Coming out of Andingmen, Liu Hong gradually walked all the way to the southeast, he planned to touch the rear of the peasant army to check the terrain first, and then act at the opportunity.

Outside Anding Gate is a dilapidated village called Baiyang Village, the reason why it is called a dilapidated village is because when Liu Hong gradually passed through the village, he didn't see a living person, the air was filled with a foul smell, of course he graduated from medical school knew what the smell was - the smell of corpses, it seems that history is true, the plague at the end of the Ming Dynasty was really rampant, Liu Hong gradually covered his face with his sleeves, and dragged a spear through the uninhabited village quickly.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the peasant army has always played a strange role, although they are numerous, but the combat effectiveness is very low, the army known as 500,000, the most that can really fight is 200,000, the rest are mostly poor and weak old and young and women, yes, yes, the peasant army is dragging their families to fight, what seven aunts and aunts are following the army to fight (flee) all over the country.

At the beginning, it was common for thousands of Ming troops to chase tens of thousands of peasant troops to fight them, and Comrade Li Zicheng was also beaten many times, and only a few people remained. As a result, the flat-headed people who were not well fed and clothed flocked to the country, the peasant army made a comeback, and almost all the places in the northwest that were perennially dry were refugees, and Li Zicheng never lacked soldiers.

However, the plague spread very rapidly, by 1644, it had spread to the capital area, the villages around Beijing were ten rooms and nine empty, no one was restrained, because those who dared to converge were dead, and even some large families were killed, and there were greedy people who went in to loot money, but they did not wait to go out and have fallen, the ferocity of the plague can be seen.

The defenders of Beijing also suffered heavy casualties, more than 200,000 Beijing troops were killed and wounded, only more than 50,000 weak soldiers remained, and tens of thousands of military horses also suffered, so that the Ming defenders could only defend Beijing and sit and wait to be killed, while Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong put the Ming Dynasty on the stove, burning, killing and looting, unscrupulous.

Liu Hong gradually crouched a few hundred meters away from Li Zicheng's army, and a row of sergeants in the distance stood lazily on the guard, they were not worried about the sneak attack of the Ming army, the war horses were killed and wounded, and the defenders in Beijing had lost their ability to fight in the field.

Took out a piece of hard flatbread from the body, the flatbread can be stored for a long time after drying, it is a necessary military food for the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty when they march long and quickly, Liu Hong gradually took a piece of dry food by the way when receiving equipment from the military department, carefully broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, hiss - really hard enough! Liu Hong gradually covered his aching teeth and took a sip of water.

Less leaning, two carriages from the camp slowly coming, the carriage with a coarse cloth covered with something, out of the camp after turning right, Liu Hong gradually saw the tail of the carriage neat big feet, the feet are bare, the sun shines very dazzling, think that the peasant army is also deeply affected by the plague, Li Zicheng is really ruthless, people are dead and the clothes are stripped, Liu Hong gradually slandered.

He is a full man who does not know that a hungry man is hungry, it is now early spring, the weather has not warmed up, even if hundreds of thousands of peasant troops can loot everywhere, but at the end of the Ming Dynasty, almost all the people were in a state of dying without food and clothing, and where did they grab so much clothing, money and food.

In recent years, there has been a severe drought in the north, although for some reason the day before yesterday there was a sudden lightning and thunder, and heavy rain fell from the sky, which alleviated the drought for many days, but because many nearby villages were almost dead, and no one collected the corpses, after the heavy rain, the epidemic became more serious.

One or two carriages would come out of the barracks every half hour, and Liu Hongjian roughly estimated that at this rate, there would be no need to fight, and Li Zicheng's army would have no one to fight in six months, but Beijing might have been an empty city at that time.

Liu Hong gradually lay down in the grass for a long time, and it was not until dusk that he moved his stiff body and slowly ran in the direction of the carriage.

After walking for about ten minutes, three miles away from the camp, I was greeted by piles of mounds of earth, each with a flag symbolizing the peasant army, and several half-dug earth pits, presumably prepared for the next corpses.

After a while, two more cars came in the distance, and seeing this, Liu Hong hurriedly knelt in front of a mound of dirt and cried.

"Uncle Cousin, why did you leave like this! How can you let a white-haired person send a black-haired person, no, how can you let a black-haired person send a white-haired person! ”

"What's going on? Who's crying there? The groom, who was leading the horse, looked back and asked.

"Hurry up, let's go and have a look." The soldiers in the back squad sighed.

As the sun sets, the sun shines on the rows of corpses, which is particularly dazzling, as long as there is food to eat, the people will not rebel, the people of China are the best to feed, but the problem is not enough, alas! This damn famine, this damn war!.

"Big brother, which battalion is it from? Why did you come here to cry? A middle-aged militiaman with a simple face and a Henan accent patted Liu Hongjian on the shoulder and asked with concern.

"Ahh My cousin," Liu Hong gradually cried more sadly, and cried while hammering the ground with both hands to show the grief in his heart.

"But his relatives are dead? Alas! A few days ago, my little nephew also had a plague and left, and my old Li family was about to break off...... "Speaking of sadness, a honest man of about forty actually sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Liu Hong was dumbfounded, how can you cry when you cry, steal the show! Before Liu Hong could react, the militia accompanying him greeted him.

"I said Lao Li, what are you crying about? Whoever hasn't died of illness yet, hurry up and help the handle, bury these corpses and go back to the errand! The leading soldier shouted as usual.

The honest man stood up in response, patted Liu Hongjian on the shoulder, picked up a shovel and began to dig a pit.

"Young man, which of your lords are you, and why did you come here alone?" The militia leader saw that his subordinates were working hard, so he began to be lazy and went straight to Liu Hongji.

"Back to the big ones, the little ones... The little surname is Zhang, the little name is Zhang Ergouzi, the family has died of the plague, only my cousin and I are left to rely on each other, I have been following my cousin to go north and south, and now he is ...... He also got the plague and left me, and now... Now I'm the only one left......" Liu Hongjian said again, and he was ready to start performing.

"I haven't joined the army yet, how old are you this year?" When Liu Hong was almost crying, the leader waved his hand to stop the improvised performance of the two dogs.

"The little one is just over fifteen this year!"

"Huh? It doesn't look like it, so it's small! Li Zicheng stipulated that men who followed the army must join the army to fight when they are over the age of 15, how dangerous it is to fight, and the peasants are not stupid, and many people hide their age and eat and drink in the rear of the barracks.

"Back to my lord, the little one is really just over fifteen this year, but I'm a little anxious, I don't believe you asked my cousin! Uncle cousin, ah! Cousin, why are you leaving! Leave me alone......" Seeing that the militia leader frowned, Liu Hong gradually scolded for trouble, this ancient person is not easy to fool!

"Okay, okay, don't cry ball, follow me in the future, as long as you work hard, you will have food, come and work!"

The sky was getting dark, Liu Hong gradually carried a spear in his left hand, and followed the carriage into the barracks with a shovel in his right hand, originally thinking that one more person would be interrogated, but the soldiers on duty didn't look at him, and even covered his nose and turned around like seeing the plague god, which made Liu Hong gradually see the loose guard of the peasant army and breathe a sigh of relief.

Along the way, the honest man introduced his work to him, the man was called Wang Dazhui, a native of Henan, when Li Zicheng passed through Henan, the hungry and desperate Wang Dazhui joined the peasant army, but because of his clumsiness, he was finally assigned to the logistics army, their only job at present is to bury the dead, and deal with the dead bodies infected with the plague every day, and they can't help but be treated the worst, and they are not welcomed, and the other people in the barracks are hiding when they see them, the reason is very simple, they are afraid of being infected, In fact, several of the peasant soldiers who buried the bodies with him had already died.

When it was time to eat, Liu Hong gradually followed behind Wang Dazhui, observing which one was the handsome tent as he walked.

"Brother Sledgehammer, which one is the handsome account of Lord Chuang Wang?" Liu Hong asked cautiously.

"In Beitou, what's going on, let me tell you, you must run fast when you get food, otherwise you won't have anything to eat." Wang Dazhui said as he walked.

"What?" As soon as the gong sounded in front, Liu Hong gradually didn't have time to ask, Wang Dazhui's blessed body rushed towards the Huotou Army like an arrow off the string, and he couldn't see the usual limping appearance at all, Liu Hong gradually followed Wang Dazhui to run towards the Huotou Army, and the soldiers around him also changed their loveless appearance, and rushed in one direction, sure enough, the people took food as the sky! Liu Hong gradually thought as he ran.

A moment later –

"I told you, you have to be fast, you kid is younger than me, why is it not as slow as a donkey!" Wang Da Hammer held two black steamed bun-like things in his hands, smelled them with some reluctance, and handed one out.

"Here you go, remember to grab it and give it back to me tomorrow!" Even if the simple Wang Dazhui can't eat enough, he still can't bear to watch the little comrades-in-arms he just met hungry.

Liu Hong gradually took the black steamed bun with gratitude, thinking to himself, no wonder this guy can still eat his body in such a difficult environment, he is really talented!

The black steamed bun is very unpalatable, although his old Liu family is also very bitter, but how can he still drink a bowl of japonica rice porridge, what is this black steamed bun, and there is a limit of only two per person, Liu Hong gradually vomited after taking a bite, sand, bark, grass roots, wheat bran, well, there should be sweet potatoes, what the hell is this, while spitting and chattering.

"Alas! Boy, what are you doing, I worked hard to grab it, you don't eat it and give it back to me, don't waste it! Seeing that Liu Hongjian was violently destroying the heavens, Wang Dazhui suddenly became anxious.

"Brother Sledgehammer, what are you doing? I was choked up just now, and I said I'd pay you back tomorrow, hey- it's mine...... My ......"