Southern Ming Rebel Army

The army marched slowly, but after two or three hours, the enthusiasm they had when they first set out had gradually disappeared, and was replaced by the boredom of the march.

Huang Cheng's scout camp has advanced more than ten miles beyond the infantry battalion, constantly conducting reconnaissance for the army. From time to time, scouts come back to report on the situation ahead. Scouts are the eyes of the army. If an army has no scouts, it is blind, and the commander has no idea where the enemy is or how many people there are.

Meng Jun rode his horse slowly forward, accompanied by Yu An and Huang Cheng, as well as two surrendered generals, Du Yonghe and Guo Hu. Huang Cheng was taciturn along the way and didn't say a word for a long time. In Meng's army camp, Huang Cheng always had a low sense of presence and didn't have many good friends in the army. In short, he was a very lonely person.

"That's Henggang Mountain," Huang Cheng suddenly said.

When Yu An heard this, he looked in the direction Huang Cheng was looking. A complicated expression appeared on his handsome face. Guo Hu and Du Yonghe were a little confused, but they did not speak. They just looked at Meng Jun.

After hearing Huang Cheng's words, Meng Jun was stunned, and then he looked towards Henggang Mountain. Yes, that was Henggang Mountain. The scene of the uprising was still vivid in his mind. It was only a few short months, but in Meng Jun's heart it seemed as if several years had passed, and yet it seemed as if it had just happened yesterday. For a moment, complex emotions surged into Meng Jun's heart.

Until now, he didn't know what the scholar's surname was, what his name was, whether he was from Changshu, but the scholar's appearance was imprinted in Meng Jun's heart. The scholar was the first person Meng Jun saved when he came to this world, and he also witnessed him die in front of him. During the time he spent with the scholar, Meng Jun clearly felt that this was a living person, and this was not a game or a dream. It made him realize that there were really people who were willing to die for their hair.

Meng Jun looked at the sun and said to the messenger, "The army should stop and rest for a while and eat some dry food."

The messenger quickly passed the order to Han Xiong. After a while, the order to stop the march was passed down one level at a time. All the soldiers either squatted or sat, and the auxiliary soldiers pushed the carts, distributing the pancakes in teams.

When Meng Jun saw the soldiers stop to rest, he said to Yu An and Huang Cheng, "Let's go and see the scholar."

After saying that, he turned his horse and galloped towards Henggang Mountain, while Yu An and dozens of his personal guards followed closely beside Meng Jun.

A moment later, everyone had arrived at the place where the uprising started. Meng Jun stopped his horse, dismounted, and strolled to the scholar's grave.

After being exposed to the sun and rain for only a few months, the wooden tablet that he had erected with his own hands had become somewhat worn out. Meng Jun asked the people behind him for a piece of cloth, gently wiped the wooden tablet, and casually said, "You can leave first."

After listening to this, Yu An and Huang Cheng bowed and then retreated a few dozen steps away. Yu An and his personal guards kept looking around to prevent any unexpected events.

Meng Jun picked up a stone and sat on it. Suddenly he remembered something and smiled at the scholar's grave, "I was in a hurry and forgot to bring you offerings and paper money. But it's okay. I've known you for so long and I still don't know your name. I call you scholar every day and burn paper money for you. You can't receive it without your name, right?"

After a pause, there was no movement on the grave. Meng Jun continued, "I have always told you that as long as you are alive, there is hope. No matter how difficult it is, there is always a glimmer of hope. You don't believe it, and you insist on stabbing yourself in the back. Are you stupid? But you are right. If it weren't for me, the Eastern Tartars would have won the world, and they would have to keep their braids for another 200 years. I tell you in secret, I can also predict the future 500 years ahead and 500 years later, hahahaha."

Meng Jun looked up at the sky and murmured, "Scholar, if you are still alive, please bless me and help me win every battle."

Then he shook his head with some self-mockery. Even if the scholar had a spirit, he couldn't do this. Meng Jun stood up and wiped the wooden tablet again and said, "Scholar, I should go. You lie down slowly. I still have a lot of things to do."

Meng Jun strode away after he finished speaking, while Yu An was actually chatting and laughing with Huang Cheng at this time. Yu An saw Meng Jun walking towards them, and hurriedly stopped chatting and led the horse over. Meng Jun didn't waste any words, raised his horse and said "Go!"

After coming to this world, every step Meng Jun took was extremely difficult. Even though he was a time traveler with foresight, he still experienced several thrilling moments, whether he was fighting in person or commanding from the side.

Sometimes the more you know, the lonelier you feel. Meng Jun lacks someone who can clearly grasp the overall situation. Meng Jun has to do everything by himself, relying on his feelings and crossing the river by feeling the stones.

The army started to move forward again. Han Xiong was curious and asked about the scholar. Meng Jun briefly explained. Han Xiong sighed and said, "The noble spirit of a gentleman is so great that it cannot be overwhelmed. The scholar sacrificed his life for justice. Only then can a hero like the governor raise his arms and shout out."

"Hero..." Meng Jun waved his hands and said self-deprecatingly, "I am just a person who is ignorant of the times, stubborn and inflexible."

Han Xiong said solemnly, "This is what a true hero is like. The governor must not be modest. There are countless people in the world who know the current affairs. As long as they keep a little money, they can sleep peacefully in Beijing and Nanjing. They are high-ranking officials, rich and powerful. They surrender to the thieves when the thieves come and surrender to the captives when the captives come. Compared with the governor, these people are like fireflies compared to the bright moon."

After hearing this, Meng Jun suddenly recalled a sentence from later historical records: "During the Ming Dynasty, scholars had no sense of shame. Those who held high positions and enjoyed great reputations were proud to surrender with their faces covered, while the generals at the frontiers all turned against them."

Meng Jun suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Han, if one day we lead the army to recover the two capitals, what do you think those wise men will do?"

"Hahaha, the Grand Commander said they are heroes, so they must know how to adapt to the times," Han Xiong laughed.

At this time, Meng Jun said to Han Xiong with some emotion, "Jiangyin has been defending an isolated city for two months. I really want to rescue them, but I am unable to do so. I received a message a few days ago that a woman wrote a poem in blood for Jiangyin. This poem was so shocking that I sighed."

Han Xiong was stunned and asked, "What blood poem?"

Meng Jun said solemnly, "The battlefield is full of corpses and blood, and the lonely city refuses to surrender. I want to warn passers-by not to cover their noses, as the living are not as fragrant as the dead."

Han Xiong was silent for a long time, then he sighed and said, "No matter how good the writing is, when it comes to loyal and heroic words, it can't compare to the dripping blood."

Meng Jun looked into the distance. Perhaps Jiangyin City was just far away. There was a beautiful figure, like the sunset glow, with a bloody beauty and a shocking power that changed the color of the sky and the earth!