Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 698 Killing Thieves

  Wang Shouren's eyes stared at everyone.

   He gave them a chance.

   It is not only to prove their courage, but also to prove Wang Shouren's chance.

  Have been teaching knowledge here for half a year.

  Wang Shouren believes in his military vision.

  The so-called tens of thousands of thieves are called one hundred thousand, but they are mediocre.

  To Wang Shouren, this is just a chicken and a dog, not worth mentioning.

  Many times, when people encounter problems, the first thing that comes to mind is fear. Many problems that people encounter come from themselves.

  Thus, Wang Shouren's theory of mind and nature, in essence, sticks to one's conscience, because conscience can overcome fear, and when people hear the crowd of a hundred thousand, they will all show a look of horror.

  Wang Shouren, who has overcome his own fear and can calmly analyze the enemy's weaknesses, is invincible.

  But what he is testing now is himself.

   Is it meaningful to teach by precepts and deeds in the past six months?

   Are they willing to believe in themselves?

  Cochin people and Han people have the same origin with each other, but their customs are very different. Are they...willing to follow themselves to suppress the rebellion?

  Wang Shouren was waiting for an answer.

   "Can you ride a horse?"

  Everyone replied one after another: "Yes!"

   All of a sudden, the people who had been silent before suddenly got a little angry, and they raised their heads.

  They have learned to ride a horse, and some of them have suffered a lot when riding a horse. Gradually, they have mastered the method of controlling the horse.

  Wang Shouren smiled: "Can you bend your bow?"

   "Thanks to the mentor's perseverance, I can open the bow!" They responded one after another.

   uses Chinese with various accents.

  Wang Shouren said: "You can fencing, do you know how to march?"

   Everyone chattered, and began to become more and more confident, and someone said: "Yes!"

   Some people also said: "Understood!"

  Wang Shouren said: "Have you ever learned the way of a sage?"

   "Learned!" Everyone's voice became louder and louder.

  They begin to realize that their lives are different.

  They have learned so many skills that they cannot turn back.

  A former farmer, after being able to read and write, learning to bow and horse, and learning the truth, is he still willing to turn around and be a farmer for a lifetime in obscurity?

  A craftsman, after learning this, is he still willing to become a craftsman?

  An ordinary scholar, they think they have learned a new kind of knowledge. After they have practiced bowing horses and fencing hard, are they still willing to hold books, go back to their study, and study hard?

  When they turned back, they found that there was no way behind them.

  In front of me, there is only a mentor.

  The benefactor said with a smile: "When a man is alive, he should carry the three-foot sword. On the top, he will serve the king's kindness, and on the bottom, he will heal the people. If he can benefit the country and help the world, he will die without regret!"

   "No regrets!" Everyone responded one after another.

  Wang Shouren smiled, his eyes lit up.

   Half a year of hard work was not in vain.

  He was silent.

  Because he was silent, everyone was silent.

  Wang Shouren stopped and looked to the north.

  There are thieves in the north.

   There is also the capital, the Forbidden City, the emperor, and Xishan, who are mentors.

  He said decisively: "Then, attack the thief!"

  Everyone's eyes were clear, and they became fearless.

   "Strike the thief!"

   "Get on the horse!"

   "Follow the teacher's orders!"

  Everyone is eager.

  Once a decision is made, there is no fear anymore. People smile, and what their teacher teaches them is not only knowledge, not just fencing and horse bowing, but also something that is eager to try in their bodies—aspiration!

  People flocked to prepare dry food and get their weapons.

   Chen Xian was very embarrassed in the crowd.

  He saw around him, those tall, short, fat and thin people, all of them energetic, passing by him.

  Chen Xian was silent.

  He is a great Confucian. When Annan Kingdom was in power, he refused to follow the orders of Annan's king and lived in seclusion in Champa. Now, with the arrival of the Ming army, An Nanguo was abolished and Jiaozhi Chief Envoy was appointed, and he...is still not a collaborator, he did not accept the Pingxi Marquis Mansion's enlistment.

   Now, he was in the torrent, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

   Qi family governs the country and the world, Xu is like this.

  If the old man was thirty years younger, maybe... At this moment, I have thought about trying it.

   The fast horses galloped out of the stables.

   Carrying dry food and fully armed Xin Xuemen stepped out one by one, and sat on the horse, their mood became more peaceful.

  Because...they started to...have thoughts.

  Wang Shouren flew on his horse, looked at the north, and rode on the horse.

   Then, he issued an order that was so harsh that it was outrageous.

   Within three days, reach Tsinghua and head north all the way, don't hesitate. If the thieves of Tsinghua hear that we are only waiting for more than a thousand, they will definitely fight. At that time, it will be a battle!

   This is his battle plan, simple and efficient.

  What I want is to use my own rock to touch the basket of eggs.

   To deal with these rebels who have just risen, their organization has not yet been truly structured, and most of them have not seen the cruelty of the battlefield.

  Wang Shouren... asked these students who were exhausted physically and mentally to go to battle immediately.

   With such lightning speed, it was crushed into powder.

  Boom...boom...

  The horse team set off quickly, raising dust all over the sky.

  The one left behind is the great Confucian Chen Xian.

   Chen Xianyao looked at the north, sighed, smiled wryly, and got into his donkey cart: "This kind of reading is really eye-opening."

  ...

   Three days later.

   Thanh Hoa.

The continuous camp was disorderly, and countless rebels were entrenched here. They entered Qinghua City, killed the guards in the city, and chopped off the heads of each soldier. The **** head hangs high above the city tower.

  They are not only targeting the Ming army. In fact, once the rebels rise up, especially if they rise in a hurry, they will have no binding force at all.

  Among them, there are old Annan officers and soldiers, beggars, refugees, people who claim to be Annan heroes, and even bandits.

   Entering the city and looting for three days was like a carnival. Whether it was Han people, merchants in the city, or ordinary people in Jiaozhi, after the looting, Qinghua City was completely reduced to **** on earth.

  Afterwards, a huge fire burned the sky for two full days. If it were not for the coming of the rainy season unique to Cochin, I am afraid that Qinghua would be completely wiped out.

  In the city, there was a stench.

  Because of this, the rebels all camped outside the city.

  When someone noticed a vision in the south, the leaders of the rebel army suddenly boiled.

These leaders include scholars, monks, bandits, and a man called Ruan Ye, who calls himself the emperor. Of course, it may be the leaders. He was honored as Emperor Annan.

  Emperor Annan did not have a yellow robe, only a yellow cloth on his body. These days, the leaders have been noisy.

  Some people disapprove of plundering and looting, and think that they should be a teacher of benevolence and righteousness, and do justice for the sky.

  Someone had yellow teeth, spat out thick phlegm, and smiled sinisterly at these scholars and gentry.

   Someone asked to kill Thang Long immediately.

   Some people think that they should stay in Qinghua, wait for the Ming army to arrive, and fight decisively with them.

   There are even... some people think that it is time to go up the mountain... to fight tigers, uh, no, it is going up the mountain and falling grass!

  Ruan Ye couldn't restrain these raw faces. In fact, God knows where so many "righteous men" came to point fingers, and he tried his best to suppress his anger.

   But only now did they reach a consensus.

  A strange army horse came.

   They have many horses.

  The rebel army is short of horses. They only have more than a thousand people, and they will never exceed two thousand. This is a great time.

  Finally, Ruan Ye made the gesture that an emperor should have, and slammed his fist on the elm table: "Fight!"

  Countless rebels poured out from all directions. They carried all kinds of weird weapons, mighty and mighty, covering the sky and the sun.

  In fact, their number has increased again, from 40,000 who entered Qinghua to 70,000.

  This is a terrible number, like the elegy of the old Annan Kingdom, at this moment, singing and bursting out, these countless resentments... soaring to the sky!

  (end of this chapter)