(This year is the Year of the Pig, so let's talk about the Year of the Pig...... Happy Year of the Pig! ）

Three days ago, Li Laosan heard the sound of cannons coming from overhead, and the dull whistle of the cannons when they crossed the sky, although it was a little muffled, but it was overwhelming.

Listen to the explosions one after another. Li Laosan seemed to have seen the houses in Tongguan City collapsing and on fire, and even saw corpses everywhere, because he could smell it from the smell wafting in the air. Smelled blood.

Eight years ago, since Li Laosan personally sent Zhang Yizong and Guo Mingchen, two righteous people, on the road, he washed his hands and sealed the knife, and since then, the Li family has no longer been on a red business! The unique skills of the Li family accumulated over hundreds of years can be regarded as lost in his generation.

However, he doesn't regret it, because this red difference is unbearable and uncomfortable. Kill those loyal ministers and righteous people, no matter how much silver you reward, you can't feel comfortable in your heart when you hold it in your hand.

The knife is sealed, and people are at ease.

Even though it has been almost eight years, he is no stranger to the smell of blood, as long as he breathes, he can smell the smell of blood in the air, which is the smell of human blood.

The taste of human blood is very special, the fishy smell of this blood is not as bad as sheep blood, not as light as ox blood, and not as bloody as pig blood, this is a very special taste, as long as you smell it once, you will never forget it.

"How many people have to die here!"

Li Laosan's heart was full of thoughts, and then he turned his face to look at the little girl sitting beside him, this was his granddaughter, her body was trembling, and her eyes were full of fear on her black and gray face.

Picking up his granddaughter's hand, Li Laosan gently held it in his hand.

There was another shrill whistling, followed by a deafening explosion, and the ground shook violently beneath his feet. From time to time, patches of mud fall from the wall!

This house is a bit old, and it should be rebuilt again......

It was at this time that he heard the sound of the gun, which came from a distance, and the sound of the gun came, which meant that the army of the Ming and Qing dynasties began to tear apart.

"Could it be that the Ming army has entered the city?"

At this moment, a thought that had been suppressed for many years flashed through his heart.

"If you can get out of your house today and kill a few Qing soldiers, it will be considered a shame for the Li family."

Li Laosan thought so in his heart, he looked at his granddaughter, and his granddaughter also looked at him, and after a while, his granddaughter said.

"Grandpa, isn't it, as long as the Ming army comes over, we will be Ming people?"

Li Laosan's question made Li Laosan stunned, and after a while, he said.

"Good granddaughter, you remember, no matter where we are, we are all Ming people, born to be Ming people, and dead are Ming ghosts!"

Yes!

When he said this, Li Laosan suddenly understood, he understood why that old show would die unexpectedly, why those scholars were willing to lose their heads, and why Zhang Yizong and Guo Mingchen, the two big masters, met in the south and died.

Just because of this sentence.

"Life is a person of the Ming Dynasty, death is the ghost of the Ming Dynasty!"

Reading these words, Li Laosan's hands trembled slightly, and he began to regret in his heart, regretting why he shaved his head as soon as his eyes were closed. even aided the abuse there, killing so many righteous people who didn't want to shave their heads.

"Hey, you damn old thing, why didn't you understand this truth until now, when did those Tartars treat the Han people as people?"

Babbling like this, Li Laosan let go of his granddaughter's hand, and then came to the back room, silently opened the suitcase, and at the bottom of the box, there was still a piece of clothing, which was red, this was the mandarin duck jacket handed down by the Li family for several generations, and the red armor was lying under the box.

"Originally, I was going to wait for the time to die, and put it in the coffin......"

muttering in his mouth and touching the red armor, looking at the cloth at the bottom of the box, he said while changing his clothes, this Han family's clothes are when he is ready to die, for longevity, this armor is also, and now, he put on the clothes and armor that he has not worn for many years, and then, he took out a wooden box from the box, after opening the box, there was a knife lying inside, this knife is the torture knife handed down by the Li family for several generations, specially cut off the head, the ancestor of the Li family back then, it was carrying this knife and standing outside the general's tent, If anyone dares to violate military law, then go down with a knife......

"That's the Li family's fault!"

With this in his mouth, Li Laosan picked up the knife and muttered.

"Today...... We're Ming people again! ”

"Grandpa......"

The little girl looked at her grandfather in armor and with a knife, her eyes were full of doubts, and the mother-in-law of the family looked at him and said nervously.

"He's big, you, what are you going to do? You, you're stupid......"

"You're a stupid!"

Li Laosan looked at his mother-in-law, and then muttered.

"Our Li family, originally from Luzhou, the ancestors followed Emperor Gao to raise troops against the Yuan, Hongwu moved to Tongguan in six years, and guarded the pass here for generations...... Back then, the ancestors of the Li family killed the Tartars, but now I came to my Li Laosan, but I became a Tartar slave, this knife, I don't know how many loyal and righteous people have been killed, even when I get to Jiuquan, I don't have the face to see the ancestors......"

Because the ground was so excited, that when Li Laosan was speaking, his gray beard was trembling from time to time, and finally he raised the knife, and then said with wide eyes.

"I have to kill two Tartars today, otherwise, our Li family will not want to raise their heads for generations!"

The woman who wanted to stop the man, looking at the man's appearance, she seemed to understand something, opened her mouth but didn't say anything more, and finally just looked at the man's background and silently wept.

When he walked out of the house with a big knife, smelling the smell of blood in the air, Li Laosan took a deep breath, and then looked up at the street entrance on the other side of the alley, where there was a sound of guns from time to time, and people could be vaguely seen.

It's a Tartar soldier!

Just when Li Laosan was walking towards that side with a knife, the courtyard gate on the side was opened, and the person who came out was carrying a pointed steel fork, wearing gray cloth clothes, and wearing a hat of the old Ming army on his head.

"Li Laosan, what are you going to do?"

"What are you doing?"

Looking at Zhao Pengfei, Li Laosan asked rhetorically.

"Lao Tzu is a soldier of the Ming Dynasty, of course he is going to kill the Tartars!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, then nodded and said.

"Yes, it's to kill the Tartars!"

Two people, two old men with gray hair and beards, just walked towards the alley with knives and forks. As they walked over, the two of them began to hum in their throats.

"The wind is from the dragon, the cloud is from the tiger, and the dust and earth are fame. Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren......"

Back then, their ancestors sang this "Song of Baked Cakes", marched north from Jiqing all the way to Dadu, expelled Meng Yuan, and restored the rivers and mountains of the Han family, perhaps, they forgot the glory that their ancestors had. They have sunk, they have bowed to other races, but at this time, they seem to have once again regained the courage left by their ancestors in the blood, and for thousands of years, it is this imprint that has been engraved into the bones that has allowed this nation to stand on this land.

"Look at the world, as much as you want, and make up for the defects of the Heavenly Dao. Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not for the lord......"

Just when the two were humming the "Song of Baked Cakes", someone followed and reconciled. Others also came out, many of them wearing somewhat shabby Ming military uniforms.

"Ninety-nine with a steel knife, kill all Hu'er before stopping. I am a dignified man, what is a Tartar as a horse and a cow. ”

At this time, more than a dozen people walked out of the house with knives and guns, and they drank this unfamiliar tune in their Qin tones, although they were of different ages, but everyone's expressions were very resolute. At this moment, they seemed to have regained the courage of their ancestors.

"A strong man drinks all the wine in the bowl, and he will not look back on the journey of a thousand miles......"

Li Laosan, who had already walked to the entrance of the alley, saw the Qing army hiding behind the chest wall on the street over there, and roared loudly with ecstasy in his eyes.

"Kill the Tartars......"

Before the sound fell, others had already rushed over, and the Qing soldiers over there didn't even react, even when they heard the movement behind them, they just looked blankly at the falling knives and the guns that stabbed them, and when the knives fell, the head of a Qing soldier was cut off.

"Kill the Tartar ......"

Zhao Pengfei, who was holding a steel fork, suddenly stabbed the steel fork into the chest of the Qing army, and when he pierced the other party's chest, he laughed and grinned.

I killed a Tartar......

The moment the sound sounded, Zhao Pengfei only felt as if his body had been hit by something, and the person fell down softly, but there was a smile on his face. Lying on the ground, he smiled at the sky, with a hint of calmness in his expression. But more of the serenity, it seems that this is exactly what he wants.

What's going on?

On the other side, the attacking Ming army was startled by the changes in the rear of the Qing army's position, so that they did not react.

Where did those people kill them?

After a moment of shock, they still seized the opportunity to rush over immediately, when they rushed to the side of the breastwork, the battle behind the breastwork was also approaching the end, Li Laosan, who was holding a big knife in his hand, raised the knife vigorously, and slashed at the Qing army in front of him, but the knife missed, so that the other party blocked, and then two bayonets stabbed his body from the left and right, but those Qing troops were not in a hurry to rejoice, they were knocked to the ground by the Ming army who rushed up with a bullet, and the Ming army who jumped over the breastwork immediately held a bayonet to kill the Qing army, but it was just a face, He stabbed the remaining dozen Qing soldiers to the ground.

Looking at the Ming army that came over, and watching them shout to kill the Qing army, Li Laosan, who was still holding a knife, had weak legs, and the strength in his body had disappeared, so he knelt down like this, he barely supported his body with the knife, and he did not fall directly to the ground. Then he looked at the Ming army beside him. He grinned, and when he smiled, his heart finally calmed down, and the guilt that had been buried in his heart for many years finally faded at this moment.

For so many years, his heart has been haunted by that guilt. In his dreams, he always dreamed of those loyal and righteous men who died at his hands, and he woke up in nightmares many times.

Now, at a time when life is slowly disappearing. He was relieved. I also calmed down and looked at my neighbor who had lost his life. He sang again.

"Ninety-nine with a steel knife...... Kill ...... Hu Er...... before stopping...... I'm ...... Manly ...... What is a Tartar for a horse and a cow......

Muttering in his mouth, Li Laosan knelt there, blood gushing out from between his lips, and although his voice had become hoarse, he still held his body to prevent himself from falling. There they were humming.

Looking at the old man kneeling there, supporting his body with a knife, looking at the corpses on the ground, the corpses of more than a dozen civilians, Su Bingfang's eyes were a little puzzled, he looked at the old man whose life was gradually passing, and listened to his muttering, so he leaned over and wanted to hear what he was saying.

“…… The crowd roared...... Not broken...... Huanglong ...... Oath...... ...... endlessly"

After singing this song, the knife fell off his hand, and the person also fell, and when he fell, Li Laosan looked at the Ming army beside him with a smile on his face......

"I, I'm a Ming ......"

I'm a Ming person!

Even though his voice was not loud, and although the words that came to his ears were a little hoarse, he could hear what he was saying. Look at the old man who has fallen. An inexplicable emotion was touched in his heart.

"I'm a Ming ......"

Reading this sentence silently, Su Bing placed it next to the corpse, and the words that the teacher wrote on the blackboard when he was in social studies came to his mind.

"I'm a Ming man."

This was his first lesson in social studies, and it was at that time that he learned what a state was. I know who I am.

However, that moment was far less touching than the old man he saw at this time.

"All of them, assemble."

Under the order of the platoon commander, Su Bingfang and his brothers gathered in a line on the street. All the brothers looked at the corpses on the ground.

"The brothers have seen it, and they can be said to be an example for us."

The platoon commander looked at the corpse on the ground and sighed.

"If the people of the whole world are like them, how can those slaves occupy my Ming dynasty. Now listen to me. ”

"Stand upright! Salute! ”

With the order of the platoon commander, everyone raised the infantry guns in their hands at the same time and saluted the corpses of the righteous people on the ground.

At this moment, the streets seemed silent. They just looked at the corpses on the ground in silence.

If the people of the whole world were like them, perhaps, those Tartars would have been driven out of the Ming Dynasty a long time ago. How many loyal and righteous men are like this?

After a long time, they drove the streets, and as they left, they carried the corpses on the ground to the side of the road.

Then he wrote the words "Daming Tongguan 18 righteous people" with a pen, they need to tell others, what kind of people are such people, they are all righteous people of Daming.

As he was leaving, Su Bingfang glanced back at the corpses of the righteous soldiers covered with cloths, and then silently performed a military salute again before leaving here with the brothers.