Chapter 6 Collapsed Heart

"About Zuo Liangyu, are you sure you remember correctly?" Zhao Jin finally couldn't help but asked again in confusion.

This was already the third time he had asked, and it must have been Shi Ming's words that reminded him of this issue again.

"Probably not! Has the history here changed?" Li Ping muttered guiltily.

As he gained more information, Li Ping became increasingly unsure.

Apart from the ruthless Li Zicheng opposite him, the only person he remembered among the 180,000 Ming troops was Zuo Liangyu, their immediate boss.

But in Li Ping's memory, Zuo Liangyu was a famous incompetent general in the late Ming Dynasty, and his troops were even more famous for being scumbags in combat. He was rated very poorly in many books.

But now, the information they collected is very different from Li Ping's memory. This Zuo Liangyu is actually a famous warrior! And he became a general from a small soldier with no background.

They won more than they lost and often beat the peasant army into dogs.

If this kind of counterattack started from a small soldier, how could it stand out in the feudal society with the most important origins if it was incompetent.

What went wrong? Li Ping was completely puzzled.

Li Ping tried his best to recall the chaotic history of the late Ming Dynasty, but once again he was upset that he only wanted to read for fun and swallow the jujube in his spare time, but now he couldn't think of anything useful when it was time to use it.

The key is who can think of a day when it will be really useful!

Although Li Ping has not studied Zuo Liangyu's life before, nor has he paid special attention to the history of Zuo Liangyu, as a half-hearted history buff, Li Ping still has some memories of Zuo Liangyu.

The main reason is that Zuo Liangyu's troops are so famous for looting places. He is the villain in countless novels and stories in the late Ming Dynasty. It is impossible not to remember him.

But unfortunately, history can only be regarded as one of Li Ping's interests in his spare time. He only knows a general outline of many historical events, and the details are extremely vague.

Just like Li Ping couldn't even figure out whether Chongzhen's fifteenth year was 1644, he only knew that the Ming Dynasty fell in 1644, and Chongzhen might have been in power for 1678 years, but he really can't remember the specifics.

Therefore, what Li Ping could remember about Zuo Liangyu was that his unit's combat effectiveness was relatively poor and he was beaten everywhere. It seemed that he lost more than he won, but for some reason the scale was always very large. In the end, it seemed that he retreated to the Yangtze River.

There was a rush of people nearby and the show stopped, and all kinds of stories suddenly disappeared from him, and I don’t know what happened.

But this is obviously completely different from what they know so far about Zuo Liangyu.

Of course, the army they currently live in is indeed very bad. Anyway, Li Ping thought there was nothing wrong with calling it a scumbag army, but this only made him even more confused.

"It doesn't matter. It might be a good thing for us if he's not so wet. At least the chance of survival is higher. It's better not to have to run away in embarrassment than anything else."

Zhao Jin is not entangled. Whether history has changed or not is not the key now, at least it will not have a worse impact on their current situation.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

But Li Ping couldn't help but roar in depression. He was very disappointed that he didn't read the history of Ming Dynasty properly.

It’s true that you will regret less when you use the book!

"Don't think too much. It's getting dark soon. Have a good rest and continue to train your horse tomorrow. Our plan to start the race remains unchanged." Zhao Jin consoled him.

"If it completely collapses, we won't be able to escape even if we want to. It's not that easy to survive being assassinated. But if we escape early, we will probably kill those people." Li Ping shook his head in distress.

Far away.

The two have been discussing this issue for several days, but there is nothing they can do.

Both of them believed that the possibility of a defeat for the Ming army was very high, but the consequences of running alone in advance were something they were unwilling to bear, and dragging those people along seemed like a fool's errand.

"The Ming army may not be defeated, but just retreat in the face of difficulties. The peasant army may not have swallowed up the strength of so many official soldiers. Not to mention that Li Guo was beaten badly when they captured the town. Looking at the battles in the past few days, I think

The peasant army didn't take much advantage, and their organization might be even more chaotic." Zhao Jin could only comfort himself, there were some things they really couldn't do.

After talking depressedly for a while, looking at the sky, the two of them could only return to the camp as frustrated as ever.

By the time Li Ping returned to his camp, it was getting dark, and many people had already occupied sleeping places and chatted in groups of twos and threes. In the dry and hot season, no one wanted to go to a tent without ventilation to get rid of prickly heat.

, the open land is the best bed.

Of course, there are not that many tents. Although their current conditions are acceptable, most of them do not have tents to live in.

After dark, when there is no electricity, there is nothing else to do except sleep.

As for candles, they are expensive consumables, not for the big-headed soldiers. As for torches, not only can they not find enough vegetable oil (pine oil, tung oil, catalpa oil, etc.), but even if they find it, they will be taken away and used.

To prepare the army for combat readiness and alert use.

Li Ping paid no attention to anyone, but went straight into a small, low tent and pulled out a coarse cloth package. As a captain, he was not qualified to have an independent tent. This small tent with air leakage was created by him and several people.

Shared by all.

In this package were all his belongings, including half a piece of broken leather armor, a wide-brimmed white felt hat and an earth-red mandarin duck war coat.

As for money, except for more than 20 copper coins in a small bag on his body, he had nothing. He also had silver, which was a few small irregular gray-black metal lumps, but he had it early in the morning.

Handed it to Zhao Jin.

After taking the parcel and finding a remote open space, Li Ping unfolded the parcel and spread it on the ground. Then he rolled up his mandarin duck and jacket and lay down directly on his pillow. As for the two who went to another camp to drink flowers.

He didn't care at all whether he was drunk or not.

Even though the soldiers in his team were all scattered, he was not in the slightest mood to find out if there was anything he needed to know.

Making friends and winning over subordinates? He has no interest at all.

Even if the Ming army can retreat this time, Li Ping doesn't think he will stay in this army. How can there be hope in a place where he can only be used as cannon fodder?

Although Du Youyi attached great importance to their outpost, giving priority to food and drinking water, with full strength and complete equipment, and General Du Qian left a few more horses and mules, Zhao Jin still had this in name.

The leader of the whistle, but Li Ping would not ignore the difference between dragon and snake because of this.

He knew very well that the reason why Du Youyi attached great importance to the post was for Zhao Lanyue. When the two got married, the post would be disbanded.

Want to rely on nepotism? He and Zhao Jin must deal with the relationship with Zhao Lanyue and others, and this may be a bit difficult in the short term.

And struggling on your own? It’s even more impossible.

He and Zhao Jin were completely outsiders to this army, and it was not their turn to develop their power here. Others would be damned if they didn't guard them.

The most important thing is, will Zhao Lanyue accept her fate and marry a vulgar man from ancient times? This is really suspenseful.

Therefore, it is enough for Li Ping as long as these soldiers are obedient on the surface. As for cultivating feelings, he does not want to waste time and energy in vain.

Li Ping still can't adapt to going to bed so early every day, and his brain inevitably starts thinking wildly again.

What does this mean now? He kept asking himself bitterly.

He actually came to the Ming Dynasty, and it was still the last year of the Ming Dynasty, and he was on the battlefield with hundreds of thousands of troops, and then he faced the famous Chuang King Li Zicheng.

How incredible! How bizarre!

What's even worse is that he actually lives in the insect world.

He wasn't really here. He really didn't know that the Ming Dynasty was an era where lice and fleas coexisted with humans. God is my witness, he had never seen what lice looked like before.

But now, in just a few days, he can clearly distinguish between lice, head lice and pubic lice. What a speechless new knowledge!

This was an era where even the emperor would have two lice on his body. This was a super dirty and messy era that would be difficult for modern people in later generations to imagine.

No matter how difficult the conditions are, I can always persevere, but the disgusting environment is really unbearable.

Nothing but collapse!

God has given him a second life, but he can't play like this! What's the difference between this and letting him die again?

Yes, they do have a captain, and the official status of a sentry commander may sound careless, but in an army of 200,000, what is the difference between this and a big-headed soldier? They are not cannon fodder!

By the way, they are still outsiders. They have no roots and no foundation, and there is no room for upward mediation. Even if they want to hug someone, it is too late now!

Besides running away, what else can they do?

But where to run?

At this time, the land of Henan was thousands of miles bare. Even if they were allowed to pass freely, they would probably starve to death or be used as food by others before they left the dry zone.

What should they do?

Of course it’s impossible to give up?

Li Ping did not think that God would be merciful and send them another drop of blood.

Being hacked into this damn place is quite unlucky, and the next time you will probably go straight to hell.

Yes, they are still alive after all. And they have a young body, so they seem to be ready for a fight.

But how to fight?

Apart from being filled with resentment and helplessness, Li Ping really had no clue.

He intuitively felt that this so-called new life was basically a pit, a huge pit.

Tossing and turning, Li Ping couldn't sleep at all.

It was said that the cloudy weather only lasted one night on the day they arrived, and then continued to clear up. The Central Plains was very dry, and there was an additional layer of hot flashes at night.

Although he was far away from the lice-covered soldiers, the constant snoring still made Li Ping's brain hurt, and the hot and humid night made his tormented heart roiling and unable to calm down for a long time.

Strong grief and anger kept covering his face again, and tears could not be suppressed from the corners of his eyes.

Although he actually had a second life, a life that was more than 20 years younger, he did not feel any joy or happiness at all.

For several days, it was difficult for him to fall asleep. He was afraid of the night and the silent moments, which always brought him into memories and made him unable to extricate himself.
To be continued...