Zhang Xianzhong seemed to be dragged like a dead dog.

Once the cavalry in Donglin was encircled, the bandits were completely finished.

The defeat was like a mountain of defeat.

What's scary is that there is no place to run.

The cavalry drove them away and gathered them like cattle.

Then, the infantry with bayonets arrived.

Immediately, he called for surrender, and the Jinyiwei registered and identified the personnel.

Distinguishing is the most difficult thing. Everyone needs to distinguish who is the minion and who is the leader.

This requires a certain judgment. For example, basically listen to the accent first. The accent is from Guanzhong, so basically you will not run away. Eight out of ten are at least the backbone of the old camp.

Of course... Donglin Jun is good at this point.

You said it was a coincidence that the backbone of the Donglin Army was basically composed of people from Guanzhong.

So, a very speechless scene appeared.

"Name."

"Zhou Shiqi."

"Hometown."

"Henan."

"Is it from Shangzhou?"

"No, no, I'm not."

Slap the table: "I still say no!"

"no."

"You are from Majiabao, Shangzhou."

“…”

"Do you think I can't hear it?"

"Yes, yes, from my Majiabao, huh, so are you?"

"Oh my head."

"Oh, not far away, just across the river, it's still a fellow villager..."

So he slapped the table again: "Be honest, I am an official, you are a bandit."

So I heard the bandits sobbing: "I can't survive anymore, what should I do if I don't become a bandit? My brothers are all dead. General Zhang took me out of Guanzhong and lived to this day."

"You are a thief who came from the eighth year of Apocalypse?"

"How do you know?"

"Why don't I know that the disaster in the eighth year of the Apocalypse was the worst. Not to mention the Shangzhou, I left at that time."

"You have been a thief, too?"

Slam the table: "Fuck, I went to the capital and was taken care of by my mentor to study!"

"Oh, oh, oh...what mountain is your mentor from?"

Probably...

If it is all these wheels.

But many of the students of the Donglin Army couldn't help but sigh at this time. In fact, they and these bandits all share many memories.

It’s a pity... in that most hungry era, we went our separate ways and went our own future.

Now seeing these people who have been a bandit, they are still pale and thin and ragged, and the students are inevitably moved by the students. Maybe they might have embarked on that path.

The screening speed is very fast, because the accent and hometown cannot be deceived.

There was even a speechless scene.

When asked about the origin and name of a bandit, a student pointed at the man and said, "Don't teach him to run away, look at him."

As he said that, he ran to find someone.

After waiting for a long time, just when the bandit was trembling, the student led a team official and said, "Senior brother, it's him. Didn't the senior brother say that he had separated from his brother? He was named Ma Laoyao, and he was from your Mazhuang..."

The officers of this team are burly, but they look tired on their faces. After a big battle, in addition to commanding during the battle, they also need to be counted after the battle, which is the busiest time.

At this moment, he looked up and looked at the man hiding in the crowd in the distance, who was trembling and pale and thin, and tried hard to identify. The next moment, his eyes began to have tears, and he rushed forward and howled, "Younger, I thought you were dead, why are you still alive?"

This is the youngest man, who was so scared that he was scattered, because he didn't know the person in front of him at all. He was majestic and fully armed. Although his skin was a little dark, it was red in the dark. He was very strong and looked much younger than him.

But when he heard the sound, he felt like a dream. Suddenly his legs became weak and he said with tears in his eyes: "Brother, is it the third brother?"

"It's me, it's me... what's wrong with dad, what's wrong with mom?"

"Die, all are dead... Brother, I came out of the pile of dead..."

The choking and sob sounds could not stop.

Some people on the side kept their heads away.

Some evoke memories from the past and think about their family.

Some people also looked slightly moved.

So... it was all messed up.

Li Dingguo ran to find Zhang Jingyi with awesomeness: "Mr., mentor..."

Zhang Jingyi was in the big tent, closing his eyes to rest, thinking about the next plan.

He looked up and looked at the beloved general who rushed in, and couldn't help but say, "Why are you so irritable?"

"It's all messy, there's no rules at all, and it's so annoying to the students."

Zhang Jingyi showed a solemn look: "Why are you messing around?"

"I'm recognizing relatives everywhere. Is there any rule? People from various camps are looking for their fellow townsmen and their lost relatives at the time."

Zhang Jingyi said in surprise: "What's the reason?"

"What else can we do? In the first year of great disaster, we refugees were divided into two groups, heading to the capital, and were taken away by our mentors, and others were all thieves. The situation was too chaotic at the beginning, and everyone just wanted to live, and their wives and children were separated, and brothers went their separate ways."

Zhang Jingyi relaxed: "This is human favor, it is inevitable, hey..."

Li Ding Guodao: "Don't worry?"

Zhang Jing said: "It's an official or a bandit, but it can't stand the blood connection. If you don't say it, you can't say it. Even if you just say it, can people not miss their fellow villagers? In this way, you have to set rules and let people collect and record all the information about finding relatives, and then compare it with the bandits' information here. You can't be in a mess and out of rules."

Li Dingguo was happy: "This is what my mentor said, so I will go to find my brother too. I used to think he was dead, but I might still be alive."

Zhang Jingyi: “…”

More than 100,000 prisoners are actually a difficult task, especially when they are about to end night. If they are not detained, they are very likely to escape in the chaos at night.

On the other hand, it is cold at night. If there is no place to shelter from the wind and rain, a lot of hunger and freezing may occur.

Fortunately, at this time, the rations that were allocated urgently were delivered.

In the county town not far away, a large amount of cotton cloth and bedding that were confiscated were allocated urgently.

At this time, Zhang Jingyi could only pray that it would not rain at night.

On the field, all the prisoners were organized into camps, confiscated all their weapons, and then... a big pot was built in the camp.

The big pot was filled with firewood, and then it started to spray and boil. When the water boiled, the sheep had already been killed and threw them in.

Immediately afterwards, someone stepped on a small stool, held a shovel in his hand, and scooped it in the big pot.

Soon, the aroma of meat began to spread.

Other ingredients and various seasonings were thrown into it.

There was a sharp-eyed bandit who saw the officials with their own eyes, and they actually opened bags of white salt and threw them into the pot.

This is fine white salt, not the kind of salt with impurities eaten by ordinary people. Only wealthy families can afford it.

As soon as the fragrance came out, the person felt his stomach and intestines squirm desperately.

Slumber flowed out in a daze.

But this man could only curl up in the corner and dared not move at all.

The detained students were patrolling back and forth with bayonet rifles.

This official army is also very strong, different from what I imagined in daily life. The officers and soldiers seen by bandits in the past were actually just two sides in the mirror. Everyone was dressed in rags, all had pale faces and thin skin, and were all hunched over. It was just that the other party called himself an official army and was a thief, and that was it.

But the government troops I see now are completely different, and there is an indescribable feeling, which makes people feel scared, especially in the battle during the day, which really makes people lose their souls and lose their courage.

Moreover, the temperament of these people gives people an indescribable feeling.

Even sometimes, when they speak, they can hear the very friendly Guanzhong accent, but when they think about their words, they find that there is a difference. When they speak, they do not have the ability to organize language, but they are just the most primitive communication, just like... General Zhang, General Zhang is already very talented, and can become a poem by speaking. Everyone admires this very much.
To be continued...