First Minister of Ming Dynasty Chapter 13

　　 "The old couple of Jialu, Lu Fang Weng Shi'er north of the Central Plains, you are the younger generation, how can you show the ancestors, how can you show the descendants?"

　　 Zhu Chong's eight sounds are like thunder, not only can you hear it clearly outside the city, but even Zhang Ximeng under the city can't help but nod, this is powerful!

　　 As long as you Jia Lu still claim to be a scholar, Lu You, who has written frontier poems in Dasanguan for a lifetime, is dedicated to restoring the Central Plains. The white-haired layman, Jiaxuan layman flicks his sword and composes a song, aiming for the unification of China.

　　 Even after thousands of years, these two people are still admired and admired.

　　As a scholar, the seniors hope you will be the northern part of the Central Plains. In the end, you fell on your knees and became slaves to the Mongols. Not to mention, you also have descendants and servants for generations...

　　 After all, Jia Lu just let out a long sigh, turned his horse's head, and backed away.

　　 At this moment, the barracks have been set up for the most part, and Jialu went directly to his big tent. There was a haggard scribe who was waiting here. His back was bent, his hair was gray, and he needed a cane to barely support him.

　　 This is no one else, but Lu Anmin who went to Haozhou to persuade him to surrender!

　　 I haven't seen you for a few days, and I actually pulled it like this... I have to say, the stamina of Lao Zhu's scolding is really great!

　　 "My lord, what's the situation? You have a body like this, and you can't follow the adult, what a damn!"

　　 Jia Lu sighed slightly and stretched out his hand to let Lu Anmin sit down.

　　 "You... don't worry about it, the old man just made people lose face." Jia Lu said the things about Shi'er from the top of the city in unison.

　　As soon as he heard this, Lu Anmin couldn't help but twitch, but he was dying!

　　 The last time it was Zheng Sixiao, this time it was Lu Fangweng. Where is a group of grass thieves, they are simply experts in the Hanlin Academy, why do they keep poking their hearts?

　　 "The old man was a little hesitant, but now I see that there must be some great people in this city of Haozhou!"

Lu Anmin naturally realized that, he gritted his teeth and said: "The humble job thinks that it must be someone who deceives the emperor, who is willing to be a shameless scholar and give advice to the red scarf in the city. This person is really hateful! Waiting for the city After being broken, you must unload eight pieces and divide the corpses by five horses!"

　　 Lu Anmin hated him too much.

　　 Jialu sighed again, looking very worried.

"This red scarf thief, the north and the south echoed, and the momentum was huge. The red scarf in the north proclaimed the birth of King Ming, and the red scarf in the south talked about the birth of Maitreya. This Haozhou red scarf is a reminiscence of the previous dynasty, with the heart of regaining the homeland and restoring the Central Plains... its ambition I'm not young!" Jia Lu said in an uneasy tone.

　　 Lu Anmin thought about it a little, and understood.

　　 To mobilize millions of people and overthrow a court, there must be something that can convince people. After the Yellow Turban Uprising, gathering people through religion and plotting wrongdoing has become a natural prerequisite.

Especially the White Lotus Sect. This thing is like a broken basket. You can put everything in it... Proclaim that the King of Ming was born. You are the White Lotus Sect. You are the White Lotus Sect. To keep one side safe, you are still the White Lotus Sect.

　　 There is no standard doctrine at all, or their doctrines are open-ended and can be randomized according to needs. As long as you can fool a group of people, you are the leader of a party, not even an organization.

　　 So since the Song Dynasty, Bailianjiao has almost become the mouse hole of the rebel family. I don't know what ghosts and snakes will emerge from it.

　　 It is precisely because of this that the White Lotus Sect cannot always be suppressed.

　　 In this great uprising, the leader of the White Lotus Sect in the south is Monk Peng, and the leader of the North is Han Shantong. In other places, there are no less than 100 leaders of all kinds, decentralized and belong to Yes.

　　 This kind of white lotus religion is the same as the weeds, it is difficult to eradicate... but there is also a problem, that is, it cannot form a synergy.

　　 Therefore, at this time, we need to have a program that goes beyond "Ming King comes to the world, Miller is born" to unite the heroes of the world.

　　Han Shantong's thinking is right. He proposed three thousand tigers to reach the land of secluded swallows; the slogan of flying dragon ninety five, reopening the great Song Zhitian.

　　 It's a pity that Han Shantong fell into a box and had the police station wiped out. Fortunately, Liu Futong came out with the remnants, regrouped, and lit the flames of the uprising. It's just that Liu Futong can fight back and fight, but in terms of ideological construction, he is lackluster.

"Even if there are tens of millions of bandits of the White Lotus Sect, it is not difficult to deal with. But if someone calls to restore the homeland, not only the court will be in danger! I am afraid that when I die, I will be ruined for a hundred years!" Jia Lu sighed. It seems to be much older.

　　 Lu Anmin was frightened and couldn't help but cough, he was more panic than Jialu.

　　 "My lord, in any case, we must take down Haozhou and completely wipe out this gang of thieves. No one can stay! Otherwise, there will be endless troubles!"

　　 Jialu pondered for a moment, and finally nodded vigorously, expressing his approval.

"Big Brother Zhang, "Shier" is already familiar, teach us another poem!" Mu Ying begged Zhang Ximeng. Behind him, there are many half-elder children, the older one is fourteen or five years old, and the young one is Of six or seven years old.

　　 Don't look at the inconspicuous little guys, they help deliver water and food, and they are also responsible for delivering letters and words, but they are very useful. Only when I was free, did I come to Zhang Ximeng to play.

　　 A poem scared the old guy and ran away, and they all felt bullish.

　　 No, a group of brave calves, not afraid of difficulties.

"You are willing to learn, that's a good thing. I'll teach you to memorize "Song of Righteousness"!" Zhang Ximeng cleared his throat and began to read. When he shook his head and shook his head, all the boys in front of him slipped away. Even Mu Ying ran away, don't bring such a bully!

　　 can still remember the four sentences, so long who can remember it!

　　 "Little sir, it's good to proceed step by step, why bother to embarrass them?" Ma interceded them.

Zhang Ximeng also smiled bitterly: "Madam, it's not that I am embarrassed by them, but that Jialu takes this set. We may as well prescribe the right medicine. When he is really urgent, we will use the song of righteous qi to inspire people, and let the old man Jialu understand. , The heart will not die, the mighty spirit will last forever! He, this old dog, never dream of taking Haozhou City!"

　　Ma's took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that Zhang Ximeng made sense and couldn't do anything, godson, just work hard!

　　 Zhang Ximeng taught Mu Ying and the boys, and at the same time paid attention to the fighting between the two armies... On the afternoon when Jia Lu retreated, Yuan Bing launched an offensive.

　　 It's just that it wasn't the kind of shocking, high-pitched attack on Mount Tarzan, but it drove the soldiers and horses that were temporarily attached, carried the sand, carried the stones, filled the moat, and sorted out the route of the siege.

The crowd of 　　 Mizaza, like a group of ants, swarmed towards the city.

　　 They generally describe it as withered, with a dishevelled look, and the clothes on the body are also in tatters... Carrying hundreds of catties of sand, swaying and almost falling.

　　 When the strength is about to run out, panting heavily, and pour the sand on the moat, a happy smile will appear on the Minfu's face.

　　 Go back with an empty basket, you can get a slap-sized pancake, you can live on for another day.

　　 Master Jia still has credibility, and that's how it was when he followed him to open the river.

　　 The only difference is that it used to be digging the river, but now it is filling the river. Anyway, the difference is not very big, so let's do it!

　　 As for the bows and arrows at the head of the city, although they can also kill some civilians and cause panic, after a short retreat, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com and the others will gather again and continue to fill the river and pave the way. The defenders at the head of the city were also very helpless.

Taking advantage of noon, Zhu Chongba went to the city to eat, and sighed with Zhang Ximeng, "Little sir, if I listen to you, clear the moat outside early, build a wall of sheep and horses, and prepare more bows and arrows. How can it be easy for them? Near the moat, you won't die ten thousand, you will die eight thousand too!"

　　 Zhu Zhongqi cut his teeth in resentment, this group of people in the city is really a mistake.

"My dear man, it's useless to say anything else. I think Jialu's total offense is about to come. You need to be careful, especially when you return to the gun. It is best to prepare some sand and wet quilts." Zhang Ximeng said. .

　　 Zhu Zhong nodded, "I see."

　　 At this moment, someone at the top of the city suddenly shouted: "Da Zi is coming up!"

　　 Zhu Zhongba jumped up and ran directly to the city.

　　 Zhang Ximeng's heart also lifted up instantly, and the first battle finally came!

　　At this moment, the minfu ran away with his **** pouted, and they left three siege routes ten feet wide. After that, the Yuan army carried a simple ladder and ran toward the city.

　　 "Everything is ready! Don't rush to release the arrow, wait until it's near!"

Zhu Chongba shouted loudly, until the enemy soldiers reached within thirty paces, a dense rain of arrows fell on the top of the city, which instantly took away dozens of people's lives. He was lucky enough not to die, but also inserted like a hedgehog, howling and crying. Seeing that it's not going to be alive.

　　 After a brief panic, Yuan Bing actually rushed to the bottom of the city, erected a ladder, and climbed up.

"hit!"

　　 There was another order, heavy rolling logs, watermelon-sized rocks, smashed toward the bottom.

　　 His head opened, blood flowed, accompanied by painful wailing, and after a while, the city was dark and piled with corpses...

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