Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 831 Me: Bloody Hands (Two in One)

Cao Bianjiao bit the chicken and paused:

"Mr. Jiang, what do you think if Marshal He doesn't rebel?

No, then he should have died long ago! "

As a postman, he was dismissed by the court and lost his livelihood in the chaotic environment of Shaanxi. Is there any other way to survive besides rebellion?
Jiang Xiang didn't continue to provoke him either.

Don't look at you struggling here, but the group of people under your boy are all happy to leave now.

After all, there are Hammer Bandit soldiers in the Wounded Soldiers Hospital, and they are also idle when they are idle. What else can they do besides bragging about their daily life?

Which Ming Dynasty officer would not be envious?

If the hammer bandit has made meritorious service, the family will be rewarded with land, share the house, and marry a wife.

The children born can go to school to read and write, and will enter the advanced lecture hall or official school in the future.

If you get injured, you will be directly transferred to the local government to serve as a management party. As long as you don't break the law and discipline, you can live your life in peace and tranquility without worrying about eating and drinking.

Even if you die in battle, you can still be buried in the Hall of Valor, and there are people offering sacrifices, and the incense is endless.

Don't be afraid of not having enough space, the commander-in-chief only occupies one province in Shanxi, what about the two capitals and thirteen provinces of Ming Dynasty?

Everything has been arranged for you before and after your life, you just need to fight well.

With sufficient food and salary, he must train more intensively on weekdays.

In addition to training, there are operas and other relaxation, where in the world can I find them?

Aren't they big soldiers fighting hard for these?

As for the matter of true love for Daming soldiers, don't be so harsh.

Whether it is a Ming commoner or a sergeant, their lives are already very difficult!
The Ming court still insists on favoring you as a white girl, what more can you ask for in arrears of salary?

Jiang Xiang believed that even if Cao Bianjiao took these people away, these people would inevitably rise up on the battlefield in the future, or attract more people to join the hammer bandits.

I just don't know if Cao Bianjiao can figure out the powerful relationship between them.

"Mr. Jiang has a good impression of the Hammer Bandits?"

Hearing Cao Bianjiao's question, Jiang Xiang didn't deny it either: "Does General Cao have a bad impression of Hammer Bandits?"

"A bit."

"Is it because Marshal He almost killed Cao Wenzhao twice, and he also defeated you?"

Cao Bianjiao participated in those two battles.

It can be said to be the beginning and end of the extermination of the thieves in Shaanxi.

If Guanning's cavalry hadn't suffered such a big loss, and his uncle hadn't been recovering from his injuries, the time to calm down the Shaanxi thieves would have been shorter.

As long as they dare to attack and charge more than ordinary thieves, those thieves will not be able to withstand the attack, they only think about their own lives, and even let other people take the place of dead ghosts.

But Hammer Bandit is different.

Whether it was the sneak attack on Liu Zongmin before, or the sneak attack by He Jinzhao later, or during the process of crossing the river to kill the hammer bandits.

The morale of the hammer bandits is even stronger than that of Guan Ning's iron cavalry. Even if the people in front die in battle, the people behind will make up for it and continue fighting.

Worse than the Tartars!
Facts have proved that they really beat the Golden Tartars.

"I was still unconvinced when I lost to him for the first time, but I am not so unconvinced the second time."

Cao Bianjiao held the bowl and said, "In a field battle, I can't beat him head-on.

Even though I was intercepted by his cavalry in the end, I rushed from left to right and killed many people, but my subordinates also suffered heavy casualties.

When fighting, one person's bravery really doesn't play a big role, especially when both sides have extremely strong will to fight, it depends on the overall morale. "

Cao Bianjiao sighed and said: "I have fought against other bandits, even the Houjin Tartars, but I have never found that they have the aura of hammer bandits."

Jiang Xiang raised her eyebrows slightly, Marshal He treated his soldiers well, who wouldn't give his life to him?
It's a bad life, if it can be exchanged for greater benefits, who would not want to do it?

As for the post-gold tartars who came to rob this time, their fighting will is not so strong.

They came here to make a fortune, just like the first time they attacked the Ming capital, they came to plunder.

They didn't want to lose their lives here, so after successive defeats, their morale dropped by three points when they faced the hammer bandits.

"From now on, I'm afraid you won't be able to defeat the hammer bandits."

Cao Bianjiao was taken aback by Jiang Xiang's words, and his eating movements slowed down: "Mr. Jiang, what do you mean?"

"Marshal He has already rebelled, just like Zhu Yuanzhang at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Is there any difference between them?"

If Jiang Xiang is so straightforward, he can't directly fix Cao Bianjiao.

"Even you, the most capable general of the Ming Dynasty, can't defeat them. Will you count on the rest of the Ming army, who looted the people's livelihood, to defeat the Hammer Bandits?"

With rice in her mouth, Jiang Xiang said vaguely:

"You and I both know that the Ming court didn't talk about exterminating the Hammer bandits internally, and it was useless to exterminate the rest of the thieves. The Golden Tartars have been fighting outside for decades, and the more they fight, the more powerful they become."

"Mr. Jiang might as well make it clearer."

"You and I have made great achievements in the battle against Houjin today, and we will inevitably lead troops into Liaodong in the future, right?"

"good."

Cao Bianjiao has always wanted to kill Liaodong.

"Over the past few decades, countless guest troops have entered Liaodong, right?"

"Correct."

"What is their final result, don't you know?"

Cao Bianjiao: ...

"Even if it was Liu Ting, who was the bravest, he still died in the hands of the Houjin Tartars in the end?"

"Have you ever wondered why?"

"What do you mean?"

"There are so many generals who are good at fighting, how come they can't do it in Liaodong?"

"Da Ming was unpopular in Liaodong, and many Liao people sent letters to the Houjin Tartars, voluntarily acting as spies.

Perhaps there were Liaodong generals who secretly reported that so much Liao salary every year would not be able to share a few taels of silver with the soldiers under his command. "

Thanks to his uncle, Cao Bianjiao has always had some awareness of the situation in Liaodong.

"Liaodong has long been a flesh and blood mill, and a holy place where people scoop up money." Jiang Xiang casually said while picking up the food:

"In the future, when you and I enter Liaodong, will there be another end?"

Cao Bianjiao was speechless and could only bow his head to eat.

He didn't think that if he was the same as Paoze, there would be such a bad person.

The military salary of Guan Ning's iron cavalry can be guaranteed, but these people have seen the "fancy world" outside, are they still willing to "keep the festival" for Daming?

Whether it is Jin after surrender or the hammer bandit, the treatment is many times better than that of Daming.

Not to mention anything else, because a chicken caused a mutiny, causing Kong Youde to sweep Shandong, and finally took refuge in the Houjin Tartars.

It's just inexplicable that this happened.

Cao Bianjiao felt that He Jinzhao did not fit the image of the "big thief" he had imagined at all.

Why sleep with eight yellow-flowered girls a night, even if it is a man of iron, he can't stand being hollowed out by wine and sex every night like this.

This is designated as a rumour.

The key point is that He Jinzhao currently only has two women!

One was a marriage that was actively pushed by Lin Danhan in order to control the grassland more effectively.

Of course, during the chat, I heard that the former King Jin could only go to sweep the streets, and Princess Jin slept in Marshal He's bed to save his life. I don't know if this is true or not.

Cao Bianjiao himself has one wife and two concubines. Even when he was recuperating in Shaanxi, someone sent him a maid to take care of him, and finally took care of him on the bed.

These are all normal things.

From Cao Bianjiao's point of view, He Jinchao, a small courier who was in power for the first time, can still be so self-disciplined, which is absolutely extraordinary.

This person must have great ambitions, so that he will not lose his eyes by the temptation in front of him.

It's not that he has never been in contact with those thieves. The guerrilla general Sun Shoufa under his command is a small leader.

Jiang Xiang looked at Cao Bianjiao in a daze, feeling a little complacent.

General Xiao Cao, you have entered the cauldron of hammer bandits and you still want to struggle to get out. Why are you thinking of good things?

Don't think that brother, I'm dragging you into the water, but I'm actually paving a big ladder for your bright future.

It depends on whether you want to climb up or not, or you just want to rot in the quagmire of Daming, waiting for the news of your death in battle.

The two ate here, but Sun Shoufa felt that one bowl was not enough, so he asked the nurse and went to the back kitchen to ask for another bowl.

Then he sat down on the kitchen threshold to eat.

I think he didn't have enough to eat in Shaanxi back then, so he rebelled with the bandits just to have enough to eat.

As a result, he became a fierce big brother in the eyes of others.

Fighting and fighting, he transformed into an official army of the Ming Dynasty.

To be honest, Sun Shoufa doesn't have much expectations at the moment, he just needs to have enough food in the future, and then save some money to buy land to marry a wife and have children.

His father gave him a law-abiding name in the hope that he would live an honest life.

As a result, he didn't abide by the law at a young age, and after becoming a rebel, he was still able to serve as an officer. This kind of experience really made him sigh.

In fact, Sun Shoufa felt that he just ate a lot, so his body would have more strength to be able to move two iron whips in turn. Wearing heavy armor and continuing to fight, it was nothing at all.

"The backyard of the palace is really nice."

Sun Shoufa sat on the threshold, eating meat and listening to the cicadas, not feeling agitated at all.

It would be great if we could get some wine to drink, but unfortunately, the high-alcohol room that is said to be sterilized is guarded by hammer bandits.

No one is allowed to drink secretly, and it is not easy for wounded soldiers to drink.

Marshal He seldom drank alcohol, because brewing wine cost food, and the alcohol used to treat wounded soldiers cost food even more.

Unless there is a specific period, the commander-in-chief does not drink alcohol.

Shanxi has experienced years of drought, and food is very expensive. No one is allowed to waste food.

In other words, the commander-in-chief's worries are completely false. Who hasn't been hungry?
"Hey."

Sun Shoufa twitched his nose violently, and couldn't help seeing the cook smacking his lips secretly.

"Brother, brother, give me a whole bite too."

Sun Shoufa immediately stood up, licking his face, and walked to the kitchen.

"Damn it, I didn't save much money to buy wine." The cook brought him a bowl of dirty wine.

"Hey hey, thank you big brother."

Sun Shoufa sniffed it hard, but it didn't have any mellow smell.

But he, who hadn't smelled alcohol for a long time, didn't care about that at all, took a small sip, couldn't help smacking his lips and said:

"Small wine paired with food is really delicious in the world!"

"This kind of day, I didn't even dare to think about it before."

The chubby cook also responded, smacking his own lips, holding fried soybeans with salt in his hand.

"When did you join the hammer bandits?"

Hearing the inquiry, Sun Shoufa muttered while eating, but remained silent.

"Do you know when I came?" The cook was not annoyed, he smacked his lips and patted his chest.

"When did you come?" Sun Shoufa swallowed the food in his mouth, also curious.

"Since the commander-in-chief is working together, I will join."

Sun Shoufa raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but look at the cook in front of him, thinking that he was bragging and bullying him, a person who didn't join the Hammer Bandit, who was short-sighted.

Will the veterans who rebelled with He Jinzhao be sent here to cook for the wounded soldiers?

Bragging is not true.

"I don't believe it." Sun Shoufa poured the wine into his mouth.

"Hey, I still don't believe it, do you know what my nickname is?"

"what?"

The cook couldn't help but patted his own chest and said triumphantly:
"The commander-in-chief called me Xueshou Rentu. Among the hammer bandits, I was the only one who was nicknamed by the commander-in-chief, hahaha!"

"You, blood-handed human slaughter?
I'm so fucking scared, I don't believe it anyway! "

Sun Shoufa urged him to pour himself wine, deliberately provoking him.

If it wasn't for two more bowls of wine to coax him, Sun Shoufa wouldn't be bothered to listen to his bragging here.

The cook immediately became elated:

"Back then the Marshal was still a courier, and I was still a butcher on the way to deliver a letter to Ganquan County. Seeing his hungry footsteps were vain, and the skinny horse was also hungry.

I asked him if he wanted to buy meat at six cents a catty, and I would pick one piece for him, but he said he didn’t pick one, and when I picked it out for him, he rode away again, which was a waste of my good intentions. "

"Shaanxi? I've never bought meat worth six cents!"

After Sun Shoufa finished yelling, he poured himself another drink: "You cook, how dare you lie to me, an old Shaanxi man."

"But what I'm trying to sell is ~ human flesh."

After the cook uttered these two words, Sun Shoufa inevitably spit out the wine from his mouth, and stared at the ordinary cook in front of him.

"Human, human flesh?" Sun Shoufa pointed at him and said, "You sold human flesh to Marshal He?"

"good."

Hearing the chef's affirmative answer, Sun Shoufa, a battle-tested warrior, had goosebumps on his neck, and he felt a little retched.

After he retched a few times, he immediately covered his mouth again.

Never waste good wine and food.

When Sun Shoufa raised his head again, the ordinary, smiling cook in front of him was still worthy of the identity of Xueshou Rentu.

It's not that he looks fierce, but he's ruthless in his heart!

"You made a mistake?"

"How is it possible!" The cook said with a proud face, "I have won the Labor Model Medal, and the commander personally gave it to me."

"Ah?" Sun Shoufa didn't understand: "With your fierce name, how could Marshal He send you here?"

"I'm lame, how can I fight?" The cook gave him a sideways look:
"Besides, I was transferred here to rest on my own initiative in summer. Marshal He has been very kind to me, and he will go back to the mountains after the autumn harvest."

"What do you mean?"

Sun Shoufa was a little confused.

"Go back to the mountains and look at the pigs. Before the Chinese New Year, I will lead a group of people to kill the New Year's pigs. Otherwise, you recruits, how can you eat stewed pork during the Chinese New Year?"

"Oh." Sun Shoufa nodded again and again: "The commander really treats you well."

Xueshou Rentu did pat Sun Shoufa on the shoulder and encouraged:
"Don't worry, you are also injured. After you recover from your injury, you will be given the military medals for the house and field, and the commander-in-law for your wife."

"What?"

(End of this chapter)