The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 40: The top three enter the underworld

"Brother Yuanliang, hiding armor is a serious crime and will be treated as treason."

Li Wan'er smoothed her hair on her forehead, her face turned pale with fright, her eyes filled with fear, and she spoke anxiously.

One armor carries three crossbows, and three armors enter the underworld.

If anyone was found to be secretly storing armor, the imperial court would impose a severe punishment on them, and in serious cases, the entire family would be executed.

Zhou Yafu of the Han Dynasty secretly collected 500 sets of armor and intended to use them as burial objects, but he was punished by Emperor Jing of Han. As a result, Zhou Yafu went on a hunger strike for five days and vomited blood before dying.

"Southern Liaoning is a land of high mountains and far-flung emperors. After the Battle of Sarhu, the imperial court will abandon this place. No one will care about us. We are all abandoned people. Otherwise, how could the Wang family have the courage to equip leather armor?"

"At the same time, when the spring comes next year, the troops of the Later Jin will reach Shenyang and southern Liaoning. If we are not equipped with armor, we will find it difficult to protect ourselves!"

Thinking of the brutal battlefield and the wailing servants, Shen Yuanliang became more and more determined, like a rock, unshakable.

Li Wan'er was reported for her father's unauthorized opening of the granary to release grain, and the women were exiled to areas outside the Great Wall, which gave her a natural fear of the imperial court.

Shen Yuanliang grew up outside the Great Wall and had a fierce nature in his bones. At the same time, he awakened his wisdom from his previous life and knew what a chaotic world the late Ming Dynasty was!
The Little Ice Age and the invasion of the Later Jin Dynasty were so tragic that “no roosters crowed for thousands of miles and bones were exposed in the wild” is not enough to describe the tragic situation in the world!

Shen Yuanliang had to use all means to store up grain and build high walls. At this time, he had to use all means to accumulate strength and race with the Later Jin. He had no time to take care of this or that.

Li Wan'er raised her head and said with a worried look on her face, "Brother Yuanliang, how about we leave Liaonan for a while?"

Faced with the mighty power of nature, humans are powerless, and even attribute it to "God". Similarly, faced with large-scale wars, the people caught in the middle are like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, with no power to resist.

Although Shen Yuanliang was able to fight against a sixth-rank martial arts master and kill hundreds of people alone without any effort, his personal strength could only show his bravery for a short time when facing an army of thousands.

"Wan'er, crisis, crisis, there are opportunities in danger. As the saying goes, the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish."

"If our Shen family wants to rise, we can only seize every opportunity and work hard to climb up. Otherwise, anyone can bully us."

Patting Wan'er's soft, white face, Shen Yuanliang came to the window, looked up at the eternal sun in the sky, clenched his fists, and spoke.

Who doesn't want to be the boss? Shen Yuanliang is no exception. His ambition is bigger than anyone else's, so big that the entire Ming Dynasty world cannot contain it.

To others, the invasion of the Later Jin Dynasty was a disaster, but to Shen Yuanliang, it was the first step for him to realize his ambitions and successfully ascend to power.

If we really retreat into the interior of China and choose a place to start over, the difficulties we face will probably be no less than those here, and we may even have to face the counterattack of the entire gentry class.

"Brother Yuanliang, Wan'er is with you."

Holding Shen Yuanliang's hand, Li Wan'er smiled slightly, her eyes gradually became firm, revealing a determination.

At noon, golden sunlight sprinkled into Shenjiawu Fort, bringing a touch of warmth to the busy people.

"Kill! Kill with all your strength! Haven't you eaten enough? Sweat more in peacetime so that you can bleed less in battle! Only by practicing hard to kill the enemy can you survive on the battlefield."

"Aim at the target in front of you and treat it as your enemy. It's the person you hate the most. Stab it hard and use force. Remember to be fast, accurate, and ruthless."

The sound of shouting was endless in the training ground. The faces of the three hundred servants were firm, and their eyes revealed a murderous aura that had never been seen before, adding a solemn and murderous atmosphere to the bleak winter.

Actual combat is the best training! After the battle, everyone underwent a complete transformation, from the inside out, with no more cowardice or hesitation in their eyes, and their determination to become stronger became even stronger.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A low horn sounded, and the three hundred servants who were training quickly gathered together without any hesitation. The whole process was clean and neat.

"Three days ago, you faced 300 horse bandits and fought to the death. I am very pleased about this. I have seen your loyalty and bravery."

"Those who have made contributions will be rewarded, and those who have made mistakes will be punished. All this money is yours."

After saying that, Shen Yuanliang kicked one of the boxes open, and the white silver scattered all over the ground, sparkling in the sun, attracting everyone's attention.

"Xiao Changgui, come up and claim your reward."

Shi Tou, holding the roster and wearing a felt hat and black tights, shouted loudly while ticking the names with a brush.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Changgui in the team's face instantly turned red, his eyes filled with excitement. He walked out in three or two steps, climbed up the creaking platform, and came in front of Shen Yuanliang.

"Here is your reward, eight taels of silver. Do a good job!"

On the high platform, Shen Yuanliang grabbed a silver ingot and three taels of silver and put them in Xiao Changgui's hand, patting him on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Zou Shengsheng", "Bai Dazhuang"...

Shitou called out the names one by one, and Shen Yuanliang personally distributed the reward money to the servants as an encouragement, and did the work himself until the sun went down.

Below the stage, with eight taels of silver in their pockets, everyone was excited, their morale was high, and their loyalty to Shen Yuanliang and their sense of belonging to the Shen family were rising rapidly.

Qianli became an official just for money. They worked as servants for Shen Yuanliang and worked hard for him, wasn't it just for money?
Now, after a great battle, Shen Yuanliang not only did his best to treat the injured servants, but also gave out rewards, a full eight taels of silver, without any deduction or discount.

"Disband, have a good rest for a day, I will teach you martial arts the day after tomorrow."

Looking at the young faces below the stage, Shen Yuanliang made a shocking announcement. Suddenly the whole training ground was in an uproar and all the servants could not help but whisper to each other.

"Can people like us practice martial arts? Did I hear you right? Er Gouzi, pinch me and see if I'm dreaming?"

"Hiss, it's true. I'm not dreaming. I never thought that one day I would be able to practice martial arts. Fortress Master Shen is such a good man. I swear to be loyal to the Shen family and the Fortress Master until death."

"Not only will we get eight taels of silver as a reward, but we can also practice martial arts. Fortress Lord Shen has nothing to say about us. If anyone tries to be ungrateful in the future, I will tell you whether I will agree to it or not with the spear in my hand."

Compared with the eight taels of silver reward, being able to practice martial arts is a greater incentive for the servants.

Over the past thirty years, extraordinary people have emerged and the path of martial arts has become more and more perfect. However, this has nothing to do with ordinary poor people. They still shed all their sweat in the fields as they have for decades.

Even if someone can practice martial arts, they are rare and all depends on chance, such as Shen Yuanliang's father Shen Zhong.

Now, Shen Yuanliang is willing to teach them martial arts, which is tantamount to a grace of rebirth, and it would be difficult to repay it even if one were to die.

(End of this chapter)