() Wang Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, has a poem: The desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets on the long river. The word "straight" and "round" can be said to describe the magnificent scene of the desert at sunset and dusk.

In fact, the sunset on the prairie is also magnificent, but when I see a red sunset hanging above the horizon, the endless autumn grass is dyed blood red, and the calm little black river surface is sparkling and scaly, like a golden snake dancing.

Bansheng Castle was built on a south-facing hillside near the Xiaohei River, and although the houses were low, they were neat and tidy, and it was clearly planned before construction.

At this hour, the smoke was curling over Bansheng City, and the residents were obviously cooking dinner, but most of the people living in these smoking houses were Han people who took the initiative to come to take refuge, and those captive Han slaves did not have this kind of treatment, they were still working in the wheat fields at the moment, and they could not go home to rest until it was dark.

Not only did the slaves have to do the hardest, most tiring, and dirtiest work, but they also worked for long hours, and even had to hand over the food they produced, and could only receive one piece of food a day that could barely sustain their lives.

The Hermes-Epitek who took refuge were much more generous, not only could they be assigned a separate house to live in, but they only had to hand over half of the grain, and the remaining half could be kept for themselves. The soil here in Fengzhou River is fertile, the water and grass are abundant, the grain yield is very good, and the rest after handing over half is not only enough for the family, but also has a surplus, so it has attracted many border people from the Ming Dynasty to come to take refuge.

Seeing that the sun was about to sink into the horizon, there were still thousands of Han slaves working in the wheat fields braving the bitter cold wind. In order to prevent the Han slaves from escaping at dusk, the Tartars and the White Lotus cultists, who were in charge of overseeing the work, rode around, while scolding the Han slaves to speed up their movements and bundle up the harvested wheat and transport it back to the city. At this time, there was no threshing machine or anything, and the wheat was transported home with wheat straw and then threshed manually, which was very laborious.

At this moment, an elderly Hannu carried a large bundle of wheat up the field stalks, and walked towards the cart with heavy steps, but only after two steps he fell to the ground, and collapsed there with a pale face and panting.

"Old Liu, you're fucking pretending to be dead again, aren't you?" A White Lotus cultist in charge of overseeing the work immediately stepped forward and scolded, and invariably said that a horsewhip was whipped on the body of the fallen Han Nu, drawing a terrifying blood mark on the spot.

Old Liu Tou snorted and struggled to stand up, but the overseer probably thought he was slow, and the horsewhip struck his head and face, and scolded while pumping back: "Waste, only eat and don't work, and it is a waste of food to keep you!" ”

Old Liu Tou was beaten and curled up in a ball and begged for mercy, when a very tall Hannu rushed over, grabbed the overseer's whip with quick eyes, and glared at the overseer.

The overseer was stunned for a moment, continued to look gloomy, and said in a gloomy voice: "Liu Dali, don't meddle with your kid!" ”

This Han Nu named Liu Dali is about twenty-four or five years old, estimated to be close to one meter nine, looks very strong, has a well-defined face, is a person from Yulin, Shaanxi, usually makes a living by hunting, was captured by the Tartars when he went out hunting, this person has a lot of martial arts under his hands, so he is one of the objects of Zhao Development's teaching, but Liu Dali does not know what to do, and has always refused to join the White Lotus Sect.

At this time, Liu Dali glared at the overseer angrily and said, "Old Liu Tou has been feeling the wind and cold for the past few days, and he has not been well. ”

The overseer sneered, "So what? Do you have to work when you're sick? Besides, Liu Dali, you kid count the green onion, it's your turn to meddle in your affairs, get out of the way, otherwise you will clean it up together. ”

After the overseer finished speaking, he tried to pull the horsewhip back, but Liu Dali did not move, and showed a mocking color, the former was furious, and his left hand wanted to draw the knife, who knew that Liu Dali suddenly pulled the horsewhip, so the goods fell off the horse's back, and fell to death with a hungry dog in embarrassment, it is estimated that the leg was broken, and he screamed for a long time and couldn't get up.

"Liu Dali, you are looking for death!" Seeing this, the other nearby overseers immediately drew their weapons and rushed over.

Liu Dali's face changed slightly, he just wanted to teach the overseer a small lesson, but now it was a big trouble.

However, at this moment, in the twilight, there was a faint sound of thunder in the distance, and the ground was trembling slightly, but those who were used to staying on the grassland knew that it was not thunder at all, but the movement of the horses as they galloped.

The White Lotus Sect overseers who were rushing towards Liu Dali, as well as the Tartars, all subconsciously strangled their horses, and looked to the southeast, and the Han slaves working in the wheat fields also stopped their movements and raised their eyes curiously.

I saw that in the vast twilight, several headed horses finally appeared in sight, under the reflection of the last rays of the sunset, but I saw that the knight on the horse was wearing a hat, wearing a mandarin duck battle jacket, and a piece of black light was exposed on his back, I don't know what it was.

Immediately after that, more war horses appeared in the field of sight, and the knights immediately all wore mandarin duck battle jackets, and all of them were riding two horses. Those White Lotus overseers were stunned and their faces changed miserably, and some people trembled and screamed: "It's the Ming army, it's the Ming army!" ”

As if hearing the most terrifying words in the world, those White Lotus Sect overseers, as well as the Tartar overseers, hurriedly turned their horses' heads and fled for their lives towards Bansheng City in the distance.

Liu Dali's face was incredulous, he himself was a native of Yulin Town, an important town on the nine sides, and he had long been accustomed to the instigation of the border army, so at this time, he suddenly saw a Ming cavalry on the territory of the Tatars, he almost stared out of his eyes, and said to himself: "Lao Tzu is not dreaming, right?" The border army actually killed the Fengzhou River? ”

At this time, the White Lotus Sect overseer who broke his leg tried to get up and run over the back of the horse to escape for his life, Liu Dali's eyes flashed fiercely, and he decisively stepped forward and snatched the overseer's knife, and then slashed the latter with a knife, flew on the horse himself, raised his hand and shouted: "Folks, our Ming army is here, and those who want to go home follow me Liu Dali!" ”

There are nearly four or five thousand Han slaves, who have long been enslaved and miserable, and when they saw the Ming army appear, they were all very excited, and Liu Dali usually had a lot of prestige among the Han slaves, so he ascended to the heights, and almost all the Han slaves picked up a flat pole or sickle and surrounded them.

At this time, Qi Jingtong and Xie Erjian had already led two thousand elite soldiers of the Divine Machine Battalion to kill, and they were all stunned when they saw the thousands of Han slaves who were pressed by the black. Liu Dali stepped forward and said loudly: "General, we are all Han slaves who were captured by the Tartars, and we are willing to help the general kill the thief!" ”

Xie Erjian and Qi Jingtong were overjoyed, and the latter laughed and said: "It's good, but you don't need to help each other, just stay here and don't make trouble, and see how my Shenji Battalion kills the Tartars!" ”

Drive......

Xie Erjian and Qi Jingtong led the elite of the two thousand Divine Machine Battalion to roar past and rushed straight to the location of Bansheng City.

Liu Dali found out that this Ming army was only two or three thousand people, and he couldn't help but secretly smash his tongue, just such a few people dared to run to Fengzhou River, and their courage was really fat, but this Ming cavalry was really fucking well-equipped, and it was even a person with two horses, and the fiery thing on his back seemed to be very powerful.

Although Qi Jingtong asked everyone to stay where they were, out of curiosity, Liu Dali still beat his horse and followed behind the ass of the Shenji Battalion, and the thousands of Han slaves naturally followed.

Bansheng City had no walls, so the Shenji Battalion attacked it almost without any effort, plus it was a sudden attack, which instantly caught the Tartars and the White Lotus Sect off guard. Under the sound of gunfire like bursting beans, the hundred Tartar cavalry and thousands of White Lotus Cultists stationed here were quickly routed and scattered for their lives.

Half an hour later, the Shenji Battalion took control of the entire Bansheng City, after counting, a total of more than 400 people were killed, more than 200 people were captured (White Lotus Sect members), and the rest fled, as for those Han people who took the initiative to take refuge in Bansheng City, there were nearly 10,000 people, but these people were frightened when they saw the Ming army, and they dared to resist, except for a few who were scared away, most of them hid in their respective houses and did not dare to come out.

After seeing the terrifying combat effectiveness of the Shenji Battalion, Liu Dali was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue off, and then he understood why this cavalry of only 2,000 people dared to come to Fengzhou River to pick up the tiger's whiskers, tsk, with this strong combat effectiveness, coupled with the high mobility of one person and two horses, where to go!

"What's your name? Where are the people? Xie Erjian's question brought Liu Dali back to his senses, and he hurriedly replied: "Liu Dali, a grass farmer, a native of Yulin, Shaanxi, is a hunter in the mountains, and was captured here by the Tartars at the beginning of this year. ”

Xie Erjian had long noticed that this Liu Dali was very prestigious among the Han slaves, nodded and asked, "How many Han slaves are there here?" ”

"There are about 5,000 people, but there are more Han people who take refuge, and it is estimated that there are more than 10,000!" Liu Dali replied.

Xie Erjian said in a deep voice: "Liu Dali, I am the commander of the Shenji Battalion and the same knowledge Xie Erjian, and now appoint you as the leader of the five thousand Hannu, immediately help the officers and soldiers collect materials, and burn Bansheng City in an hour!" ”

"Okay, no problem!" Liu Dali patted his chest and replied loudly, and then ran to call on Hannu to help collect supplies.

There is no way, the manpower of the Shenji Battalion is limited, so they can only rely on these Han slaves, fortunately, these Han slaves were all taken captive and suffered inhuman abuse, so they hated the Tartars and the White Lotus Sect, and even those Han people who were treated preferentially, so these Han slaves were quite supportive and dependent on the Ming army, but there was no need to worry that they would not obey the command.

"Boss Xie, my subordinates led people to carefully check it a few times, and they didn't find the three backbones of the White Lotus Sect, Zhao, Sun Cai and Qiu Fu, but they caught Li Zixin!" A hundred households of the Shenji Battalion came to Xie Erjian and Qi Jingtong with a Taoist priest with a cloak and a cloak.

This Taoist priest is Zhao's uncle Li Zixin, and he can be regarded as the number two person in the White Lotus Sect.

Xie Erjian glanced at Li Zixin, who was dismantled in a cloak, and said decisively: "Cut it!" Fupin Chinese