Ten years of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty.

Xiangyang Prefecture, outside Gucheng County.

It was mid summer, and the hot sun licked everything on the earth like a poisonous snake.

The fierce fighting lasted three days.

Due to the lack of siege equipment, more than 100000 rebel troops have been unable to break through the county, but suffered heavy casualties. The number of war and starvation has reached 20000.

There was a strong smell of blood and putrefaction in more than a dozen miles, which made the crows circling in the sky unwilling to leave for a long time.

"Ha ha!"

"The thief army retreated again."

With a burst of cheers from the defenders on the wall, countless ragged and barefoot young people outside the city flocked back.

More than a dozen leaders of the refugee army who watched the war in the distance were scolded angrily.

Under the city wall, in a puddle about ten feet away, a small "body" suddenly climbed up quickly

Qin Huan clubbed the stick in his hand. Ignoring the stain on his face, he hurried after the retreating army.

The refugee army just retreated to the side of the river a mile away, stopped, threw away their sticks and dung forks, and rushed into the river

After pouring a few mouthfuls of river water and washing away the stains on his body, Qin Yucai found an open space and collapsed on the ground wet.

Gasp.

As if he had exhausted all his strength.

His limbs trembled and his stomach growled. He didn't want to move. He let the hot sun bask on his body.

He estimated that he should be the most unlucky jumper.

He was not only reborn in the troubled times of the late Ming Dynasty, but also a refugee army under Zhang Xianzhong.

A 14-year-old beggar also called Qin Huan.

A cannon fodder used to fill the moat.

More than half a month ago.

Zhang Xianzhong, the eighth king, was defeated by Zuo Liangyu near Nanyang, coerced more than 100000 people and fled to Gucheng in a hurry.

The predecessor was originally a group of teenagers of the same age in Gucheng County, who lived a stable life by begging.

After Qin Huan was reborn, where would he like to go begging with a broken bowl every day?

It is also said that the rebel army of the eighth king has arrived in the north of the river and is crossing the river. He, who is familiar with the history of the late Ming Dynasty, decisively took his companions out of the city from the xiashuigou at night.

Decided to join the revolution and run for a future.

Who ever thought that he didn't even see the face of the eighth king? He just rewarded a bowl of porridge. The next day, he was driven to attack the city with a group of old and weak women and children.

Almost want to cry without tears.

Only on the first day, all his companions received boxed meals, and he barely survived until now by dressing to death and the ingenuity of modern people.

As a transgressor, he often reads historical novels. Of course, he is not willing to be only a dragon trap. He wants to be the protagonist.

I'd like to see the eight kings.

Tell him that he can read and use it to attack the city with a staff. It's really a waste and a waste of talent.

But he knew that he would be hacked to death by those Pro guards before he came to Zhang Xianzhong.

Those guys don't care if they can read words or not.

These days, he has already realized what human life is like grass, and he doesn't feel any aura of the protagonist.

If you knew this, you might as well eat in the county and wait for death. It's not too late to join after the eight kings attack the city.

Hasty!

……

Bang Bang

Just as Qin Huan was about to fall asleep, a gong sounded in the distance.

Hundreds of strong men carrying swords, surrounded by more than a dozen people in armor, came over, and the first one was still dressed in a big red cloak.

Followed by more than a dozen old men, pushing several unicycles, each with several large wooden barrels.

Bursts of rice fragrance came to the nostrils. There was no need to shout. The young people immediately got up and rushed up.

Qin Huan got up and pushed forward.

Don't you work hard for this bowl of rice porridge?

A burst of drinking, scolding and screaming, the noisy crowd finally quieted down and had a little order.

In a quarter of an hour.

Qin Huan received a bowl of porridge and a fist sized black lump. Thanks to hundreds of swordsmen, there was no crazy robbery.

Hearing the smell of the rice porridge, Qin Huan's throat wriggled a few times, his cheeks ached on both sides, and there was more saliva in his mouth.

Regardless of why there was one more black lump today, just two mouthfuls, he drank up the rice porridge and licked the soup stains in the bowl.

Then he felt his shriveled belly comfortably and quickly ate the rice ball in his hand.

Rice balls are actually made of wheat and rice bran with some wild vegetables. They are usually eaten by backbone members.

In previous lives, if anyone said this thing could be eaten, Qin Huan would definitely beat him. He didn't even recognize his mother.

But now, the more you chew, the more delicious and fragrant you chew, and you can't wait to chew your fingers together.

Just ate it all in a moment.

Licked his fingers, and then loosened the straw rope tied tightly around his waist.

I feel that my body has finally recovered some strength, and death is far away from me.

Bang bang!

Seeing that everyone had almost eaten, the big man knocked on the Gong a few times, and then shouted, "listen..."

"This is the last meal. Our rebel army has run out of food. If we can't attack it today, there will be no food tomorrow..."

"What?"

"How can we run out of food?"

"What can I do?"

There are at least 10000 young people left here. Most of them have women and children. They are in a hurry.

"What's the noise?"

"Shut up!"

"If you want to live, attack the city for me. There are plenty of food, gold, silver and women. If anyone dares to pretend to be dead and retreat later, there will be no amnesty!"

The big man in a red cloak was eight feet tall, a little thin, with a long beard under his jaw. When he saw it, he choked, pulled out the long knife at his waist, pointed to the far wall and shouted.

Hundreds of big men also pulled out their long knives one after another. Under the refraction of the hot sun, hundreds of cold shining fierce blades narrowed the eyes of the people around them.

Everyone was silent and knew that it was impossible not to work hard this time. They had to work hard to live for themselves and their families.

Qin Huan felt cool.

In the past three days, the real backbone of the rebel army did not go out, but drove them to attack the city. This time, it seems that they intend to do it themselves.

These heroes want to play in person. He agrees with both hands, but if he wants to pretend to be dead like before, he must be stabbed.

If you really want him to take a stick and climb a ladder to attack the city, with his physical quality and small physique, it is estimated that the probability of surviving is close to nothing.

For a time, the hurry was round and round. On a hot day, the whole body was as cool as falling into an ice hole.

Just about to move to the back quietly and prepare not to eat the bowl of rice of the eighth king, I saw more than a dozen young men squatting on the periphery, suddenly stood up and rushed to the distance.

But before long, a team of cavalry rushed out of the camp. Soon, more than a dozen bloody heads were thrown into the open space among the crowd.

"This is the end of not wanting to eat my bowl of rice!"

"Prepare to attack the city!"

A violent drink.

More than 10000 young people could no longer have any crooked thoughts. They grabbed the wooden weapons in their hands, picked up the ladder and stood up mechanically.

The hundreds of men with knives were divided into ten teams this time. Each team selected more than 1000 young men. It is obvious that they are really ready to do it themselves.

A hundred cavalry were wandering around.

Qin Huan saw that he was going to attack soon. He didn't grab a shield. He immediately panicked.

A bite.

He shouted at the leader wearing a red cloak, "king, I can read words and read books. I can manage money and food for the army in the future..."

"Ha ha!"

Everyone was very nervous. When Qin Huan shouted, everyone was stunned, and then burst out laughing.

"Little bastard!"

The little leader in charge of Qin Huan's team was furious and walked up quickly with a knife.

Qin Huan was so anxious that he couldn't care much about it. He quickly shouted, "king, you have a good plan to break the city."

"I really have a good plan to break the city. I can easily break the city..."

"Bring him over!"

The man in the red cloak was Zhang Xianzhong. Looking at the boy shouting ghosts more than ten feet away, he frowned and hesitated. He still ordered.

"Yes, adoptive father!"

A young man of about 20 years old promised and rushed up immediately.

"Boy, you're dead."

"Go!"

Seeing general Shao coming, the little leader didn't cut Qin Huan directly, but slapped Qin Huan on the back.

Qin Huan was beaten so badly that he almost lost his breath. However, his heart was relieved.

Just let him talk.