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Zhu Chongba at the end of the Ming Dynasty Volume 1 May 19, If you don¡¯t care, I don¡¯t care either

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    Zhang Ling was hit by an arrow in his right arm and felt a sharp sting. He quickly covered the injured arm with his left hand and retreated backwards. He accidentally tripped on a stone and fell to the sky.  <-> He was already old, and when he fell down, all the bones in his body seemed to fall apart.  The servants around him quickly gathered around and nervously protected him. Two servants lifted him up on the left and right, trying to protect him and escape.

    Zhang Ling was stirred up by two servants, and he couldn't help but feel a huge wave of excitement in his heart. These two masked thieves were really more powerful than he imagined. Not only was the man in front of him an excellent archer, but the junior behind him was also good at archery.  To be so powerful and to be able to block his chain of arrows with his sword was beyond his expectation.  If he knew that there was such a powerful leader in the bandit army, he would never deliberately compete with him in archery skills.

    He originally just had the idea of ????using archery to teach the bandit leader a casual lesson, but he did not expect that he would be taught a lesson instead.  An eighty-year-old woman is really like a baby, and the grain transport boat overturned in the gutter.

    At this time, Zhang Ling had time to observe the surrounding battlefield situation. Since the rebel army added two more ambushes, the officers and soldiers were already in a rout. During the time when he was competing with Cao Wenzhao, the rout of the officers and soldiers had already begun.  It's out of control.  The Sichuan soldiers who were able to get rid of their pursuers only focused on escaping for their own lives and had already fled into the mountains and forests.  The Sichuan soldiers who could not get rid of the entanglement of the officers and soldiers would either surrender and surrender to the rebels, or they would be surrounded and killed on the spot.

    Zhang Ling sighed "Alas". He now regretted that he had made the move to attack the two thousand thieves. If he had been more mature and prudent, he would have never attacked before he had figured out the enemy's troop deployment.  There would be no such defeat.  And the reason why he made the wrong judgment.  It was an erroneous report from the scouts. The thought of the rebel army actually pretending to be brave and confusing their own scouts, these methods really made him shudder.  The calculating ability of the thieves.  It was really beyond his expectation.

    This battle was unjustly lost, but it was not unjustly lost. Zhang Ling understood that the enemy's plan was based on the ability of the person who made it.  Even if he wasn't fooled this time and escaped, the next time they met on the battlefield, they would still be destined to be plotted.

    Zhang Ling's servants protected him and retreated for a moment before being overtaken by Zhu Jun's black pole soldiers.  If these servant soldiers only focused on their own escape, they would never lose to Zhu Jun during the mountain march.  But with him, a sixty-nine-year-old old man who was also injured, he was a ghost if he ran fast.

    I saw the black-pole soldiers chasing closer and closer. The servant soldiers turned around and fired arrows, trying to block the pursuers. However, bows and arrows are not meant to shoot as many arrows as they want. Every time the bow is fired, it will hit the archer's arm.  Muscles bring tremendous pressure to an ordinary archer.  If you shoot less than twenty arrows in a row in a battle, your arms will become sore and weak.  The two hundred sharp archer servants under Zhang Ling had already shot countless arrows when they were covering the retreat of the army. It was now difficult for them to lift their arms.  Not to mention shooting arrows that can stop pursuing soldiers.

    Zhang Ling knew that he could no longer rely on them. In fact, he had become a burden to these servants. If he was let go, these soldiers would still have a chance to survive.  But if you run away with him, no one can escape.

    Zhang Ling couldn't help but ordered: "Put me down. You can escape on your own"

    A soldier immediately said: "General this villain's life is yours! I will never leave you alone. Even if I risk my life, I will carry the general on my back and escape."

    Other servants also said: "Unless they step on the villain's body, the thief will never be able to touch a hair on your head."

    Zhang Ling knew that these servants and soldiers had received many favors from him, but this was not the time to repay the favor. He said with a sullen face: "I am already sixty-nine years old, and I have lived a decent life. Even if I die,  Being here is not a loss. But you are all still young, and it would be a pity to die here for an old man like me Get out of here!"

    "We can't leave!" The two hundred servants didn't listen to his orders at all, and still protected him and ran through the mountains.

    However, they couldn't run away after all. It didn't take long for them to find that there were black soldiers on the left and right. The two groups of black soldiers turned in front of them and locked them in like a door.  in.  Looking back, I saw more than a thousand people trapping the two hundred of them in the core of a large circle.  Two generals walked out of the bandit army, it was the two masked men in purple robes.

    A look of despair flashed in Zhang Ling's eyes. Now his men can't leave, and it seems they will all be buried here with his old bones.  He saw the masked man in purple robe walking out of the formation and facing himHe said in a very calm tone: "Old General Zhang Ling, please come to our camp for a drink."

    "Drink the guillotine?" Zhang Ling snorted, his gray beard trembling slightly: "Kill if you want, why do you have to say it so obscurely, who are you hiding your face?"

    The man in purple robe sighed and said: "You have a low reputation and are worth mentioning. I'm not asking you to drink guillotine. I really want to treat the old general to a drink."

    Zhang Ling could not believe it, but the situation could not help but make him believe it or not. A group of thieves like wolves and tigers rushed up and tied up Zhang Ling by dragging him horizontally and vertically. Even his two hundred servants were all tied up.  Zhang Ling knew that he would not survive, so he did not struggle, but he would not commit suicide.

    After all, he is an old ginger. His psychological endurance is very strong. Even if he is in adversity, he will not give up his life lightly.  She Chongming rebelled during the Tianqi period, and Zhang Ling was also captured by She Chongming. However, in that desperate situation, Zhang Ling did not commit suicide. Instead, he endured the humiliation and escaped, returned to the army camp, and made great contributions to defeat She Chongming.  of strength.  She was so angry that she killed Zhang Ling's entire family and dug up his ancestral grave.

    Zhang Ling allowed Zhu Jun to arrest him, shackled his hands and feet, and placed him under house arrest in the camp.

    After Zhu Jun finished cleaning the battlefield, he escorted Zhang Ling and nearly a thousand Sichuan soldiers who had captured him, and began to advance toward the west.  Zhang Ling originally thought that the bandit army would march towards Chengdu, but when he saw the bandit army heading west, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised. A few days later, the bandit army entered a city. Zhang Ling took a closer look and immediately recognized that this was Mianyang City.

    It turns out that the bandit army's attack on Chengdu was just a pretense.  They had no intention of attacking Chengdu directly. They just pretended to attack Chengdu, forcing the civil servants in Chengdu to issue wrong orders. They not only asked Zhang Ling to abandon Jianmen Pass, but also asked him to return to Chengdu to aid.  The thieves sent troops from Mianyang.  It blocked his way back to Chengdu, so he captured his group of three thousand Sichuan soldiers, and then returned to Mianyang.  Zhang Ling couldn't help but sigh again, it was ridiculous everyone had fallen into the thief's plan.

    Zhang Ling thought he would return to Mianyang.  He would be beheaded by the thieves to boost his morale, and he was thinking of ways to escape along the way. Unfortunately, he was old and weak, and he was injured and his vitality was weakened. His body was so limp that he had no ability to escape.  After returning to Mianyang.  He was placed under house arrest in a wing in the backyard of the Yamen. Every day, someone came to bring him some coarse rice, as well as strange corn and potatoes, two kinds of food, for him to eat with grains of salt. Then no one came.  Ignore him.

    Zhang Ling had no idea what the thieves were doing. Why did they stay in Mianyang?  It was not until three days later that Zhang Ling discovered that the thief provided him with less and less food. Logically speaking, if the thief wanted to starve him to death.  It's better to kill him with one knife. Since he is locked here, his food and clothing should not be short-changed He thought about it carefully and finally realized that the thief was obviously short of food

    ??

    This bandit army has almost used up all the food after fighting with itself.  They can only huddle in Mianyang City and stop moving, because when the army is moving, it will consume more food than when it is not moving. The rebel army is now relying on the last bit of food to survive, waiting for the food shipment later.  Team.

    Think through this link.  Zhang Ling was really upset.  How could a veteran like him not know that leaving Jianmen Pass was a very bad decision at this time.  If he insists on not being messed with by the civil servants and stays motionless at Jianmenguan, this bandit army will be finished now and there is no need to take action anymore. They will have no choice but to go back to where they came from.  .

    Another day later, Zhang Ling heard a loud noise coming from Mianyang City.There were loud cheers. Although he was under house arrest in his room, he could hear the cheers getting louder and louder, and they were still very clear.

    "Our main force is here"

    "They finally passed through the sword gate and came over"

    ¡°Hahaha, the food transport team is here too, so there¡¯s no need to worry anymore¡­¡±

    "Hurry, go and get foodnew food is being distributed"

    Zhang Ling knew from these cheers that the main force of the rebel army had finally arrived.

    He could guess with his toes that the main force of the new bandit army was Zhu Ba's Central Army who was confronting him outside Jianmen Pass. After Zhang Ling abandoned Jianmen Pass, Zhu Ba's Central Army would probably be able to fight without any effort.  He got in. Suddenly, the rebel army gained momentum, and the entire Mianyang City echoed with the laughter of the rebel soldiers for almost a whole day.

    Zhang Ling felt cold inside, and a strange feeling arose in his heart, as if the world had fallen into Zhu Ba's hands, and he was just a sad loser who could only listen to the victors in a cold place  Cheering, licking his wounds and waiting for the winner to deal with him.

    He couldn't help but think: "Will the food provided to me tonight be a little more? I will have strength after eating, and the wounds on my arms are basically scarred. I have to think about it seriously.  How did you escape?"

    However, when it was time for dinner, Zhang Ling was disappointed. No one brought him a rich dinner that night. Instead, the masked purple-robed man came to visit him again: "Old General, our main force has arrived.  I can buy you a drink now."

    Zhang Ling felt cold in his heart. No wonder the thieves didn't kill him a few days ago. It turned out that they wanted to wait for the main force to arrive and kill him in front of all the thieves. This would have a better effect of boosting morale.  Now that the matter has come to this, he no longer thinks about it and snorts: "Lead the way, I want to see how to drink this glass of decapitated wine!"

    He only thought in his mind: He wants to behead me&#xff1f;Or is it divided into pieces?  Or throw him in a cauldron and boil him to death like Zhang Xianzhong did to the murderer?  No matter which way, I'm afraid where you are coming from.

    ??Following the purple-robed man, he walked through several corridors and came to another wing. Zhang Ling was curious, why did he choose to kill himself in the wing?  Shouldn't it be at Caishikou or the training ground?  He pushed open the room and stepped in. What he saw was a wine table with good wine and food on it. It seemed that after the rebel army's supply team arrived, the rebel army's dining table also became richer.

    Zhang Ling found that a man was already sitting at the table. The man was facing the door and looked from the side without turning his face.  He was also shackled on his hands and was dragging a long iron chain. He picked up a glass of wine, poured it on his neck, and then hummed: "Is that grass coming in? You brag about corn and potatoes in front of me every day."  How amazing. But your wine is still made from rice. When did you make wine from potatoes and corn, come and drink it here again, hum!"

    Listening to this man¡¯s words, Zhang Ling felt a familiar feeling in his heart.  I couldn't help but exclaimed: "One-eyed horse?"

    The man turned around and saw who it was if it wasn't the "One-Eyed Horse" Ma Xianglin. He obviously didn't expect that it wasn't Cao Wenzhao who came in, but the divine crossbow general Zhang Ling, and the two captured generals came face to face.  They all felt embarrassed and lowered their heads at the same time.

    Zhang Ling sighed and said nothing.

    Ma Xianglin said: "Old General During the battle with Zi Lu, the last general was actually on the battlefield and was held hostage by thieves to watch the battle."

    "What?" Zhang Ling was shocked.

    Ma Xianglin sighed and said: "The defeat of that battle was not the responsibility of the old general. It was actually because these thieves were too cunning. Alas They had exhausted all their mechanisms and took advantage of the right time, place and people. In exchange for  No matter who comes to fight that battle, it won¡¯t be easy.¡±

    Zhang Ling smiled bitterly.

    Ma Xianglin raised his glass and said, "Come and have a drink. We are all prisoners anyway. It is a great achievement for us to eat these thieves with our mouths."

    Zhang Ling was not as open-minded as him, and couldn't help but said: "Still eating? Thief"20998;Ming is going to kill us.  You are still in the mood to eat and drink here. Even if your stomach is full, how much can you eat in one meal?  "

    Ma Xianglin shook his head and said: "They won't kill us. I don't know why. But I just know."

    Zhang Ling would not believe what the thief said, but he would believe what Ma Xianglin said.  He sat down next to Ma Xianglin, thought about it seriously, and started eating and drinking. After a while, he was full of wine and food. Cao Wenzhao sitting next to him was deliberately ignored by the two of them until they finished eating.  , Cao Wenzhao chuckled and said: "You two had a great time eating, but have you ever thought about whether your men under our control have food to eat?"

    Zhang Ling was startled when he asked this question, and he quickly asked: "How are the more than a thousand soldiers of mine who were captured by you now?"

    Cao Wenzhao said calmly: "We were short of food for the soldiers a few days ago, so they were starved. But today the food has been shipped. After they are full, our army will escort them to Guangyuan. Those who are willing to surrender can  Incorporate them into our army, and those who are unwilling to surrender will be turned into peasants"

    Zhang Ling was dubious, but after hearing these words, he finally felt a little calmer. If these soldiers had not been killed by Zhu Jun, it would have made him feel less sad.

    Cao Wenzhao no longer paid attention to Zhang Ling, but turned to Ma Xianglin and said: "Zhang Ling's Sichuan soldiers are easy to talk to. They will take whatever is given to them, and they are not worried about the poison in the food, but your five thousand white  The pole soldiers are a bit troublesome!"

    When Ma Xianglin heard about his soldiers, he also became nervous: "What happened to my five thousand soldiers? They were not captured by you. I have nothing to worry about" He said there was nothing to worry about, but his expression was confused.  Ling could also see that he was worried to death.

    Cao Wenzhao smiled and said: "Since you fell into our hands, Pengba led five thousand white-poled soldiers to follow us closely, refusing to turn his eyes away at all, as if he was afraid that we would sell you.  They alsoThey came from the Yinping Ancient Road. You should know how much food they have on hand.  "

    Ma Xianglin's face changed slightly. What Cao Wenzhao said was true. The white-armed soldiers also came out of the nook of the Yinping Ancient Road. Of course they didn't have much food on them. Since they followed the rebel army, they obviously also lost the supplies from Shizhu. The thieves  The army has run out of food. It's strange that these white soldiers have food.

    Seeing that his face turned pale, Cao Wenzhao felt a little funny in his heart, and said: "Actually, I sent them food once tonight, and sent dozens of carts of corn, but these guys didn't want to eat it, so the corn sent by the thieves must be  It¡¯s poisonous and unkind, and they also say that corn is a poisonous crop. If you eat it, it will grow two heads and three hands. They would rather starve to death than eat our food Ma Xianglin, what do you think we should do about this matter?  "

    Zhang Ling was surprised and said: "Youactually gave food to the white soldiers? Who would believe that the thieves have such good intentions?"

    Zhang Ling didn't believe it, but Ma Xianglin believed it. From the treatment he received after being captured, he guessed that the thieves did not want to fight with the white pole soldiers in Sichuan, but wanted to get closer to them and build a good relationship with them, just like before.  They bought the Tujia people like the Qiang people, but what the thieves didn't know was that the relationship between the Qiang people and the court was not good and they could easily be bribed by the thieves.  However, the Tujia people have a very good relationship with the imperial court. Qin Liangyu and Ma Xianglin are both loyal ministers and loyal to the Ming court. They also fought side by side with the officers and soldiers to fight against the Tartars. They want to conquer the Tujia people as easily as they bribed the Qiang people.  It's a bit of a fantasy.

    He couldn't help but sneered: "You want to bribe me, the Tujia people? Dream on! No matter how much corn you send, my soldiers will not take a bite. They will never believe that you have any good intentions."

    Cao Wenzhao smiled: "Actually, I don't think it matters whether they accept our food or not. It's not me who is hungry. What should I be afraid of? Just seeing them all weak from hunger makes my heart a little soft.  That's all, that's allIf you, the future chieftain of the Tujia people, don't care, then I don't care either.  "(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go and read.) (To be continued. If you like this work  Works, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)
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