"The thieves were beaten away!"
"They ran away!"
"Ha ha!"
The sentry laughed excitedly: "They retreated and went back to the mountain. Hahaha, how arrogant they were when they came and how embarrassed they were when they left."
The people in Baijiapu cheered in unison.
Especially the twenty-four groups of villagers responsible for loading cannonballs laughed loudly.
There is no doubt that they are the ones who made the most contributions in this battle. Others didn't even take action. How can anyone take the credit from them?
Cheng Xu was also happy, laughed a few times, pointed at the dusty hillside and said: "Young men, keep an eye on that hillside. After the rebels retreat, send a few people with quick feet over to watch." Look, if we are sure that the bandit army will not come again, we will organize civilians to pick up those cannonballs."
All he had to do was issue an order for this kind of mess, and he would have the deputy inspector and the archer Xiaoqi watching over it.
As for him, of course he wrote a memorial to report his merits.
Returning to the room, he picked up a pen and paper, and said proudly: "The thieves chief will not stick to the mud, but will hang his head. He will gather 10,000 thieves and attack Baijia Fort. Although I only have a hundred troops, I vow to fight against Chengcheng." If we live together and die together, how can we allow thieves to be unbridled? We organize militia groups and local warriors, cut down trees and build missiles to repel thieves. When he wrote this, the pen in his hand froze.
He heard the word "missile" from Mr. Bai. This word had never been heard before. If he wrote this word in a memorial and submitted it to the court, would the emperor understand it?
The emperor must ask: "What are missiles?"
Then the civil and military officials will definitely look confused, and the emperor will definitely be interested. Maybe an imperial edict will be sent to Chengcheng County: "Send that thing called a missile to Beijing and let me take a look."
If you do this, the matter will become more involved.
When the time comes, it must be made clear where the missile came from, and nothing must be concealed. Then the fact that the missile came from the "ghost village" will be exposed, and Cheng Xu's contribution to "defeating the bandit army" will not be gained at all. He was snatched away by some ghost in the ghost village.
Cheng Xu quickly put the memorial he had just written on the fire, burned it to ashes, and then picked up the pen again. The previous part remained unchanged. When he wrote the sentence about cutting down trees, his words changed: "I lead the troops, rush into the enemy's formation, and use one person to attack the enemy." With his own strength, he killed several fierce bandits in a row and shocked Huanglong Mountain. The courage of the bandits was captured by me. Although ten thousand people did not dare to become enemies of me, they had no choice but to flee in confusion. I worked tirelessly and chased the bandits for more than thirty miles under the stars at night. Fearing that they would be ambushed by the bandits, they had no choice but to withdraw their troops.
After I finished writing it, I read it again. I was very satisfied and couldn’t help laughing.
I have achieved such great success, can the stinky civil servants be able to defeat me?
Ha ha ha ha!
"Baijiabao won again."
Riding a fast horse, they rushed into Gaojia Village. The Baijia servants on the horse started to shout excitedly even though they were far away: "Thank you for the Xianjia missile gifted by Tianzun, Baijiapu has won again."
After hearing this, the villagers in Gaojia Village laughed happily again.
The air above the village echoed with joy.
Mrs. Bai and Mr. Bai climbed onto the turret and saluted to the sky.
The servant ran up to the tower and reported the detailed battle situation to Mrs. Bai and Mr. Bai. Thirty-two, Gao Yiye and others also came to listen together.
Li Daoxuan outside the box ordered a Leshan Bobo Chicken for 29 yuan today. While eating various chicken offal skewers, he also pricked up one ear to listen to the news in the box.
When the servants talked about the power of Xianjia's missiles, they were all excited and jealous. They boasted about the power of Xianjia's missiles. They killed more than fifty thieves with one cannon and knocked down a mountain with one cannon. , Li Daoxuan, who was outside the box, laughed so much that he almost knocked Bobo Chicken to the ground.
It's just a plastic toy cannon, it's weird that it can knock down mountains. No matter how much Huanglong Mountain shrinks, it cannot be blown over by a mere plastic cannonball, no matter what his nonsense.
In fact, let alone Huanglong Mountain, in reality, a small stone cannot be shaken by a plastic cannonball. When encountering a solid city in the future, the plastic missile will not be of much use.
After the servant finished playing, he saluted to the sky: "My master said that the bandits were beaten to pieces this time, and they probably don't dare to attack Baijiapu again. After making some arrangements, he will come to Gaojia Village. Thank you to God."
Li Dao
After hearing the servant's statement, Mr. Bai couldn't help but feel proud: "Haha, since it was the Xianjia missile that repelled the thieves, then I made a big contribution in this battle, right? If I make a contribution, I should be rewarded. Mother, I Can you buy the talking bird you talked about last time for me this time?”
Mrs. Bai gave him a big showdown with a bang: "What's the point of losing one's ambition by playing with things? Now is the time for you to study hard! Don't think that just because you have achieved meritorious service, you can buy that crappy bird."
Mr. Bai covered his face and was speechless.
Mrs. Bai added: "Let's do this. I will give you a set of "Tai Chi Tong Shu", "Xi Ming", "Zheng Meng", "Family Rites" and "The Four Books of Huangji Jing" as a reward for your mother. What do you think?"
Mr. Bai fell to the ground with a "pop" and could not get up.
After hearing the titles of these books, Li Daoxuan had no idea what they were about. Looking at Mr. Bai's expression, it seemed that they were not good things. He felt as if he had been given a set of tutoring textbooks to a child. Hey, he sympathized with Mr. Bai. Come on, poor kid.
This fuss reminded him: Recently, his perspective has been focused on the war. He is worried every day whether his villain will die in the battle, but he has forgotten to pay attention to his villain's study status. Tsk tsk, this is something that must be paid attention to. Yes.
If you don't study hard, master new knowledge, and awaken to new ideas, you will never be able to break the old system and move towards a new life.
Just like the peasant uprisings in the late Ming Dynasty such as Wang Er, Bu Zhanni, Zuo Guazi, Li Zicheng, and Zhang Xianzhong, they had no guiding ideology. The fact that they took up arms to fight against the landlord class cannot be considered a "revolution." It can only be regarded as "seizing power." After successfully seizing power, although they changed the country's name and seemed to have established a new country, they could only adopt the old system.
They just kill all the current landlords, then turn the peasants into landlords, and then enslave the next batch of peasants. In the end, nothing can be changed.
To change this cycle, new ideas must be injected.
Li Daoxuan let out a long sigh, turned his attention away from them, and turned to "Xuejing". A group of children were reciting the surnames of hundreds of families in front of Mr. Wang: "Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, King Zheng." ....."
Should we start with these children? How many years will that take?
Just as he was thinking of this, he saw a young man in tattered clothes and looking very poor, walking up to Wang Xiucai: "Mr. Wang, I heard that you are looking for me?"
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