Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

But seeing Fushan cavalry's angry horses like dragons, galloping everywhere in the city, many soldiers held order arrows in their hands, loudly announcing Zhang Shouren's military orders.

The people in the city originally only dared to come out near the city gate to see how the enemy is doing. There was no one in the city center near the Wangfu and Fuqian Street. The sound rang out, and the people who were afraid of trouble closed the doors and windows tightly, and they didn't dare anyone to come out, lest they would encounter disaster.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Bingwen and the others frowned and shook their heads. Gou Haoshan, as the magistrate, might find it embarrassing to know the aftermath. These Fushan soldiers made a big move, and at the same time they chased and killed the enemy soldiers, they would definitely burn, kill and loot the city. Thinking of this, Gou Haoshan turned his head and said to the human: "Zhang Shuping is confused, and I am afraid that the people in the city will be afraid of me."

"Not necessarily." Someone said: "Zhang Shuping is not stupid, he must have seen that the discipline of the guest soldiers is not bad, or the situation will be optimistic, it is hard to say."

"Hmph, let's see, before it gets dark, we'll know the end."

"In other words, you can only see your true face after dark."

An army may be disciplined during the day, but after dark, it may indeed be from man to beast, it is very difficult to say.

Someone stamped their feet in pain and sighed: "Anyway, if something like this happens on New Year's Eve, the soldiers and civilians in my city will never forget it in a hundred years."

The Fushan Camp had just fought a beautiful battle, and after entering the city, the city could be protected from damage, but the gentry in the city were chilled by the guest soldiers, and at this moment, they were all worried.

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"Soldiers in Laizhou are not allowed to rob again, throw down their knives and guns, kneel down and wait for disposal!"

The officers and soldiers of Team A made a big detour from the west of the city to the north of the city and then to the southeast. When they moved to the west of the city, except for some refugees who had nowhere to hide, there was no one to be seen at all, even the refugees in ragged clothes. Seeing them, they were all trembling with fright.

Qu Rui saw that many women, even those over thirty or forty, had their faces blackened with black charcoal, and deliberately put some dirty things on their bodies to cause the stench. Even so, they were hidden among the children and the elderly. Most of them were some young and middle-aged men. Although they were shivering from the cold, they were all scattered in the outer layer, guarding their families.

"In troubled times, people are not as good as dogs."

Qu Rui sighed and ordered: "Come here, distribute all the dry food for the march to these refugees."

"Yes, Captain."

His support team was an old man who was very capable, so he agreed immediately, and sent some people on both sides of the road to take out all the dry food that all the officers and soldiers of Team A carried with them, and called some strong refugees from the original land branch Pick up the big pot and start cooking the rice.

Soon, Mixiang attracted a large number of refugees, and many of these refugees were from good families, as you can tell by the clothes on their bodies.In the troubled times, when I came to Jinan from other places, the money on my body could last for a few days, and now I can’t eat the food that has already been troubled. When I smell the aroma of rice, my throat is surging up and down, and I can’t help but brag The danger is running over.

"People in Jinan don't want to set up a few porridge factories. On New Year's Eve, these people will suffer from hunger!"

The soldiers in Fushan were also poor a year ago, but now they couldn't bear to see the situation in front of them, so they heated up bags of dry food, served them with thin rice soup, and distributed them non-stop.

Among the city gates, there were the most refugees, and soon over a thousand people gathered. Fortunately, Qu Rui had already sent someone to report to Zhang Shouren, and sent some auxiliary soldiers from the city gates to set up more porridge pots, so that the refugees lined up to receive After all, a good deed did not turn into a disaster.