In fact, after seeing such changes and reactions in Jiaozhou Dagang, Qu Chengyu only felt a certain faint sense of crisis and urgency;
On the one hand, it was these grass thieves, ah no, it was the rigor and unrestrained performance of the Rebels in the invasion, Zhenping Port District and Fangqu, which made him secretly surprised that he had surpassed many soldiers under the banner of the official army. , And there is a faint demeanor of the former Gao Ling's orders and prohibitions and instructions.
Especially the pro-army of the Xu monk is a little bit horrified. Although there are noises and noises in the ordinary state, when you enter the state of on duty or on the battlefield, it is calm as if under the sea. The reef; faintly filled with the threat of being smashed and bloodshed.
On the other hand, these guest troops he invited have already occupied Jiaozhou Dagang as scheduled, and it is considered that the Rebels have achieved their preliminary goals; but if the Qu clan survived, they would not have sufficient value and reciprocity. Sooner or later, it will be gradually marginalized and even abandoned in disguise.
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In a sweat mixed with the complex smell of metal and leather, and the chanting of commands and chants, Zhang Dong, a former soldier of the Long March and now a member of the rebel army, is also busy among the sweaty crowd. In the smoke and dust in the distance, Zhao Yingong, his former officer, is leading a small group of rebel horsemen with spears and bows, expelling and clearing the eyeliners, ears and eyes of the thieves who have gathered on the periphery.
The heavily silted outer ditch around the harbor was dug out to waist depth, and then filled with soil to the inside to make a high and steep slope that is not easy to cross; then Zhang Dong's team received a new task.
Afterwards, they unfolded the bundles of ropes with wooden sticks that they had transported from the car, and then forcefully beat the tips of the wooden sticks two or three steps apart against the ground force with a hammer and cone; so in an instant A few staggered intercepting fortifications are laid out; this is the original shrunken version of the wire block-the rope stick block;
Although according to the daily training and practice of the rebels, the strength of this thing can only be said to be better than nothing in dealing with the charge of the cavalry, but it is still effective in blocking the advance of the infantry. With some props that can make sharp and harsh sounds, such as bells, empty cans, and the like, those night-stealing teams that play imaginary enemies have repeatedly been entangled and planted on top of them.
Anyway, on the battlefield, there is no requirement for how long this thing can stop the enemy, it is enough to provide the alert and a moment of buffering room in front of the battlefield; and the life and death of the face-to-face encounter may be between this moment's delay. When Zhang Dong started to tie these straightened ropes, one by one the cans and bells filled with debris; the horse team, which was expelling and clearing the threat from a distance, was quickly returned under the leadership of Zhao Yingong.
And among the large swaths of smoke and dust behind them, there are many variegated enemies brandishing weapons; it seems that there are many mountains and plains everywhere. And among the whistles that were blown one after another, Zhang Dong’s fire was also infected by a certain methodical overall mood, along the deliberately left gap and turning point, and slowly retreated into the newly constructed fortifications. And behind the temporary line of defense.
At this time, he noticed that behind the line of defense, the opponent had already prepared the corresponding armor, as well as the fired pot and other tools. They are all organized and placed in a convenient location.
In fact, for such a menacing enemy, judging by Zhang Dong's years of experience in defending the borders and defenses, he did not feel the need to panic. Because the opponent’s formation and queue are too scattered, and lack of the most basic coordination and connection, there are also various kinds of war equipment; plus it seems that the Rebels are already well prepared, and the internal and external connections are always in order. It looks even more worrying.
He drank half a cone of hot tea together, and then took half a saliva in his mouth; he heard the whistle again, and they began to put on protective gear on the spot; they put on the lining tightly again. Zhang Dong in the gray cloth robe also got a two-piece protective gear called pockmark; it was on the stitched leather, and he only felt that it would not be heavier than the leather armor when worn on the body. How much, but it has a faint smell of stale patent leather.
Then, he straddled an old two-foot horizontal knife with patent leather about to fall off at his waist, and carefully checked the polished cutting edge; he picked up a fairly well-maintained wooden bow and tried it out. , It’s quite compact and solid; I took out a bamboo arrow from Hu Luli and compared it with the sky light with two fingers. It was found that the cut was quite straight, well-proportioned, round and clean, not in my mind again. He sighed secretly; obviously, the equipment used by these grass thieves was actually more attentive than most officers and soldiers he had seen.
He used the diamond-shaped arrows of blue and black wrought iron to poke hard on the edges and corners of the pock armor one by one, and found that there was still a certain degree of protection, not something purely used to bluff people and peace of mind, and then he booed again. Tone. At this time, the drums and shouts suddenly reappeared in front of the formation, but the incoming enemies had already rushed to the range of the arrows that had been calibrated with the base stone in advance.
It seems that these formations have completely loosened and chaotic enemies. They even have no intention to line up and launch an offensive eagerly, like a swarm of frantic shouts and screams coming forward; then, they are attacked by the array. The front row of the crossbow team struck up and down; in the buzzing sound, I saw the enemy soldiers running in the front row, like tree stumps that were chopped down and knocked over, competing in sumo And the rear team that was not close enough to trample and trip over;
Then came the rain of arrows shot by the back team, suddenly resembling a grate, amidst the splashes of blood and the rapid and sharp screams, they frustrated and squeezed into one place to rush into the enemy group and filter it out. And it became a little sloppy and chaotic.
And after just two rounds of shooting in such a face-to-face, the entire line of these shocks seemed to have been hit by a sap, and broke into disarray on the spot;
Then, I saw that some of them were still immersed in their heads and continued to rush, some began to flee to both sides, and others stopped at a loss, and squeezed into one place with the person rushing up behind. Some people simply lay down on the ground. Like the frightened pheasant, he didn't want to move anymore.
Seeing this situation, the commanding team officer next asked the flag drummer to play the flute, which represented a slight adjustment of the formation, and then approached and superimposed a denser formation again; in the voice of the old soldier's command. Zhang Dong also raised his bow upward, aligning it with higher diagonals to the left and right, and radiating out one after another. After a few breaths, I saw a denser and longer rain of arrows, sweeping the enemy's rear team, which was still rushing forward, and suddenly an especially sparse gap was cleared.
Then, the remnant enemy troops, especially those heads straight ahead, also reacted to the sorrowful and empty behind as if they were awakened from a dream, and turned around and fled back under the various morale declines; At this time, the other two groups of sword cards that had just detoured from the port city to the outside were a little awkward looking at the back of the other party who had forgotten the dust and chasing them, but it was too late to follow the plan and deployment and continue to do the outflanking move. Up.
Fortunately, the riders of the horse team who retreated before have already rested; I saw them trotting out of the tortuous trenches with their mounts and flying on their horses, and the moments of acceleration were already embellished by those wild mountains and wild retreats. The enemy was walking away, and the rampage slammed and slashed in the meantime.
In the Gang District and Fangqu, the rebel soldiers who had just symbolically appeased the volunteers who had come out to welcome the "fathers and elders" and controlled many vital points in the city soon showed a certain ruthless and decisive side again.
Because of the existence of the captives of the sea bandits who had been defeated before, it has somewhat resolved a problem that Zhou Huaian had been considering; how to purge the local forces in Jiaozhou Port in a legitimate way; Leave the people and things you want to facilitate the long-term control of Jiaozhou Dagang after entering.
It's better now. Under the identification of the corresponding victims and captives of the sea bandits, as long as the owners and the households who used to secretly communicate with them are picked up one by one; and then a certain degree of punishment is carried out along the way. The local forces in Jiaozhou Port can be cleaned up justifiably. For example, those who have malicious and hostile sentiments towards the Guangzhou left-behind department do not need to tolerate and tolerate them.
Therefore, Lin Shenhe became a witness and participant of all these changes; under the leadership of the influential and knowledgeable Qu clan in the area, he followed the armored soldiers armed to the teeth and faced the house time and time again. The mansion, shops, and merchants broke into the house; among the various voices of crying and screaming or arguing, and defending, the people in robes and brocades were picked out, and the five flowers were tied into a series of drags. on the street.
As a result, the local leader of the underground gray forces known as the "Shadow Five Elders" and a coalition of large and small gangs, except for a "Hua Lao" who controlled the business of the brothel and prostitution, quickly abandoning everything and fleeing alone, the other four connected together. Both of them were chopped off their heads and hung on the erected wooden poles in the port area.
Later, Cao Feng, the head of the prestigious Sanfeng Taisha, and the brothers whom he had cited as the wings of righteousness, all hanged on their heads with a look of indecency. Then one after another they were hung to the side with them, as well as those who are known to cross the coast of Jiaozhou in black and white, and those who are quite capable and distinguished.
Most of them, who are prestigious or swaggering leaders on weekdays, are like helpless chicks, crying or wailing in front of the bows, crossbows, swords and guns held by these serious killers. The sky is like slugs, and it is disgusting and sad in time.
There are also a very small number of people who want to take the risk or stand up against it; then they are caught in a prepared hook and net, thrown with white ash to fascinate the eyes, ears and noses, and then beat them into a human shape with a big stick. Naturally stopped
Of course, for Zhou Huaian, who was deeply conscious of outsiders, sometimes the slashing of fear and notoriety was also an effective means of spreading reputation.
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In a village on the outskirts of Guangzhou,
Pi Rixiu, who was drawn and described as haggard and drunk, is also in the temporary confinement place that he believes is coming to an end.
"Is it time to hit the road now..."
He laughed somewhat relievedly.
"A certain usefulness was exhausted then..."
After this period of encounters, he already knew what had happened to him. At first, he was taken out of unknown origin and appeared in public several times. He became a generation that is known to be thieves to show off. Everyone Pi Rixiu; and inexplicably published many new works under his name. .
Although most of them were made by miscellaneous anecdotes from his early years, after being woven by those grass thieves with ulterior motives, they could actually be used to comment and endorse those rebellious propositions. It was at this point that he suddenly realized, but his family was framed to the end by those grass thieves and there was no retreat.
After knowing this result, the spirit and spirit he had been upholding and supporting all of a sudden collapsed, and he became the appearance of alcoholism and drinking.
"I don't know if it's the dove wine or the twisted silk..."
He sucked the remaining wine in the empty bottle again, and continued to sigh.
"I want to give it to a certain corpse..."
Then, he was taken to a carriage that was covered on all sides and drove out loudly; and the carriage did not stop until the next day as soon as it drove, and then Pi Rixiu was pushed again in the midst of sleepy eyes. Woke up and drove out of the carriage, didn't he mutter to himself, "Is it here to execute the torture..."
Then, he only saw a piece of green grass and seedlings around Tuweizi, a pastoral scene swaying with the wind and spring; during this period, there were neither newly excavated pits nor tied slings, nor was it suitable for cutting. Only one ditch was dug out of the execution platform at the head of the head, which looked rather fresh.
Was it to be tied up and buried alive? He couldn't help but think about it more arrogantly, I'm afraid that under the cover of the sky, he can still hold on to this kind of calm and calm; then he saw the military history of the escort and took out a piece of it. Documents.
"Pixin, you will accept the labor reform under the supervision of the people here... to redeem one or two sins for the past..."
The other party announced in a cold voice lacking emotion.
"I hope you can take care of yourself..."
Then, suddenly a figure rushed over from behind and hugged him tightly, surprised with a choked and sad voice.
"Xiulang...Xiulang...you are so good without the facts..."
"Wei Niang..."
Up to this moment, Pi Rixiu couldn't help being a little messy, looking at the woman dressed in Jingchai's sarong like a country woman.
"You...you...how are you here..."
"It was a slave who invited him to accompany Huo Lang..."
Still leaning on him tightly, and mimicking the woman who would disappear if she was afraid of letting go.
"It's not that the slave has already vowed to advance and retreat with Xiulang and live and die together..."
"Even if you go to Jiuquan at the same time, you still have to never leave."
Seeing the woman attached to her chest crying silently and tearing through her clothes, Pi Rixiu didn't know what mood and language to use to express this fluctuating ups and downs. (End of this chapter)