Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

As soon as Cao Sheng walked out of the hall, he heard a crackling sound as if it was New Year's Day. He was startled at the time, "What's going on? What's going on inside?"

"I don't know, sir?"

"No, I don't think this is good, let's go."

Cao Sheng instinctively felt that something was wrong and prepared to leave with Erde.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave. This is such a lively event, of course everyone should participate together."

A strange voice sounded slowly.

Cao Sheng turned his head suddenly and saw a figure leaning against a pillar with a vicious smile on his face.

"Master, you go first, I'll hold him back."

Erde looked alert and slowly positioned his body between the two. His brain wasn't working well, but this also made him loyal.

Spreading his arms, Erde assumed a long fist stance.

I became his apprentice at the age of three and learned boxing from my master. I trained hard in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer. At that time, my dream was to master martial arts and repay the emperor.

However, the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

The majority of scholars looked down on warriors like them. If they wanted to join the Jinyiwei, they had to be from a good family. An ordinary warrior like him, who came from a poor family and had no backing, would not get any attention at all.

Erde has a high status in the boxing gym because he learns boxing very quickly, has a high talent, and has been training since he was a child, so his arms are extremely strong.

However, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can't earn a bag of rice.

It was the Cao family who took him in, and it was the master who saved his life, so naturally his life belonged to the master. When he was young, he was full of vigor and vitality, and he fought all over the northwest with his iron fists. Now, he is just a dog of the Cao family.

Erde exhaled and started shouting, the big dragon in his body twisted, and all his muscles and bones suddenly rushed forward with crackling sounds. Cao Sheng immediately turned around and ran back without looking back.

"If you want to touch the master, you have to get past me first!"

Bang bang bang!

The sound of UMP45 is much quieter than that of M4A1. In fact, the design of 45 is not particularly successful. Due to the straight magazine, the capacity is only 25 rounds. It can be said that they are gone with just a slight pull of the trigger. But in this situation, two gunshots can solve everything.

One bullet hit his forehead, another shot hit his heart. Erde's body suddenly stopped as if he was hit by a sledgehammer. Two flowers of blood burst out. His originally hunched and tall body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe the result before him.

“I don’t know what it means…”

45 He glanced at Erde lying on the ground, carefully avoiding the blood from splashing on his shoes, and walked slowly towards the frightened Cao Sheng.

"May I ask who you are?"

As a businessman, he had traveled extensively and naturally knew about the existence of firearms. However, the firearm in the hands of the man before him was completely different from what he had imagined. It was pitch black, made strange sounds, and could even fire continuously. My God! The Portuguese firearms couldn't fire continuously! Cao Sheng almost lost his ability to think.

He was almost dragged from the ground to Jiang Han by 45 with one hand, not for any other reason but because his legs were weak. When you see dozens of your men lying neatly in the room with blood all over the floor like a picture of hell, your legs will also be weak. It is better to say that it is very commendable that Cao Sheng has been able to hold on until now without being frightened to death.

Jiang Han took a deep breath. No matter how many times he saw it, this scene was hard to accept. Unless he was a psychopath, he would not like this kind of bloody environment.

He pulled out a cleaner chair with one hand, shook the hem, and sat down in front of Cao Sheng.

"I am Jiang Han."

"Brother Jiang, this is a misunderstanding..."

Cao Sheng tried to exonerate himself.

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, Master Cao, you should know it clearly. I respect you as a decent person, so what?"

Jiang Han stepped forward, pulled out a handkerchief from Cao Sheng's arms, picked up a blood-stained long knife on the ground and handed it to Cao Sheng.

"I will give you dignity, but if you are not decent, I will help you be decent"

"No...no...you can't kill me. I am a member of the Cao family. If you kill me, the Cao family will never let you go! Let me go, let me go, we can cooperate. I have silver, I have a lot of silver, all for you! Let me go!"

All his former high spirits were thrown out of the window in the face of the desire to survive. Cao Sheng was now kneeling on the ground, begging Jiang Han for mercy, looking extremely humble.

"Master Cao"

Jiang Han interrupted.

"Your money and your family are not important to me. Only your absence is important to me."

After saying that, Jiang Han patted Cao Sheng's shoulder as he collapsed on the ground, and left the hall with M4A1 and 45.

Next, it’s time to shop.

The Cao family is like a treasure house, with everything in it. For 45, sneaking into the Cao mansion is not a difficult task. The reason why it took so long was to find the Cao family’s cellar and warehouse, so as to seize all their supplies. Among them, what Jiang Han cares most about is potatoes.

"Please don't cook all the dishes for me..."

Jiang Han muttered to himself and ran to the kitchen of Cao's house.

The kitchen of Cao's mansion was some distance away from the front yard, and their situation was quite chaotic at the moment. The sudden loud noise made everyone panic. They didn't know what had happened and thought it was thunder in the dry land until Jiang Han brought people here.

"What are you doing! This is Cao's residence, you are not allowed to wander around casually!"

The chef frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with the wandering behavior of Jiang Han and others. Before he finished speaking, he saw blood stains on the trouser legs and shoes of Jiang Han and others.

"Um...I suddenly seem to have forgotten something. What was it?"

He turned his head and scratched the back of his head as if he was thinking hard, but his feet kept moving in the yard, faster and faster, until he walked straight into the yard with big strides.

Jiang Han was somewhat stunned by the acting skills of the brother in front of him, but he was also happy to see this situation, otherwise it would be really troublesome to chase people away.

The kitchen in Cao's mansion is a treasure trove for Jiang Han.

Volume 21: Chapter Asking for Leave

As I said before, there will be an exam on the 23rd and 24th, which is very important to me. If I fail this exam, it means I have failed this year. I can't stay up late to write the book tonight. I am really sorry. I kowtow to you all. By the way, some of the loopholes you saw before were left there intentionally, except for my typos. I will slowly remove them later. Please don't scold me, don't scold me. I will update you after I finish the exam tomorrow. After that, I will update twice a day. I hope I can pass

Volume 22: Chapter Chapter : Third Party Forces

"Is this a potato? What you've been looking for lately?"

45 looked curiously at the things in Jiang Han's hands that looked like lumps of earth.

"Yes, that's it! Luckily, they still have some left to cook, otherwise I would be at a loss."

Jiang Han looked at the small box of potatoes with great excitement. Jiang Han had grasped the future in his hands! This thing was too critical for Jiang Han, and even for the entire late Ming Dynasty. Convenient planting conditions, extremely rich grain production, large starch content, and cooking methods that were suitable for both vegetables and grains made it the main crop to fight famine. Together with sweet potatoes, it could cope with almost most planting environments. This was the cornerstone of his future plans.

“Potatoes... um... not very tasty”

45 recalled the guy who always wanted everyone to eat beef stew with potatoes together.

"But this thing can fill you up, which is very important. This world is the same as our previous universe. The output of materials is still scarce, so it is very important to be able to stably produce things that fill your stomach."

Jiang Han's statement was also recognized by the two. Too many conflicts were caused by resource shortages.

Lifting up the basket of potatoes, this was almost their biggest gain since coming to Cao's house.

"Is our car ready?"

Jiang Han turned his head and looked at M4A1

"It's ready, I'll go get it."

"Okay, we'll gather our things here and wait for you to get your carriage ready, then we'll be ready to leave."

Jiang Han nodded and looked at the other vegetables around him.

The Cao Mansion is like a treasure house, where large amounts of finances, food, and all kinds of good things are stored. If possible, Jiang Han really wants to move everything here away, but unfortunately he can't.

Jiang Han also found a lot of gold bars in the cellar under Cao Sheng's bedroom, which of course all became his. Some of the silver that could not be taken away was also sacrificed.

Now the servants of Cao's mansion have begun to flee for their lives. The chaos here will definitely be discovered, and a large number of refugees will rush in. Before that, Jiang Han must speed up and take away everything he can.

As for those mountains of grain, they will be distributed to whoever is poor.

At this moment, Anping City was in chaos. The county magistrate was killed by the refugees, which almost confirmed the fact that the refugees rebelled. The officials in the city surrounded and suppressed the refugees. The refugees gave up hope and made up their minds to rebel against their mothers. The city was in chaos, and the loud noise coming from Cao's mansion added fuel to the panic of the people.

Panic and madness continued to ferment and brew in this city, and then burst into a chaotic force.

Looking at the streets, after losing the restraint of the string, the refugees were running around in the streets, and everything on the road was swept away. A man grabbed a bag of food, but when he turned around, someone strangled him with a rope from behind.

How fragile is the human body? The rope was put around the neck, and the person was carried on his back. After shaking it a few times, the person's struggle would soon disappear. The person who succeeded in getting the food quickly left, leaving a nameless corpse on the ground.

M4A1 kept shuttling through the crowd. She saw that many refugees had gathered towards the place where she had stored the carriage. They looked at the tall horses in front of them with greed on their faces.

They were very hungry, and such large livestock meant meat that could sustain them for at least half a month. For the refugees, they did not see the so-called value of such animals; they only cared about tomorrow.

Fortunately, I arrived in time.

The sound of a gunshot stopped the refugees from approaching and they turned around to look at the source of the sound - a strange woman holding a strange-looking musket with smoke coming out of the muzzle.

"If you leave now, I won't pursue the matter. Everyone can go their separate ways and no one will be hurt."

The refugees looked at each other. They recognized the muskets. When they first arrived in the city, they had seen the power of these fire sticks in the hands of the city defense soldiers. When it hit a person, it would create a big hole in the body, and blood would gushed out, and even gods couldn't save him. It poured a bucket of cold water on the heads of those who wanted to take the risk at that time. No one wanted to be the soul killed by the gun. They looked at each other, waiting for someone to step forward.

"Don't be afraid! The musket can only fire once! That woman has no more tricks! Come on, brothers!"

Such a voice came from somewhere in the crowd, making the refugees who had originally intended to retreat become restless again. M4A1 wanted to find the person who made the voice, but the person quickly hid in the crowd again and no trace could be found.

The refugees looked around, preparing themselves mentally, and finally, someone took a tentative step forward. The response to him was a gunshot and the wailing of the man holding his thighs on the ground.

M4A1 did not like killing, she just wanted to complete her mission, especially the mission given to her by the commander. Breaking a person's leg would help calm the people in front of her more quickly. Seeing the miserable state of the pioneers, their fanatical emotions would be slightly covered by fear. She just needed to let them retreat, that's what she thought.

"You can guess how many more shots I can shoot."

Her words now were calm and cold, with strong determination and confidence behind them, which made people involuntarily begin to take her words seriously.

Faced with the calmness of M4A1, the refugees retreated. There were many targets to target and it was not worth risking their lives here. They dared to fight, but they did not like to die. In the final analysis, they just wanted to survive.

As the first refugee slowly left, the rest of the people scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only the unlucky guy with a hole in his thigh lying there. If he was lucky enough, he might be able to save his life.

And what was in front of M4A1 at this moment was the double-decker carriage designed (stolen) by Jiang Han.

Since there were no rubber wheels, Jiang Han asked a blacksmith to make two large springs to act as buffers. Although they were not much better, at least he would not be shaken into a fool.

The upper floor is used for living, and the lower floor is used for storing things. The carriage door is sliding, rather than simply hanging a curtain. He knows very well what the winter of the so-called Little Ice Age is like. It can be said that it was a thousand miles of ice and snow.

To pull this kind of carriage, we need draft horses, but for now we can only use military horses. There are draft horses specially used for pulling carriages in the Cao Mansion. We can just take them and it will be done. Thank you, Master Cao.

The most profitable businesses all come from robbing. This sentence is fully demonstrated in Jiang Han. Looking at the pile of good things in Cao's mansion, he really wants to take them all away. The ceramic tableware, mahogany tables, silk bedding, and mink clothes, Jiang Han's eyes are red.

“They are all good stuff…”

Looking up at Sister 45 on the roof, Jiang Han was puzzled. Why did such a good child like to go up to the roof every day?

"Sister 45, why are you going up there again? Come and help me!"

45 looked up and saw that Anping City was gradually catching fire, and a strange sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

“It feels so good to see human settlements destroyed... I hope I can come here more often.”

"After we evacuate safely, you can look at it however you want. There are two children in the house! Hurry up, we have to leave!"

There is actually a ready-made carriage in the backyard of Cao's mansion, but Jiang Han used it as a backup. Now one carriage is used for living and the other is used for storing things, which is very reasonable. Thanks again to the generous Mr. Cao for his sponsorship.

(Cao Sheng: Pah!)

The humanoid is much stronger than a loser like Jiang Han. Carrying two large boxes is like a piece of cake for him. Unlike him, he takes one step and rests two steps. He is simply a shame to Griffin.

The commander who chewed the shrinking fluid and punched the Neto people has passed away forever in the cold wind. Let us remember him and commemorate him.

Finally, the loading was completed. As two horse-drawn carriages rushed out of Cao's mansion, the refugees began to rush into the mansion frantically. In their eyes, the front yard of Cao's mansion was filled with food, and livestock, chickens and ducks were wandering around the yard casually. There was even a pond with fat and strong koi in it.

"Oh my god!!!"

The refugees only had time to shout like this before they fell into a frenzy of looting.

"Why won't you let me burn down the house?"

45 was a little unhappy because he failed to complete the achievement of burning down a house.

"There's so much food in there. If you burn the house, won't all the food be gone? The people in this city are already in such a miserable state. Although we can't help, we should not make their situation worse."

Jiang Han's thoughts are always somewhat contradictory. On the one hand, he feels angry and helpless about the current situation. On the other hand, he has an instinctive retreat from standing up and can never make up his mind. The petty-bourgeois nature in his bones makes him only think about living his own life. In his heart, he is still just a passerby.

The yamen runners in the city were trying to put out the fire, but the situation was too chaotic. When the corrupt officials saw the situation outside, they began to go on strike. They all worked for the emperor and there was no need to risk their lives. Those who were barefoot were not afraid of those who wore shoes. It would not be worth it to go up and get hacked to death.

The city defense forces sensed the chaotic situation in the city, and the two general flags also sent a considerable number of troops to suppress the riots in the city.

Officers and soldiers, refugees, and those who seek to take advantage of the situation were mixed together, making the situation even more complicated.

The city of Anping was in chaos at the moment, but outside the city, it was quiet. A goshawk circled twice in the sky and then fell somewhere.

"Captain, our people have taken action. The city is already in chaos."

Stretching out his arm guard, he caught his beloved bird, handed the hawk a piece of bloody meat, and reported to the leader beside him.