Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 317 This Man Comes from Earth
After passing by a dozen standard houses and walking a few dozen steps forward, Feng Hanmin discovered that quite a few people had gathered at the entrance of the village.

The crowd was divided into two groups, one group consisted of dozens of soldiers armed with swords.

One group of people were ordinary villagers huddled together and shivering, while some villagers only dared to peek outside their doors.

The leading soldier was riding on a warhorse, wearing cloth armor and was definitely not an ordinary soldier.

The rider raised his whip and pointed at the old man in front of him, who lowered his head and took the scolding obediently.

More than a dozen villagers sat slumped on the ground, with bruises on their heads and arms, and farm tools such as hay forks and hoes scattered at their feet.

Only after Feng Hanmin got closer did he understand the origins of the soldiers.

They were government troops from western Liaoning, and this time they were escorting Fang Futai to take up his post as Governor of Liaodong.

Taking into account that Liaodong had not been recovered for long, Fang Futai specially dispatched the various tribes in western Liaoning to garrison in various places, clear out the scattered Tartars, and ensure the maintenance of local security.

There were many troops returning to Liao, but this one was the Zu family's army. Strictly speaking, it belonged to the trusted subordinates of Zu Dashou's cousin Zu Dacheng.

The Zu family's power is deeply rooted in western Liaoning. In the past when Liaodong was under attack, any governor of Liaodong had to maintain good relations with the Zu family, otherwise there would be mutinies every few days and it was common for government orders to not be issued by the government.

Even though Liaodong has been recovered, the Zu family's influence is still very strong, and the Liaodong governor still has to give them some face.

To strengthen the army and return to Liao, it is naturally necessary to have money, food, supplies, military bases, and to "enclose" one's own military fields to supplement the army's daily supplies.

However, the imperial court's military expenditure has always been tight, and the Guanning Army can only raise funds for military expenses, garrisons, military fields, etc.

Therefore, as soon as the Liaoxi tribes arrived in the heart of Liaodong, they sent their retainers to the countryside to collect food and recruit people, and at the same time picked out some good cultivated fields and "designated" them as military fields. The Liaoxi army was then settled down.

What do the people think?
Let the people suffer a little more. The poor have been suffering for thousands of years.

Besides, this government army was "very polite". They immediately called out the head of the village and ordered him to find a way to contribute food and labor, so the government army didn't have to do it themselves.

This is called using courtesy before force, so as to avoid an awkward situation.

Unexpectedly, when these people heard that they were going to requisition grain, people and land, they began to complain.

They said that the climate in Liaozhong was colder than before, so only spring wheat could be grown, unlike in southern Liaoning where winter wheat could be grown. Every household harvested a batch of potatoes, which was just enough to fill the family's stomachs.

If they had paid taxes as usual, they could have coped with it, but the government troops would ask for the "three taxes" and additional consumption, the Jun Yao money, and the tribute money, which took away most of the food in the hands of the people.

The Tartars have been driven away, but we still have to collect Liao tribute. No one can understand this.

Even if we take a step back, we can still tolerate just collecting food, but why do we have to recruit labor?

Isn't the Jun Yao money the fee for exemption from military service? If we collect the money but still have to recruit people, then wouldn't all these miscellaneous taxes be paid in vain?

You know, the time for spring sowing is approaching. Without labor, it means that the whole family’s spring sowing will be affected. Then how will they survive the winter after the autumn harvest?
So a conflict broke out between the two groups.

Although these villagers received some military training during their slack season, they were ultimately no match for the well-armed government troops and their organization was quickly defeated.

The government troops were immediately furious when they saw the villagers "resisting taxes" with weapons. They didn't know where these peasants had learned this "bad habit"!
If the Liaoxi government troops can’t defeat the Tartars, can they also deal with you, a bunch of peasants?
If you can't kill him, beat him to death.

That's how the dozen or so villagers were injured, and the government troops were still beating them intermittently...

After figuring out the whole story, Feng Hanmin was shocked. A familiar aura hit him.

This is the military discipline and temperament of the Ming Dynasty official army. In comparison, the disciplined Beiwei Army is simply a "Buddha Army"!
Watching government troops beating villagers is absolutely unfair.

Before Feng Hanmin could make a decision, he had already stepped forward and shouted, "Let go of that guy!"

The officers and soldiers looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man who looked like a soldier slowly walking out.

"Where did this young man come from..." As soon as an officer soldier finished speaking, he was hit with a whip by the leader.

The leader glared at his subordinate fiercely, then dismounted, put on a smiling face and went to greet him. He was sure that this man, dressed in military uniform, must be a soldier from the friendly army.

However, soldiers in the battalion all have their own barracks, so why does this person live only in the village, and in such a standardized house?

You have to know that soldiers have no human rights. Being able to live in the straw hut area around the generals is a great blessing. How can they possibly own a separate house?
The most a general could do was to give houses to his personal soldiers, but it was impossible for him to give houses to soldiers who were like serfs.

Therefore, the leader first concluded that this person should be a junior military officer, most likely the leader of this "Tunbu", either the chief flag officer or the centurion who directly governs this place.

"Excuse me, brother in uniform, which general do you serve under?" The leader's tone was kind, completely different from the contemptuous look on his face that just ignored the people.

Feng Hanmin was stunned when he heard the voice, and his hands and feet became numb, as if all his blood and energy had been drained.

He was pushed here by the instructor's teachings. By the time he got here, he had lost all his courage and didn't know what to say next.

He had hardly ever fought in actual combat, and in the past he had only followed the Beiwei Army and done some auxiliary work such as transportation and harvesting.

If he got into a conflict with someone, would he really have the guts to take action?

If a fight really breaks out, will it cause a conflict between the superiors of the two troops and lead to disaster?

"I, I am from the Fifth Infantry Regiment of the Beiwei Army..." Feng Hanmin showed his timidity as soon as he opened his mouth.

The leader of the government army had some concerns at first, but now he heard the weakness in Feng Hanmin's words and realized that the latter was just a soldier in the "officer crash course".

He's probably just a servant, there's nothing to be afraid of.

The leader saw through Feng Hanmin's superficial weakness and whispered in his ear, "You better get out of my way, boy. You don't want to cause trouble for your Beiwei Army general, do you?"

Feng Hanmin trembled all over and couldn't utter a word until the leader of the government army patted him on the shoulder. He even felt a sense of relief as if he had survived a disaster.

"As long as the Tartars are not destroyed and the bandits are not eliminated, it is our natural duty to serve the imperial court. How can we not pay the three taxes?" The chief shouted loudly a few times, and then ordered his men to go into the village to "collect grain."

Before the soldiers entered the village, they saw a village woman peeking out and immediately gave her an evil look.

The three of them quickly stepped forward and rushed into the house, and screams suddenly rang out from inside.

The village woman opened the window and jumped out, shouting for help to the villagers at the top of her lungs.

However, the brave villagers were knocked to the ground, and the remaining villagers could only lower their heads silently, not looking or listening.

Suddenly, the village woman grabbed Feng Hanmin's arm as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw.

Her eyes were begging Feng Hanmin for help, but the timid look he subconsciously revealed made the village woman cry out in despair, "No!"

The screams were still ringing behind him. The village woman struggled desperately, and then there were more screams of villagers being beaten.

Faced with these tragedies, a series of words suddenly echoed in Feng Hanmin's mind.

Is this what the instructor taught him, to watch a village woman being raped by government troops, to watch villagers being beaten up, to watch government troops rob at will?

Just like in the past, could he just silently endure any injustice he saw? And then wait for a savior to come down from the sky and rescue him from the sea of ​​fire?
Did the food that you, Feng Hanmin, ate during the months of training all get eaten by dogs?
Did the Beiwei Army pull you out of hell just to let you continue to be a coward?!
Feng Hanmin clenched his palms, and a surge of hot blood slowly rushed into his mind. This time, his soft palms clenched into fists.

Even if you are a weak person, you cannot and should not stand idly by when you should stand up!
He should take action!
"Stop it, all of you!"

In an instant, Feng Hanmin regained consciousness, overcame his weakness, used all his strength to pull the village woman over, and then swung a heavy punch at the face of an officer.

It seemed that they did not expect that the expected "softie" would dare to take action. The other government troops came over with a mixture of anger and amusement.

Seeing this, the women in the village quickly retreated to the outer circle of the village. Those who dared to stay in the village were either widows or old women.

Since the main road in the village was not very wide and could only accommodate a few rough men, Feng Hanmin did not have to face many people at the same time, thus reducing the disadvantage of directly facing many people.

The hand-to-hand combat skills he had learned in training came to his mind. Facing the government soldier who rushed forward first, Feng Hanmin dodged the attack with a flash, then grabbed the opponent's arm and threw him over his shoulder in a fairly standard posture.

With a dull thud, an "enemy" fell to the ground.

it is good!
Feng Hanmin couldn't help but cheer in his heart.

The hand-to-hand combat skills trained by the instructor were not in vain. This was the first time that he defeated an opponent with his own strength, and an indescribable sense of accomplishment and pride arose spontaneously.

He can really do it!

As long as we defeat our opponents one after another, we can probably crush their morale and force them to quit while they are ahead.

A new attack came again, and Feng Hanmin continued to prepare himself, intending to use the same trick again.

Unexpectedly, the attacking soldier changed his attack posture midway, tricking Feng Hanmin's defensive action into failing, and then he swung a punch in pursuit.

The enemy's attack speed was very slow. Feng Hanmin thought to himself that he could dodge it, or even add an uppercut to hurt the opponent's chin.

With a bang, Feng Hanmin was knocked dizzy. The opponent's attack was slow, but his evasion speed was even slower.

As expected, ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel. He wanted to be brave, but he lacked the strength to defeat all the enemies like the invincible Beiwei Army.

Feng Hanmin fell to the ground weakly, and was then beaten and kicked by several soldiers.

Fists and kicks rained down, and the villagers' screams echoed in their ears.

The soldiers scattered like pigeons, searching for food and valuables.

The little yellow dog in the village began to howl, but these unruly government troops were not afraid of dogs. After a short wail, a pool of deep red blood seeped out from under the little yellow dog that fell to the ground.

The village chief knelt cautiously on the ground, and within his sight were the official boots of the soldiers wandering around, as well as the straw sandals and bare feet of the young men and women who had been knocked down and dragged.

Feng Hanmin, who was abandoned by everyone, was covered in wounds.

In an instant, he recalled the fear of being dominated by government troops, corrupt officials, and Tartars in the past.

Life is not afraid of good or bad, but it is afraid of comparison.

Under the rule of the above-mentioned villains, he was a pig and a dog, but under the protection of the Beiwei Army, he finally became a bit human.

It’s a pity that he is not strong enough and cannot protect his own life and these villagers.

Only then did he realize that his idea of ​​living a comfortable life behind closed doors was simply childish.

He doesn't want disputes, but disputes will find him.

If he doesn't have the ability to protect himself, any powerful enemy can deprive him of everything at any time.

What use are his monthly salary of one tael and eight qian, his three meals a day, and his equipment at this moment?
As long as these soldiers, bandits and corrupt officials exist, he will never have a good life, and the miserable life of the past will come back at any time.

Damn it, why can’t his little wish of living a comfortable life be fulfilled!
These damn bastards were always thinking about trampling on his life and taking away everything he had worked so hard to accumulate!
The villagers' potatoes were being taken away, and the laughter and joy in the village were replaced by shrill cries.

Looking at the miserable villagers, an idea suddenly flashed through Feng Hanmin's mind.

Such a tragedy can disappear.

Before the corrupt officials, soldiers and bandits came, wasn't life beautiful and fair under the rule of the Beiwei Army?
Only the Beiwei Army can save him and these villagers.

If we want to prevent today's tragedy from happening again, we must help the Beiwei Army to clear out all the evil spirits and monsters, and let the Beiwei Army continue to move forward and reach the highest level step by step!
Feng Hanmin was immediately shocked by his own "treasonous" thoughts, but this time it seemed perfectly natural. This was how the Beiwei Army should behave!

He finally understood where the fanaticism of those "rebels" came from.

He experienced the pain of losing and regaining, and gaining and losing again once, and only then did he deeply understand it.

The beauty that cannot be preserved with your own hands is just a mirage, a dream.

He struggled to turn his head and saw a young man huddled in front of the door, and threw his knife at him.

He told the other party to go to the nearby Beiwei army garrison for help.

The young man seemed to have found his way back home, took the knife and quickly ran out of the village...

The government soldiers worked in groups of two and tied the livestock in the village to wooden sticks one by one. Some people grabbed some coarse cloth and covered the horses' backs directly.

Some people emptied the food in the farmers' granaries and even took the few horse-drawn carriages in the village. Heart-wrenching cries were heard in the village one after another.

The peasants knelt on the ground and cried out in despair, but the government troops standing by showed no emotion at all and even wanted to laugh.

"We have fought the Tartars for you for many years, and we will help you defend against the Tartars fleeing north in the future. Taking a little food from you is nothing!"

The soldier carrying a bag of grain spat fiercely and kicked the farmer who was hugging his thigh away.

"You can't take the oxen away!"

A sharp, shrill scream pierced the sky, and an old woman threw herself onto a plowing ox in a desperate attempt.

This is the ox that the Beiwei Army sold to the village at a low price. It is even more valuable than an old woman like her!

No matter how the government troops dragged them, the old woman refused to let them take away the few oxen in the village.

"In the way!"

The government troops kicked the old woman hard in the abdomen. The old woman's eyes turned white and she fell to the ground unconscious.

The village was in chaos, and the government troops were looking everywhere for carts, flatbed carts and other cargo vehicles.

At this moment, Feng Hanmin, who had fallen to the ground injured, stood up again.

"Stop! I told you to stop!" Feng Hanmin struggled to support his injured body.

Facing the pressure from a powerful enemy, even if he was trembling all over, he had to face his own weak heart.

"This kid can still stand up." The government troops sneered, as if a new joke had been added to their boring life.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Feng Hanmin shouted and charged forward with his fists raised.

"You don't know your own limitations." The soldier easily punched Feng Hanmin in the stomach.

It was as if a dagger was stirring in his stomach. Feng Hanmin subconsciously covered his stomach and knelt on the ground.

If you want to live a comfortable life, you must strive for it with your own strength...

He struggled to get up and persevered, throwing a punch that was three times weaker than the previous one.

The government soldiers dodged his punches easily as if they were playing, then slowly grabbed his arms and knocked him to the ground with very little force.

Roll, roll, roll...

Feng Hanmin felt as if it took him a long time to stand up again.

With his face covered in blood from his head, Feng Hanmin found it difficult to even close the distance between him and the soldiers and bandits.

There seemed to be an unbridgeable chasm between them. His body sent out waves of warnings, telling him not to repeat his futile actions. He needed help and rest, or he might die...

Feng Hanmin, feeling dizzy, saw the wailing villagers.

He knew he was just showing off, and knew his fighting ability was no match for a few people...

But the courage that the Beiwei Army has always conveyed is to do something even though you know it is impossible.

The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage!

This is how we teach in cultural courses!
From the moment he made up his mind not to be a coward anymore, he forgot all his fears.

He displayed his learned hand-to-hand combat skills, begging his hard-learned memory for more help.

Feng Hanmin decided not to stand by and watch all the tragedies anymore, and to fight bravely until the last moment like the Beiwei Army.

The words that Beiwei Jun told him were: Would you rather die in battle with honor, or live in shame, perhaps even being tortured to death...

In the past, his answer might be to live one day at a time, but now he can finally answer seriously. He wants to stand upright and never kneel down again.

Today it is his turn to personally protect the villagers and his own comfortable life!

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The world seemed to have lost its sound. Feng Hanmin, who was struggling to maintain his balance, launched a clumsy charge without hesitation.

Even the villagers who had given up resistance were trying to persuade him to stop, saying that if he continued, he would die...

Feng Hanmin didn't listen and just kept charging forward.

He was teased by the government troops, kicked and knocked over, but he stood up again and again.

Unless he was killed, he could fight these government troops until sunset.

Just when the villagers thought Feng Hanmin would be beaten to death, they suddenly heard a horn sound outside the village.

The rumbling sound of the horn was long and solemn, and the familiar rhythm of the sound made Feng Hanmin's mouth curl up slightly.

The Beiwei Army, whom he had always admired, was here.

(End of this chapter)