Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

Jiang Han knew what he wanted to say. His hesitant and speechless expression was full of his desire for them to stay, but he couldn't.

Perhaps, for a time traveler, it would be a relatively better choice to find a place to settle down as soon as possible and then plan for the future slowly. However, this does not apply to Jiang Han. The twelfth year of Chongzhen was a year full of crises. The danger level in northern Zhili was too high. At the same time, based on the system functions he had explored, it was not convenient to stay in places where ordinary people lived so openly, unless he had a certain self-protection ability.

For a rabbit who has the fear of insufficient firepower engraved in her DNA, the sense of security brought by an M4A1 is far from enough. The M4 is not a god, and she has been controlled by the enemy many times in the script. Although according to the current level of technology, a fully automatic carbine can be said to be peeing on the head of the enemy, but, in life, only by being able to survive can you live long.

For the people in the village, this was a feast even more sumptuous than the Chinese New Year, but for Jiang Han and the others, it could only be said that it was enough to fill their stomachs. If they wanted to talk about the taste, then they shouldn't talk about that.

The staple food of the residents here is a mixture of corn, wheat bran and wheat. It would be better to say that adding some wheat is a privilege for Jiang Han and his companions. They don't have such good things on weekdays. Those coarse grains are so coarse that they can almost cut your throat.

The same goes for livestock meat, which is cooked, roasted, and then salted. Their poor economic level means they don't have much experience in cooking meat dishes, and there are fewer options.

However, it is still a very good experience to have meat to eat after being hungry for most of the day, compared to the coarse whole grain porridge.

The villagers ate very carefully. Each of them put a piece of fat on the top of the bowl, took a sip of the meat, drank a mouthful of porridge, and even licked the bottom of the bowl clean.

After the dishes were served, Jiang Han asked if he could deal with the bodies and equipment of the cavalrymen. The village chief naturally would not refuse: "Of course, you can deal with the bodies of the Jiannu without asking me."

After much hesitation, Jiang Han decided to leave something for these simple villagers, otherwise, they might not be able to survive these difficult years.

Volume 6: Chapter Chapter : A solution that is not a solution

This is a vacant lot behind Xiaohegou Village. Every village has such a relatively flat piece of land, which can be used to dry millet or grind grain. Children can have fun here and old men can enjoy the cool here.

But now, there are more than a dozen corpses piled here, and the buzzing of flies is endless.

No matter how many times he watched it, this scene made him feel horrible. Jiang Han tried his best to control himself from vomiting.

After a simple meal, Jiang Han suggested dealing with the bodies of the Qing soldiers and letting the villagers bury and commemorate their loved ones, and not to worry about him.

The reason for making this request is mainly to try out another major function of his golden finger, resource replenishment, and to replenish resources, he must make a sacrifice.

It sounds a bit like some evil god's ritual. Is my system really serious?

He currently has no idea what the sacrifice is and can only give it a try. So how come this system, which has no explanation at all and only a name and functions that require trial and error, has not been eliminated?

Now is not the time to complain, Jiang Han began to try to perform a sacrifice.

First of all, is it possible to offer sacrifices remotely?

He first stretched out his hand towards a corpse, silently thinking of sacrifice in his mind. Then, the cavalryman's body was wrapped in a layer of white mist, and the armor on his body, including his weapons and bows and arrows, turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared in Jiang Han's hands.

"Are the special effects so cool? I thought it would be more disgusting. The sacrifices in the movies were all bloody... Hmm... The amount of supplies has increased to 300 points... How is this calculated? It seems that we need to test the exchange ratio between different items."

The sacrifice system is relatively user-friendly, but there are still many things to test, including the effective distance of sacrifice, the comparison of various resources, etc. He tried to sacrifice a passing duck, but it seems that living creatures cannot be included in the scope of sacrifice. Only after death and turning into pieces of meat and matter in the material definition can it be included.

So he tried to see if he could include the dead in the scope of sacrifice. Now it seems that this system really is indiscriminate and accepts everything.

Fortunately, there are still more than a dozen samples available. Now there is a problem: who will take off the armor off the dead body?

Jiang Han glanced at M4A1, then decisively retracted his gaze. How could he let a pretty little girl do that? He would be punished by God. Should he do it himself? It was too disgusting to do it...

Finally, Jiang Han decided to use the ultimate secret of StarCraft players - no matter what, it wouldn't have much impact on the result of the sacrifice. This experiment could be done slowly later. For example, the bow and arrow here is a very good experimental subject. Why do we have to dig up the corpse?

Deep down, the habits of modern people are not something that can be changed easily. After being a lazy kid for decades, it is really difficult to suddenly let him roll around in a pile of corpses.

These Manchu cavalrymen are equipped with some good things. Their armor alone has three layers: an iron layer on the outside, leather armor in the middle, and a cotton lining on the inside, which can effectively resist enemy arrows. They have long swords on their waists and longbows on their backs. Some soldiers are equipped with spears. It can be said that they are well-equipped and well-trained in previous battles. Although we don't know the specific situation of the Ming army, such cavalry can be said to be quite difficult to deal with in the wild.

"I don't know how many soldiers like this there are..."

Jiang Han muttered, and suddenly, his face changed. Oh no, how could he have forgotten about this? He quickly sacrificed all the remaining bodies, grabbed M4A1's hand, turned around and ran to the village head: "Quick, follow me to find the village chief!"

Ever since that contact in the forest, Jiang Han seemed to have his Ren and Du meridians opened up, and he made rapid progress. He pulled the little hand so fast that M4A1 couldn't react, or didn't want to react.

At this moment, Xiaohegou Village was filled with heartbroken victims. The accident and death came too suddenly, leaving them no time to prepare coffins. They didn't even have suitable clothes to be buried with their dead. They could only hastily wrap their bodies in straw mats and place them in their yards.

Zhang Erni's family of four included a big yellow dog, but now only Zhang Erni is left. She took a long knife and carried her parents back to her home. She went back to the house to find needle and thread. She wanted to sew her father's head up. The old people said that if the head and body were separated, it would be difficult to reincarnate in the future. The family of three were neatly placed in the yard. The scene was indescribably heartbreaking. Such families can be found everywhere in Xiaohegou Village.

The village head had died. The cavalry had cut off his head and hung it on a horse. The head had just been untied by his wife. The one who had entertained them before was the headman's younger brother. He was lucky enough to have escaped the disaster and was now packing up at home. Seeing Jiang Han running back panting, he felt a little uneasy.

"Master, may I ask what happened?"

As the younger brother of the village head, he had some reaction. Something big must have happened to make the immortal master extremely anxious.

"Indeed, there is something very important."

Jiang Han took a breath and said hurriedly: "Those Manchus, no... there must be more than one cavalry. They went out this time to plunder resources and bring them back. That means they have a large army. If we kill them all now, it will definitely attract the attention of other cavalry. If a group of people are lost, they will definitely send people to investigate. It doesn't matter to the two of us, but if those cavalry find this place, I'm afraid they will be doomed to be destroyed."

"Ah? This..."

The object in the old man's hand fell to the ground. He was shocked by the shocking news. He was just the younger brother of a small village head and didn't understand any national affairs. He didn't know when the Jian slaves were everywhere in Northern Zhili. He heard people say that these Jian slaves were doing all kinds of evil, but he always felt that they were very far away from him. But now, the Jian slaves' blades were cutting his family members, but he heard from the immortal master that these people would come again?

The old man was at a loss and could only keep repeating, "What should I do? What should I do..."

Seeing the panic of the old man in front of him, Jiang Han had no hope of getting any advice from him. He could only say his suggestion: "Move away."

"Move away? But... we have lived here for generations, and our lives depend on it. If you ask us to move, where can we move to?"

Jiang Han was silent. He didn't have a precise target. Forcing a group of people to leave their homes during this mini ice age would undoubtedly mean their death.

The old man turned his head to look at the body of the village head, with a look of sadness on his face: "We are old and can't run anymore. The creek is my root. If a tree leaves its roots, it will die. We will not leave."

But what to do with the pursuers? Jiang Han felt that this was the first time in his life that he was in such a dilemma. He paced back and forth anxiously.

"Think of a solution, think of a solution... I got it!"

As if a flash of inspiration came to Jiang Han, he had a new idea. The target of those cavalrymen would be none other than the missing teammates, and the crisis of Xiaohegou Village lies here. So, as long as he asked them to track in a direction other than Xiaohegou Village, wouldn't it be the end of it?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was feasible. It was a fact that the villagers were robbed by the cavalry, but who said they disappeared here? They could also die on the way back? All he needed was for the villagers to pretend they didn't know and hide the food and other things. The cavalry's goal was to find their missing teammates, so the chances of getting away with it were quite high.

So, as the publisher of the clues, are you afraid of the cavalry coming to your door? Laughing to death, not afraid at all. The gap between cold weapons and hot weapons is like a punishment from heaven. What's more, what you have is a future weapon. The effective range of the M4A1 carbine is up to 500 meters, and this is because it uses a 14.5-inch short barrel. What about the range of the bow and arrow? It's just over a hundred meters. The distance of several hundred meters in between, combined with the high firing rate of the M4A1, these cavalry are pure live targets and free resources in Jiang Han's eyes. Moreover, these cavalry also have very precious resources - horses. Horses can be exchanged for money. With money, you can buy all kinds of things. Otherwise, why do people say that the fastest way to make a fortune is in criminal law? Isn't a business with no capital pure profit?

He told this method to the poor old man and asked him to gather the villagers to quickly convey the content of the action. Although the ancient method of transmitting information was primitive and it would take two days for them to persuade them by the time they found out that this team was gone, hiding the livestock and food in the village was also not an easy task. The earlier the preparations, the more confident they would be.

The old man opened his mouth, but in the end, all that came out was a long sigh. He had originally thought of asking the two immortal masters to stay in Xiaohegou Village, not to ask for good weather, but to at least ensure peace in the area. But obviously, he failed. The world is difficult and dangerous. The immortal masters also went to protect him and his party and lead away those Jiannu. How could he selfishly ask them to stay?

Originally, Jiang Han wanted to leave some horses and weapons for these villagers, but now it is obviously impossible. Once they are discovered by the Qing cavalry, it will be a disaster.

"Master, wait a minute. We are grateful for your life-saving grace. A simple meal is not enough to repay you. Now that you are gone, I am afraid I will never see you again. I am sorry to hear that. If you don't mind, and if there is anything we can do to help, we will do our best."

The old man was about to kneel down as he spoke, which made Jiang Han panic.

"Please get up quickly, old man. You are shortening my life. If you want to help me... I really need your help. It's just a small thing."

After a moment, looking at the pots and pans tied to the warhorse, Jiang Han nodded with satisfaction and ignored the resentful look of the warhorse. When going out, one must have everything, and the food must be prepared. He had checked the things on these cavalrymen before, and found some dry food on each of them, as well as food for the warhorses, a large cloth bag filled with some soybeans and unnamed coarse grains, and some salt blocks. Jiang Han was amazed that the horse ate better than humans.

How could he know that, for the cavalry, war horses are equivalent to their second lives, they are closer to them than their wives. No matter how hungry they are, they cannot let their horses starve. They try every means to improve the food for their horses. This is when they are traveling. If they are in the camp, eggs will be mixed into the horse feed to ensure that the horses are full of energy and strong physique. If the horses are gone, it will be more painful than losing their penis.

But there was a small problem: he couldn't ride a horse.

Volume 7: Chapter Chapter : Going to the city to do some small business?

The horses used by the Qing cavalry are Mongolian horses. They are of medium build and have great endurance, making them suitable for long-distance raids. They can trek for a long time before having to use their noses to rinse, making them a very cost-effective horse breed.

The selection of war horses is quite strict. A horse must go through a considerable period of training, obey orders, dare to charge, not be affected by other messy factors on the battlefield, and not shrink back at the sight of the enemy's guns. The nature of living things is to seek benefits and avoid harm. If you want to overcome innate instincts, you can only invest a lot of acquired training, so every war horse is a gold nugget.

Raising a war horse requires a lot of money, which is not affordable for an ordinary family.

Jiang Han did not realize how much money these ten or so war horses he had seized were worth in this era. His ideas were quite modern. A car was a means of transportation, and so were horses. A means of transportation had to be used, and it didn't matter what it carried. But if the Qing cavalry saw their precious war horses being used like donkeys, their blood pressure would probably rise on the spot.

After packing some bottles and jars, Jiang Han asked an old man in the village about the location of the nearest town. After a brief repair, he set off.

Jiang Han's initial goal was very simple. He still had some feelings for the Ming Dynasty in his heart. No matter how deceiving it was, it was still a formal government. Universal values ​​and social order still existed there. This would make it convenient for him to gain a foothold temporarily and carry out subsequent development.

"Speaking of which, if we want to attract those cavalrymen, do we need to leave something behind to make it easier for them to catch up?"

Jiang Han sat on his horse and paced slowly and carefully. The war horses of these Qing cavalry were all Umuerqin mares, which had relatively mild temperaments. When they were out fighting, they could squeeze the mare's milk to fill their stomachs when they were hungry. Despite this, he still rode with fear, fearing that the horses would kick and throw him off.

This also resulted in the two of them being unable to speed up, and they were moving forward unsteadily. The only advantage was that they didn't have to walk by themselves.

Hearing Jiang Han's question, M4A1 looked back at the horse hoof prints along the way, then looked at the horse manure on the ground, and there was something he didn't know whether he should say or not.

They walked so slowly that even the dumbest tracker would be able to find their location, not to mention the horse hoof prints and horse manure along the way. Their whereabouts were as obvious as lice on a bald man's head.

But this is not what M4A1 is most concerned about. She is also full of questions.

Years of seeking the truth had made him very sensitive to everything in the outside world. It could not be said that she was afraid of being murdered. It was just that along the way, it seemed as if everyone was calculating something about her, which had to make her alert. Now the environment was unfamiliar, the people were unfamiliar, and there was also a big news thrown out by the commander, which made M4A1's mind dizzy. Before, the pressure of survival could be suppressed while immersed in the battle. Now the two of them were finally free, and M4A1 finally had time to ask the questions that he had always wanted to ask in his heart.

"Um... Commander, where are we exactly, and who are those knights?"

Jiang Han turned around unexpectedly, and at this moment he suddenly realized that he had not explained the situation to anyone. He quickly began to explain to M4A1.

"How should I put it? You can think of it as China in another world."

"Another world line?"

Jiang Han's answer obviously exceeded all the possibilities that M4A1 could have anticipated, which made her open her eyes wide.

"That's right. In this world line, there are no ruins, no collapse fluid, and only two world wars. Naturally, there are no tactical humanoids, only humans themselves."

"But why...?"

"Why does the technology seem so backward? In fact, we are not only not in the same world line, but not even in the same time line. To be precise, we are now in about 1639, when the level of technology was still in the era of cold weapons. So it seems that it is much backward and... there is more than one reason."

Jiang Han sighed, "During this period, the Earth just happened to be in the Little Ice Age. The global climate was abnormal, which led to a large-scale reduction in crop yields, a shortage of resources, and various extreme weather conditions. This led to continuous famine throughout the country..."

M4A1 nodded. The residents of Xiaohegou Village were all covered in dust, pale and thin, and all looked malnourished. He was still wondering why these people were like this, but after listening to Jiang Han's explanation, he immediately understood a lot. Famine, a horrible term. In their world, famine is also common. A large amount of radiation affects everyone's life. The amount of radiation in the wild makes it impossible to grow crops normally. If it weren't for the fight to seize the pitiful remaining resources that were burned, World War III would not have started.

"Then those knights..."

"You're right. They are soldiers from another country. They are invading this country to rob food, resources, and people. They want everything. The white mountains and black waters are far from enough for them. What they want is this fertile land and everything on this land."

Jiang Han's tone was somewhat gnashing of teeth. No one could remain calm after hearing about that bloody and tearful history. The Qing Dynasty, this cruel, ignorant, beast-like regime, almost took away more than half of the population of the entire Chinese land. The Ten Days of Yangzhou and the Three Massacres of Jiading, every word was stained with blood.

But at this moment, what he was facing were no longer the words in history books, but real, living lives. Everything that happened in Xiaohegou Village was just a microcosm of this era, and this microcosm was far from over. Jiang Han and the others soon discovered how lucky the villagers of Xiaohegou Village were in comparison.

Thousands of miles of fertile fields, with only rolling yellow earth as far as the eye can see, corpses piled up on the roadside, and crows standing on skulls looking at the two of them carelessly. This was Northern Zhili in the 4000th year of Chongzhen. If you look west, it is even more cruel. From the time the Qing Dynasty entered the pass to the time they successfully conquered the Ming Dynasty, the death toll of the entire Ming Dynasty was as high as over million. How cruel.

"Tell me, what methods will those soldiers use to track us? I heard that the Mongolian and Manchurian cavalry are all good at keeping eagles alive."

Jiang Han's fantastic ideas could not be implemented on M4A1. She didn't know what the opponent's tracking methods were. She had fought for so many years, but she had never experienced a situation where there was no technological element and everything relied on manpower. They were all data experts and could burn people's servers and crash them at any time. How could she know how the ancients tracked others?

"We need to find a place where the terrain is not so flat, so that they won't run away."

"But Commander, we only need to lead our trail away from that village, why would we go out of our way to ambush others?"

"Ah, this... seems to be true?"

Jiang Han suddenly realized that he had fallen into a misconception. Yes, there was no need for him to fight with anyone. He only needed to draw the attention of the pursuers to himself and then go to the big city. Wouldn't that be the end of it? Why should he continue to go to the wilderness?

"So.....let's go to the city?"

"A relatively safe base will do."

Unlike other humanoids, most of whom mainly obey orders, M4A1's unique mind cloud allows her to have a certain degree of self-thinking ability and make qualified judgments on the current situation. She is a very rare humanoid with command ability.

Jiang Han controls lightning in the game, he can use the collapse fluid to do it, and he can chat and laugh with Neto, but in reality, he is just a rookie.

Although the Qing cavalry came and went like the wind in the wild, the Ming Dynasty's fortified city was not something they could take. As long as they entered the city, they would be safe, and that bunch of rats could only swallow this loss in silence.

Jiang Han opened a hand-drawn map, which was drawn by an old man in the village according to his memory. To be honest, the old man's drawing skills were not very good. The lines were crooked and looked like ghost drawings. A circle was used to represent the city, several arcs were used to represent the mountains, and two lines were used to represent the rivers. Anyway, the general idea was like that and it was barely understandable.

Such a map can almost be considered a strategic resource. Although it looks ugly, it can help people find big cities in the wilderness, so it has very high value outside.

After roughly determining the direction, the two men led fifteen horses and headed towards the city. Zhending Prefecture had jurisdiction over five states and twenty-five counties, and no one knew what this big city was called now.

Anping County, formerly known as Boling, is located in the heart of the Jizhong Plain. It was named Anping, which means "all officials and civilians live and work in peace and contentment, and the terrain is flat." Today, Anping City welcomed a rare guest.

Fifteen horses is not a small number, especially since each of these horses is short, well-proportioned, has a steady pace, broad shoulders and chests, and the saddles on their bodies have obvious northern characteristics.

This is a war horse!

The soldiers defending the city became more alert. They had been fighting against the Jiannu for many years and knew their war horses very well. It was these damn beasts that allowed the Jiannu to shoot and kill their civilians outside their city, but they were helpless. Their superiors forbade them to attack, so they could only sigh and watch. After the Battle of Sarhu, the backbone of the Ming army was broken and it was difficult for them to straighten up again.

When they got closer, the soldiers saw that only two of the more than ten war horses were carrying people. The top one was a man and a woman, dressed in strange clothes, but with extraordinary temperament, strolling leisurely, as if they were on a spring outing.

“That’s strange…”

The soldiers almost thought that Jiang Han and the other two were some kind of nobles from the Jiannu side.

Jiang Han was far from strolling leisurely. He didn't know how to ride a horse at all. After trekking for a day or two, his hips were sore. It was a great improvement that he managed to go from a cricket to a person who could walk.

"Stop! What are you doing here?!"

The soldiers guarding the city had unfriendly looks on their faces and had clenched their spears tightly, causing the people entering the city to become somewhat panicked.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'm from Zhongyuan too"

Jiang Han spoke the Central Plains dialect with a half-baked idiom. He guessed that the Central Plains dialect should be the Henan dialect. He didn't know what the Central Plains dialect sounded like, so he could only hope that the blind cat would catch a rat.

Fortunately, Jiang Han was lucky. His strange Central Plains dialect made the soldiers let down their guard.

Jiang Han got off the horse clumsily, and his movements that were like a wild boar climbing a tree further reduced the threat level in the soldiers' minds. The Jiannu soldiers were all good horse riders, and the one who could ride like this might be some rich young master from some family.

"My lords, my surname is Jiang. I came from the capital and plan to start a small business in Anping City."