Chapter 180 The Oath Master of the North Pole Palace

To the south of Baijuchang is Caoyan Town. On the north of Caoyan Town and on the banks of Chuanchang River, there is a magnificent building - the Arctic Hall. The Arctic Hall was built in the Tang Dynasty and is adjacent to the Chuanchang River. The river and port are intersecting, with vast smoke and waves, dense reeds and endless views, and can lie in ambush thousands of troops; on the east side, the Fangong Dike is close to the traffic road, which is a must-pass place connecting several major salt fields.

The rules of this hall are grand, consisting of the front hall, the middle hall and the back hall. The front hall is made of a glazed tiles with flying eaves and glazed tiles, a huge arch with white jade banners embedded on it, and four gold-plated characters "Belarus Tianshu" are shining in the sun, and the four Vajra statues are placed inside. The main hall is placed in the middle, and the Great Emperor of North Pole Zhenwu is placed in the back hall. There are tall statues of gods on both sides. There are east and west wings for Lei Zu, the west wings are placed in the monks' room, and behind the hall is the upper and lower Sutra Tower.

Baiju Field is a small salt field, which is for salt farmers to boil salt. Now that there are so many soldiers coming in, they can’t accommodate them, Zhang Yang decided to change the training ground to the open space in front of the North Pole Hall.

A few days passed, there was no movement in Dingxi Field, Xinghua, no movement in Gaoyou Mansion, and no movement. Since this is the case, Zhang Yang decided to take the initiative and take the lead according to the original plan!

At this moment, in addition to the original team, his subordinates were fully recruited on the first day, with Shi Yi as the commander, although only half a thousand, also called Qianhu. There are five hundred-man teams below, including Mo Tianyou, Zhu Xian, Zhao Zixiong, Yang Qizong, and Jiang Hui.

Because there were too many people nearby, in addition to the first battalion, the second battalion was quickly established. Fortunately, Shixin transported more steel spears, otherwise some people would have taken bamboo poles. Tang He was the Thousand Households of the Second Battalion, and the following five hundred-man teams, the centurions were Pan Yuanming, Pan Yuanshao, Xu Yi, Shi Wenbing, and Zhang Tianqi.

Tang He originally led more than 100 muskets, who were directly led by Zhang Yang, were directly led by Zhang Yang. Although his subordinates' weapons were replaced by Tianque guns to spears, the number of people turned into five hundred. Tang He was still very happy. These five hundred people would be equipped with Tianque guns in no time. Tang He believed that his subordinates were still a sharp knife, and wherever the elder brother asked him to stab him, he would break a big hole.

Although his team had just been established and had only been training for a day, Tang He dared to pat his chest and said, "If the Tartars dare to come, I will take his young man and stab him a few holes!"

Even if it was replaced by a steel spear, weapons would have a leading position for the guards of Dingxi Salt Field. The only thing they feared was the archer who shot every shot, and this threat would be solved by the Tianque gun.

The team under Lu Zhen and Bian Yuanheng's team remained the same. After waiting to capture Dingxi Field, Zhang Yang prepared to expand their teams and establish the third battalion and the fourth battalion. Then expand his subordinates into independent battalion.

He estimated that several thousand people could be sent to his army by the salt farm. Therefore, the first step was to expand his army to four to six battalions and train this army into an elite soldier.

Tianque Gun, Tianque Gun, and Zhang Yang have been thinking about this problem these two days. The output of Tianque Gun is still too low. Although Li Bosheng tried his best to expand his manpower, the production capacity of Tianque Gun is only about five units a day, one hundred and fifty units a month. It will take two months for me to equip 300 musketeers to calculate.

It's too slow, you must find a way to speed up the progress!

Last night, in the Sutra Library, Zhang Yang discussed with his subordinates in the middle of the night and finally decided to capture Dingxichang and Liuzhuangchang, take the area on the east coast of Gaoyou Prefecture, mobilize the people of Xinghua, and take all the area on the east side of Xinghua County into his own pocket.

Now the Yuan Dynasty is so busy that it is not a good deal of care. Liu Futong, Xu Shouhui, and Guo Zixing are not all good-for-nothing, let alone Zhu Yuanzhang, who has emerged from the army, has occupied this territory first and then see how the court treats him.

If you make such a big noise, even if the court wants to deal with it, with the two thousand Tartar soldiers in Gaoyou Mansion and the new affiliated army without combat effectiveness, you can't pose a threat to you at all. You can only mobilize troops from nearby. It must be a few months later. With these few months, your team will temporarily pass through the dangerous period of its founding.

Therefore, the tough battle afterwards is to attack Ding Xi. As long as Ding Xi is captured, there will be no major war in the near future.

With more than a thousand people under his command, can we fight Dingxi Salt Field with hundreds of people defending?

In terms of number of people, I have the advantage, but fighting is definitely not a simple comparison of the number of people. Otherwise, how could the Tartars, whose population is far smaller than that of the Central Plains, rule much more Han people than themselves?

The combat-capable team of about 200 people who had just participated in the two battles. Although he killed 500 Taurus cavalry in the Killing Port, he was fighting against the enemy in his own place, prepared and defending. Only by occupying the right time and place could he beat the Taurus cavalry and attacking the White Journey Field, based on his familiarity with the White Journey Field: I knew very well that there were so many guards in total, and the large troops were transferred away.

The fierce general Tang He attacked and attacked him unpreparedly. Although he won, he had suffered several casualties. It was different to attack Dingxi. Dingxi Field had never been to Dingxi Field. Except for the salt people in this salt field, people from the outside world were not allowed to enter. There were hundreds of guards and thousands of salt people working. Where were these guards distributed? Where was the focus of their defense? They already knew that Baijuchang was occupied by them and would definitely take precautions. In short, attacking Dingxi was a tough battle.

The sun in the east just rose, and Zhang Yang looked at the team below him. They seemed to be the rising sun, full of vitality. The rule of the Yuan Dynasty was like the weeds that were about to wither, which had long been decayed.

A bright flag flutters and sways in the rushing wind. On the flag, a big word "Zhang" is flying in the wind.

In front of the Arctic Hall, the two battalions were arranged neatly in the open space. They stood their spears beside them, and the spear tips rushed up. From a distance, they looked like a metal forest, ready to pierce the enemy at any time.

Next to the spearmen were soldiers carrying Tianque guns. They looked more like modern armed forces, straddling grenade bags and Tianque guns, forming a cross on their chests, tied with armed belts horizontally, and behind the armed belts, a bayonet was pinned, and two pockets in front were filled with lead bullets and gunpowder.

Compared with the spearmen, they have more of a solemn expression. This expression can only be revealed on the faces that have been on the battlefield and killed.

Now, they all stood quietly, motionless, looking at Zhang Yang on the stage. Behind him was the magnificent hall of the North Pole Hall, as if it was the imperial palace of the capital.

"Brothers." Although Zhang Yang's voice was not loud, it seemed to have a strong penetration. Everyone present could hear it clearly.

"The Yuan Dynasty was tyrannical, and the people were living in poverty. We worked all day long, but we were not covered in our bodies and could not fill our stomachs. Why? Because there was a mountain above our heads that pressed us. His name was Mongolian Tartars. They rode on the heads of us Han people. Our lives were not even as good as cattle and horses. They killed our compatriots at will, but they just paid for their own troubles. Such a court was not worthy of our service! All the dignitaries, landlords and rich people, and we could not even have a full meal all year round. Why? Because they deprived our land of the land, we could only be exploited by them! We worked in the salt farm day and night, but we ourselves could not even afford salt. Why? Because the court sent salt to attract and raised the price of salt, they treated us as slaves. We lived like this, even pigs and dogs, and life was worse than death in such a day!"

The soldiers were silenced below, and they were thinking carefully that they might have been used to enduring, and had not thought about why they worked day and night but could not eat enough and dress warmly. Those noble and wealthy families did not need to work, but had endless money to spend.

"Why can they spend money on the world, but we are poor and down? Why do they be superior but we have to be inferior? We are like them, all human beings! What is great about the nobles? What is great about the landlords? What is great about the rich families? Is it better to have kings, princes, generals, and ministers? If there is a great chaos today, there is General Liu Futong in the north, General Xu Shouhui in the south, and General Guo Zixing in the west. We are not fighting alone, but behind us are all the working people in Gaoyou! On all sides of us, we are our allies!"

"Do you want to drive away the Mongolian Tartars?"

"Think!" A thunderous response suddenly broke out below.

"Do you want to go back to your own land and cultivate it yourself and harvest it yourself. There will be no more rent or so much corvee?"

"think!"

"Do you think about it? You no longer spend high prices on sea salt mixed with sand, and don't have to work hard to boil sea salt under the surveillance of salt, but you can't get a few penny rewards?"

"think!"

"Do you want to have food, clothes, and money to spend?"

"think!"

Every time Zhang Yang said something, a response broke out. These words deeply touched them. What do farmers want the most? Land! What do salt people want the most? Restore their free identity and no longer be bound by the salt household registration! Having food, clothes to wear, and money to spend, such days are a luxury for them.

"Today, we will attack Dingxi, take down Dingxi, and defeat the Tartars inside. We can rescue the thousands of salt people inside and rescue the big families near Dingxi who are bullied by landlords and wealthy people. Everyone said, what should we do?"

"Kill the Tartars, seize the salt field, kill the big families, and save the compatriots!" Tang He shouted at the bottom.

"Kill the Tartars, seize the salt field, kill the big families, and save the compatriots!" The thousand spears below stabbed into the sky at the same time, as if they were about to pierce a hole in the sky. Let the people who were already dying under the Tartars' squeeze can see the light.

"Okay, bring them up!" Zhang Yang shouted.

The first person to come up were four prisoners with their heads covered, and just looking at their thick bodies and the long hair on their chests, you can tell that these people were all Mongolian Tartars. They were captured while attacking the Killing Port and brought here.

After taking off their blindfolds, they saw the light. Suddenly, they could not see the situation below. They saw a group of people looking at them.

"Ph! Fourth class." One of them was still cursing. Although they were already prisoners of the ranks, they could not hide the inherent viciousness.

Following up were two staggering people, their legs trembling as they walked, as if they knew what fate would be waiting for them.

These two people are the commander of Baiju Salt Field and Si Cheng.

Behind them, there were one or two salt diced salt in the salt field.

"These people are the prisoners we captured in these times, including the Tartars, the salt dings of the salt farm, the commander of the salt farm and the Si Cheng. Today, let their blood come to sacrifice to our flags of war!" Zhang Yang said.

Sacrifice flag? The spearman below was shocked.

This is also a method of Zhang Yang. The soldiers of these two battalions were newly recruited. Many people probably had never even killed a chicken. When they went to the battlefield, saw blood, and saw dead people, would they be afraid? Let them adapt in advance first.

Several Mongolian Tartars seemed to know the ending. They had long been used to killing people and being killed, and they just glared at Zhang Yang.

And those salt diced and the old leaders of the salt farm were different. They never dreamed that Tsunari Yama of the salt farm, Zhang Jiusi, who usually greeted him with a smile and often gave gifts, would transform himself into a tied place and beheaded?

They were like chickens pecking at the food, and kept kowtowing: "Brother Zhang, no, Brother Zhang, no, Master Zhang, just let me go. I have old people above and young people below. We have no grudges in the past and no grudges in the near future. I will give you as much money as you want. Please let us go!"

Zhang Yang was unmoved at all, and the knife was resting on his neck. He was a hero. You shouted: "The head fell off, and it was just a big scar. Eighteen years later, he is another hero." What's the use of begging for mercy now? So many people are waiting, and you still pointed at me and let you go? It's so stupid.

"Everyone said, what should we do with the Tartars?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Kill them all!"

"What should we do with the imperial officials riding above our heads, the seventh and eighth rank officials in the salt field?"

"Kill them!"

"What should we do with all kinds of armed forces, salt dicks and others who serve the imperial court and serve tigers?"

"Kill them!"

"Okay, come here, sacrifice the flag!" Zhang Yang shouted.

"I don't want to die!" The commander completely collapsed.

A team of musketeers came up below, holding the Tianque guns and pressing them behind the heads of these people.

"start!"

"Bang, bang." With the sound of the muskets, flowers bloomed on the heads of the prisoners, blood flowed out, and their bodies fell and gradually became cold.

Looking at the fallen prisoners, Zhang Yang flashed a sneer, you can rest in peace, I did not let you die without a complete body, you are also the first prisoners in this world to be shot.

Looking at these people, the soldiers below all opened their eyes wide. The Tartars who usually do evil things finally got the consequences they deserved. A few people who wanted to vomit were covered their mouths, afraid of being seen by others. It was normal to have such a reaction when they saw a dead person for the first time. When they truly adapted to the battlefield, they could still sleep even if they were lying among the dead.
Chapter completed!