Chapter 16 Guanning deserters and corn paste

Before sending a team to ease refugees, the first thing to do is to count the supplies first.

The supplies were said to have been teleported, but Xie Tiankong didn't see them at all. He sent someone to search inside and outside the main castle, and soon found an underground warehouse hidden inside the castle. When he opened it, he saw that there was a pile of various supplies.

The grain accounts for the majority of these materials, with a total of 150 tons, of which 100 tons of coarse grains and fifty tons of fine grains.

Fine grains are rice and white flour, each accounting for half, while coarse grains are mainly yu rice noodles.

Naturally, the rice noodles are left for the soldiers under his command, so let the yu rice noodles be left for the refugees to eat.

Xie Tiankong first carried more than a dozen bags of yu rice noodles outside, preparing to serve porridge tomorrow, and then began to count the weapons.

One hundred standard spears, fifty flintlock rifles and corresponding bullets were placed there neatly.

The spear is more than three meters long, and the spear rod is strong and tough. The spearhead is a good steel spearhead. Although it is an equipment for cannon fodder, it is still of good quality. You can imagine that countless such spears form dense arrays of spears. It is absolutely easy to use when facing the head, and it is much more affordable than swords and shields.

The flintlock rifle was even more satisfying to Xie Tiankong. Although it is an antique-level weapon, the craftsmanship is real modern craftsmanship. The barrel material is very good, and it is comparable to modern automatic rifles. Even if there are thousands of rounds, it is probably fine. The design of the gun body is simplified to the greatest extent, making these flintlock rifles very simple to make. Each flintlock rifle is also equipped with a bayonet. Because the gun body is very long, it is also very powerful for close combat. The bullet is round steel beans the size of raw rice. The fire is installed in a cardboard tube. A paper tube is about an inch long and the thickness of the little finger. The fire inside is just enough for one strike. The cardboard tube is sealed with oil paper and opened as soon as it is torn. A pair of twenty cardboard tubes can be hung around the waist or in front of the waist like a bullet belt, which is extremely convenient to use.

Xie Tiankong counted the muskets and nodded with satisfaction. In this way, the plan for the violent soldiers will officially begin, but before this, the morale of the team needs to be boosted and sent a message.

Xie Tiankong went to Wang Santong: "Call the soldiers into the hall, I want to speak."

He turned around and said to Fan Wenjin, "Brother Fan, come too."

Soon more than a hundred people gathered in the lobby on the first floor of the castle. Xie Tiankong stood on the stairs and looked at the calm faces below. He was a little nervous, but as soon as he opened his mouth, this nervousness disappeared.

"Brothers, I don't know where you come from. I don't know most of you. However, this does not prevent us from sharing weal and woe and building a career in the future. Everyone knows what we are going to do in this world. If it goes well, it's no problem to be king and dominate. If it doesn't go well, you may be defeated and killed. Therefore, from now on, we must work together to achieve a career. I don't say anything about it. If one day I can achieve imperial hegemony, I will definitely not treat everyone badly. At least everyone will be awarded a general and a marquis or something."

The soldiers gradually felt excited when they heard this. It seemed that although they had brainwashed training, they could not completely forget things like fame and fortune.

Of course Xie Tiankong would not be so generous. In his opinion, it would be many years since he became king and emperor. I don’t know how many of these hundred people could survive during this period. Although these soldiers learned advanced martial arts, they only learned more than half a year because they were learning them late. Although they were much more powerful than ordinary soldiers, they were still a little different from real generals. Therefore, it is normal to die most of them in the process of conquering the world. Even the remaining few people would not be much in the reward. However, the effect of saying this is obviously very obvious. The soldiers were very high in morale. Even Wang Santong and Fan Wenjin were all very moved. The soldiers could be named General Marquis. They could at least be prime ministers and generals. Of course, these things would have to be things after conquering the world.

The next day, Xie Tiankong sent these people out, divided them into three teams, and went to various intersections. At the same time, Manager Wang built a porridge shed, preparing to officially start recruiting refugees.

Three days later:

In the scorching sun, a team of refugees with hundreds of people were walking along the rugged path. There were NV people and children in the team, but there were more young and middle-aged men, while there were almost no elderly people.

This is not difficult to understand. After all, most of the elderly are attached to their hometowns. They are not as good as they are old and they live almost the same. If they can stay away from home, they will never leave home. Ye Luo returns to their roots and dies at their own home even if they die. Besides, what if they can escape for a while? They will die soon.

Only these people who still have a glimmer of hope for life chose to seek repayment. Although they were fleeing famine, this team obviously had no purpose. They walked forward in a daze, but didn't know where they would go. Most refugees in this era were the same. Most of the ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty were bound to the land for many years, and it was difficult to have the opportunity to travel around. Once they fled famine, they would naturally take one step at a time like a flies. I hope that one day they would suddenly walk to a place where people can survive. If they had no food to eat, the outcome would usually be very miserable.

Zhang Biao is one of the team. He walked in front of the team and looked faintly like the leader of the team. In fact, he was not a refugee, but a deserter of the Guanning Army. Since Shanhaiguan was breached, he has fled south and fought with the Later Jin Dynasty for many years. Although he had not won several battles, his ability to escape was trained.

Originally, when they were dispersed, some people chose to surrender to the Later Jin Dynasty, and some people chose to go to join Li Zicheng, and even encouraged Zhang Biao to go with him. However, Zhang Biao was not optimistic about Li Zicheng. When the Guanning Army was not dispersed, they were transferred to the Pass to suppress the rebellion. If the Guanning Army could not defeat the Later Jin Dynasty, it would be as easy as fighting a rabbit. It would be as easy as catching a rabbit. In just a few seconds, the riotous army of more than 100,000 peasant soldiers were divided. If Li Zicheng had not been able to run away, it would have been better than the Guanning Army, so it would have been impossible to say that Dashun is now. But things in the world were unpredictable. The peasant army, which was chased by rabbits, has now become the Dashun country, and the Guanning Army has become yesterday's yellow huā. It turns out that the world is really cold.

However, although the Shun Army was very fierce and Zhang Biao had no strategy, he still had some knowledge. The peasant army could not defeat the Guanning Army and now it has been upgraded to the Dashun Army. It is probably similar to the Guanning Army at most, but the Guanning Army could not defeat the Later Jin Dynasty, so it would definitely not be better to defect to Dashun.

If he had not defected to Hou Jin, he would have to shave his head. Since he didn't want to shave his head, he chose to escape. He fled all the way south and fled to the Shandong territory. He originally planned to escape to the south, but unfortunately his plan made some mistakes. He originally thought that Shandong should be relatively peaceful no matter what, and he would not have nothing to eat along the way. However, he did not expect that Shandong's territory is even more luàn than Hebei. He didn't find anything to eat for several days and fainted on the side of the road. If it weren't for being rescued by someone, it would have become a pile of dead bones now.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at a young man who was carrying a load in the front team.

It was this kid who gave him a steamed bun, and he stood up again with one foot in the ghost gate. Zhang Biao was not a good person. He had been in the army for ten years and had never seen any dirty things. Killing and setting fires were commonplace. However, he could not do such things as gratitude and revenge. Besides, he also needed an identity, so he became the nominal leader of this refugee team with some knowledge he had learned in the Guanning army.

"Brother Zhang, there seems to be someone in front of you." Li Asheng ran over nervously. No wonder he was nervous. He was in a deserted world these days, and he had met bad people at some point. Any time there was a little disturbance along the way, the refugees were so nervous.

Zhang Biao nodded with a calm face, ran a few steps to the front of the team. The team had stopped, as if they could not grasp the safety of the future. Du Mu looked ahead blankly, and there was a flagpole on the ground not far ahead, guarding more than a dozen soldiers in armor.

It was the officers and soldiers Zhang Biao who suddenly fell in his heart. In this era, officers and soldiers are even more terrifying than bandits. Bandits are nothing more than seeking wealth. In addition, they are local to the locals, and there are fewer disturbing this team of refugees who are not well-off, but the officers and soldiers are different. Even if there is nothing, men can cut off their heads to report military merits, or directly carry them to the army to block cannon fodder, and drag them into the military camp to waste them, otherwise they will be sold to human traffickers for money, which can be said to be done with all kinds of evil.

Zhang Biao himself had done something to kill good people before, so he had no hope for the officers and soldiers' guards. Therefore, when he saw those soldiers wearing good armor, he immediately became nervous.

But it seems unlikely that he would want to run away. If it were him, it would be fine. Such a team would be unable to run away even if they were with their families.

"Brother Zhang, what should we do?" Li Asheng also followed from behind the team, looking at the officers and soldiers in front of him with horror.

Zhang Biao held the hilt of the knife at his waist nervously. This steel knife was the only property he brought out of the army and his last reliance. "You wait here, I'll go up and ask."

After saying that, Zhang Biao stepped towards the sentry in front.

The closer he got, the clearer he saw, he was surprised by the team in front of him. These people were wearing fine armor. Although their shapes were strange, they definitely did not look cheap. Judging from his years of experience in the army, their defense was definitely not bad.

Moreover, these soldiers gave him the feeling that they were very fierce. As the saying goes, they had to practice qi and spirit. These people had a cold light in their eyes. Although they were standing or sitting one by one, they were scattered in groups, they gave people the feeling that they could fight at any time.

He recognized the words on the flag, but the words "Push" were two words. In the past, when the Guanning Army fought against the peasant army, he also had such a flag in front of the army, and he knew the meaning.

There are still some small words to dismount when the two words "Take Fu" are dismounted, so he can't recognize this, but he can guess it at all.

Could it be that these people were officers and soldiers sent by the court to recruit refugees? It is impossible. When will the court care about the lives and death of the people who drafted the head, or were sent by the Dashun Army? No, those poor people do not have such good equipment.

Zhang Biao thought about it for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he had to go up and ask.

"I dare to ask a few military officials, what's going on here?"

A strong man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist walked out of the awning, "Are you refugees who fled to famine?"

Zhang Biao nodded hesitantly. This was obviously obvious. The man's accent was a bit strange, and it sounded like the accent of a man from the north.

The man nodded and grinned when he saw Zhang Biao, "That's what you're lucky. Our master is a great charity. When he sees refugees everywhere, he can't stand it. He set up a porridge shed outside the villa to serve porridge, and eat two meals a day. If you want to eat, hurry up and go along the road ten miles east. And if you want to stay, our master will take it in, just to build roads, forts and open wastelands. As long as you are willing to put in your efforts, not to mention how much money it costs, at least you can eat a full meal."

Zhang Biao was half-believing and half-doubted, thinking that this army was building a wasteland and building a road? It was true or false, but it would be nice if there was a porridge-dense shed that could eat. When he went back to talk to the people in the team, everyone's eyes shone brightly when they heard it.

Although the refugee team brought all the food they could eat, digging wild vegetables and rats along the way, all the ways were exhausted, the food stocks still decreased day by day. If it weren't for Zhang Biao's suppression, someone would have snatched food by force. If there was no supply, the team would probably collapse for ten or eight days at most.

Therefore, when I heard that someone was serving porridge, I didn’t care about it so much, and they all shouted and went there quickly.

Although Zhang Biao was still a little confused, he knew that there was no other choice at this time, so the team set off again.

After walking for a long time, I saw a place where refugees gathered. There were many shacks densely packed. There were still quite a few people. But inward, there was a large square with a wide terrain. The square was opposite a city wall more than 10 meter high. Dozens of large pots were built with bricks near the city wall, and yellow things were burning inside.

"It's corn paste soup." Zhang Biao heard someone shouting in the team. Sure enough, a unique aroma of corn was floating in the air, causing Zhang Biao, who had eaten dry food for several days, to drool.

There was a long line in front of each big pot. Zhang Biao estimated that there were at least thousands of people, and there were so many people. Zhang Biao was secretly surprised, but although there were many people, they were not at all. He held celadon bowls and waited to receive the porridge.

Zhang Biao was a little strange at first, but after a little observation, he understood the origin of order. There were dozens of Min Yongs holding guns around the cauldron who were maintaining order. This was nothing. There were still many archers standing on the city wall.

There were also some corpses with arrow feathers on their bodies on the threshing ground, with more than ten people. Obviously, this was the end of not following the order.

There was a burst of sāluàn in the team. Obviously, when I saw the corn paste soup, I was eager to go up to get the porridge. I suddenly squeezed the people in the queue in front of me. Suddenly, a few arrows roared and landed at the feet of everyone. One of them was about one foot away and was about to land on Zhang Biao's feet.

Zhang Biao was startled. Such archery skills were a bit scary. He hurriedly pulled the refugees back. The arrows just now were just warnings that if they were really going to come, these refugees without armor would probably be killed or injured in a moment.

Several Min Yongs ran over when he heard the arrows' business, "Are you here to get porridge? You have to understand the rules when you get porridge. When we come here, Master Xie said it is the rules. If you want to eat porridge, you should be honest with me. You can make a book and register before you can eat porridge."

Registering the book? Zhang Biao was stunned when he heard this. He thought to himself that these people might not look like ordinary landlords and squire.

"What, don't you?"

"I'm willing, absolutely willing. Wherever I go, we'll go." Several people in the team were anxious to drink porridge quickly said, and glared at Zhang Biao like a complaint. Zhang Biao sneered in his heart, but said nothing.

When everyone arrived at one side of the square, they saw several tables there, with all the pens, inkstones and papers on them. A middle-aged scholar wearing a Confucian robe sat there with a bitter face.

"Come on, check it out? Come one by one, and line up for me."

Under the education of the brave men, the refugees lined up like sheep. When they thought they could drink porridge immediately, no one wanted to resist. Zhang Biao was also beaten. Although he was angry, he didn't say anything. He could still tolerate this little thing.

One by one, it was Zhang Biao's turn soon.

"Name."

"Zhang Biao."

"age?"

“Thirty-three.”

"Do you have a home?"

"No."

"Can you read?"

Zhang Biao thought of the two words "录录" he saw before, and thought for a while and said, "Can you know a few."

The scholar unexpectedly looked up at him, "Okay, take this bowl and use this when you get the porridge."

Zhang Biao took a brand new white porcelain bowl and lined up with suspicion. Ordinary ordinary people may not understand the key, but he saw something strange. The people here are strange everywhere, which makes people feel a little confused.

No matter what the origin of these people are, corn paste is true. Zhang Biao received a bowl of it, and he didn't care about the heat. He blew it in three sips.

I had something in my stomach, and my heart suddenly became a little looser. However, two bowls of porridge a day are not a long-term event, so I still have to find a way.

Just as he was thinking, a Min Yong came over, "Hey, do you want to join the army?"
Chapter completed!