The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 224 Zhang Xianzhong, styled Sun Jie

The muskets in their hands told them that in this world, they will have no disadvantages, and they will plunder a lot of wealth.

But the muskets in their hands did not tell them that some things were not as simple as they seemed on the surface.

Delser looked at the cavalry rushing towards this side, and the sarcasm on his face became more and more serious.

He thought it was Java.

"Boys, shoot 'em!"

Delser drew out a command knife from his waist and shouted towards Li Dingguo.

"Bang bang bang!"

Bursts of white smoke rose, and the bullets of the matchlock gun roared out and landed in Li Dingguo's army formation.

If you want to use matchlock guns to deal with cavalry, the number must reach an order of magnitude.

Otherwise it would be futile.

Delser knew this, of course, but he thought the cavalry would run away after his first round of shooting.

It's a pity that he thought too well.

Seven or eight people from Li Dingguo's side fell off their horses, which was nothing compared to the entire battle formation.

"Rush forward, except for the leader, hack all the rest to death!"

Li Dingguo on the horse shouted loudly, with murderous look in his eyes.

Fifty soldiers formed a simple three-stage shot.

If there were more numbers, they might be able to withstand these cavalry.

But now, where is this ability.

When all three shots were fired, Li Dingguo led the soldiers and rushed in before the soldiers who fired in the first round reloaded their bullets.

The horse under his crotch directly stepped on the chest of a Hongyi soldier, and the huge impact directly trampled him into the soil.

There was a big hole in the chest, and blood was continuously flowing out from the inside.

The knife in his hand slashed across the neck of a Hongyi soldier next to him.

The light of the knife flashed, the head flew up, and blood splattered.

Without even a scream, he lost his life.

After only one charge, there were only a dozen Hongyi soldiers left.

These Hongyi soldiers shrank in place, threw the weapons in their hands on the ground, and covered their heads with their hands.

On the ground were broken bodies and heads covered in mud and blood.

Most of the soldiers who survived were shouting for mercy.

When they faced the natives of Java, they were like heavenly soldiers descending from the earth.

But now, they are lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

After all, he paid the price for his arrogance.

Delser's pipe fell to the ground, covered in blood.

His face was covered with blood spattered by the soldiers next to him, and there was still a stump hanging from his shoulder.

The whole person is like a sluggish fool, standing there blankly.

The body was shaking non-stop like sifting chaff.

"What else do you want to say?" Li Dingguo looked at Delser in front of him with a calm face, and walked over.

Delser was in a trance for a while, and fear kept lingering in his heart.

Hastily picked up the cigarette butt that fell on the ground, frantically wiped off the blood on it, and kept smashing it in his mouth.

It seems that in this way, the fear can be calmed down.

The pipe has long been extinguished, and there is no other smell except the smell of smoke.

Li Dingguo's waist knife was on his shoulder, and the soldiers next to him captured him and those who survived.

As for his pipe, it was split in half by Li Dingguo.

"Take them back, a bunch of brats!" Li Dingguo withdrew his knife, turned around and went back.

Today's Xiangyang City has been captured by Zhang Xianzhong, and after wandering around Daming for such a long time, he finally took a breath and finally had a territory.

Thanks to the bad things done by people like Zhou Yanru, the entire Daming vassal and the local gentry were fighting endlessly, so they couldn't take care of him.

Expecting people like Zhang Xianzhong to manage the place well is tantamount to going to heaven.

In essence, they are a group of thieves who only know how to plunder.

The current Xiangyang City has been severely damaged by Zhang Xianzhong. He doesn't think he can gain a firm foothold in Xiangyang City, and because of his rogue thoughts, he always feels that he will be killed by the army or Sun Jie in the near future. Defeat and flee.

Under such a mentality, he has no intention of maintaining Xiangyang City at all.

What I thought was just to grab one and run.

The strong wind blows from the north to the south, and the cold air is blowing.

The big flag with the word "Zhang" on the head of Xiangyang city was ringing in the wind. Zhang Xianzhong was sitting in the main hall of Prince Xiang's mansion, drinking and having fun with his subordinates.

None of the maids and concubines in the palace could escape their clutches.

As for the contemporary Xiang Wang Zhu Yiming, he was roasted on the top of the wall by Zhang Xianzhong not long ago.

The King Xiang in history was roasted on the top of the city by Zhang Xianzhong this year. Although times have changed and history has also changed, he still did not escape this death after all.

All of King Xiang's possessions over the past few hundred years have fallen into Zhang Xianzhong's hands. Relying on the accumulated wealth, Zhang Xianzhong felt like a god for a while.

Sitting on the throne, wearing King Xiang's python robe, his demeanor was so haughty.

He raised the wine glass in his hand, and shouted to the generals sitting on both sides of the hall with a flushed face: "Everyone, we were all like thieves and soldiers in the past, and now we are considered heroes. Please drink this wine with us!" Cup, congratulations for my soldiers and horses!"

One word, one drink.

The generals on both sides of the main hall also drank the wine in their hands.

Just as they were drinking happily, a guard from outside ran in. He knelt in the center of the hall and said loudly:

"Back to the King, General Li is back, and brought back a few brats!"

When Li Jinguo led the troops out, Zhang Xianzhong knew what he was doing.

After hearing the guard's report, excitement began to spread on his face again.

"Quickly ask him to bring those brats in, I want to see what kind of brats they are!"

Zhang Xianzhong couldn't wait.

Everyone has a curiosity-seeking psychology, and Zhang Xianzhong can't escape it.

I have only heard about the little ghost in those novels or folk novels, but I have never seen it with my own eyes.

Now, knowing that there are real little ghosts, how can he hold back the curiosity in his heart?
"Order!"

The soldier hurried outside again.

Not long after, Li Dingguo appeared in the center of the hall with Delser and the remaining captives.

Under the threat of Li Dingguo's followers, Delser and the others knelt down on the ground in an orderly manner.

Those "generals" who were drinking heavily also stopped their wine glasses and stood up from their seats one after another.

They stared intently at the people behind Li Dingguo, and gasped in amazement one after another.

"My God, red hair, blue eyes, white skin, you really are a brat!"

"It turns out it's true. Old Li, the head of the village, didn't lie to me when I was a child. There are really little ghosts in this world!"

These generals were talking all over the place.

Zhang Xianzhong sat up from the chair suddenly, and quickly came to Delser and the others.

"Is this really a brat? It looks really disgusting!"

Zhang Xianzhong pinched the beard on his chin, and there was a little panic in his eyes.

As for gods and ghosts, in the feudal era, they could coax many people.

Although Zhang Xianzhong now holds great power, it is the same.

Li Dingguo didn't have as much fear as him, and said indifferently: "Even if these people are brats, they will still die, and they will still spurt blood if they are cut with a knife!"

"Hey, who are you guys? Where did you come from? Where do you want to go? Are you really little ghosts who escaped from the Temple of Yama? I'm asking you something!"

Zhang Xianzhong pointed to Delser and asked.

"Who are you?"

Now Delser asked tremblingly.

This surprised Zhang Xianzhong, "Hey, this brat can still talk! Interesting!"

"My lord, let the general take out a knife and see if he can really kill him with one knife!" A black-faced man with a beard was eager to try.

"No, no, go get some black dog blood, I really want to see what they are!" Zhang Xianzhong said.

"Order!"

This big man with beard and black face ran outside excitedly.

How could Delser not understand these words?After staying in Java for so many years, I have dealt with Zheng Zhilong and the others quite often, so of course I know what this means.

At the moment, he felt that he was insulted.

So what if I was insulted?
The one who was killed just now was so miserable, and he couldn't accept it, so he could only hold back!

How proud he was on the sea back then, he was as humble as he was now.

What bullshit is arrogant, what bullshit is noble, under the butcher's knife, everyone is the same.

Zhang Xianzhong and his subordinates surrounded him with majestic aura.

He has just experienced the land of life and death, and all the courage in his heart has been wiped out.

Once a person's bones are softened, they cannot be hardened again.

Delser kept calming down his emotions, and under Zhang Xianzhong's death threat, he finally told his story.

What he said made Zhang Xianzhong even the monk of Zhang Er puzzled.

He has been living in the north of Ming Dynasty, and has never been to the south, and he doesn't know what countries and races there are in this world, so when he heard Delser talk about their country, Zhang Xianzhong's face More is confused.

In Zhang Xianzhong's heart, a western country full of demons and ghosts slowly emerged.

However, I also understand a little bit.

According to Zhang Xianzhong, it should be like this:
In Java, south of Ming Dynasty, they are there. They are very powerful. They want to attack the south of Ming Dynasty and gain greater benefits, but they are not strong enough. Later, I heard that there is a person named Sun Jie in the north of Ming Dynasty. They rebelled, so they set their minds on Sun Jie and wanted to unite with Sun Jie to attack Daming from the south to the north.

"You said just now that you are going to Shaanxi to find Sun Jie?" Zhang Xianzhong grasped the point.

"Yes, I'm going to find him!" Delser told the truth, and at the same time told his real purpose.

No one is not afraid of death, and so is Delser.

Zhang Xianzhong was thoughtful: "So that's what you guys came up with!"

He returned to the throne again, sitting there quietly thinking about what Delser said just now.

Subconsciously discarded Delser's origins and descriptions of their country, because these contents had nothing to do with Zhang Xianzhong.

All his thoughts were on Sun Jie.

"I heard from this guy that they have a lot of influence in Java, if they join forces with Sun Jie, one south and one north, maybe they can really take down the southern part of Daming completely.

If this is the case, am I going to die?I finally ran over from Shanxi, and I have to face this matter in two days before my birthday, so it's really time-consuming! "

Thinking about it, he suddenly caught something.

His eyes brightened instantly, and he hurriedly stood up again, coming to Delser.

"Cough cough!"

He cleared his throat and his voice became louder.

With his hands behind his back, the majesty on his face began to emerge.

The light outside the main hall happened to shine on his body, and against the backdrop of the python robe, his figure suddenly became majestic.

"Do you know who I am?" Zhang Xianzhong lowered his head and asked.

Delser looked at him with a look of fear.

He didn't know who the person standing in front of him was, when he came, he heard those guides mention it.

But he scoffed at all these contents, and in his eyes, people of the yellow race almost looked the same, so how could he know Zhang Xianzhong?
"do not know!"

After hesitating for a long time, he still hesitated and shook his head.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Xianzhong suddenly started laughing.

At this moment, he seems to be the emperor in charge of the world, the ruler of the world!
Confidence spreads on the face!
"Yes, I am the person you are looking for, I am Sun Jie!"

Zhang Xianzhong put away his smile and looked solemn.

The generals in the hall all looked stunned.

Some even wanted to ask questions, but Zhang Xianzhong stopped them with his eyes.

On the contrary, Li Dingguo, who was standing beside him, had a guess in his heart and understood something.

Delser said that he would unite with Sun Jie to launch an attack on the south of Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Xianzhong felt that this was a very good opportunity. If he could fish in troubled waters, he might be able to win the Great Ming South.

Besides, anyway, I am idle now.

Now that civil strife continues in Ming Dynasty, no one cares about them.

After such a long happy life, I always have to think about the future.

Empty glove white wolf, do not do nothing.

Anyway, I don't have to pay anything, just take a look at it slowly, if it works, do it, if it doesn't work, run away.

My place is very far away from the Java he said, even if I tricked him, could he still come from such a far place to take revenge?

No matter how you look at it, this is a great thing, and there is no reason not to do it.

These people didn't know Sun Jie, and they were not familiar with the place where they lived, so I just happened to be able to take advantage of the loopholes.

Besides, according to what Delser said, Zhang Xianzhong also has a certain understanding of Delser and the others.

As for whether it is a brat or not, put it aside for now.

"Uh, but when I came here, someone mentioned that your surname is Zhang!" Delser said cautiously.

He also has a map of Daming in his hand. Although he has never been to Shaanxi, he has a general idea in his heart.

Coupled with the previous information, Sun Jie should be in Shaanxi.

This is not Shaanxi, but a place called Huguang.

Delt knew a thing or two about Daming's surname. In his opinion, one surnamed Zhang and the other surnamed Sun were obviously not the same person.

This is not difficult for Zhang Xianzhong.

I saw him pacing slowly in front of Delser, and began to explain in a very confident voice:
"As we all know, my land of China has a long history. You people are not from here, so you don't know the rules here.

People here generally have two names, one is the name and the other is the character.

My real name is Zhang Xianzhong, and my surname is Sun Jie.That's right, my name is Zhang Xianzhong, and my name is Sun Jie! "

(End of this chapter)