Chapter 1522 Report
Wang Wei was a governor of a large coastal county. He lost his fortune and organized a regiment to fight against the Westerners who came ashore to plunder.
With the help of his familiarity with the terrain and the firearms and bullets issued by the imperial court, he achieved great success.
There are 230 soldiers and 400 farmers in the regiment training. In March, the Westerners and their colonial servants were killed and injured, a total of 41 people.
This number is remarkable.
The county magistrate was about to report him to ask for merit. Unfortunately, the county magistrate was subsequently attacked and killed by Westerners, and the petition for merit was never completed.
This is the latest tactic of the Westerners.
On the long coastline, patrolling at will, from time to time, I would find a county with loose security and go ashore to plunder.
The opponent is a fist, and our own side has a long line, making it impossible to fight.
This time it is only the turn of the county where Wang Wei is located.
Looking at the fire burning in his hometown, he gritted his teeth.
"Damn ghost, you don't stay at home and come here to cause trouble to us, you deserve to be damned!" He cursed fiercely.
"Mr. Wang, we are running out of food and bullets. Before, Magistrate Cheng provided it. Now that Magistrate Cheng is dead, no one cares about our food or weapons." His Master, sighed.
“It seems that we can only take refuge with other nearby leaders.” Wang Juren looked into the distance.
He originally expected to take the path of a vassal town, but the result was good. Now his hometown is lost.
He took a fancy to the Mingguang Army.
It's very simple. The other party has a deep background, direct access to Tianting, sufficient supplies, and well-informed information.
Wang Wei's surrender was rejected.
The reason for rejection is very simple. He is not a master of great suffering and hatred...
On the contrary, among his subordinates, none of the elite soldiers are wanted by the opponent, but more than half of them are taken in by peasant soldiers.
"This, this is simply unbelievable. You don't want someone who can fight, but you want those stupid mud-legged people?" Wang Wei was furious at the people in the liaison office.
“You can be our friend, and we will share some intelligence and basic materials with you, but we cannot accept you joining our sequence because our team discipline requirements are extremely strict. After joining, everyone will not be able to do it. Friend." The person at the liaison office said patiently.
Wang Wei was stunned.
One day later, he made a bold move. He disbanded the team and then applied to join the Mingguang Army alone.
As for the necessary conditions for suffering and hatred, he said that his home and property were burned and plundered by Westerners, and he finally passed the test.
You still have a team, and no matter how bitter and grudged they are, they can never want you.
After entering the Mingguang Army, he quickly discovered the difference in this team.
The other party does not worship the emperor, does not worship the queen mother, does not respect ghosts and gods, only respects Teacher Liu, and a wise man without a name.
Then they are absolutely consistent internally, sharing meat together, eating vegetables together, shooting bullets together... This is not the case, sharpshooters shoot more.
He has never seen such a team before, they are simply heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals.
In his group training, he must be able to fight and eat as much as possible. The little bosses have people waiting on them to wash their feet and eat.
Never seen it here.
He suddenly understood that this was the state most admired by famous generals in ancient times: united as one.
And this team did it just by relying on their daily habits.
Although we have conflicts, we are as close as brothers.
On the battlefield, death is as welcome as death.
The Westerners’ rigid formations and rigid tactics were no match for them.
They can only rely on cannons and giant ships to gain the initiative.
But he also saw the weakness of the Mingguang Army:
The number is too small, and the masters with great suffering and hatred are still few in the current Dacheng Dynasty.
The vast majority of people survive, a few do suffer, but that can basically be attributed to luck.
Although the gentlemen are cruel, greedy, shameless, and vicious...but considering the issue of reincarnation, they will always restrain themselves.
After reincarnation, they will almost certainly be reincarnated among the children of servants, sharecroppers, and tenants around them.
If they don’t want to be beaten to death when they are weak and helpless and their parents have no background power after their true identity is discovered, hypocrisy is a skill they must learn.
Make fewer enemies and do more good deeds. If your identity is exposed, your parents will take care of you out of kindness, and then you can grow up safely with the temptation of gold and silver. If you are arrogant and domineering and happen to be reincarnated into your enemy's home, you will have to live in fear.
In this context, only a few fools, fools who cannot control their own nature, will blatantly do bad things.
Savvi local tyrants and evil gentry will restrain themselves and hide themselves.
In the past, various methods of making money became more and more hidden, and on the surface they were better for the poor.
This also makes it difficult for the Mingguang Army to grow rapidly.
In a village, it would be pretty good if you could find three or four people who were bitter and resentful.
In Wen Rensheng's previous life, in modern times, it would be pretty good to find three or four people in a village who were not bitter and resentful.
But Wang Wei then noticed that the leader of the Mingguang Army had already discovered this problem.
They established an organization called "Farmer Aid Association" near many destroyed villages.
This kind of organization seems to make people live a better life.
This kind of good will allow them to have more soldiers. Their combat effectiveness may not be as powerful as the Mingguang Army, but they are better than it comes from a wide range of sources and an endless stream.
There will eventually be fewer and fewer soldiers who suffer greatly and have deep hatred.
But as long as the Agricultural Aid Association takes root, there will be a steady stream of soldiers every fourteen years.
He went to several classes.
As he listened, he felt creepy.
Lawlessness.
These people simply don’t take the Queen Mother and the Old Saint in their eyes.
I actually wanted to change the world.
The imperial court has worked so hard to support you, but you still want to use the imperial court to fight against the Westerners at this critical moment, plotting rebellion and self-reliance?
This is simply a white-eyed wolf, a slave who can’t get enough to eat!
The Juren master was furious.
He could see that this thing did not leave any space for the gentry at all. The Queen Mother and the old sage were so good that they allowed each county to establish a parliament, court, and patrol police unique to Westerners... gentry We finally don't have to be afraid of the county magistrate who will destroy our family and the governor who will destroy our family.
The county magistrate only executes affairs and cannot handle cases.
The small and medium-sized gentry can finally do their jobs without worrying about being exploited by the county magistrate.
These measures are the most friendly to middle-level gentry like him.
Of course he was supportive.
Why he had to spend all his money to organize team training and fight against Westerners? Firstly, it was to seek a career, and secondly, it was to protect the rights and interests he had already obtained.
He had just lived a peaceful life for a few years, and he absolutely did not want to let the Westerners take it away.
Of course he doesn’t want these agricultural associations to take away these powers.
So he wrote the memorial overnight and sent it to the capital through the inn using his power as a local councillor.
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"Farmers' Assistance Association? It's just an act of self-protection by the villagers, just like the Cao Gang." After the first assistant saw the memorial, he handed it to the second assistant casually. .
This earliest warning report was judged by the insensitive feudal bureaucrats.
"Yes, there are endless clubs all over the country. Aren't they just looking after themselves? They are just gangs. It's not surprising." Ci Fu took it and after reading the memorial written by Wang Juren, he also shook his head with disdain.
"How is the food problem?" asked the chief minister.
"It has been stabilized for the time being. Thanks to Old Eunuch Wu, he sent people to force the squires in various places and called for grain. Finally, we have the inventory to maintain the situation." Sanfu replied.
“Eunuch Wu’s move is comparable to that of Eunuch He, the savior of the previous dynasty.” The chief assistant sighed.
"When the country is in trouble, we miss our good generals. Although the eunuchs are usually greedy, in times of crisis, there are many loyal people."
Everyone was talking about it, and Wang Daju's report had long been forgotten. .
(End of this chapter)