Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

"Mom...what are these things?"

"Before, I always heard the fortune teller say that the thief Jiang was a star from heaven who came down to earth, but I didn't believe it. Now I definitely believe it..."

"Still calling you Jiang Ze? Do you want to die?"

...

"Captain, it's bad, the front line has been defeated!"

Captain Flying Guillotine, who was planning to sneak into Jiang's residence, heard the alarm from his own men. The content was so outrageous that he didn't react at first.

"Defeated? Who?"

"We've been defeated!" The subordinate who came to deliver the message looked anxious.

"We were defeated?" The captain felt it was very mysterious. I ran all the way out of the city, and before I even reached the gate of Jiang's mansion, we've already been defeated?

We are ready to fight to the death, but Your Majesty has already given up?

"Yes, Captain. Now that bastard is leading his men outside to hunt down our people! All the soldiers in the city have been mobilized! What should we do?"

The captain's eyes lit up and after a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's continue to sneak in and send a letter to other brothers in the city, asking them to wreak havoc in the city. The more chaos the better! Provide cover for our actions!"

"Ah? Captain, shall we continue?"

"Continue! Their army is out chasing ours right now, so the city must be empty. If we miss this God-given opportunity, how can we complete the mission assigned by the prince?"

"We, the Flying Guillotines, are the MUTOs in the hands of the prince. All orders from the prince are the top priority. Go quickly and don't alert the enemy!"

"Yes!"

The men nodded in response and ran quickly outside. As the main action group, they could not wait for the arrow to pierce the clouds and thousands of troops to come to meet them. The defenders in the city would definitely rush to the location where the signal was sent as soon as possible. Therefore, he had to pass the message out and let other groups take charge of this glorious task.

Long before the operation began, the members of the Flying Guillotine had already dispersed from the city as planned. As soon as the signal came, everyone started to work. As a messenger, he naturally knew where the different team members were. Now, he ran in the direction closest to him.

At this moment in Yangzhou City, although night has fallen, the city is still bustling, with bright lights on the roadside. A large number of militiamen and various production personnel have not yet rested. The teahouses and theaters in the city are still open for business as usual. The war did not have any particularly big impact on the people in this city. This was not only because the soldiers kept the enemy out of the bastion fortifications, but also because the good news from the front line every day gave the people confidence.

They have always believed that victory will surely come.

The messenger was walking through the crowd, brushing past several vendors. At the stall beside him, he suddenly felt a chill under his armpit. He was startled and wanted to roar to fight off the enemy, but found that his arms had no strength no matter what. Then one hand covered his mouth, and several people instantly disappeared into the shadows of the alley on the side.

A street sweeper walked up slowly, sprinkled water, and cleaned the street. The scattered bloodstains on the ground disappeared from the street, as if nothing had ever happened. The streets were bustling with traffic, and people were still living their normal lives.

A thin rope was tied around the neck, the person was carried on the back, and the two ends of the rope were grabbed. After shaking it a few times, everything was done. The cleaner came over with a kettle, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"You guys are really not good at your job. Look at the blood on the ground. It took me two trips to clean it up."

"There's nothing we can do. These Tartars are very skilled. If we try to subdue them on the street using the old methods, it will cause quite a commotion. In order not to affect the common people, we have to do this."

The cleaner snorted and continued with his work.

That's right, they were all from the Intelligence Department. The Flying Guillotine members who had sneaked into the city were located one by one early on and handed over to the intelligence team for special processing in order to eliminate them before they caused any substantial damage.

When they started to deal with these Tartars, the martial arts skills of the Flying Guillotines were indeed beyond the expectations of those in the intelligence department. They were so flustered that they almost got a signal. Fortunately, they were more skilled.

The tasks of these agents in the intelligence department were basically trained by Sister 45. Of course, Sister 45 was only responsible for the training of the first batch. After that, she let them make their own rules internally. In terms of close combat ability, 45's combat effectiveness is not inferior to Brother 16, who is the ceiling of Griffin's combat effectiveness. Otherwise, where did Brother 16 get the huge scar on his face?

The abilities of the team members were also clearly demonstrated in the previous actions. With two cuts to the armpits and severing the tendons, they directly destroyed more than half of the Flying Guillotine's martial arts. By strangling the neck and covering the mouth, dealing with a person was as easy as killing him.

"Including this, we have already cleared out all the scattered members in the city."

"Then it's almost time to close the net. Give the signal to the head, don't let these beasts really get into the master's house, otherwise we will be in trouble."

One of them nodded, rubbed the dead Flying Guillotine member's arms, found a whistle, and took out a fire starter from his arms, blew into it, and lit it.

The flare arrows made a sharp whistle and exploded in the air. The people on the road paused for a moment and then returned to their own rhythm. These things were too common. The movements of the sir on the front line were much more than this.

"It's done, the letter has been sent, get ready to act!"

Seeing his own people's flare signal sounding in the air, the captain of the Flying Guillotine waved his hand and officially began to prepare to sneak into the Jiang Mansion.

They followed the shadows of the wall, hiding from the militiamen patrolling the city and the common people passing by, and arrived at the location of the Jiang Mansion.

Jiang Han's home is not too far from residential areas, and there are even quite a few ordinary families as neighbors. It is relatively easy to sneak in.

In addition, there is the courtyard wall of Jiang Han’s house, which is not very high. Several members of the Flying Guillotine quietly came to the base of the wall of Jiang Han’s house.

"Is this it?"

"That's right"

"Okay, get ready to go in, and be careful around you"

The members of the Flying Guillotine had undergone professional training and were a truly professional team in assassination. Their footsteps made no sound at all. Just when they were about to climb the wall to invade, their leader suddenly called a halt.

"Wait a minute, listen, what's going on?"

Crunch, crunch, that was the sound of something moving on the stone road, which made the members of the Flying Guillotine tense up and hold the weapons tightly in their arms, ready to attack at any time.

Soon, with the help of the moonlight, they could see clearly the object that made the sound - it was a round ball like a watermelon, slowly rolling towards them.

No one breathed a sigh of relief. On such a quiet night, when all the sounds around them had ceased to exist, suddenly such a round object rolled towards them. This scene could be described as weird in any way.

Wait... quiet? The captain was quick to sense something was wrong. The surroundings were too quiet!

"Not good! Prepare to retreat!"

Without any doubt, the team members took action. However, at this moment, they turned around and found that there was a big round watermelon on the way they came in.

Then, a scene that makes people's scalp tingle began. The watermelon suddenly stood up and grew legs. This was already very strange. What was even stranger was that the watermelon cracked open, and there was a red light coming out of the cracked mouth. It looked like a bird that wanted to break out of its shell but failed and only grew two legs.

The vanguard is a spherical combat unit produced by the reconnaissance center. It is small in size and carries light firepower. The damage is not high, but it is enough to kill people. The anti-jointed lower limbs give them considerable flexibility. They can climb up to the roof to remove tiles and chase dogs on the ground without any problem.

The strength of this thing is not high, two or three bullets can make it completely scrapped, but it can be considered very strong. Moreover, with its small size, it is also very difficult to aim at it. What's more, the original design purpose of this thing is for mass production and consumption.

To use a more appropriate metaphor, the swarm host is the one with a trypophobic gospel on its back.

The Scout looks pretty cute in the game. It's round, with two short legs flapping around, giving it a silly and cute vibe. But in fact, its legs are quite long, more than one-third of its body, making it look like a giant two-legged spider, which is pretty embarrassing.

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A chill has risen from the soles of the feet of these blood-dropping members. "Go quickly, don't stop!"

Before they could continue to escape, a laser beam shot out from the center of the watermelon in front of them. In a flash, the head of a blood-guillotine was pierced on the spot.

"What the hell!!"

With shock and anger, the teammates next to him threw the flying knives in their hands at the strange watermelon. The flying knives collided with the watermelon, making a crisp metallic sound. The watermelon was smashed to the ground, and its two short legs flapped their wings and tried to stand up again.

"Hurry!! Go!"

The bad premonition became stronger and stronger, and the action just now seemed to have broken some kind of mechanism. The silence around them was no longer there, and the sounds of rustling and crackling were endless. At this moment, everyone realized that their sides, behind their backs, and above their heads were all filled with the small round monsters.

The red light in the alley flickered. A cart and several sprinkler and sweeper trucks stopped at the entrance of the alley. The body was lifted onto the cart, the water washed away the blood, the flowers and plants on the side were trimmed back to their original appearance, and the tiles above their heads that were broken and fell by the scouts were repaired, and everything returned to peace again.

Finally finished, I was really excited to eat this melon tonight, it made me unable to sleep for half the night, it's really top-notch, why are all the stupid men in the world so similar, squeezing the living space of us normal men

Volume 366: Chapter Chapter : Being Taught a Lesson

The pursuit lasted for several days. Tens of thousands of Qing troops were chased like dogs by the volunteers on the plains. Many of them began to foam at the mouth and everyone was on the verge of collapse.

Jiang Han was organizing resources in the rear while distributing food, war horses, and various captured resources.

The Eight Banners war had a wide range and caused great damage. Coupled with the severe disasters in various places, the grain price in the entire Ming Dynasty can be said to be steadily improving like Maotai. However, due to the war, a large number of refugees were displaced. For Jiang Han, this was an opportunity.

After surviving this war, what will greet him will be a rapid rebound after heavy pressure. Everything in Yangzhou will usher in a rapid rising period. A large number of refugees will rush to this area that has been most successful in fighting against the Tartars to seek a sense of security. Everything in the city also needs to develop, not to mention that he has just conquered Suzhou, and all of these are inseparable from a large amount of food and grass.

The Qing army gave him a good harvest of rice. With these materials, combined with subsequent trade, Jiang Han can basically ensure that his material supply will not be delayed in subsequent development.

But now, he was being talked about by his own subordinates.

"Sir, we think there are some problems with your current decision-making"

Is there something wrong with my decision? This is the first time I heard that Jiang Han was interested. I have always encouraged these people to offer suggestions and express their opinions. Now I hear that they dare to question themselves, and I am quite relieved: "What do you mean, come on, tell me what's wrong?"

Being able to use his brain and having the courage to argue with his superiors shows that this person is really treating this as his own career. Jiang Han feels even happier to have such subordinates, as at least this can help him share more of the burden.

"Regarding the treatment of these Tartar soldiers, I personally think that we cannot kill them all. These people are also a very useful resource. Killing them all will only stimulate their resistance and increase the danger for our soldiers. At the same time, except venting our anger and feeling happy, we will gain nothing." The other party came straight to the point and started with a set of arguments, which were well-reasoned and convincing.

No, you can still get something, but you don’t know that I’m going to make a lot of money. However, this point of view is still very desirable. Jiang Han signaled the other party to continue.

"Our soldiers have suffered heavy casualties, and there is a huge gap in the army's reinforcements. Because of the purity of the team you mentioned, the speed of the volunteer army's reinforcements is actually quite slow. As a result, our manpower will be in a long-term shortage in the future. So why don't we instigate these Tartar soldiers to rebel and let them turn around and fight their own people?"

"Please forgive me, sir. I have observed the types of these defeated soldiers. They include Eight Banner Mongolian soldiers, Eight Banner Han soldiers, some Eight Banner Manchu soldiers, and even Korean soldiers. These people are divided into different levels. Since Korea was occupied by the Qing Dynasty two years ago, it was forced to become its vassal state. Every time the Qing army went on an expedition, Korea would send troops to participate in the war and serve as cannon fodder. The status of Korean soldiers is not as good as that of the Eight Banner Han soldiers."

"The Eight Banner Han army won the battle and got a share of the spoils, but the Korean soldiers could only stare blankly at others dividing up the food, money, and women. They were the real cannon fodder."

"This group of people is simply natural, suitable to be the best vanguard soldiers who work hard for us. We only need to treat them slightly better than the Eight Banners, and they will definitely be grateful, and will fight even harder against the Eight Banners soldiers. Since the Eight Banners can use them as cannon fodder, why can't we do the same?"

Jiang Han nodded. This idea is indeed feasible. "Your idea is good! It is indeed interesting."

Let the Eight Banners soldiers fight the Eight Banners soldiers and give them a taste of their own medicine. That's a good idea!

Jiang Han looked at the staff officer who had come forward meaningfully: "Do you have any relevant ideological education plan? Or have you formulated different strategies for different groups?"

"Mr. Yes"

Afterwards, he introduced his findings and ideas to Jiang Han in an easy-to-understand manner. First of all, he needed some catchy and exciting slogans, which Jiang Han was very familiar with. At the same time, the slogan had to be vulgar but not lack a sense of justice.

When Jiang Han asked why they had to be vulgar, the other party replied: As long as one is a human being, he or she has desires and pursuits. In the beginning, most people in the Volunteer Army wanted to have enough food and drink, to make achievements with their husbands, to have titles for their wives and children, and to bring honor to their ancestors. Later, this point was slowly sublimated and changed. It was not just a small family of their own, but to serve everyone. However, the thoughts in the hearts of many people are still simple, and they want to make their lives better.

As they said this, the other party carefully looked at Mr. Jiang's face, fearing that Jiang Han would be unhappy. Because in their eyes, Mr. Jiang was a very pure idealist who loved everyone like a fairy in the sky. Such selfish thoughts of theirs might not be accepted by Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Han didn't care about these things. Instead, he nodded to show his agreement. If one just promoted dying for the country, it might work, but the actual effect would not be that good. Patriotic education should at least be based on having enough food and drink.

There is nothing wrong in pursuing a better life. When one has enough food in his stomach, he will know etiquette. The so-called civilization is built on the base of the material pyramid. Jiang Han himself is not a saint, so how can he ask others to be saints?

"As for how to convince those Eight Banners Han soldiers and Tartars, as long as they are human, they all have desires. Money, land, women, there is always one thing that can hook the Tartars' souls. As long as the Tartars are still human, there will be no problem!"

Jiang Han thought about it and realized that it was true. How many of the Tartars had read books? How many of these wild boars were well-educated and understood national integrity when they were jumping around in the woods all day? Would anyone commit suicide for the Tartars? No way, that would be really disgusting.

Many people would probably be tempted to let this group of captives fight back to Liaodong and give them the concubines and princesses of the Qing royal family.

Moreover, do well-educated people have to be loyal? There are more traitors among educated people.

Killing all the enemies was also to relieve the resentment in my heart, but now, I am at the mercy of others. Compared with the tangible benefits in front of me, the pleasure I feel is better.

Thinking of this, Jiang Han asked casually: "Your name is... Lin Dayou, right? Your idea is very good. It is true that I am more emotional. Fortunately, you brought it up in time. Then you will be responsible for the capture of these people. You can beat or kill them as you like. You don't have to care about their lives. You can give them whatever you want. If you can do what you said before, I have an important position reserved for you."

Lin Dayou never expected that the Mr. could still remember his name. He was just an unimportant member of the General Staff and he rarely had contact with the Mr. on weekdays. He was so moved that the Mr. could still remember him. Moreover, when he refuted the Mr., the Mr. not only did not blame him, but also handed the matter over to him!

In fact, Jiang Han secretly recorded the names of all the people in the General Staff on the system, so he could tell who was who with just a glance.

Compared to being remembered by the gentleman, Lin Dayou was not as excited as he had imagined about the subsequent important positions.

"Yes! I guarantee that I will complete the mission!" After Lin Dayou saluted, he quickly turned around and started to work. Seeing this, Jiang Han looked very pleased: "It's great to be young..."

"The commander is really awesome~" Haruta exclaimed from behind.

"What's wrong? Is it not good?" Hearing his wife's tone was wrong, Jiang Han turned his head and asked.

"It's good, but if you keep being so gentle, you'll lose your dignity and get bullied."

"Hahahaha, really? I don't have any experience as a leader, so I really don't understand these. Please teach me more, Xiaochun."

"You mean, I'm a good leader?"

"Ah this..."

Seeing Jiang Han's embarrassed look, Chuntian burst out laughing: "Just kidding, the commander is so cute"

"Please forgive me..."

Despite the teasing, Haruta secretly made up his mind that a gentle person like the commander would not be able to learn how to be strict with his subordinates, so it would be better for them to do these things instead.

Taiyuan Prefecture, Shanxi Province.

In a huge mansion, which was lavishly decorated, maids were walking back and forth in the courtyard carrying dishes. Today was the important day when Master Fan was going to entertain the seven masters of the families, and no one dared to be negligent.

In the main hall of Fan's mansion, an extremely luxurious banquet was being held. At the head seat sat a middle-aged man in a fur coat, with a gleam in his eyes as he glanced at everyone. He was Fan Yongdou, the patriarch of the Fan family, one of the eight major Shanxi merchants.

The heads of several families present were Wang Dengku from the Wang family, Jin Liangyu from the Jin family, Wang Dayu from the Wang family, Liang Jiabin from the Liang family, Tian Shenglan from the Tian family, Zhai Tang from the Zhai family, and Huang Yunfa from the Huang family.

They were all wearing thick mink fur and looked at Fan Yongdou who was sitting on the main seat with a little respect. Among the eight major families, the Fan family was the head.

Fan Yongdou took a sip of tea, looked at the other seven family heads and said, "I wonder if you have heard that there is a big thief in Jiangnan now."

"I heard your name is Jiang Han, right?"

"I don't know where this Jiang came from, but he has established a firm foothold in Nanzhili in just half a year, gathered a large group of troops, and occupied Yangzhou. The imperial court has been unable to capture it for a long time, and now it has even started a fight with the Tartars."

Jiang Han's news was not unfamiliar to ordinary people, let alone these well-informed grain merchants.

"This Ming Dynasty is really a basket case. It can't eliminate the bandits, not even this big thief."