Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

"What's going on? Do you want me to kill you right now?" The servant drew out his sword and slightly unsheathed it.

“No, no, no, I’ll go…I’ll go…”

Years of living have made these tenants accustomed to accepting everything, even if they have to dig a hole to bury themselves. They want to resist, but their knees just won't obey them.

Next, the servants called a few more people to replace them in digging the pit, and then they were able to sit on the side and rest, occasionally opening their mouths to scold.

The tenants, with tears on their faces, picked up their hoes and started digging the soil. Even at the last moment of their lives, they were still working like beasts of burden for others.

"I say, are we going to die?" A voice came from the crowd, but it sounded a little vague. No one paid attention to it. They just waved their hoes numbly. Those who were not working just stared at the blue sky above their heads, with no expressions of sadness or joy on their faces.

"We're all going to die, why should we work for them?"

"What else can we do if we don't work? Those people are out to kill people..." someone replied in a low voice.

"But, we were going to die anyway?"

Everyone was stunned. Yes, we were going to die anyway...then why should we continue to work for them?

"Do you know why we have to die?" The voice said without waiting for anyone to answer. "I overheard outside the other day that the newly enthroned emperor wanted to overturn the case for us poor tenants and to make trouble for these landlords. From now on, there will be no more landlords. Everyone can get a piece of land from the court. These damn landlords want to kill us in order to avoid being beheaded by the court. Is there such a thing in the world?"

Is there such a thing? Isn't it happening now? Every tenant is silent. They know that in the eyes of the landlord, they are worse than cattle and horses. They also know that they will grow old, get tired, can't work, and die, but no one dares to think about it. They just want to live in a daze. In such a world, being alive is already a very lucky thing.

"Brothers, good days are coming. The new emperor has issued many decrees. We don't have to work like cattle and horses for others anymore. We can grow our own land, and we don't have to pay taxes for the next ten years. We can build our own house, and later, we can marry a wife... and have a few children..."

Many people began to waver. They put down their hoes and began to fantasize about a better life, where they could have their own land and their own house. When they got old, they would not be able to find a wife.

"But this damn landlord wants us to die at this critical moment! He also wants us to dig our own graves! Everyone, now, waiting to die in vain is death, and resisting is also death. Why not give it a try and kill this damn master and his lackeys so that you can live a good life in the future!"

After hearing this, many people began to hesitate. Yes, we are all going to die. Originally, dying early or late does not seem to make any difference to us. We want to resist, but we don’t have the heart to do so. However, who would have thought that someone would paint a picture of an extremely bright future for them, and this future is not far away, it is right in front of us. Under such circumstances, no one is willing to die.

Waiting to die is a dead end, but resisting can give you a glimmer of hope! Holding the hoes in their hands, many people began to struggle fiercely in their hearts.

"Hey, what are you doing!" The servants discovered the lazy behavior here. Although this was originally their job, now anyone who slacks off will be brought to justice!

The tenants listened to the servants' scolding and instinctively picked up their hoes, but soon, a voice in their hearts became louder and louder...

Why?

Good days are coming, and I can have my own land... Why? I want to die here?

Looking at these people standing still, he said angrily: "What are you doing? Want to rebel? If you want to die, I will grant your wish now!" As he said that, he pulled out a steel knife and walked towards the crowd with a menacing look.

Looking at the gleaming knife light, the anger in many people's hearts disappeared instantly, and their knees felt weak again. At this moment, a yellow light flashed through the crowd, and a servant fell to the ground in pain, with a huge bloody hole on his leg, wailing in pain.

Everyone was stunned. At this moment, they heard another shout: "I've injured him. Come on, everyone!!"

Hearing this, the last of their worries disappeared. Now that they had no way out, what else could they think about? Go ahead! The tenants raised their hoes and shovels and rushed towards the servants. Those who couldn't find weapons raised stones and surrounded the servants who looked fierce but were actually weak.

He raised the pickaxe high and dropped it heavily on the opponent. The blunted draft head broke the flesh and blood, which was greeted by a loud scream. At this moment, everyone's eyes turned red.

Behind the crowd, a small vanguard quietly left, hiding his merit and fame.

"See, I told you, they just need a little help"

"Sister, you know how to incite"

This part of the content is indeed a bit difficult to write. On the one hand, I want to write that kind of flavor, on the other hand, I have to consider the review. I stumbled and struggled all the time. My level is also limited, and my understanding of some knowledge is not in place. I can only say that I will try my best to write it. Let's encourage each other.

Volume 441: Chapter : Flame

People are timid and realistic. Resistance comes at a price, and no one wants to bear this price.

Ordinary people are very realistic. When faced with a situation where they need to stand up and resist, most people will choose to help whoever wins.

However, this time, it was different. All their retreat routes were cut off. They were about to die, and now the servant's legs were broken in front of them. The crotch of his pants was covered with yellow mud, which was shit. Moreover, the key factor in this was the words that Mosin-Nagant had said to everyone with the help of the vanguard's small loudspeaker.

Mosin-Nagant did not say anything about resistance, belief, unity, etc. She just described a foreseeable future to these people who had reached the lowest point. This future was like a life-saving straw in a torrent. The most terrifying thing about life is not being poor, but being so poor that there is no future. The original life of these tenants was like a bottomless abyss, always falling. They had never had a good day since they were born. For them, having a piece of land, a thatched house, and even being able to marry a wife and have a child is the greatest pursuit and happiness in the world.

After seeing that happiness, they will desperately grab that straw like a drowning person and will not let go. They can give all their efforts for that future and that goal.

Especially when all escape routes have disappeared, resistance becomes the only option.

Emotions are contagious, and anger spreads from person to person. Those once ferocious servants are now right in front of him. They have the ability to kill him, and they must kill him.

All kinds of memories of the past flashed before my eyes. I worked in the fields with a bulging belly. My wife died in childbirth. I had no food and my son starved to death. I didn't dare cook for fear that the smell of meat would attract the neighbors. I could only gnaw on his bones in order to survive. The bloody smell of raw meat spread on my lips and teeth. That bloody smell was just like this moment.

It turns out that they also bleed and beg for mercy. So why, when we beg for mercy, you won't let up at all? Why?

The commotion here naturally attracted the patrolling servants. They walked around the corridor and shouted, "What are you doing? Are you tired of living?"

What answered them were dozens of pairs of wolf-like eyes. Apart from the mud on the ground, they had a new goal. They wanted to resist for a better life. How could they live a good life? Only when the master died could they live a good life.

The servants were stunned for a moment, and then...

"Run!!! Rebellion!!!"

The tenants, who were as cruel as pigs and dogs, actually united to rebel. This had never happened before. Even if bandits were everywhere and smoke of war was everywhere, as long as they could survive, these people would be like dough, allowing themselves to be flattened or rolled into a ball.

Besides, there have been resistances before, but they have never been as crazy as this time. Their goal this time is clear, they want to kill the master!

"Fuck your grandma, don't run!!!"

The tenants roared, holding pitchforks, hoes, and long knives picked up from the corpses, and chased after the fleeing servants and stewards. They remembered the servants' merciless whips, the stewards' contempt for their lives, the blood and sweat they had shed on the land, and how their companions were dragged out like pigs and slaughtered and buried, just because they could no longer work and it was too troublesome to waste food.

They all remember that they endured, and now, they don't have to endure anymore.

Some servants tried to resist, and killed one or two tenants who rushed up with their swords, but they were soon stabbed in the waist and abdomen by hoes and pitchforks, and then were drowned by the sea of ​​people. The tenants rushed forward, riding on these running dogs, and attacked these people with their fists, their teeth, and every other way they could.

Tearing, crushing, blood, minced flesh, brains, broken bones, that scene was enough to make a combat humanoid like AA-12 feel extremely horrified.

"By the way, are they really okay like this?" She was a little unsure. Was this considered out of control? The commander's mission was to keep the situation under control. Was this situation still within the control range?

She turned her head to look at the Mosin-Nagant beside her, hoping that this "old man" who was very familiar with this situation could give some guidance.

Mosin looked at AA-12. "You feel that these people's actions are too cruel and may have gone beyond the scope of the situation, right?"

AA12 nodded.

"Don't worry, the current situation is far from being out of range. They have just begun."

"This is an inevitable part of resistance. This is not a dinner party, it is bound to result in bloodshed. Their cruelty and violence all come from the words and deeds of the oppressors day after day."

"Enough blood has been shed. Now is the time to pay with blood."

Patted AA-12 on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, if things start to go wrong, I will remind you."

AA-12 nodded, stopped talking, and lowered his head to concentrate on his lollipop.

"What did you say! The tenants rebelled!?"

The teacup in the landlord's hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces, and the warm tea spilled all over the floor.

"Why, why at this time? If I make a fuss and attract the attention of those damned court lackeys, I'll be dead..."

"What on earth happened! How could those dogs have the guts to rebel! Where are the servants? Where are the guards? Where did they all go?"

"This...I don't know, sir," the subordinate replied tremblingly.

"Damn it! Call all the guards here! I'm going to kill all these bastards! They're really tired of living by causing trouble with me at this critical moment!"

Such scenes occurred not only in this family, but also in countless landlords, wealthy people, scholars, and aristocratic families. Sporadic flames continued to gather and spread like a raging fire.

"Come to think of it, these people only have hoes in their hands. Can they really beat those guys with knives and arrows? Isn't it better to let the army intervene?"

"Hahahaha, in this era, the biggest difference between armed forces is not swords and guns, but armor."

"Without armor, these people will die no matter how sharp their swords are if they are hit, not to mention..."

"AA-12, there is a saying in my hometown that the Ziben family is a bunch of lazy fat pigs. If you don't kick their asses hard, they will never make any progress.... These people are not even as good as the Ziben family."

"In the past, these ordinary people didn't even have the idea or courage to kick their butts. However, now, everything is different. When they start to resist, when they are willing to shake their fists at these oppressors for their own lives, they have already won."

"Don't worry, if they really can't resist, then isn't that what we are here for? Of course, we have to act covertly, otherwise, we will become heroes."

Volume 442: Chapter : New Rules

"Surely we don't need to intervene in this commotion inside?"

Hearing the deafening shouts and cries from within the high walls, the volunteer soldiers outside who were preparing for battle were somewhat hesitant.

"Just wait for orders. These people have been oppressed by these damn landlords for so many years. It's time for them to vent their anger. There are people watching from above. If the situation is not right, orders will come."

Soon, the gate was broken open from the inside with a bang, and countless angry tenants and serfs rushed out of the gate and ran into the team of volunteers who were on standby.

Looking at the army armed with live ammunition, the courage of these serfs instantly weakened. They thought that the volunteers were here to suppress them, and began to retreat one after another. The two sides were in a stalemate and the atmosphere was extremely stagnant.

"When you go out on the streets, be careful to restrain yourself and don't hurt innocent people." With this simple reminder, the volunteers continued to carry out their tasks and completely ignored these people.

After a brief hesitation and a tentative step, these people found that the imperial army really didn't seem to have any intention of attacking them! What they had heard before was true! The imperial court was really going to attack these damn masters!

They continued to rush into the streets excitedly, towards the mountains that once weighed down their heads.

"Let's go in and wash the floor." With a wave of the hand, the volunteers walked into the compound.

The scene in the courtyard at this moment is not beautiful, it can even be considered terrifying.

When the volunteers' boots stepped on the ground in the yard, even through the boots, the sticky and slippery feeling could be transmitted to the soldiers.

There is naturally only one thing that can create this kind of texture on the ground: blood, large amounts of human blood.

The ground was littered with broken bodies, making it difficult to piece together a complete corpse. The few that had intact bodies received a different treatment.

These illiterate tenants came up with a ritualistic operation, hanging all the family members of the landlord on the osmanthus tree in the middle of the yard. It looked so densely packed and quite creepy. (Please refer to The Witcher 3)

If there were street lights in the Ming Dynasty at this time, I believe his neck would not be idle.

Crows were circling in the sky, pecking at the corpses on the trees as if no one was around. These crows, who grew up in this era, had no fear of humans at all. In fact, there were so many dead bodies that their feathers were all shiny and glossy. But they had to be careful not to be shot down by bows and arrows or stones.

Such scenes were somewhat commonplace to the volunteer soldiers. They naturally felt uncomfortable at the beginning. Even though they had seen death during the years of displacement, such scenes were still too bloody. However, after following their master in battles across the country, they knew what these damned upper-class masters did to the common people, which was enough to make them deserve to be cut into pieces!

There were also those wild boar skins, and even those second Tartars who surrendered to the Tartars and turned against their own people. They had seen too many of these cruel scenes.

They felt something was wrong at first, but after experiencing all this, they realized that these common people were just following suit, using the same tricks that the masters used against them on the masters.

"Notify the cleanup department to prepare for the aftermath, be on alert at all times, and wait for orders."

"Yes!"

The power of the masses is great, but being great also means that it is difficult to control.

They are a prairie fire, but a prairie fire is precisely the most difficult to extinguish. This step of awakening people's self-awareness can only be regarded as a double-edged sword. These grassroots serfs went from silence to resistance, to hunting and killing, and then to fanatical sweeps and liquidations.

This is an outright bloody revenge. There is no trial to speak of. It is very likely that some of the people involved do not deserve the death penalty. However, this kind of thing is not like a dinner party. If you want four dishes and a soup, you can order four dishes and a soup. If you want something light, you can order something light. If you want something spicy, you can order something spicy. It is not that easy to control.

This fire will burn everything it encounters, and this is exactly what Jiang Han wants to see.

Burn away all the rotten, backward, old past full of blood and tears, leaving the earth clean and white. Only then can new branches be born on the new land.

Nirvana will truly come!

Of course, the new order does not come out of thin air, but must be established through people. What Jiang Han is concerned about at the moment is the selection of officials after the establishment of the new dynasty.

Today, the situation of officials and talents in Dayan is somewhat complicated. With the transition from the old to the new, there are new students and new officials who have received new-style education, as well as old officials who have experienced the Ming Dynasty and Dashun, as well as imperial examination students.

The imperial examination was held every three years. The last major examination between the north and the south was in the 12th year of Chongzhen. Just after the examination in the north, bandits attacked the capital. Many successful candidates had not yet found a job, and as a result, their units were lost.

Some unlucky Jinshi defected to Dashun in the hope of getting an official position. However, after Li Zicheng was defeated, their titles were stripped away one by one, and they couldn't even cry.

After ten years of hard study, one day of misstep made him an outcast of the times.

In the past, the Ming Dynasty had no shortage of officials. In the present Dayan, what it lacks most is officials, excellent, non-pedantic, and well-trained officials.

The education reform has only been going on for a few years, but it takes at least twelve years for new talents to go through the process from primary school to university graduation.

Although there are some scholars who started learning in middle school and skipped a few years of basic learning, at present, the mainstream group of scholars are still those who read the books of sages.

After Li Zicheng was defeated, most of the officials temporarily sent to various places were transferred from the New University in Yangzhou.

Under Pei Huayu's new reform, Yangzhou's education system underwent a complete transformation, focusing on natural sciences. Many pedantic students who regarded arithmetic, the study of things, etc. as strange and gimmicky skills and only focused on reading the books of sages were persuaded to drop out.

The quality of these talents selected through the Six Arts of a Gentleman should be much better than before, and those who are sent out as temporary officials have all been trained and become more professional.

It is very important to open up channels for advancement. If one wants to become a civil servant in the new dynasty, one still has to pass the imperial examination, but the situation of the imperial examination has changed.

As a pioneer, Jiang Han finds it difficult for the people around him to break free from the comfort of this era and see what will happen in the next few hundred years, no matter how smart they are. So he doesn't have anyone to give him advice or help. As for the human forms, there are no human forms that focus on education!

"I'll have to draw a T-doll with internal affairs skills anyway..."

At the same time, along with the people's standing-up movement promoted by Jiang Han, a new official system etiquette was promoted after many people studied it together. It will also become the etiquette system for all meetings in the future of Dayan, and will be passed down in the Dayan Dynasty.

Whenever the emperor passed through a place, local civil officials above the rank of county magistrate and military officials above the rank of guerrilla commander would greet and see off the emperor a hundred steps to the right of the road within their jurisdiction.

Local officials within a hundred miles were allowed to come to the court, while those outside a hundred miles were exempted. Officials and common people who came to welcome the emperor were not required to kneel or kowtow. Whether it was a New Year's Day court ceremony or a reward ceremony, all civil and military officials did not need to kneel or kowtow, but all bowed.