Rise From the Humble

The next day, the sky hadn't brightened yet, only a little bit of light, and the sun was still brewing below the horizon.

Mrs. Yilan didn't fall asleep last night. She tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. She just lay on the tiger skin mattress and closed her eyes to fall asleep. It was only now that she felt a little sleepy. She was about to take the opportunity to close her eyes and take a nap. Suddenly, she heard In the distance, there was a sudden "boom" sound of beating war drums.

In the valley, due to the various bonuses of echo and sound gathering, the sound of the war drum was very loud, as if the world had been hammered and exploded.

Then, this sound of war drums was like a signal. Before the sound disappeared, countless war drums were heard "dong dong dong" one after another. For a time, the sound of war drums was heard from all directions.

Boom, boom, boom. The whole world was hammered to pieces.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Accompanied by the war drums, there were bursts of shouts of killing coming from all directions.

"what happened?"

Mrs. Yilan opened her eyes suddenly, the corners of her eyes were covered with crow's feet, bloodshot from lack of sleep.

"Report! Lord! Something bad has happened! Minggou secretly occupied several surrounding hills last night. The mountains were all decorated with Minggou's military flags. The surrounding mountains were filled with Minggou! I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of Minggou. "

A Nanban Miao descendant ran in to complain, his face was full of fear.

"What?!"

Mrs. Yilan's face instantly turned pale when she heard the words, and her shocked heart seemed to stop beating for a while.

"Help me up." Mrs. Yilan called.

The accompanying maid hurriedly stepped forward to help Mrs. Yilan, and Mrs. Yilan leaned on the dragon's head crutches and walked to the open place, looking around. The visibility was not high at the moment, just hazy, but they could still see several mountains around the mountain they occupied, covered with Ming people's military flags, figures swaying on the mountains, war drums beating earth-shatteringly, and shouts of killing one after another. The sound also resounded throughout the world.

Now, Mrs. Yilan is the one who is full of soldiers and jittery.

She saw the Ming people's flags on the hills in all directions, listened to the continuous drums and shouts of death, looked at the swaying vegetation on the mountains, and thought it was Ming people, and listened to the howling wind, she thought it was Ming people shouting to kill. Voice.

Seeing everything in front of her, Mrs. Yilan couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and a cold sweat broke out on her back, "Why are there so many Ming people?! Didn't the Ming people only add more than 4,000 horses last night?"

"Insidious Mingren!" Mrs. Yilan instantly imagined a scene and couldn't help but gritted her teeth and spat, "Last night they openly increased their troops by four thousand, and took advantage of the darkness to secretly increase this number of troops!"

While Mrs. Yilan gritted her teeth and cursed the Ming people for their insidiousness, the Nanman Miao people under her command looked at the Ming people's military flags on the mountains in all directions, and listened to the earth-shattering drums and shouts of death, and panic quickly grew.

"Why are there so many Ming dogs?! I don't believe it," a Nanman Miao descendant murmured, shaking his pale cheek vigorously.

"The bright dog who kills a thousand swords! He just relies on the large number of people to bully the small people! If it were one-on-one, I would kill them like chickens!" The Nanman Miao next to him cursed angrily. Although his words were full of murderous intent, he looked towards The Ming army in the mountains and plains in the distance was also terrified in their eyes.

"The people of the Ming Dynasty occupied the plains, and there was fertile land there. The land was so rich that if you just sow a handful of seeds, you would be able to reap a full harvest. How could they not multiply and live there?! It's not like us, trapped in In the deep mountains and old forests, there is no land suitable for farming, and the prey in the mountains are getting less and less. If you eat more than you can eat, how can you reproduce and thrive like the people of Ming Dynasty!"

Another Nanman Miao descendant cursed bitterly. He went to Jingnan County to sell animal skins. Along the way, he witnessed the endless rice fields and rich life of the Han plains. That life was simply paradise.

"There are too many Ming people. They are occupied by Ming people in all directions. They don't even leave us a way to retreat. They are trying to kill us all!" There is a small-headed man from the Southern Barbarians who has a relatively strategic vision. He observed for a moment, then said to the people around him solemnly.

"The big deal is that the fish will die and the net will be broken! They want to kill them all, and I will drag two backs when I die!"

Hearing this, the Nanman Miao descendants around were like trapped animals, desperate, terrified, yet crazy.

"Aren't Ming people tired? The drums of war have never stopped!" a Nanman Miao asked doubtfully.

"I want to exhaust these grandsons to death! It's a pity that there are too many of them, so I will replace one when I get tired."

The Nanman Miao next to him let out a long and helpless sigh.

Yes, there are many Minggu people! What should I do? ! The surrounding Nanman Miao descendants felt a strong sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

At this moment, young and strong people are scattered on the mountains in all directions. Each one is holding a rope in his hand. Either a small tree is tied to the rope, or several military flags are connected to it. If you pull it, the tree will wave like a flag. A team of people and horses; there are also large cowhide drums scattered on the mountain, with young men beating the drums in prominent places, and in hidden places, goats are tied to their hind legs and hung on trees with ropes. There are war drums under the goats' front hooves. Being hung upside down, the front hooves kicked wildly, and the war drums sounded

People who don't know the inside story can see from a distance that there are indeed thousands of troops stationed on these mountains.

"It's almost time."

Zhu Pingan finished the dry food in his hand, drank a bowl of rice soup, got up and said to Liu Dianli, Han Dianli and others.

"My lord, do you really want to go?! My lord, please think twice. The Southern Barbarians are not civilized, and there are tens of thousands of Nanbarbarians on the Wu Renyi Mountain. It is too dangerous for your lord to go here." Qian Dianli dissuaded him with a worried look on his face. .

"Don't worry, Qian Dian. The Nanman Miao people robbed the southeast flood refuge area and did not intentionally hurt anyone. This shows that they have room for rebellion this time. Moreover, in the eyes of the Nanman, I have an army of '30,000'. How dare they It’s not good for me; in addition, as an official of the imperial court, I am not only the magistrate of Jingnan County, but also the chief prosecutor of Zhejiang Province. Unless they are prepared to face the wrath of the imperial court and the genocide, they will not dare to touch me. " Zhu Pingan smiled slightly, and said with confidence.

"Xianzun, the so-called gentleman does not build dangerous walls, please allow me to go to the rebellious barbarian camp on behalf of the county lord to persuade the Nanman."

Liu Dianli stood up and cupped his fists.

"Master, please let me go." Han Dianli also stood up and begged for orders.

"Liu Dianli and Han Dianli, I appreciate your kindness and I also believe in your ability. However, your status is not enough to win the trust of the Southern Barbarian Miao descendants. Only if I go can I be convincing enough."

Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly and said firmly.

"County Honor." Liu Dianli and Han Dianli wanted to fight again, but they were interrupted by Zhu Pingan.

"It's getting late. You don't need to persuade or argue anymore. As the magistrate of Jingnan County, I am bound to go on this trip! Besides, your mission is also very important. You sit in the rear and keep an eye on the camp and the 'big army'. Don't let the Nanman Miao descendants see through the truth. After this trip is successful, I will make a great contribution for you."

Zhu Pingan said firmly.