There is no moon to be seen tonight.
Is it the so-called dark moon and high wind that kills people?
On the way to the urgent march, Su Yonglin thought in a funny way.
Thinking like this, Su Yonglin couldn't help but think of the time when he was young and living the life of a young master more than ten years ago.
At that time, every beautiful night, my grandfather Su Dingguang would take his family to admire the moon in the yard.
There are tables and chairs in the yard, as well as tea and various refreshments, and servants are waiting on them. The family only needs to sit on the chairs and enjoy the moon happily, talk about poetry and songs, and live the life they long for.
Thinking about it now, Su Yonglin really wanted to live like that for the rest of his life at that time.
He wanted to live a prosperous life, marry a well-educated lady, take a few concubines, enjoy all the glory and wealth in the world, and die peacefully before the collapse of the Southern Song Dynasty.
It's just that he overestimated his shamelessness.
After seeing the suffering in the world, he could no longer look directly at his own privileged life.
He just felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, like there was a lump in his throat. He was in great mental pain and had insomnia for a long time.
But now, he gave up his luxurious life and devoted all his wealth to the cause of rebellion. He ran against powerful enemies at starry night, enduring physical fatigue but feeling extremely satisfied mentally.
He felt that he was doing something truly worthwhile.
He feels that everything he does is very meaningful and will make the world a better place.
Taking a deep breath, Su Yonglin quickened the pace of action.
However, God was not kind to us, and in the middle of the march, it started to rain lightly.
The rain was not heavy, just a gentle spring rain that moistened everything, but this rain brought some problems to the march.
The road was slippery and difficult to walk on, making the already difficult night march even more difficult.
But Su Yonglin did not waver at all. Faced with the situation where people kept falling down, he insisted on continuing to act.
"Rain is indeed troublesome for us, but it is also the best cover for night attacks! We must not give up halfway and keep moving forward!"
At the command, Su Yonglin sped up and ran, leading by example.
So the whole team continued to move forward with him, and no one was left behind from the beginning to the end.
There were 400 soldiers in the Meng'an camp set up by the Jin people in Changren Town. The leader of the town defense force, Qianhu Guan Siwa, accompanied the defense envoy An Zhen to Zhaojiazhuang for a banquet early in the morning. Didn't come back either.
But the soldiers in the defense camp are used to it.
All the officials in this group are representative figures of arrogance and lewdness. They are proficient in eating, drinking and gambling, but they don't know what practical things they can do.
Siwa was not from a good background, but he had a relative with a good background, so he was given a position to guard against thousands of households, where he could earn a living and lighten some of the burden on the family.
The status of security officers is relatively low, and it can take 20 to 30 years to get a formal low-level military position. But as long as you retire, you don't have to worry about it in this life.
This guy is fat and looks more like an old fireman from the Huotou camp than an officer guarding thousands of households. He doesn't know how to lead troops, and is better at drinking and gambling.
Of course, he also likes to go to the county town to have wine and wine, and he stays there for several days and nights, so it is normal for soldiers in the defense camp to not see anyone for several days and nights.
The officers all did this. The so-called upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked. The soldiers also imitated the officers and became proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. Basically, the training was just pretending to deceive the inspector. As soon as the inspector left, they returned to their original state and continued to have fun.
The military performance of the year before last caused Yizhou's town defense army to lose face. Fortunately, the inspection officials only pretended to show off and gave them a few gentle reprimands, and that was it.
As long as they have some money, they will go to the county town to have fun instead of staying in the military camp.
After Siwa left this morning, more than a hundred soldiers also ran to the county town in groups to have fun.
But in the afternoon, towards evening, someone started to feel something was wrong.
Because no one who went to the county seat in the morning has come back yet. Although there are usually some who stay overnight, there are few.
Most of them would go back to the military camp to sleep because they didn't have the money to spend the night, but not all the more than a hundred people would stay in the county town and never come back.
Waiting and waiting, when it got dark, still no one came back. A hundred-household official who stayed behind at the military camp felt that there was something wrong, so he sent someone to the county town with the token issued by the military camp to see what was going on.
But this group of people never came back after going there.
The Baihu official who stayed behind felt that something was wrong. After much hesitation, he still felt that he should personally take some people to the county seat to see what was wrong.
Before leaving, Siwa told him to keep an eye on the army. If something went wrong, Siwa would come back to ask questions. He really couldn't bear it.
As a result, when I left the barracks, I found it was raining outside.
When it rains, the situation is different. Maybe those guys decided to spend the night in the county town because of the rain instead of coming back.
Well, this explanation makes perfect sense.
"We should come back tomorrow when the rain stops, right?"
Baihuguan said to himself.
Then he ordered his subordinates to strengthen their vigilance, send more people to patrol at night, guard the watchtower, close the camp door tightly, etc. After giving the instructions, he went back to the barracks to sleep.
He arranges night patrols indifferently, and his subordinates listen indifferently, and of course the execution officers and soldiers just deal with it indifferently.
It's raining. Who wants to walk around outside the house in the rain?
Spring nights are still a little cold, especially rainy nights, and standing on the observation deck will definitely not be a good experience.
As soon as the cold wind blew, the rain was carried by the wind to the face, and the heat on the face was quickly taken away.
If you are unlucky, the cold wind and icy rain penetrate into your neck, and the feeling of chilling your heart will definitely be sour.
Regarding the night duty on the watchtower, the soldiers thought it was the most unlucky thing, and they usually used gambling to determine which unlucky person would be responsible for the watchtower's vigil tonight.
There are a total of twelve watchtowers, but there are usually not twelve people willing to stay on duty at night. At most, four or five unlucky ones are chosen through gambling, which is enough to cope with it.
Anyway, peace lasts for a long time, and no one thinks that anything will happen at night.
Even more so since that annoying barking dog was killed for meat.
After a period of intense gambling, four unlucky guys were assigned to watch the watchtower on night duty.
So the four unlucky guys cursed, put on their ponchos, picked up crossbows and swords and went to watch the night.
It is said that it is a night watch, but for such a hard job, you have to be prepared. For example, bring some wine with you. The cold wind is blowing, and it is human nature to drink some wine to warm up.
As you drink, you will become levitated. Once you become levitated, you will not be able to do normal things.
So when the rebel soldiers, led by Su Yonglin, sneaked outside the defense barracks, the soldiers on the watchtower were either drifting or falling asleep, and did not notice the rebels approaching quietly under the rain...
The rain is still falling, the wind is still blowing, and this spring night has become a bit chilly.
A soldier was woken up by urination. He got out of bed unhappily, lit a dim oil lamp, and left the barracks to relieve himself outside in the dim light.
After leaving the barracks door, a gust of cold wind made him shiver. He quickly placed the oil lamp in the corner, leaned against the wall and untied the shackles around his waist, and happily started to drain the water.
The process of releasing the water was enjoyable.
As the amount of water released increased, the feeling of pressure in the abdomen almost disappeared without a trace.
Although this process is short, it is very enjoyable.
After enjoying it, he shook his body happily, put on his pants, bent down to pick up the oil lamp, and then turned around. Before he could take a step forward, he was suddenly stunned.
A dark figure stood behind him, blocking his way.
Taking a closer look in the dim light, it turned out to be a person.
The man's hand was holding a steel knife that shone with cold light. Something seemed to be dripping from the tip of the knife. He didn't know whether it was the rain in the cold night or some other liquid.
The next moment, the blade of the steel knife was aimed at his neck.
With his reaction speed, he only had time to open his mouth. Before his throat vibrated and made a sound, the process was completely interrupted.
His throat was cut with a knife.
He covered his neck and made a "drink" sound. His body twisted strangely for a few seconds, then he knelt down on the ground, his back facing the ground and hitting the puddle under him.
The person died, and his body shook for a while still refusing to admit defeat, and finally there was no movement anymore.
The oil lamp that fell to the ground rolled around a few times, rolled into the rain curtain, and soon went out under the ravages of wind and rain.
Su Yonglin hacked a golden soldier to death with his own hands, wiped the blood spattered on his face, spat out the blood-stained mouthful, and took a deep breath.
Beside him, a large number of rebel soldiers rushed into the barracks of the Jin soldiers with knives, and chopped them randomly.
Sharp shouts soon rang out, and fierce shouts of killing also rang out. The whole barracks was like a pot exploding, and sounds that could almost tear apart Su Yonglin's throat rang out from all directions.
But this is only a short period of time.
Soon, silence returned to the military camp.
Su Yonglin stood under the eaves of the camp, feeling the noise in his ears gradually merge into the quiet rainy night, as if it had been absorbed by the rain and disappeared completely.
In the end, only the sound of raindrops was left.
The night raid was over.
