Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Five: Making Contributions

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Half a month later.

In this dense jungle, the unique humidity of Guizhou has caused many people's skin to fester and itching.

The dry food they carried on their bodies was already depleted.

In fact, compared to these, the real difficulty is walking in this forest and mountain stream.

There is no end in sight for the 100,000 mountains. On the map, it is only a road of more than ten miles, but in reality, it seems to be separated by a series of natural moats.

Even in the mountain camp, they were exhausted, and the high morale they had when they set off from Guiyang had disappeared at this moment.

They were like people crawling and rolling in the mud, they were in a panic, there were 800 of them, only 600 were left.

The most important thing is that the chief soldier is actually a big fool.

Every time I say, I've crossed this mountain, and I'm there, but... I've crossed a mountain and it's a big mountain, again and again.

Finally, the desperate people would rather die here by leaning on the roots of the tree than go any further.

The sultry weather made people want to throw their wet armor on the ground, but the sudden snakes and insects in the forest made them have to cover their bodies tightly.

When they set off from Guiyang, the Zhongguan was taken aback, but...the Zhongguan didn't stop him.

Instead, he turned around and ran to write the secret performance.

Fang Jinglong also knew that he was taking a big gamble, and he had to gamble. This was the only chance for the Ming army to come back under the conspiracy of the woman. If this good opportunity was missed, how many people would die in the depths of this dense forest .

Fighting here, the most fearless thing is to fight against the rebel army. The elite Ming army has sufficient supplies, a clear banner, and consistent orders. It is completely unmatched by ordinary native rebels.

Here, they are fighting against the sky, these mountains, all kinds of sudden diseases, and the never-ending rain.

Fang Jinglong was panting heavily. He was also exhausted. He sat on the boulder and squinted his eyes to see the ragged team behind him. Everyone is in a mess.

Fang Jinglong looked at the soldiers, and all the soldiers looked at him now. They looked at him no longer with the love and admiration they had before, but more numb.

fraud.

"Crossing the mountain this time..." Fang Jinglong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, tried to adjust his mood, and tried to fool around again, just like some companies in the later generations who enjoy cutting leeks. If you feel that you are not dedicated enough, you will inevitably feel unwilling.

After all, until the last moment, who can guarantee that there will be no leeks left?

"Chief soldier..." Fang Jinglong had just uttered the words when Old Wang beside him interrupted him, panting heavily, with a mournful face.

"Don't be fooled, if you fool around again, something will happen, and the brothers will mutiny."

"..." Fang Jinglong stopped talking, and frowned deeply.

With a bit of melancholy, he raised his head and looked at the few rays of sunlight shining through the forest and the dense branches and leaves, he couldn't help but be filled with emotion.

"It's different, it's different. I think back then, when the eldest father of the family was enlisted by Emperor Wen to conscript Annan. At that time, the old man was still young, and I listened to my elder father's dictation. In Annan, the soldiers were very honest. How is it like now? Soldiers are all masters, it's really not as good as one generation..."

He felt that he was born at an untimely time, perhaps at the age of his grandfather, when Emperor Wen was still there, he would not have encountered such a predicament.

After thinking about it secretly in his heart, he pursed his lips and said to Lao Wang beside him.

"Help the old man up, I'm sorry for the old man's waist, let's continue, go over this mountain, damn it, fighting here, it's better to go to the Nine Sides to fight the Tatars, even if you die, at least die a happy death Some."

Fang Jinglong stood up with the help of Lao Wang, grinning his teeth. In his boots, the foot wraps had not been torn apart for more than ten days. Sweat and the blood oozing from the broken calluses seemed to have glued the foot wraps to the flesh. Oh, these feet are probably rotten.

Can stand up.

The first scout came out from the forest: "General soldier, general soldier..."

There was unconcealed excitement in his voice.

However, the marching soldiers were still numb and no one paid any attention to them.

Almost everyone knew this routine, the chief soldier ordered the scout, and then the scout came back excitedly, telling everyone that the bandit army was right in front of them.

They have heard this routine countless times. Now, Scout Liu's acting skills have improved a lot. Seeing him striding like flying, he seems to be exultant, and his eyebrows are raised, as if he is about to enter the bridal chamber. easy.

"The front... the front..." When Scout Liu said this, his throat was choked up, and his tears were blurred: "The front is Shijian Village, it is Shijian Village...we...we have arrived...over there, we found Mingshao, obviously, there are bandits stationed there. This stockade relies on waterfalls, and is surrounded by mountains and rivers. According to the humble prediction, the stockade can only support a hundred households at most... I searched for an hour, but I didn't find the dark sentry, but nearby, there are Traces of mules and horses..."

The soldiers still walked numbly, as if all this was another routine.

But Fang Jinglong became energetic all of a sudden, his eyes lit up, and color rippled on his tired face: "Are you sure it's the bandits?"

"It is certain that there are not many women in the village. Judging from the clothes to be dried, men accounted for

At least 80% or more, the chief soldier, now many natives, men are all out of the village, following Milu to make trouble, how can there be so many men in this village. "

Scout Liu followed Fang Jinglong's old soldiers, and went into battle to kill the enemy. Maybe it was useless, but he was a first-class expert in observation and visitation. Fang Jinglong trusted him, and Fang Jifan suddenly wanted to cry.

Damn it, it's finally the last hill.

Fang Jinglong immediately yelled at the crowd: "Stop advancing immediately! Everyone gather around and listen to the orders of General Hou Ben."

The soldiers were all expressionless, and more than 600 people, like zombies, dragged their feet with countless blisters, and surrounded them one by one.

Fang Jinglong jumped onto the boulder, spit first, and then said excitedly: "Crossing this mountain, the bandit army is right in front of you, and, nine out of ten, there are bandit chiefs hiding here."

"..."

No one responded to him, and what responded to him were still numb faces and indifferent eyes.

Fang Jinglong sneered: "Now pass on the order, repair in situ, and prepare for battle, how much dry food is left? Is there not much left, so there is no need to save, and eat all of it."

burn one's boats.

This sentence awakened many soldiers, and everyone was astonished. This time, is it true?

Otherwise, how can you eat up the dry food?

Fang Jinglong drew out the knife at his waist, stood on the boulder, looked around, the flesh on his face trembled, revealing a ferocious look.

"I have a son. He is now in the capital, and there are dozens of women around him serving him. To him, this woman is like a mare. He can ride whichever horse he wants!"

"..."

"My son is wearing fine silk and satin. Go and find out. That silk is produced in Wuyuanxiang, Beijing. You probably won't be able to buy one in your whole life."

"My son has caused troubles for me all day long and offended countless people, but does Shuntian Mansion dare to move a finger of him?"

"My son, when he wakes up in the morning, he wants to eat milk, which is squeezed out of his body! If it is delivered late and it is not warm enough, he will not eat it."

"My son is living a life like a fairy."

"Where are your sons?" Fang Jinglong looked at these ragged soldiers with contempt: "Your sons are still in the mud, and your sons can't even read. Generations of military households will grow up in the future." When you grow up, you can't even find a wife, so you can only cut off your children and grandchildren. Your son, who eats yellow rice porridge, is like a beggar on the street, and anyone can belittle him. Your wife is reluctant to talk about it for several years Pibu buys himself a new dress, what is the difference between being alive and dead?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but pause, and then raised his voice a few decibels.

"You must be unconvinced. Why is my son, who is a master, but your wife is so contemptible? I tell you that it is because my father, my father, followed Emperor Wen, bleeding and sweating, leaning Killing the enemy, those who are killed, do not have the credit of my Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu, there is no difference between my Fang Jinglong's son and your son."

He pointed to the back of the high mountain, and his voice was extremely loud.

"Today, after crossing this mountain, the thief is in sight, and the great credit is in front of him. The enemy chieftain behind the mountain, she is the leader of tens of thousands of rebels. Because of her, I lost a governor of Ming Dynasty, a The commander-in-chief, and a middle-ranking official, killed and wounded tens of thousands of soldiers in Ming Dynasty, and ruined the countless money and food of the imperial court! The emperor was furious, and ordered the three armies to suppress the bandits. It is a great contribution to take down the bandits. !"

"So!" Fang Jinglong's chest rose and fell, and he bared his teeth: "This is the time to make meritorious deeds, this is the time to let yourself live like a human being, this is the time to want your descendants to receive the nectar of the emperor; this is the time to be prosperous and rich." !"

"..."

All of a sudden, the indifference of the soldiers disappeared.

These pairs of tormented eyes suddenly glowed with green light, and the numb person, from the bottom of his heart, gave birth to a certain instinct that surpassed ordinary people.

One person trembled, and everyone suddenly gained strength.

Lao Wang at the side secretly glanced at Fang Jinglong, admiring him, he was different from other soldiers, since the old Wang's Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu, Lao Wang's family has been mixed with Lao Fang's.

Every time before a battle, the Fang family always used this set of rhetoric, but the great ancestor of the Fang family said that his son was enjoying the blessings and eating human milk in Beijing, and the eldest father of the Fang family also said that Zongbing Fang’s father was enjoying the blessings and eating in the capital. Grandma, Fang Zongbing's father, said the same thing about Fang Zongbing at the beginning, and now, it's finally the turn of the young master of the Fang family.

Hearing this kind of words made his ears callused, which made him really unhappy, but the old Wang family has been from the old Fang family for generations, so he still inherited the tradition of the old Wang family, with an excited look, bared his teeth and agreed .

"The chief soldier is right, let's...kill the thief and make meritorious service."

The soldiers screamed.

Fang Jinglong feels very relieved, the tradition has not been lost, leeks are still leeks.

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