Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

"Yes, yes, but it's not a big deal. It's really harmless."

Smoke rises from every household, and people live happily in the streets and alleys. For the people of Jiangjiazhuangzi, this New Year is one of the rare and most festive ones in their first half of life.

"You want me to write a couplet? No, no, I can't write calligraphy at all, you are kidding me!"

Faced with the requests of several of his managers, Jiang Han decisively refused. My goodness, I learned calligraphy from my father on a whim when I was seven or eight years old. I only learned regular script, but haven't touched it again for more than ten years. The first time I wrote in Daming, I wrote it myself, but the handwriting can't be said to be very neat. It can only be described as weird. Now you want me to write couplets and post them on the door. Isn't this nonsense?

"But, the manor is what it is today, all thanks to you, Boss. The couplet on the archway in front of the manor must be written by you, Boss."

"Hey, why do you rely on me? That's all the result of your own hard work! This couplet is very complicated and I can't grasp it. Listen to my advice and find a poor scholar to make the money. Then he can have a good New Year."

In order to avoid making a fool of himself with his nonsense, Jiang Han said everything he could think of.

"Boss, you are so kind"

The stewards looked at Jiang Han with tears in their eyes.

"Ah? Ah...what's going on?"

What did I say that touched your heart? Why do you say it made you cry?

"We understand, Boss. We promise to complete your request perfectly!"

The managers clasped their fists and went out in a hurry.

"Ah? Oh...go slowly"

Jiang Han stared blankly at the group of people walking out of the door with Feng, a little confused, and asked LTLX next to him: "What did I tell them just now?"

"I don't know?"

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Volume 146: Chapter Chapter : Small Test

"Alas, the snow is falling heavily in the south of the Yangtze River. What will happen if we head north from now on? The people of the Ming Dynasty are in danger."

Looking at the heavy snow falling in front of him, a man sighed in front of the door.

"I, a little girl, have no way of knowing whether the people of the Ming Dynasty are in danger or not, but our family is definitely in danger."

A woman's voice behind him caught his attention.

"Madam, why do you say that?"

"Why do you say that? You think about family and national affairs every day, but you don't even know that there is no food at home. It's New Year's Day and there are only two pounds of flour left in the rice jar. Your son is crying for dumplings. I wonder where you can get meat to make dumplings for him!"

The woman was extremely aggressive and her barrage of scolding broke through the man's defenses. As a wife, she shouldn't have let the man in the family worry about such things, but now that it was the end of the year and the family couldn't even have a New Year's Eve dinner, this originally gentle woman's defenses were indeed broken.

"I know you want to study and have ambitions. I don't ask for anything else from you, but today is New Year's Eve. Can you at least buy us some meat on credit so that our family can have a full New Year?"

As the head of the family, how could the man refuse his wife's request? He agreed. But now, it is easy to agree to something, but it is not so easy to do it.

Tightening his cotton jacket, the man slowly moved to the butcher's stall.

"Hey, Mr. Han, what's up? Are you here to buy some meat?"

The butcher saw the man walking slowly towards him early in the morning. It turned out that the man was actually a scholar.

Scholars in the Ming Dynasty were highly respected. As long as they could pass the examination to become a scholar, they would receive a government subsidy every month, even if they did not have to work, allowing them to study with peace of mind. Therefore, scholars have never been short of money.

It should be like this.

However, due to the soaring food prices, the prices of all kinds of items also soared. The originally abundant government subsidies continued to shrink in value under such circumstances. Everything took a sharp turn for the worse without Han Xiucai's knowledge.

He originally wanted to protect all the poor people in the world and make them happy, but he never thought that he had become that poor person.

"Ah, this, the kids at home are asking for dumplings..."

"Oh, this is indeed a big deal. During the Chinese New Year, who wouldn't want to eat dumplings? We have to prepare it well. I just have a piece of meat left. Should I cut it for you directly or chop it into stuffing?"

"Ah... well... well, I want to tell you something. It's, it's this... I may not have enough money. Can you give me some on credit? I will pay you back when the government gives me the money."

Buying on credit is really a great test for Han Xiucai. After all, as a scholar, he attaches great importance to face. If it gets out that you can't even afford a meal of dumplings during the New Year and still want to buy on credit, it would be more or less embarrassing.

Even if I don't consider the future, as a scholar, I would still have some psychological barriers when it comes to buying things on credit.

However, the butcher doesn't care whether you, the scholar, have any obstacles or not. After hearing what Han Xiucai said, the original enthusiasm on his face turned into embarrassment.

"Han Xiucai, it's not that I don't want to sell it to you on credit. The truth is, I am also a small business owner. It's New Year's Day and I have a big family to support. You say, I sell it to you on credit today, but if someone else comes, will I sell it to you on credit? If I sell all the meat on credit, my family will have no income. How will I spend the New Year? Why don't you go find another dealer?"

The butcher's words made Han Xiucai feel extremely ashamed. He had studied poetry and books in vain and wanted to help people, but now he put the butcher's family in danger for his own sake. It was really wrong. He bowed hurriedly and turned around to leave.

"Hey, wait"

Think about it, this scholar is also an honest man. It's New Year's Day and it's not easy for everyone, so the butcher called him again.

"I can't give you credit, but I heard that there is a Jiang family farm outside the city, and they are looking for some people who can write. You might as well go over and take a look. Maybe you can earn some money from writing, and then you can have money to buy meat."

"I see. Thank you for your guidance!"

With surprise, Han Xiucai bowed deeply again and said, "However, I have never heard of Jiang's manor before, as I was concentrating on studying at home. How can I go there?"

"Hey, kid, you are really just studying hard. If you go to the east of the city and follow the flow of people, you will definitely find it!"

The butcher was delighted. There are actually nerds like this in the world. No wonder they can't afford meat during the Chinese New Year.

Han Xiucai didn't bother to be polite and hurried towards the east of the city. Along the way, he saw many people heading out of the city, and for a moment he felt curious.

"My dear, may I ask if we are going to the Jiang Family Manor?"

Curious to get an answer, he decided to ask a farmer who was carrying a load on his shoulder.

"Of course. In Yangzhou City right now, only Jiang's farm can provide food for the poor. If not there to make a living, where else can they go? Judging from your attire, are you a scholar?"

The farmer was quite talkative and talked with Han Xiucai as they walked.

"Yes, I'm Han Jijiu. I heard from a friend that I could earn some money there and make some dumplings for my family back home."

"Your name sounds quite impressive. Indeed, the Jiang Family Manor is recruiting people who are good at writing and writing to write Spring Festival couplets and paste blessing characters. Many poor scholars have already gone there. If you are going, you'd better hurry up. Don't spend too much time writing couplets. Otherwise, by the time you arrive, the money will have been earned by others."

"Thank you for the reminder, bro."

On the other hand, there were people coming and going in Zhuangzi, and many down-and-out scholars had gathered there. These people had no achievements and no other ability to make money, and they basically made a living by selling calligraphy. It could be said that Zhuangzi's asking someone to write couplets this time was a big reward for them.

At this moment, these scholars did not write, but gathered in front of a wooden sign, looking at the words on it intently.

"I say, Lao Zhang, can you really satisfy the boss by acting on your own?"

Next to Manager Zhang, his colleagues were skeptical about his move.

"Are you sure this is what the boss meant?"

"Oh, don't worry. Although the boss didn't say it explicitly, he definitely meant it. You see, only those who truly care about the world can answer the question I asked. If he can answer it, it means he is one of our kind. As for where the boss will place him, that depends on his ability."

"No one knows the Dong family better than me!"

Happy New Year, everyone. In the new year, you should communicate more with your family, eat well, and take good care of yourself.

Volume 147: Chapter Chapter : Battle Situation

In the city of Jinan, time became particularly difficult for the Qing soldiers.

Everything that was going smoothly took a sharp turn for the worse within just one day. The sounds of explosions and musketry were heard almost everywhere in the city, and there was no safe place. However, from beginning to end, they could not even see the shadow of the enemy.

They didn't know where the enemy was; they seemed to be everywhere. Often, their companions would be walking along when suddenly they would be turned into a pool of minced meat in an explosion.

This situation, which was full of crisis all the time but where the enemy could not be seen, caused great panic among all the Qing troops. They were also human beings, not people with steel nerves. Under such pressure, collapse became almost a natural thing.

They went to war to make a name for themselves, to gain instant fame and honor, and to plunder, not to be blown into pieces for no apparent reason.

Such a situation requires the leadership and officers at all levels in the army to exercise supervision, coupled with the high-pressure management of the supervision team, in order to stabilize the morale of the army and restore the army's organization to normal levels.

However, the problem arises.

As enemies, the humanoids naturally did not want to see the Qing army regroup. What they wanted was for the army to remain in chaos. For this purpose, they specially formulated a roll call plan for middle-level officers. The cold guns that came from nowhere made these Qing army officers dare not give direct commands, and this was what the humanoids wanted to see.

To be honest, Jiang Han had never expected that this battle would turn out like this. The Qing army on the opposite side had tens of thousands of people and a large number of artillery. In his mind, at most the humanoids would engage in guerrilla warfare and mobile warfare in the city of Jinan. Unexpectedly, the humanoids directly turned the battle into an annihilation war. Their goal was no longer to drag the enemy out, but to slowly devour these tens of thousands of people.

In fact, this is easy to understand. For Jiang Han, who is far away from war and whose last battlefield was the anti-terrorism in Afghanistan, the mode of modern warfare has long exceeded his expectations. His concept of war still remains in the original inherent concept of artillery coverage, aircraft bombing and infantry charge. What he doesn't know is that the times have long changed.

The humanoids' information-based warfare thinking completely cut off any possibility of resistance by the Qing army from the very beginning. From the moment this army entered the city, the death stars on the foreheads of these Qing soldiers had been swinging wildly like the shining light balls in a nightclub.

Cutting off the dissemination of information at the middle level will cause an information gap between upper-level officers and grassroots soldiers, which will lead to the upper-level officers making strategic misjudgments about the battlefield situation, and the lower-level soldiers will become a group of scattered sand due to lack of sufficient command, like pigs running around on flat ground.

The blasting operation in the camp outside the city was even more serious. The detonator itself did not have a particularly strong destructive power, but in such a narrow environment, the close-range explosion of the detonator completely drove the Qing army's horses crazy. A large number of horses died in the squeezing, collision and trampling caused by the crazy running. A small number of lucky ones escaped, causing great chaos in the Qing army's logistics camp. The death of the commander made them feel at a loss. What was the situation in the city? Why had the messenger sent by himself not returned yet?

Tens of thousands of troops and dozens of powerful Red General cannons did not know where the enemy was, nor did they know where to fire. They were placed in the army like pieces of scrap metal.

Jiang Han couldn't understand, and Dorgon couldn't understand it even more. What was going on? He could feel that the situation in Daocheng was getting worse, but he didn't know why it was getting so bad. He couldn't figure out why, after dealing with the hundreds of city defense troops, in her opinion, a group of civilians holding kitchen knives were not a threat at all. Hundreds of thousands against a few hundred, wasn't it my advantage?

But why did it turn out like this?

He had issued several orders to his men to reorganize the army and move closer to him, but half a day had passed and he had not seen any army carry out his orders.

This time he brought his own personal troops, plus some surrendered Han troops. Those Han slaves were fine, but his own personal troops would never betray him. So, what happened that made them unable to even execute his orders?

Or was it that his order was never delivered at all?

Dorgon's military talent was online. As a pretty good general, he could guess that the enemy might be targeting his intelligence network, but he had no way to do anything because his current situation was also not good.

This palace is a huge trap!

They captured the damned Ming prince according to the original plan, but they were like a deer in the forest, falling into the hunter's trap.

Cannons that came from nowhere were constantly bombarding their own army formation. With one shot, all the soldiers and horses were annihilated. They were very familiar with the power of cannons, so they could only shrink their formation and hide in the buildings of the palace. They could not go anywhere and slowly wait for death.

Thinking of this, Dorgon glanced viciously at the extremely cowardly and crying Prince De Zhu Youshu over there: "What a cruel prince of the Ming Dynasty, in order to keep us here, you are willing to use yourself as bait, I underestimated you."

"Ah? What? What the hell? Why don't I understand a word you're saying? What's going on outside?"

Facing Dorgon's attack, Zhu Youshu looked serious.

"It has come to this, and they are still playing dumb. The Han people are indeed a bunch of cunning and treacherous people. Take him away! Beat him half of his life first, don't kill him!"

"Yes!"

Dorgon needed to vent, and in his mind, the Prince De in front of him was a very good target. In his eagerness for quick success, he was deceived by such an obvious bait, which led to tens of thousands of troops being passive. He was worthy of being the Prince De, who was really good at it. In this way, the plan to exchange you for gold and silver was no longer viable.

Such an enemy, if released, would only cause great trouble. Then we would lie to the Ming court and say we would release him, but then kill him halfway. This boy must not be released back to the Ming Dynasty!

Anyway, I am a barbarian. What's the point of talking about credibility? Can you really scold me to death?

Of course, these are things that can only happen after you are able to leave. If you fail to break out now, Dorgon will kill you on the spot!

"how?"

AK12's question was heard in the channel, and it can be heard that she is in a good mood.

"Everything went according to plan. The battlefield situation is basically under our control. The Qing troops are already in a state of chaos."

"NTW, don't keep an eye on them. Go to the southeast gate and help MG4 cover the evacuation of the people. 45 and I will help you cover them."

"receive"

NTW stood up nimbly, and its huge figure moved quickly between the streets. Along the way, a large number of Qing troops ran around like headless flies. Small troops were killed with one punch when they encountered NTW, and large troops could only see a black human figure whooshing past.

The purpose of the humanoids at this moment is to move the people and wealth of Jinan City to Yangzhou!

Volume 148: Chapter Asking for Leave

I went out today to take care of some family matters. I have had some injuries this year. My legs hurt terribly when I walked because I haven't exercised for a long time. It felt like someone pinched my hips. I ran 1000 meters for a physical test on the first day, and then got up early the next morning. I was in that state. I skipped a day, but will update twice a day tomorrow.

Volume 149: Chapter Chapter : Strategy

"Is your plan feasible? Will the people here really follow us to such a far place? Besides, the commander probably can't take in so many people, right?"

M45 questioned 4's plan.

"What does it matter? I'm not really planning to take them all over. I'm just telling them a possibility. As for whether they go or not, that's their own business. Anyway, we have to transport the supplies. How long will it take to transport them by ourselves? Isn't it good to be able to trick some coolies now?"

Obviously, 45 was dismissive of M4's doubts.

"From what I know, the human residents in this place have a very strange attachment to their settlement. They will not follow us if they have any other options. Those who are willing to leave must be those who have nothing to lose. Such people are what the commander needs the most."

"How can you be so sure they won't follow us? These troops are not exactly friendly to them."

NTW’s complaints are quite accurate.

That's right, although the Qing army's goal was to plunder the people, but with the commander Dorgon already furious, the entire army was under the buff of a living gate species and would not do anything that had anything to do with humans.