Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 34: The Awakening of the Spirit of Farming and Warfare

Yang Feng looked at Xu Gui's performance with satisfaction.

These locals certainly know who are the richest people in Nanchang.

Three million taels...

Not much actually.

Nanchang is a place where many aristocratic families gather. It was said that half of the Ming Dynasty officials came from Jiangxi, and Nanchang Prefecture produced a quarter of the Jinshi (imperial examination candidates) in Jiangxi. Nanchang County and Xinjian County produced another half of the Jinshi candidates in Nanchang Prefecture. The glory of this city in the imperial examination began during the time of Zhu Yuanzhang.

For nearly three hundred years, prominent families have accumulated huge wealth through the imperial examinations.

It's only three million taels, you can still force it out with a knife.

Although money doesn’t mean much to Yang Feng, it means a lot to the young and strong people on the front line!
A Qing army head costs one hundred taels!
Three million taels only cost thirty thousand pearls. Currently, those blocked north of Shimen must be at least fifty thousand. It wasn't just Raozhou Prefecture they were defending; the entirety of Jiangxi province was behind those young and strong men. They risked their lives, while other prefectures provided money and food. This made perfect sense. He watched as Xu Gui and the other military households began to hold the gentry at knifepoint, forcing them to hand over their silver and food. The first soldiers to board the Gan River boats had already set sail, heading downstream. Yang Feng had only asked them to reach the east bank, and he hadn't specified a specific landing location.

They could go downstream all the way to Duchang, then land and head for Shimen.

If you hurry up, you can arrive the day after tomorrow.

Yang Feng then returned to Shimen, and when he arrived, the Qing army had just begun a new round of attack.

"Hold on. The reinforcements from Nanchang have already set out. I'm also collecting three million taels of silver and five hundred thousand dan of grain for you in Nanchang. Regardless of whether you engage in battle or not, everyone will receive ten taels of silver and one dan of grain. Those who participate in the battle will receive one hundred taels each, and those who follow can go to the front lines on their own. Killing a Qing monster will receive an additional one hundred taels, and those who kill together will share the reward.

If you die in battle, you will give your family two hundred taels, and the reward will also be given."

Yang Feng shouted.

There was an excited roar from below.

Then those who were too far back to fight with the Qing army walked out of the earth wall and passed through the dense barricades to the front.

There is still a tough and relentless battle ahead.

The Qing army even deployed artillery. Of course, they couldn't bring red-haired cannons, but smaller ones like the Portuguese and tiger squat cannons could be carried by horses. The artillery of the Eight Banner Han army was not limited to red-haired cannons. Amidst the dense network of chevaux de frise and wooden stakes, more than a dozen cannons fired at the young and strong defensive line. Shotgun shells whistled against the earthen walls, even hitting the young and strong behind them, while single-barreled bullets easily penetrated the earthen walls, harvesting the young and strong behind them.

But the latter did not retreat.

Although they endured shelling, no one escaped.

They set up various firearms on the parapet and returned fire on their enemies.

Immediately afterwards, the Qing army's Bayala flag launched another attack.

The Qing army didn't have much ammunition.

The brave Bayara bannermen, armed with shields and various cold weapons, walked through the dense barricades and wooden stakes and rushed straight to the gaps that were collapsed by the artillery shells.

But the young and strong men also had bamboos waiting for them. One person couldn't use them, so two or three people would carry them. Moreover, they were also learning in the battle. They no longer used bamboos to pierce, as the piercing effect was not good, after all, the Qing army had heavy armor. But they could use bamboos to hit, and each one weighed dozens of kilograms. Two people would lift it from behind and then suddenly bring it down...

This is really unbearable.

Some of the smarter ones even tie stones to the top of the bamboo.

Even smarter is to tie the rope not to stones but to a length of hardwood.

A giant flail.

Moreover, these young and strong men are better at this. After all, the flail is one of their main farm tools. In fact, there are many young and strong men who carry flails to fight.

The Bayala Bannermen never imagined that after hundreds of battles, they would one day face off against this monstrous creature. Next to the breach in the parapet, ten-meter-long bamboos were strung atop the wall. Teams of two strong men held down the rear ends, raising the front ends high. Ropes were attached to hardwood sections underneath. As the Qing soldiers entered attack range, they pushed upward with all their might, even leaping to their feet. Then, like the battering ram of an ancient warship, the thing slammed down on the Qing soldiers. One Bayala Banner soldier, recklessly holding up his shield, tried to resist, only to be struck directly by the wooden sections, instantly twisting and deforming, before collapsing on his head...

His whole body seemed to collapse softly in an instant.

At the same time, blood spurted out of his mouth.

The other Bayara bannermen fled in fear.

But the barricades and wooden stakes everywhere severely restricted their movements. Although many of them dodged them, many were hit and then collapsed one by one very softly.

One of the shots even missed and hit the barricade, breaking it into pieces.

Of course, quite a few Bayara soldiers still rushed to the gap.

Then comes the real flail.

Those young men who were familiar with this kind of thing blocked the gap. The moment the Qing army rushed in, they swung their flails down decisively. Although many young men were also pierced by the Qing army's spears at the same time, their flails bypassed their shields and landed on the Qing soldiers' heads. Those on either side of them with hoes hid behind the breastwork and chopped down on the Qing soldiers' heads the moment they stepped in. The young men who had used this technique their whole lives were chopping with extreme precision...

It doesn't matter if it's a little off.

After all, if you dig a helmet, you can kill him, and if you dig a shoulder, you can kill him too.

If you can dig up frozen soil, how can you dig up a thin piece of iron?

If you plan the neck, you can easily plan it off even the head.

The multiple combinations of defending their homes, the power of faith, the confidence of immortality, and the huge rewards have transformed these ordinary farmers into brave soldiers.

As the bamboo poles rose and fell, the Bayala Bannermen who tried to advance kept falling. In each gap, young men wielding flails and hoes fought bloody battles with the Bayala Bannermen. Behind them, more young men pulled the ropes of the cannons and hurled stones weighing several kilograms at the Qing army. Behind the flanking barricades, the young men responsible for protecting their flanks used stones, javelins, and harpoons to exchange fire with the Qing cavalry in the Longquan River. Some young men even bravely rushed out and hurled stones at the Qing cavalry at close range with slingshots...

This is also not uncommon.

Basically all shepherds have this skill.

After all, in the era of cold weapons, various tools used in agriculture, animal husbandry and fishery could actually serve as weapons.

There were even fishermen casting nets towards the Qing army.

Don't underestimate fishing nets. In ancient times, fishing nets were almost a must-have for catching thieves. The Qing army was indeed fierce, but once a fishing net was covered and tightened, at least before a thief could find a way to break free, the young and strong men nearby had nine ways to easily kill him.

In fact, there are quite a few people casting a wide net.

Not to mention those accurate harpoons, at a distance of ten meters, the fishermen's flying spears are as accurate as the heavy arrows of the Eight Banners Manchus.

The harpoon also comes with a rope.

If you miss, you can pull it back and fly again.

The Manchu warriors of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty have no ropes to pull back their arrows after they shoot them.

In fact, many Eight Banners Manchu warriors had run out of arrows and could only charge forward with spears. However, the length of their spears was like someone being pinned down by O'Neal in front of a ten-meter bamboo pole. No matter how they swung their punches, it was meaningless.

"The spirit of building a nation through farming and warfare has awakened!"

Yang Feng was sighing in the sky.

Of course, such an awakening is undoubtedly extremely unfriendly to the officials.

The Qing army below was finally defeated. The Bayala Banner, invincible for nearly thirty years, was finally defeated by a group of farmers and fishermen. On the front lines, amidst the tangle of barricades and wooden stakes, lay the corpses of Bayala Banner soldiers. Those killed by bamboo poles bled from all seven orifices, their faces gruesome. Some, wounded and unable to escape, wailed among the corpses. The young and strong men looked on in disbelief at the retreating enemy, having never imagined they had actually triumphed over the Qing invaders.

Is this the Qing invaders that the government army said were invincible and even invincible for nearly thirty years?
This is not that scary!

Although it would take at least four or five young and strong men to exchange for the life of one Qing soldier, at this exchange ratio, not to mention the entire Jiangxi Province, the Qing army in Raozhou Prefecture alone could be bled to death.

But they soon regained consciousness and rushed out, rushing towards the wounded and dead Qing soldiers. Then, one by one, they raised their hoes and directly dug off the heads of these enemies...

This is all silver! Behind them, Emperor Taizu Gao had already landed and quickly collected the dead and wounded soldiers on the ground into his Fang Tian Hua Ji.

"Great, great grandfather."

A kneeling young man said cautiously.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Yang Feng said.

"Your treasure can absorb so many people, can you also collect some troops and fly behind the Qinglu to release them?"

The young man mustered up the courage to speak.

Yang Feng......

After one hour.

"Damn, it seems like this is the way to play it!"

He rewarded the young and strong Emperor Taizu Gao generously and looked at the warships below.

Indeed, he can really play like this!
But young and strong people definitely can't do this. This kind of thing requires a certain level of fighting ability.

The Qing army still had plenty of troops behind them, but they just couldn't squeeze to the front. That was a river valley a little over one kilometer long. Even if they lined up side by side, there were only a thousand or so people in a row. In fact, the Qing army was not incapable of breaking through Yang Feng's 400,000-strong formation.

They can break through.

but……

Not in this kind of terrain!

Deploying 3,000 men to the front line in this kind of terrain would be like not being able to make any difference.

Especially for the cavalry, even a few hundred people were already very crowded.

The main reason why charging a cavalry formation against an infantry formation was suicidal was that a single cavalryman would likely be surrounded by dozens of infantrymen armed with multi-layered weapons, all waiting for him. Furthermore, the front line was clogged with so many barricades and stakes, which further limited the density of the Qing army's deployment. Therefore, the Qing army's forward replenishment capacity had to be limited, meaning those in the rear couldn't move forward to replace them. While Yang Feng didn't have a transport plane, he had something better than any transport plane!
"I bow to the Emperor Taizu Gao, long live the Emperor Taizu Gao."

The soldiers on the warship knelt on the deck and shouted.

"Look at your heads. They've been shaved and cut, haven't they?"

Yang Feng shouted.

These are Jin Shenghuan’s men.

They were being ordered to go to the east coast for reinforcement and had now entered Poyang Lake.

"Grandpa, we are guilty of a thousand crimes and we did not want to surrender to the Qing invaders. However, the officials surrendered, so we had no choice but to follow. We are refugees from Liaodong and have a deep blood feud with the Qing invaders, but there is nothing we can do."

A man who looked like an officer cried out.

The soldiers cried and wailed.

"I will give you a chance to atone for your sins with merit. If you do well, not only will your sins be atonement, but you will also receive a generous reward in the future, even if it means becoming a noble for generations to come."

Yang Feng said.

These people are undoubtedly the most suitable.

They are all regular troops, and there are many with strong combat capabilities among them, such as Jin Shenghuan's servants.

Moreover, it was not a pity for them to die. After all, these bastards had committed a lot of burning, killing and looting before, and their hands were stained with the blood of the common people. So they were thrown into the rear of the Qing army to tie down the Qing army. If they died, they died. If they survived, it would of course be considered as atonement for their sins.

"Grandpa, I am willing to go through fire and water for you."

The officer said quickly.

"Then follow me!"

As Yang Feng spoke, he landed on the deck, and then the Fang Tian Hua Ji appeared and stabbed him directly in the shoulder.

Watching him being sucked into the Fang Tian Hua Ji, the soldiers were so frightened that they shouted "Long live the ship!" and then waited patiently for Taizu to cast a spell. They had seen Yang Feng throw the huge rock from the ship before, so they knew it was a magical instrument similar to the magic gourd. Amid their cheers, Yang Feng quickly sucked in these obviously elite soldiers on the ship, then moved to another ship to continue sucking in people.

Soon he sucked at least five thousand fully armed soldiers into his Fang Tian Hua Ji.

Then fly straight to the rear of the Qing army.

He landed in the mountains and forests more than ten miles away from the front line.

Then more than a hundred people were thrown out.

"Go ahead. The Qing demons will be defeated within three days. By then, I want to see at least fifty Qing demon heads in your hands.

One head costs one hundred taels.

Your previous crime of surrendering to the Qing Yao will also be forgiven."

He said.

The soldiers looked at each other, then turned their gaze to the valley below, where a group of Qing troops who had obviously just retreated and returned to rest were slaughtering injured horses. They didn't have much to eat now, and although they did rob some food along the way, it wouldn't last long. These injured horses were no longer useful, so of course they had to be slaughtered and used as food.

"Grandpa, if we can't bring you fifty Qing demon heads in three days, you don't have to do anything. We will kill ourselves."

An officer said as he knelt down.

"Okay, if you complete the mission, I will give you a commanding officer position."

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

Then he flew straight forward.

And the soldiers behind him had already begun to move towards the Qing army...

Walk towards the Qing army openly.

"Master Niulu, I have a jug of wine here."

The officer walked while holding the leather bag and shouted in the language of our Qing Dynasty.

At the same time, the two soldiers behind him each took out an oil-paper bag.

The Qing soldiers looked at him in surprise.

"You bastard, you are kind-hearted."

A Qing soldier said with a smile.

Well, there is no need to make too much trouble. The Qing army will not suspect that there are enemies here at all. At least half of them are the surrendered Ming soldiers. They will only think that the surrendered Ming soldiers are looking for food in the mountains and forests, but they didn’t find any, so they want to exchange wine for meat with them.

Now because of food shortages, each army has to find ways to solve the problem on its own. Many of the Ming troops who surrendered have no food at all for various reasons.

The officer smiled and put down the leather bag. When they passed a big tree, the two soldiers quickly poured the contents of the paper bag into it...

(End of this chapter)