The night fades as the sky lights up.
"drive!!!"
On the mountain path. Zhao Mancheng led the few remaining soldiers and headed east. Zhao Mancheng raised his head and looked towards the east, not happy but worried.
Its daybreak.
Wu Nianjun's soldiers can go out unscrupulously to hunt them down. Moreover, everyone in the villages and towns in Guangyang Prefecture may be Wu Nian's eyes and ears.
Daytime is far more dangerous than night.
Zhao Mancheng suddenly frowned. In order to escape for his life last night, he didn't have time to treat the wound, and now the wound is in constant pain.
If the wound is not treated, I am afraid that even if he is not killed by Wu Nian, he will die from the wound. Immediately, Zhao Mancheng felt his abdomen tightening again, followed by a burst of cramping pain, but it soon subsided.
hungry.
The hungry person was not only Zhao Mancheng, but also all the soldiers present. All of them had pale faces, chapped lips, and shaky bodies.
"General, look, it's smoke." Suddenly, a soldier pointed to the hilltop on the right and made a surprised sound.
Zhao Mancheng looked up, and sure enough he saw the smoke. He also looked happy and said, "Quick. Go up the mountain."
"yes."
The soldiers responded loudly. They followed Zhao Mancheng along the path up the mountain and arrived at a village. The houses are scattered in the mountains like stars.
Smoke curled up from every household, and the aroma of rice poured into the nostrils of Zhao Mancheng and others, making them suffer from bowel rumbling.
"No one was injured. I went and robbed each family of rice, slaughtered the chickens and dogs and cooked them."
"The injured start tending to their wounds."
"In addition, when the two armies are fighting, each is his own master, and casualties are inevitable. But the people are innocent, so don't hurt them. Anyone who violates the rules will be killed without mercy."
Zhao Mancheng glanced at his soldiers with stern eyes, and his tone was very stern.
"Yes." Every soldier who came into contact with Zhao Mancheng's eyes trembled in heart and responded loudly. But they have no intention of harming the people here.
Zhao Mancheng has strict military discipline. No matter whether at home or in Liaodong, the army is not allowed to disturb the people.
Although the soldiers did not intend to harm anyone, they were covered in blood and their armor was broken, and they were clearly defeated at a glance.
They also snatched rice and slaughtered chickens and dogs like wolves and tigers, which immediately caused panic among the people in the village.
Despite the large number of Janissaries, some villagers fled. The soldiers came back to report Zhao Mancheng, but Zhao Mancheng didn't care much about it.
It will be exposed sooner or later anyway.
He first asked the soldiers to take care of his wounds, and then started to eat.
The slaughtered chickens and dogs were not yet cooked. The villagers' breakfast is ordinary.
Zhao Mancheng first ate some rice and pickles to fill his stomach. While waiting for the chicken and dogs to be cooked, he asked his own soldiers to bring the prominent people in the village to him.
An old man and two strong middle-aged men.
The old man looked at Zhao Mancheng angrily. One of the two middle-aged men bowed his head timidly, and the other stared at Zhao Mancheng.
"You don't have to be afraid or angry. I'll be leaving soon." Zhao Mancheng looked at their expressions thoughtfully, and then waved to a soldier.
The soldier immediately took out a black cotton bag and handed it to Zhao Mancheng. Zhao Mancheng threw the bag on the ground and said, "Sorry to bother you. There is some gold here, which is also my apology."
"But before I leave, I want to ask you a question."
The timid middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he looked down at the bag containing gold, showing greed. Another middle-aged man, the old man, was unmoved and still stared at Zhao Mancheng.
The old man sneered and said, "You don't need to waste any more words. We are all ordinary mountain people and don't know anything about military affairs. Even if we knew, we wouldn't tell you."
"That's right. Even if we know something, we won't tell you." Another middle-aged man said with his head held high.
The soldiers around Zhao Mancheng all showed angry faces. Our general is being polite. What is your attitude?
There were a few soldiers with steel swords half unsheathed, showing murderous intent.
The timid middle-aged man lowered his head and trembled. The other two showed no fear on their faces.
Zhao Mancheng raised his hand and waved towards his own soldiers. Then he looked deeply at the two men and sighed: "I don't want to ask about any military situation. I just want to ask, why do you support Wu Nian so much?"
"This Guangyang Mansion has been ruled by the Meng Yuan people for nearly ten years. Wu Nian has just occupied it. Why do you support him so much?"
When the war first began, the people of Guangyang Prefecture had already begun to support Wu Nian. The Mongols only controlled the cities and roads. This mountain village and the people in the village all support Wu Nian.
When they withdrew their troops, these common people served as Wu Nian's eyes and ears. Wu Nianjun was able to kill all their spies.
Why?
Zhao Mancheng was very confused and wanted to find the answer from these ordinary people.
"Expel the Tartars and regain Liaodong." The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, and then replied without thinking, with a bright look on his eyebrows.
"That's right. Facts have proven that the general can definitely regain Liaodong."
"Although the Meng Yuan people have ruled Guangyang Mansion for ten years, they are relatively tolerant to us. But barbarians are barbarians. The plague of Liaodong, the massacre of the city in the past. How can these blood debts be written off in one go?"
"The general said it. Those who are not of my race must have different intentions. Han and thieves cannot stand together."
"Although these words are rough, they are true and catchy. If you go to any village and ask, all the children will know these words."
"This is not my race, and of course you Goguryeo people are included." The old man sneered and said with his head held high.
Zhao Mancheng's expression changed slightly, he lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then sighed and said: "The Queen Mother covets the land of the Second Liaodong Prefecture and agrees to send troops."
"But even if we really get the land of the Second Mansion, we will only get the land, but not the people."
"Without the support of the people, the land we get is just a flower in the mirror and the moon in the water."
"Sending troops this time was a complete mistake."
"Hans and thieves are not at odds with each other. If they are not of my race, their minds must be different. Good. Very good."
Wu Nian.
It's Wu Nian.
It took Wu Nian nearly ten years to start with 300 elite soldiers and sweep through the four prefectures of Liaodong. There is no year without fighting. There was never a time when he gave up.
They resorted to military violence, but they subsidized the people. I survived hard.
these ten years. How many people have grown up listening to the legend of Wu Nian.
There are also things like drought in Liaodong.
Wu Nian injected spirit and backbone into the Han people in Liaodong. Let the Han people in Liaodong, who were indifferent and scattered during the Mongolian invasion ten years ago, become steel.
If only this spirit and this backbone could always exist. Let alone them and the Meng Yuan people, even in a thousand or ten thousand years.
No one else can even think of ruling the Han people in Liaodong.
unless.
Kill all the Han people in this land.
They were so wrong in sending troops this time.
