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Since the Battle of Salhu, the situation of the Ming Dynasty in Liaodong has been bad and bad. Losing the city and land, the Jiannu captured almost all of the Liaodong Peninsula.

Of course, this is not because of the weakness of the Ming Dynasty to Liaodong, as in the former Song Dynasty, repeatedly seeking peace. On the contrary, the imperial court never gave up its desire to recover the lost territory in Liaodong.

But no matter how the imperial court deployed troops, the countless generals and officials who were turning around in general could not recover the decline.

In the first year of the Apocalypse, the Houjin soldiers went straight to Shenyang, and Liaoxi was also in danger. By the time of the second year of the Apocalypse, the situation in Liaodong seemed to have deteriorated to the most difficult point.

In western Liaoning, 130,000 Ming troops were destroyed, and more than 40 cities were captured by Jiannu.

Everyone talked about the situation in Liaodong, all of them changed color, the morale of the army was exhausted, and the imperial court was also depressed.

However, even at such a time when it was most difficult, the entire land of Liaodong was not completely occupied by Jiannu.

There is still a place where there are still soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, and there is another place, like a firefly struggling in the darkness, rising and falling, but it is never extinguished.

That is, the general stationed at Lushunkou was Zhang Pan.

Zhang Pan is a native of Liaoyang, with a lot of family background, originally a child of a family, living a worry-free life, just like the arrangement of most children of the family, studying hard, waiting for the title of the gold list, the moment when the ancestors are glorious. Of course, like most legends, Zhang Pan begged for the truth of the sage book every day, but he couldn't hold back the heart to practice martial arts, and was reprimanded every time, but he still insisted secretly every time.

For that martial art, Zhang Pan may not be afraid that it will become a vital reliance for him in the future.

In that year, Jianzhou Nurhachi rebelled and attacked Liaoyang, relying on his martial arts, Zhang Pan escaped and ascended to heaven. But Zhang Pan's parents, brothers and sisters, and more than a dozen members of the whole family were all killed in the military disaster, and all of them suffered hardships.

After this great change, Zhang Pan joined the army to take revenge and became Mao Wenlong's personal soldier. Later, Mao Wenlong sent troops to recover Zhenjiang, Zhang Pan made great contributions, after the Dongjiang River opened the town, Zhang Pan guarded Mayang Island with the position of the capital division, in July of the third year of the Apocalypse, Yuan Keli ordered Shen Yourong to send troops to the north to help Zhang Pan recover Jinzhou.

At that moment, the slave chiefs were terrified, and the momentum of the naval army was monstrous, so that Zhang Pan found an opportunity to recover Jinzhou.

At that moment when the whole territory of Liaodong was dark, Zhang Pan set foot on his homeland, defeated the enemy army, and recovered the lost land.

However, Golden State is isolated overseas, easy to attack and difficult to defend.

In addition, how can Jiannu tolerate the loss of the city and land?

Soon, Zhang Pan was forced to retreat to Mayang Island for Houjin. In October of the third year of the Apocalypse, Yuan Ke, the governor of Denglai, ordered to set up an ambush, set fire to the wind, and burned all the grain, and Zhang Pan took advantage of the situation to lead his troops to recover Fuzhou and Yongning.

For this reason, the Later Jin attacked Lushun guarded by more than 1,000 people with 3,000 soldiers, and Yuan Keli had expected the actions of the Jin people, so he gathered troops in advance to respond and fought fiercely at night, capturing and beheading countless people. Zhang Pan led the Ming army to set up an ambush in the city with a tired army, and beheaded the enemy's first thousand, and then the Jin army's equipment and guns were thrown away and ran. Zhang Pan won a complete victory, and was promoted to the position of guerrilla with this merit. The Jin people who were ambushed were defeated and returned home, becoming an unprecedented victory since the opening of Dongjiang Town.

It's a pity that the brilliance of the Ming Dynasty lies in the fact that there are brave and fearless righteous people who sacrifice their lives and forget their deaths. In the same way, it is also covered with dust and filthy officials, so that the loyal and righteous are let down.

In the first month of the fifth year of the Apocalypse, Yuan Keli had already left Denglai, and Mao Wenlong did not cooperate well with the new governor Wu Zhiwang, and could not get the help of soldiers, horses, money and food.

At the same time, Jiannu was keenly seized the opportunity.

For Jiannu, it was extremely difficult for them to tolerate the use of Han Chinese troops on the land of Liaodong.

They couldn't bear to have a city standing there, like a lighthouse, as if beckoning to tell those who had not forgotten their homeland that they still had hope of escaping.

So the Qing army came on a large scale.

At that time, the Jiannu soldiers immediately killed 10,000 soldiers. They had just defeated the main force of the Ming army, showing off their might and power, and there seemed to be no enemy they could not defeat.

But in Lushun, where there were only projectiles left in the entire territory of the Liaodong Peninsula, tens of thousands of Jiannu troops crashed headlong, their heads were bleeding, and the Qing army generals who were distressed by the dead and wounded saw that they couldn't do it, so they eased their breath and sent envoys to persuade them to surrender.

How could Zhang Pan, who had a blood feud with Jiannu, agree, and killed the envoy in anger to show his determination. The Qing army attacked again in anger, but was ambushed and defeated by Zhang Pan, who had long been expected.

Feeling such a fiasco, Nurhachi was shocked and raised his army again. In this battle, he sent three Baylors, and the main force of the Manchu Eight Banners in the headquarters was 6,000, and the rest of the miscellaneous soldiers were innumerable.

At this time, the contradiction between Mao Wenlong and the new governor of Denglai, Wu Zhiwang, gradually increased, and in the face of the Qing army, Zhang Pan of Lushunkou lost the supply in the rear.

In such a desperate situation, traitors lurked in the Han people of Liaodong who had just surrendered to the Ming army. These people should cooperate with the outside and open the city gate when the Qing army is coming, and put in the army.

The grief-stricken Zhang Pan led his troops to fight and fought to the end, but after all, because he was outnumbered, he died on the battlefield with Zhu Guochang, the deputy general who generously welcomed the enemy, and the horse leather shroud ended.

It's just that such a brave general is rarely known in the history of later generations.

Maybe it's compared to the death of a mere young general, Zhang Pan, there are too many people like this, and there are countless people with miserable backgrounds.

What's more, but after this battle, the turmoil in Dongjiang Town was even greater, until the Chongzhen period, Yuan Chonghuan killed Mao Wenlong, and Dongjiang Town became more and more weak, so that it ushered in the Dengzhou Rebellion, and such a battlefield that contained the Qing army on the Eastern Front completely disappeared.

After that, Jiannu entered the Kou Pass several times, and no longer had to worry about suddenly killing all the people behind him.

……

Now, exactly twenty years have passed.

The blood spilled on the mouth of Arthur seems to have long been forgotten, and no one seems to remember that there were countless imperial soldiers here who once held the last stronghold, like a light from the land in the storm, guiding the way home and illuminating hope.

"Therefore, the suffering of our generation will be swallowed in our stomachs. In the first battle of that year, he failed to kill all the Tartars. At the moment, what a slave and a maidservant, what a good way. Old man, I'm old, and I don't have the strength to lift the knife when I want to. The future is in you children, so I will tell you about it, and don't forget the past...... There is nothing to be ashamed of being subservient to slavery under swords, guns and clubs. But if you are a slave and be proud, and enjoy yourself when you have a taste, and you can't see others standing even if you are whipped and eat a blade, that is the greatest stupidity, the greatest evil, and the most incorruptible and shameful appearance! Kids, do you understand? An old man, dressed in a patched cotton coat, smiled at the children sitting down in the room with small horses, his eyes revealing the memories of the past.

The old man's name is Ding Zhengxian, of course, there are not many people who know him as the first brave soldier under the Zhang Pan account back then. After the crushing defeat in that battle, he collected the bones of his comrades on the battlefield and lived incognito and struggled. Later, he was even arrested by a Manchu nobleman and became a clothed minion.

Ding Zhengxian has a little strength, and the Manchu nobles are also rare and mild-tempered, and later let Ding Zhengxian marry a wife and have children, plus a few adopted children and grandchildren, these are these children.

At this moment, a woman smelled the movement and came over, and immediately became anxious, and stamped her feet and rushed over.

There were not many children here, there were only five of them, all of them four or five years old, they were thin, their clothes were thin and tattered, but a pair of curious eyes were blinking. They know that the happiest time of the day may be to listen to stories with their grandfather. Sometimes, I can always get a few eggs in my grandfather's hands, and I don't know how much luck my grandfather wasted to get them back.

It's just that today's grandfather seems to be a little out of shape, and the stories he tells are completely incomprehensible to them.

"Grandpa, I don't understand ......"

"Xiaoliu can't understand ...... either"

"Xiao Jiu can't understand ...... either"

"If you don't understand, you don't understand. Remember these words, and when you grow up, don't forget them, it is enough. Ding Zhengxian took out five steaming eggs from his arms and said, "Okay, let's go back." Good students help their families do things, eat well, and grow their bodies. ”

"Yes, grandpa, Xiaoliu understands!"

"Xiao Jiu also understood!"

"Oh, my little ancestors, are you pestering grandpa again? Okay, okay, let's all go back. It's not been a peaceful day lately, and if you want to run out of the yard and be caught by a kidnapper, you have to die in a hurry. Then the woman withdrew her children, and drove them home, and bowed to the old man.

"Father-in-law, why are you talking about this again? If the masters heard it, how big the wind and waves were, and if they couldn't keep it, they would have to lose their heads! These recent days have not been peaceful! "That woman is this Ding Zhengxian's daughter-in-law Huang, and she is also a maid in the backyard of the Manchu nobleman's house, which is quite close, and the news is also sensitive.

"Okay, okay, you guys, how many times have you been nagging. But we have to let the children understand who we are. Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, old man, and I won't let the old man know. Okay, I'll go for a walk in the back mountains and take care of the children. Ding Zhengxian said, waved his hand, and walked towards the back mountain.

Lushunkou is very sparsely populated, except for a few Manchurian aristocratic Zhuangzi established here, there are absolutely no normal Han households, all of them have been migrated inland, lest the Han people in the coastal area become a stronghold that the Ming people can use to support.

In later generations, the large ships that could berth 10,000-ton huge ships, and the superior ice-free harbor that the Soviets coveted for more than ten years was abandoned here, allowing the wharves built by the people in the past to be barren and dilapidated, and lost their functions, and even made the land that once attracted tens of thousands of people to fight for it overgrown with wild grass, covering up all traces of the past.

With a face that has not died for 20 years, Ding Zhengxian, who has avoided several teams of people all the way with low eyebrows, successfully arrived at the back mountain.

After crossing the back mountain, he came to a half-moon-shaped coastal flat.

"What a harbor...... It's a pity that this group of barbarians has taken over the ...... It's even more ruined......" Ding Zhengxian sighed again.

The harbor at Lushunkou had not been used for more than ten years, all the facilities in it had been destroyed, the function of the port had been lost, and all the building materials that could have been demolished and used to build houses had been looted by Manchu farms in various places.

Of course, the purpose of Ding Zhengxian's trip is not here.

His purpose was to hide on a hidden seaside cliff at the junction of the back mountain and the port.

There, the sight is obscured by one-man tall weeds and dense trees, and few people know about it, and few people go to the wild where wolves and snakes are everywhere. Even the Manchurian masters who hunted would not come to such a difficult place.

Ding Zhengxian walked over familiarly.

Finally, the destination has arrived.

It was a place halfway up a cliff with a small dirt bag overgrown with weeds. Ding Zhengxian silently took out a hoe, dug up the weeds, took out a piece of fat meat from his arms, put incense on it, and put it on a wooden card.

The wooden sign has been around for a long time, and it seems that it will shatter at the touch of it.

This is a sign of the years.

But Ding Zhengxian has no way, a slave, even if he can squeeze out a little bit of the face of not being killed at will, how can he create an inscription?

Not to mention......

Or the tombstone of Zhang Panzhi who killed many slaves!

"Lord, Jeonghyun, I'm here! With the grace of the bishop to teach martial arts, Zhengxian and I come to worship as a disciple every year. This year's year is not good, Zhengxian only prepared a small piece of pig's head meat, and please don't blame the master. Perhaps, it won't be long before Jeonghyun will personally accompany the general. When the time comes, please make sure that the Lord will let me fulfill the gift of master and apprentice! As he spoke, Ding Zhengxian recalled countless memories in his mind, he looked at the old city of Lushunkou at the foot of the mountain, and the picture of fighting side by side with Zhang Pan at that time seemed to be yesterday.

Mixed with old tears, Ding Zhengxian kowtowed violently and said, "It's just that, I'm afraid the court has already forgotten us." I forgot, the years when I Ding Zhengxian fought twenty years ago, I forgot the scene when the Lord led us to fight alone and was under siege. Those big officials forgot about us, those nobles in the Beijing division are still enjoying singing and dancing, and the princes in the court can't remember the blood and tears that have been thrown here! But so what? General, don't worry, and I, Zhengxian, I remember you! When I, Ding Zhengxian, die, there will be descendants who will pay tribute to you! ”

As he spoke, Ding Zhengxian kowtowed three times.

At this time, all of a sudden, the wind in the sea was a little stronger, which made Ding Zhengxian extremely cool.

Ding Zhengxian got up, the corners of his eyes twitched, and suddenly he found that next to his bowl of pig's head meat, which was less than a small fist, there was a whole suckling pig with a small half of his body and a slight steaming body.

He stood up sharply and looked around to see no figure. But when Ding Zhengxian looked at the vast sea, his eyes widened suddenly.

In the distance, countless black dots became more and more conspicuous.

Ding Zhengxian just looked at it in a daze, watching the black dots get bigger and bigger, more and more clear, and above the sails, the sun and moon dragon flag of the Ming Dynasty were also waving in the wind.

Looking at the sun and moon dragon flag that represented the homeland, Ding Zhengxian choked up, and the old tears were rampant: "General, Zhengxian is wrong, there are still people who remember us!" Yes! (To be continued.) )