell you that killing officials is a rebellion, you know that. So the person on the other side can no longer be considered a commoner, but can only be considered a rebel."

Li Xin stubbornly said: "I dare to ask the marquis, is the so-called rebels changed? How did the people become rebels?"

When Zhang Zhiji heard this, he became even more annoyed in his heart, and he spat with resentment and said, "If you ask the dead Baishui County Magistrate and several other county magistrates, you must not ask me about this."

After saying that, he looked at Li Xin meaningfully: "If you can become an official in the court one day, I hope you can remember what you asked today, how the people became rebels."

After a pause, Zhang Zhiji continued, "Okay, stop talking nonsense. This marquis is a nobleman, a military minister of Xuanli, not those bullshit civil servants. Fighting war is my marquis' business. As for the rest, it has nothing to do with this marquis. Don't ask, this marquis is too lazy to think about it."

Li Xin, who was choked back by Zhang Zhiji's words, became speechless.

Zhang Zhiji was right. He was really thinking too much. These were not what he should have thought about now.

After adjusting his thoughts, Li Xin continued, "I don't know how the Marquis plans to attack the rebels on the opposite side?"

Zhang Zhiji sneered: "How to fight? What military formation does a group of rebels who have just picked up swords and guns need to talk about? What strategy do you want to talk about? The ten thousand cavalry behind me will tell them what war is, which will make them feel scared when they think about it!"

Li Xin was speechless. Thinking about it, it was impossible for a group of rebels who had just put down their hoes to beat the 10,000 veterans.

Just as Zhang Zhiji was talking to Li Xin, Wang Er's team also saw Zhang Zhiji's team from afar.

Even Wang Laoliu, or Wang Mingyu, has read some books, no matter how well these rebels are considered to be a knowledgeable military affairs, it is still a good woman who can't help but find a dozen horses from Baishui to Pucheng. It is not enough to just treat these wise men as riders. Where can I go to do something like the soldiers of the guards?

Of course, it cannot be said that there are no scouts.

Even if Wang Laoliu is stupid, he has read it in the book. The army is dispatched to send a scout to reconnaissance.

But this scout is indeed not very professional: "Report to King Ji, report to all generals, there is a large army of imperial court in front of us to block our army's way."

Upon hearing this, Wang Mingyu shook the folding fan in his hand and asked, "How many people are there in front?"

The scout made up his fingers and didn't figure out much, so he had to bow and say, "Report to the general, there are probably tens of thousands of people, and it looks boundless and has a lot of them."

Wang Mingyu's face was suffocated, and he wanted to beat and scold him but couldn't speak.

Oh my mother! I also know that there are many people without any edge, but how many are there? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Or one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand?

Wang Mingyu felt this feeling of powerlessness for the first time. Damn, amateur things are just not good, they are unreliable.

But this is the case, and no matter how you find a way to remedy it, it is too late. Wang Mingyu had to urge his horse to move forward, intending to see how many people there were in the imperial army ahead.

In fact, Wang Mingyu was also very confident at this time. After all, these rebels followed him and others to raise troops from a small village outside Baishui County, then conquered Baishui County, and then to Pucheng. How could they be considered a battle-making army?

As for the opposite side, I think which garrison soldiers were overestimating their abilities to stop them. They waved their troops up and the soldiers in the opposite garrison collapsed immediately?

It was only when Wang Mingyu saw Zhang Zhiji's team that he took a breath and thought to himself that today was going to be bad.

All the soldiers in the guards were dressed in battle jackets, holding muskets, and steel knives hung around their waists. They didn't look like the dough melons they encountered in Baishui and Pucheng.

What made Wang Mingyu even more frightened was the silence of the army opposite.

Not only were people silent, but even the war horses behind them were not neighing, as if they were all iron men cast out of iron, standing solemnly with expressionless faces.

It was precisely this silence that made Wang Mingyu feel more and more confident. For the first time, he began to reflect on whether the path of rebellion was right.

It was not only Wang Mingyu who was reflecting on it, but Wang Er had also come to Wang Mingyu at this time.

Wang Er, who was also breathless by the silent pressure of Zhang Zhijima's army, straightened his collar and asked Wang Mingyu: "How is it, what can Lao Liu see?"

Wang Mingyu smiled bitterly and said to Wang Er: "I can't see. These people don't look like the soldiers of the guards we have met before, and they are much more elite than them."

Wang Er thought to himself that this is not a damn nonsense. I can see that the person opposite is elite, not like those dough melons. But is this what I asked about?

But at this moment, Wang Er was also unconfidant. All he needed was a person who could help him cheer him up, so he asked patiently: "Can you beat him?"

Wang Mingyu nodded, watched carefully for a long time before speaking, "I guess I can't beat it. When the fight starts in a while, my brothers should be more careful. We all have horses, and even if we run, we can run faster. As long as we get closer to Chengcheng, we will hike into the mountains and change our clothes, and we will still have a comeback in the future."

Wang Er also nodded, but was planning other things in his heart, and said to Wang Mingyu: "Lao Liu, you have the final say in these battle situations. Brother will follow your command. If you ask your brother to rush, brother will rush. We brothers will work together to cut off gold."

After returning to the original formation, Wang Er asked Wang Mingyu to arrange the striker and prepare to rush forward to see if he could beat him.

But before Wang Mingyu had been waiting for the vanguard army to be dispatched, the imperial army opposite ran over first.

Wang Mingyu looked at the knight running over, but was shocked.

Wang Mingyu knew the dress of the person who came, or in other words, there was no one in the Ming Dynasty who didn't know the Jinyiwei's tikka who could stop the night hoof of a child!

The visitor ran to an area of ​​about an arrow from Wang Er's army, and suddenly strangled the reins of the horse.

The war horse was in pain and couldn't help but stand up. The two front hooves kicked in the air for a few times before landing heavily on the spot.

The person who came was the Jinyiwei General Banner who had been following Zhang Zhiji.

A pair of eyes without any emotion and eroticism swept across Wang Er's team from left to right, making the people in Wang Er's army frightened.

When Wang Er and others were a little impatient, the Jinyiwei General Banner said, "Who is the leader on the opposite side? Come out and answer!"

Wang Er didn't think about it, so he activated the war horse on his hips, slowly left the formation, and stood not far from the Jinyiwei General Banner.

The Jinyiwei General Banner saw Wang Er and smiled and said, "Are you Wang Er?"

Wang Er snorted coldly and said, "No, it's me."

When he heard Wang Er claiming to be my son, the Jinyiwei General Banner flashed a cold light, but he continued to smile and said, "I'll listen. Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty had his own will and ordered you to put down your swords and guns and surrender. Except for the first offender and the leaders of all levels, the rest of the people pardoned his crime of treason and instead sent him to serve under His Highness the King of Tang to find a country overseas and not be allowed to enter the territory of the Ming Dynasty for his lifetime."

When Wang Er heard the words of the General Banner of the Jinyiwei, he was almost the same as he had originally imagined, but this prisoner and the leader at all levels? Then what he said was that I was not among the pardons?

This is not right. What I discussed with Lao Liu is not like this. Didn’t it be that I would lead the army to recruit people and then go overseas?

But there is nothing wrong with this, right? Is it worth it to be able to survive by having a bad life?

Wang Er was thinking in his heart, so he turned around and looked at everyone behind him.

Wang Mingyu's heart was thwarted, and he hurriedly came to Wang Er's side, whispering: "Brother, look back at the eyes of those people."

Wang Er was puzzled, but he turned around and looked carefully at the people behind him.

This look didn't matter, but it made Wang Er feel cold.

Except for leaders at all levels and their own brothers, almost none of the people behind them hold their swords and guns tightly. Instead, they all carry expectations, eager expectations, or inspiring eyes?

Wang Er himself has never read any books and does not know how to describe the eyes of these people, but Wang Er himself does not think he is a fool. In the eyes of these people, it is clearly waiting for his order to surrender!

Damn, it's easy for me to order surrender, but that's equivalent to sending me to die by myself!

Wang Er didn't want to attract anything at this time. Wang Er, who was quite discouraged, suddenly felt rebellious and had to make me sacrifice myself for others. He forgot when he was so hungry that he was about to die of hunger, who took you to raise your flag and kill officials and give food to make you survive?

Now they are thinking about themselves one by one, but who has thought about me again?

Wang Er, who became more and more angry the more he thought about it, whispered to Wang Mingyu: "Lao Liu, what should I do?"

Wang Mingyu also whispered: "Brother definitely doesn't want to die here just like that?"

Wang Er suddenly said a little discouragedly: "What if you don't want to do it? Look at these people, who else has the fighting spirit? I'm afraid that as soon as the official army arrives, these people will take the heads of your brothers to ask for rewards?"

Wang Mingyu glanced at her eyes and whispered: "Brother, don't panic, let's go back to our formation first, and then look at my younger brother."

After saying that, he and Wang Er urged the war horse to return to the formation.

After the formation, Wang Mingyu was like Zhuge Zhiliang, shook his folding fan in his hand and said, "When did the cannibal factory guards be so kind? When is we about to starve to death, why don't you see Your descendant to save me?

Now that we have rebelled, we are all guilty of killing the Nine Clans. Will Your Majesty let me go so kindly?
Chapter completed!