"What I said is a bit reasonable. I have returned from thousands of miles to help, which is true for Wu Sangui. Now that the country is destroyed and the family is dead, it is old. Anyway, it is considered as a return to the Ming Dynasty. Zhongxing, you go and inform the men to get some clothes and let us leave now."

Ma Bao sighed. He was not stupid. Although his youngest son said something was full of splendor, he knew that it was actually this guy who was afraid of death, but his proposal to surrender to the Xinglang regime touched Ma Bao, who was already old.

In the 14th year of Yongli, after the Qing army entered Yunnan, he had no choice but to surrender to the Qing Dynasty, but he was unwilling to do so. This can be seen from the names given by his two sons that the last word "Big and the Second" added to it, which is exactly "Xingming", and the lines represent Ma Bao's obsession.

Of course, he also knew that when he retreated into the deep mountains, the pseudo-Qing general Xifu and Zhao Liangdong, who were at the foot of the mountain, would definitely send troops to pursue him, but he was not afraid. When he was at the end of his life, he would fight to the death with the Qing army, killing one to make a profit, killing two to make a pair, and not letting down his Ma Bao's reputation for life.

"The father and the commander are wise. Three hundred years ago, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty relied on the 18 cavalry to revive the Tartars and fled in a hurry and returned north. We still have 800 warriors now, how can we not restore our hometown of Emperor Ming?"

Seeing that his father finally nodded, Ma Zhongying was overjoyed and turned to Bashan and said, "Uncle Ba, go and invite a few brothers to go to the hillside to pick up some Qing army's armor."

"Take off your clothes?"

Baske was a little confused. He followed Ma Bao to fight in the south for twenty years and was loyal to the Ma family, but he really couldn't figure out what he, the young master, was thinking.

"Uncle Ba, in today's battle, more than half of the Tartars were killed or injured. My father was one of the culprits whom Kangxi called himself. Tomorrow, the Tartars chief Xifu will definitely attack the mountain again. The enemy is numerous and we are few. If we don't disguise ourselves, where can we leave?"

The head is shrinking and the head is stretched for 3,600. If you don’t play with the Tartars, Ma Zhongying doesn’t think that he can get rid of the Qing army with just 800 defeated soldiers. The necessary disguise is still necessary. The more you go inside the mountains, the denser the forests are. Everyone is dressed in the Qing army, and even if they encounter it, they can get away with it.

"This...well!"

Baske looked up at Ma Bao. Seeing that Ma Bao did not comment, he had to agree to Ma Zhongying's request. He clicked on the spot and touched the hillside where the battle between the two sides was achieved through the moonlight.

During a big battle during the day, the Qing army and the Zhou army suffered heavy losses. The hillside was covered with the bodies of soldiers from both sides of the enemy and us. It was actually not difficult to collect the armor of the Qing army.

However, the remnants of the Zhou army on the mountain were all personal soldiers who had followed Ma Bao for many years. No one was a man who climbed out of the sea of ​​blood. They had no burden on them to take off the armor on the dead.

Ma Zhongying is different. Although he has memories of a bad guy in his previous life, he is still a modern person after all. As soon as he got down the hillside, he was shocked by the miserable scene in front of him and his stomach seemed to be overturned. He couldn't help but retching.

It was so terrifying that the hillside was full of corpses with broken hands and feet and heads. Some of the chests were broken. The ugly organs were mixed with dried blood and were everywhere, red, white, and black.

"Young Master, it doesn't matter if you...!"

Baske was a little confused. Although his fifth young master was only twenty-eight years old this year, he had gone to the sea of ​​wars, so how did he become different today?

"Uh... Uncle Ba... I'm fine. I guess the arrow injury during the day has not yet been cured. You guys are busy first, I'll take a break."

Ma Zhongying covered her stomach with one hand and held a tree trunk with the other hand. While vomiting, she signaled Baske and the others to take action first.

"Uh...well, everyone is quick, don't disturb the Tartars."

Baske was a little confused about what the arrow wound had to do with vomiting, but he had followed the Ma family for more than ten years. Although the young master was different from usual, he had no doubts and immediately ordered the soldiers to remove the clothes from the body.

a long time!

Ma Zhongying finally recovered. He forced himself to resist the acid reflux in his empty stomach, bent down with his teeth, and began to fumble on the Qing army's corpses with the personal soldiers.

"The leader of the Ba Tong... I'm so lucky. This Qing soldier still has money on him."

"I have this too."

"I also found two silver ingots."

The Qing army went south all the way. In order to boost morale among the army, the Qing court agreed that the Qing army could rank soldiers in the city controlled by Wu Zhou. Besides, the brothers were born and died, just to think of this yellow and white thing? Therefore, the Qing army entering Yunnan had some scattered gold and silver on their bodies.

"...Silver? Hurry up, Uncle Ba, go and notify my father and ask him to send more people here. We not only have to take off our clothes, but also have to take the money. How much can we take."

Ma Zhongying was already covering her stomach and vomiting constantly. She was so energetic that silver was a good thing.

As the saying goes, a real man should not have power for a day, and a young man should not have money for a day. In this era, Yunnan has repeatedly become a base for resisting the rule of the Qing court. One of the reasons is that Yunnan's people are tough and the terrain is complex. The chieftains from all over the country have formed villages to defend themselves, and they are very resistant to the brutal rule of the Qing Dynasty.

However, most of these local chieftains only care about their own acre of three parts of the land, and have no ambition to dominate the world, but they care a lot about money and food.

Wumeng Mountain lies across the two provinces of Yunnan and Guizhou, and runs for thousands of miles, with mountains standing on tops, and the toasts inside are like crucian carp trees crossing the river.

Although Ma Baojun was severely injured by the pseudo-Qing Dynasty, he still had 800 elite soldiers, so he naturally would not be afraid of ordinary chieftains. However, if he wanted to survive in this vast mountain, he would have to deal with them.

How to deal with it?

Only money and women are.

Ma Zhongying, who has experienced great economic development in later generations, knows that in any society, things that can be solved with money are nothing.

The Ma family army rushed for more than a thousand miles in a row, and the money had been spent all. Now it can be supplemented. Who cares whether the money was found on the dead?

About an hour later, Ma Zhongying, Baske and others collected 764 complete green camp clothes, 230 pairs of hard bows, more than 3,000 arrows, 76 bird guns, forty-eight cotton armor, seven iron armor, and more than 1,600 taels of silver.

"Okay, that's all. We're just about it. If there are so many people, it's not good for our marching. Uncle Ba, let's go back!"
Chapter completed!