Nanming Engineer

Chapter 15 Marching
"Amitabha, General, are you reading correctly?" Wang Huan clasped his palms together again.

Su Le was startled by the sound and woke up from the trance. The chanting of the Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures just now was like a dream, which made him feel both strange and as if it was happening. It shook his suspicion. In his eyes, it seemed that he really looked like a monk.

Since he is really a monk, he is not running away. With a flip of his wrist, Su Le turned the long knife upside down, without looking at it, and sent it to his waist naturally, the bright long knife was already in its sheath. He is not procrastinating, demonstrating the ability of a warrior on the battlefield.

Li Yan knelt on the ground, and when he saw this skill, he almost wanted to applaud. He had a panoramic view of Su Le's movements, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart. Showing martial arts superior to his own, rushing forward to fight unarmed, the chances of winning are not great.

The knife was no longer touching his nose, and Wang Huan also breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he relaxed, he realized that his palms were full of sweat. He was so nervous just now that he didn't notice it.

Su Le looked around, condescendingly, and scanned the audience again. After confirming that there was nothing suspicious about the group of monks, he raised the whip in his hand, ignored Wang Huan, and sternly said to everyone: "The team is marching, don't make noise. Noisy, military law is engaged! Do you understand?"

Li Yan quickly replied: "Yes, yes! I will immediately ask them to stop chanting and keep quiet."

Suler nodded slightly, lifted the reins, and the horse hissed, turned around and left.

As soon as this person walked away, all the people present relaxed their bodies, like a dark cloud being blown away by the wind, and it was sunny again.Li Yan stood up, worried that the Qing soldiers would become suspicious, so he still returned to his car.And Wang Huan shook his hands, shook off the sweat from his hands, turned back and got on the ox cart, a young monk raised a branch, and as soon as the ox cart started, Chen Ergou and Xu Goudan left one The right came up.

"It was really dangerous just now, and the Qing soldiers actually saw us out, knowing that we are not real monks." Xu Goudan looked scared, his face was still pale, and he seemed to be quite frightened.

"Don't say that!" Wang Huan glared, "You have to firmly believe that you are a monk and have been an old monk for more than ten years, otherwise you will be exposed along the way."

"Ten years? I've been in the temple since I was born." Xu Goudan stuck out his tongue.

Chen Ergou said: "Then you were born in the temple! Listen to Wang Huan, you must be right. Look at your bear, look at Wang Huan, how courageous he is, he is not afraid of the vicious soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, if If he hadn't stood up, we would have been arrested and beheaded."

Xu Goudan glanced guiltily at the direction where Su Le was leaving, and saw that he was reporting to another Qing army general from a distance, so he shrank his neck and said in a low voice: "The Qing soldiers have all drawn out their knives, Who is not afraid of almost killing people?"

Chen Ergou said without cutting, "Wang Huan is not afraid!"

Hearing this, Wang Huan broke into a sweat, saying that he was not afraid that it was fake. In the life he traveled through, he kept his own place and made friends with intellectuals. He had never been compared with a knife. On this young man, someone put a knife on his head twice. What kind of luck is this?
Xu Goudan didn't know what Wang Huan was thinking. At this time, he said with great admiration: "That's right, Wang Huan, why are you so courageous and not afraid? And what scripture you just recited, it's quite nice. Is it Sanskrit?"

No matter how thick-skinned Wang Huan was, he also blushed a little at this time. If he told them that he hadn't actually recited scriptures just now, but sang "Uneasy", how would everyone feel?

This song is humming and chirping, and the tune has been slightly changed to be more peaceful. It sounds a bit like chanting scriptures. Wang Huan was quick to use his wisdom at the critical moment of life and death.Of course, in order to maintain the image and keep the confidence of the young monks, I have to tell some white lies at this time.

Wang Huan straightened his waist and said seriously: "Actually, let me tell you that the scripture just now is a scripture from Tianzhu. It is called the "Bible". It was brought by Sakyamuni himself. Xu Goudan You’re pretty good at it, this scripture is indeed in Sanskrit, and it’s all-encompassing, you don’t even understand it, but it’s just as good as it is.”

Chen Ergou and Xu Goudan were both dumbfounded. They looked at Wang Huan as if they were living Buddhas. They didn't know what to say. After a long time, Xu Goudan asked, "Wang Huan, oh no!" , Master Wang, do you know Sanskrit?"

"Of course." Wang Huan said seriously, "Should I still tell you about this?"

Wang Huan lied to the child there, while Su Le had already returned to Tu Hai and reported the incident to Tu Hai truthfully.

"Hmph! A group of defeated soldiers surrendered to generals, but they have the nerve to do something. They don't even want the dignity of a soldier. What are they going to do with the face after death?" Tu Hai listened, spat on the ground contemptuously, and said disapprovingly.

"Yes!" Su Le echoed: "As a soldier, as long as you go to the battlefield, you will either return victorious, or you will be shrouded in horse leather. A coward will be a weak soldier."

Tu Hai looked at Su Le with approval and said with a smile: "That's right, Su Le. I was originally worried that after reading the Han people's books, you might be poisoned by them and become a coward who only knows how to talk. But now it seems, I’m thinking too much.”

Su Le hurriedly clasped his fists on the horse, and said in a deep voice: "Master Zuo Ling, don't worry, Su Le is a hero of Jianzhou, a man born in Jurchen's mountains and rivers, and he will never be that handy scholar. Make meritorious deeds, seek wealth through military exploits, and be the pillar of our Qing Dynasty!"

Tu Hai tapped the horsewhip lightly in the palm of his hand, and said with a smile, "Okay! Our soldiers of the Qing Dynasty are indeed brave men. With such a brave general, why worry about my Qing Dynasty not winning the Kyushu! Hahaha!"

After a pause, he said again: "Go to Xuzhou for four hundred miles, let those soldiers be more honest, and stop making troubles. If they are not tired enough, let them all push carts, even those monks. No idlers."

Tu Hai gave an order, but Wang Huan and others suffered a lot. Soon, Qing soldiers rushed over, yelled, and drove all the monks sitting on the bullock cart down, pushing the bullock cart forward.

The vehicle was heavily loaded, and the wooden boxes on it were huge and heavy. Even for cattle with strong load-bearing capacity, it was very difficult to pull it. The added strength of Wang Huan and others was of no use, and the speed could not be faster.This is just Tuhai's way of torturing people.The young monks had no choice but to complain a bit in their hearts. With their heads lowered and their waists hunched over, they pushed the cart with all their might and staggered along the loess official road.

Wang Huan didn't care. In later generations, he had a very regular schedule. He went to bed at [-]pm, got up on time before [-]am, and ran for exercise in the morning. He was in good health. After traveling through time, the original owner of this body was in good health. Due to lack of food and malnutrition, he is skinny and skinny, and his body is like a bean sprout. He is basically powerless. With such a body, he is still far from able to implement Wang Huan's ambitious ideas. Far.For this reason, Wang Huan felt that he should work hard on his physical strength, otherwise, let alone fighting in battle, even a typhoid fever, which was regarded as a terminal disease in this era, would make him shit.

In this way, pushing the cart is tiring and hard work, but Wang Huan is doing it seriously. Not only is he sweating like rain, he also encourages other young monks to work hard. On the one hand, he exercises, and on the other hand, he can further eliminate the Qing army Suspect.

Just tossing around like this, the day passed quickly, except for a half-hour break at noon for lunch, the rest of the time was on the road.But even so, the entire supply camp of tens of thousands of people meanders like a long snake, and from dawn to dark, they only go out for about sixty miles or so.

Tu Hai was very dissatisfied with this speed. He just kept on going with a sullen face, and never issued an order to camp. All the people could only keep moving forward under the urging of the whip, until the last twilight in the sky was about to disappear. Below the horizon, the order to camp on the spot came down with the orderly's hooves.

The Wang Huans cannot rest immediately. Together with their family members, they have to cut down trees nearby in the dark, light a bonfire, set up a pot and add water to cook porridge, and set up a tent. Otherwise, they will sleep hungry in the wilderness tonight. Inside.

When the flames sprang up, the iron pot was licked, and the aroma of rice grains overflowed in all directions, Wang Huancai sat on the ground exhaustedly, rubbing his arms and thighs, grinning and feeling pain all over his body.

"Looks like it's a good fight! It's not okay to look like this." Wang Huan sighed. When did modern people who are pampered and pampered in later generations do such physical work that people carry on their shoulders?There is a car when I go out, and I sleep when I enter the house. I am used to leisure and work, and I am really not used to it after this day.

Taking out the dagger in his bosom, Wang Huan took off his shoes and started to pick the blisters on the soles of his feet. There was no disinfectant at this time. After the prick was broken, he washed it with clean water, then roasted the tip of the knife on the fire, and scalded it for a while. Even if it is hot, it will be disinfected, and this method was taught by Li Yan.

Just as I was feeling sore and sore, suddenly there was noise in my ear, "Dinner is ready!"

All of a sudden, it was as if a pot of boiling water exploded in the camp, and all the people went crazy, rushing towards each iron pot like a swarm, and the Huo Toujun beat the crowded people with iron and wooden spoons, and roared in unison: "Line up!" Line up! Damn, why are you in a hurry, believe it or not, I will pour a pot of boiling water on you!"

Those who don't believe it still rush to the side of the pot desperately. They have been hungry all day, and it is this kind of high-intensity march. Who doesn't want to have a hot meal early?The wealthy families naturally brought food, and cooked and ate it by themselves. Of course, there was no need to squeeze out the large pot of rice cooked by the Qing soldiers, but there were only a few wealthy people, and most people still hungered on the military rations. Everyone could see that tens of thousands of people There are less than [-] iron pots in the team. There are too many people and too little porridge. Those who squeezed to the back must not be able to eat, and they are still pushing forward desperately.

"Ah~~!" Several screams rang out in several different places, and someone shouted: "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze! The Qing soldiers killed someone!" The crowd immediately dispersed in those places, terrified. Looking at the exposed open space, I saw several corpses lying on the ground. They were all members of the team, holding bowls in their hands. With a long knife, he shouted loudly: "Everyone, if you don't obey the order, disturb the barracks, you will be killed without mercy!"

As a result, people immediately stopped crowding around the iron pot, and lined up obediently like a chilling cicada, and the whole camp suddenly fell silent.

Wang Huan sat on the spot, like an ant on a hot pot, watching this scene, he was very anxious. Damn, why did the meal start so soon? I haven't finished it yet. The blister on my foot just popped, and the blood is " "Bobo" went out, how to go to the ground to grab food?
Looking at it again, Chen Ergou and other young monks were also pushed to the back of the line because they were single and weak. One of them was holding a wooden bowl and staring at the long line, wondering when it would be time to take turns. As far as I am concerned, even if the wheel is on, I don't know if there is anything left in the iron pot.

(End of this chapter)