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Chapter 1186 Delicious
The chaotic battle outside Dingjiazhuang only lasted for a moment, and the rain of arrows fell on the soldiers of Bodu'an's team. Except for the flag officer, everyone ran away with oil on the soles of their feet.

Of course, most of the people fell down due to weak legs while fleeing. This kind of weakness greatly boosted the morale of the dealers. Iron hoops and big sticks taught the group of intruders to cry.

Not counting the flag officer, Ding Hai shot the first person who shouted to death with his bow. He was already tearing down the flag. The spear was placed, the flag was folded, and the helmet, sword, knife, chest A untied them one by one, and finally knelt on the side, as if nothing happened.

So much so that after the battle, Ding Hai struggled to pick up the seven legal matchlock guns on his shoulders, frowned at the kneeling flag officer, and called for an interpreter: "Ask him, why didn't he run away?"

"He said the flagpole was too heavy, he had been hungry for too long and couldn't run, so he stopped running."

Looking at this poor fellow who seemed so hungry that he could lift it with one hand, Ding Hai thought for no reason of the years when he was starving outside his mouth. During the killing, he decided to take care of the surrendered Fayi native soldiers and order mutton dumplings.

Ding Hai has never been in such a good mood since he left Sanchahe Estuary outside the mouth of the Great Wall in Miyun. The battle ended in an unimaginable situation, with almost no resistance—his farmer turned over a regular army with a broken flail hammer .

When they left the village, the North Asian farmers were all wearing cotton jackets and holding flails. When the dumplings were just out of the pot when they returned to the village, the women and children who were facing the enemy were stunned to see them. An old legal breastplate hangs crookedly on his body, a long sword hangs on his waist and a military sickle is carried behind him, an arquebus and spear are carried on his shoulders, and two Swiss-style halberds.

The farmer from North Asia who followed the immigrants from the Ming Dynasty and was brought up to be healthy threw down a few worn-out armored clothes at the gate of the manor with disgust on his face, and told the Indian children running around in the village to take out the iron pieces in the cotton-padded jacket and take out the worn-out cotton-padded jacket. Go sew and sew for the donkey.

These armed colonial teams assembled from constant victories and the strength of Mexican immigrant villages are very abundant in supplies, even surpassing ordinary people in Ming Dynasty in terms of some necessities of life.

"Don't just eat it, where did it come from, what's it called?"

The flag officer who surrendered was like a starving ghost reincarnated. He grabbed the dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth. He didn't even care if his mouth was scalded just after they came out of the pot. Suck and slip your mouth.

This is a painstaking translation, and I have to study the context of what I asked, so I made a simple report to Ding Hai: "He said his name is Wei, but I didn't catch it. He is called Luo from Liushili to the north. Where did they come from? The defenders in the city have been out of food for two months, and a total of 94 people have left the city, most of them outside the village."

"There are still some people in the woods, too hungry to walk."

"Oh, Lao Wei, come from Luocheng." Ding Hai hasn't moved his chopsticks here, and the flag officer Lao Wei has already eaten half a bowl of dumplings: "You tell him to eat slowly, and he won't burn his intestines. , ask him, how many defenders are there in the city, are they so hungry? What about their gunpowder, why are there only shotguns but no ammunition.”

To be honest, Ding Hai felt that he was already happy and full.

These unlucky guys brought 22 muskets. Except for two of which were bent by some prodigal with a flail during the battle, the remaining [-] seemed to be usable, and the workmanship was quite excellent.

In the past, in his village in North Asia, the deputy lieutenant didn't have so many guns, and even less when they didn't collect them overnight.

The military government asked him to come here to be the owner. With this batch of muskets, as long as he finds a way to get some gunpowder, it doesn’t need to be much. If there is a thirty or fifty catties, the trench outside the low wall of Zhuangzi is repaired. The regular army is not afraid of attacking Dingjiazhuang.

If he needed more muskets, he could unite with the surrounding landlords to make up a regiment on the spot, and he would not know who would hit who.

Especially when Lao Wei said that the [-] or [-] garrison in Luocheng were in deep famine and had no ammunition and ammunition, his eyes immediately narrowed.

"Ask him, are the dumplings delicious?"

As soon as the interpreter finished speaking, the choked old Wei looked for water everywhere, and just nodded his head: "Okay, delicious, delicious."

The corners of Ding Hai's mouth curled up in great joy, he snorted, raised his hand and said, "Tell him, I'll give him three days of dry food, let him follow the way here, take their rest on the way, breastplate, helmet, long sword And this strange long ax, bring them back, and I will give him a meal of mutton dumplings, and give him five days of dry food to return to Luocheng."

"Go back and tell your troops that the shotgun is a fire stick. Bring it to Dingjiazhuang. A shotgun is 22 catties of cornmeal; a breastplate is [-] catties of potato flour; a helmet and a sword are five and a half catties of white flour."

Ding Hai didn't care whether Lao Wei could understand the 'cornmeal, white flour' in his mouth, he raised his finger and said, "How many things do you bring back, how many catties of meat will I give you?"

"Prepare dry food and water for him after eating, and don't let him die; by the way, you might as well tell him that there will be a heavenly army stationed in Dingjiazhuang soon, and I'm not afraid of him playing tricks."

In fact, until now Chen Jiujing had no idea of ​​letting troops cross the river, but Ding Hai felt that troops would come soon.

After he finished speaking, he walked out with a bowl full of dumplings, not afraid of the cold wind, and went out to find the younger brother Ding Lu who had captured the war profit from the school, and said: "The defense of Luocheng in the north is empty and there is still a famine. This matter must be done as soon as possible." Let General Chen of Baishan City know, you should go there by boat."

The so-called Baishan City is Bordeaux, because the main garrison there is the Baishan Battalion, and immigrants from North Asia call it Baishan City.

Ding Lu was also red-eyed at the sight of the war profit at this time. This batch of armors and weapons came so unexpectedly and smoothly, which not only excited him but also made him uneasy. Let's send some soldiers, let's kill their soldiers, what if the army comes to the door, what will we do?"

Just as they were talking, the sound of horseshoes came from outside the village, and the Dingjiazhuang, which had just experienced a fight, became noisy again. The farmer came out of the village with a weapon, but he saw a Beiyang cavalry under the archway, with brightly colored helmets The red ponytail is very conspicuous, and the owner of the helmet is holding the cavalry blunderbuss sideways and reining in the horse, frowning on the neck covering the mouth, nose and throat, looking at the messy corpses outside the village, and then rushing to the village for a moment. Shouted: "Baibadao No. [-] military food station, where is the master?"

Hearing the sound, Ding Hai came out from among the crowd of farm guests, bowed his head and saluted and said, "Ding Hai, the owner of the Ding Family Manor, I wonder which general the military master is under?"

"I am the general of the guerrilla king, and I have ordered the cavalry. There is an emergency situation, and I ask the owner to prepare horse grass and fill the water bag quickly... Is this the only way to go through this fierce battle?"

The farmer took over the water bag, and before Ding Hai could answer, he heard the knight continue: "The owner, please collect the body as soon as possible and bury it on the spot. In the next half a month, we will patrol day and night, just dozens of miles away in the northeast. Fighting with the enemy, the owner of the village is ready...to take care of the wounded."

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)