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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 were 230 soldiers and 400 farmers in the regiment training. In March, the Westerners and their colonial servants were killed and wounded, 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 later attacked and killed by the Westerners, and the petition for merit was never completed.
This is the latest tactic of the Westerners.
On the long coastline, they patrolled at will, and from time to time they would find a county with loose security and go ashore to plunder.
The opponent is a fist, and our own side is a long line, making it impossible to fight.
This time it was only the turn of the county where Wang Wei was located.
Seeing the fire burning in his hometown, he gritted his teeth.
"Damn you, you 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. In the past, Magistrate Cheng provided the supplies. Now that Magistrate Cheng is dead, no one cares about our food and 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 simple. He is not a bitter and resentful person...
On the contrary, among his subordinates, none of the elite soldiers were wanted by the opponent, but more than half were taken in by peasant soldiers.
"This, this is simply unbelievable. You don't want people 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 information and basic supplies with you, but we cannot accept you joining our team because our team discipline requirements are extremely strict. After joining, we will not be friends." said the Liaison Office.
The man spoke very patiently.
Wang Wei was stunned.
One day later, he made a bold move. He disbanded the team and applied to join the Mingguang Army alone.
As for the necessary conditions for severe suffering and deep 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, no matter how hard you are and how bitter you are, I can't possibly want you.
After joining 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 an unnamed sage.
Then they are absolutely consistent internally. They share meat together, eat vegetables together, and shoot 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 all have people waiting on them to wash their feet and eat.
Never see it here.
He immediately 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 daily habits.
Although we all have conflicts, we are as close as brothers.
On the battlefield, one sees death as one's own.
The Westerners' rigid queues 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 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 their true identity is discovered and their parents have no background or influence, 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. Then, with the temptation of gold and silver, you can grow up safely.
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.
The smarter local tyrants and evil gentry will restrain themselves and hide themselves.
Various methods of making money in the past have become more and more hidden, and on the surface they are better for the poor.
This also made it difficult for the Mingguang Army to grow rapidly.
In a village, it would be pretty good if you can find three or four people who are bitter and have deep hatred.
In Wen Rensheng's previous life, in modern times, it would be very good to find three or four people in a village who are not bitter and have deep hatred.
However, Wang Wei then noticed that the leader of the Mingguang Army had discovered this problem.
They established an organization called "Peasant 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 worse than it comes from a wide range of sources and an endless stream.
There will eventually be fewer and fewer soldiers who suffer deeply and have deep hatred.
But as long as the Agricultural Aid Association takes root, every fourteen years, there will be a steady stream of soldiers.
He went to several classes.
As he listened, he felt horrified.
Lawless.
These people simply don't take the Queen Mother and the Old Saint in their eyes.
He even thought about changing 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, and plot to rebel and become self-reliant?
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. How good the Queen Mother and the old sage were, allowing each county to set up parliaments, courts, and patrol police unique to Westerners... The gentry finally no longer have to be afraid of breaking up their families.
County magistrate, Miemenfu Yin.
The county magistrate only executes affairs and cannot handle cases.
The small and medium-sized gentry could finally work with peace of mind 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 fully supportive.
Why did he 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 the Westerners to take it away.
Of course, he did not want these agricultural associations to take away these powers.
So he wrote the memorial overnight, and using his power as a local councilor to submit the memorial, he sent it to the capital through the inn.
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"The Farmers' Assistance Association? It's just an act of self-protection for the villagers, just like the Cao Gang." After the first assistant saw the memorial, he casually handed it to the second assistant.
This earliest warning report was judged by the insensitive feudal bureaucrats.
"That's right. Clubs are popping up all over the place. Aren't they just looking after themselves? They're just gangs. It's not surprising." Cifu took it over 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.
"What Eunuch Wu did is comparable to that of Eunuch He who was the savior of the previous dynasty." The chief assistant sighed.
"When the country is in trouble, we miss our good generals. Although eunuchs are usually greedy, in times of crisis, there are many loyal ones."
Everyone was talking about it, and Wang Daju's report had long been forgotten.
