Wang Fuchen, who believed that he was the bravest of the three armies, did not expect that one of Li Guo's followers would be so difficult to deal with. The two exchanged fists and kicks, but no one took advantage of them. How did he know that these people around Li Guo were not ordinary followers?
They are not ordinary guards, they are dead soldiers! They are all fierce soldiers who have crawled out from the dead on the battlefield many times!
"Hey, my hands are itchy after watching this. Why don't we join in the fun together?" Seeing that Wang Fuchen couldn't find a follower for a long time, Wu Mushan became anxious and wanted to help, but he was afraid of being accused of bullying the minority, so he shouted for help.
He was joining in the fun, but while he was talking, he rushed straight towards Li Guo.
Li Guo just sneered, and there was no need for him to take action. Another follower rushed over and kicked Wu Mushan, but when he heard a thud... the follower was thrown to the ground heavily, and for a moment he was thrown to the ground.
Can't get up.
Li Guo couldn't help but frowned and looked at Wu Mushan: "Foolish wrestling skills?"
Wu Mushan chuckled and said nothing, and rushed toward Li Guo with open arms.
"Little Dao'er" Song Xiance chuckled, and without waiting for other followers to catch up, he stepped in front of Li Guo. Wu Mushan had no choice but to catch him first, but the difference in stature between the two was too big, so Song Xiance
He circled around him like a meat ball, but he always missed him. After a few times, Wu Mu became impatient and yelled: "You dwarf, should I fight or not..."
"Of course." While he was distracted by talking, Song Xiance swept the dust in his hand and hit Wu Mushan's face, causing him to scream in pain, but then the pain was even worse, and Song Xiance teased her.
feet, causing him to curl up on the ground and curse.
When Wang Fuchen saw this, he immediately became angry. He punched and attacked to force the follower back. He drew out his sword and cursed fiercely: "Damn it, I'm here today..."
"Stop" came a sharp shout, and Ji Jike walked over with a dark face.
"My lord" Wang Fuchen trembled, quickly bowed and saluted, and returned the sword to its sheath.
Ji Jike kept a dark face and said nothing. He walked to Wu Mushan, who was still lying on the ground with a face the color of pig liver, and lifted him up. Everyone was shocked. Wu Mushan was burly and nearly two hundred kilograms tall, but Ji Jike
Jike finally picked him up without any effort and threw him aside: "I usually think I am very capable, but now I am like a waste."
"Mr. Qian, you are so rude!" Song Xiance hurried forward to accuse him. He was a discerning person. He knew that this man was one of the four great kings of Dongchang Guards and that his martial arts were unfathomable. According to rumors,
He was only higher than the Grand Master, but he didn't want to cause trouble, let alone let it involve Li Guo.
Ji Jike gave Li Guogong an expressionless expression and said, "Your Excellency, you can leave now."
Li Guo returned the courtesy, turned around and left.
"Sir..." After Li Guo and his party left, Wang Fuchen came over. Before he could finish his words, Ji Jike snorted coldly: "Do you know who he is?"
"Your humble position... I know," Wang Fuchen said bravely, and Ji Jike narrowed his eyes: "So you know. Since you know, why bother with him?"
"A humble position... I just don't like him and want to weigh him to see if he is a tiger or a cat." Wang Fuchen's eyes were filled with dissatisfaction. Ji Jike snorted coldly: "You are not qualified to weigh him whether he is a cat or a tiger."
, at least not qualified now."
"Sir, you are disobeying your position!" Wang Fuchen's eyes were about to burst into flames. Ji Jike looked at him suspiciously and suddenly stabbed his throat with both fingers. Wang Fuchen was startled by the sharp wind and wanted to avoid it subconsciously, but
He was still a step too late, but Ji Jike's fingers stopped an inch away from his throat, and he said calmly: "I'll give you another chance." With that, he withdrew his hand and stabbed with two fingers. Wang Fuchen retreated violently to hide, but
Still a step too slow.
"Sir..." Wang Fuchen was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Ji Jike's expression was dull: "If you don't accept it, I'll give you another chance." He slowly withdrew his hand and looked at Wang Fuchen: "Are you ready?"
Wang Fuchen looked at Ji Jike's two fingers, took a long breath and took a step back slowly: "Okay..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Jike stepped forward and stabbed Wang Fuchen with his fingers like swords. Wang Fuchen retreated with his legs and suddenly drew his sword and slashed across it. However, he suddenly felt severe pain in the tiger's mouth. The steel knife fell to the ground.
Before he could be shocked, Ji Jike pressed his fingers against his throat. His nails were broken and bloodshot oozed out. This made Wang Fuchen so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat: "Sir..."
"He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He has been training for decades in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. A tiger you only weigh a few pounds." Ji Jike snorted coldly and turned to leave. Wang Fuchen was stunned on the spot and his face turned blue and white.
Wu Mushan climbed up from the corner and exclaimed: "Master Ji, your sword flew away with just a flick. It's amazing!"
"Yes, it's amazing, I'm far behind!" Wang Fuchen sighed, his face turned ashen.
Ji Jike's words just now made him too sad, but they were also honest. How could Li's many years of struggle be comparable to his? Although he later became famous for his bravery, he also experienced dozens of fierce battles.
It has been tempered, but now he has not been polished in the real battlefield.
Chang Yu was resting in the General Military Mansion, and Ji Jike informed him of the incident, which greatly surprised him.
"Wang Fuchen is usually unruly but never causes trouble. Why is he making trouble without reason today?" Li Muxian, who was standing next to him, looked puzzled.
Chang Yu thought for a while and sighed: "After all, it's the inferiority complex that caused the trouble."
Ji Jike and Li Muxian were confused.
"Besides Wu Mushan, are there others involved?" Chang Yu asked again. Ji Jike shook his head: "The remaining people were watching the battle and did not participate."
Chang Yu nodded: "Wang Fuchen provokes quarrels and stirs up trouble, disturbs military discipline and lowers the general flag, and is fined one month's salary and fifteen army sticks. Wu Mushan participated in private fights and was demoted to a hundred households and received fifteen army sticks."
Wang Fuchen was dumbfounded when he heard the news. He could bear the fine and the beating with a stick from the Tenth Army, but the Vice President he had just mentioned was given the flag in an instant. This is the most terrible thing. You have to know that if you want to be a
Thousands of households, not to mention thousands of households, even hundreds of households are like ascending to the sky, either working hard to accumulate merit, or rely on the blessing of ancestors to inherit the family.
How many people were envious of him when he was promoted to Vice President. You have to know which of the soldiers of the East Factory Guard is not a warrior on the battlefield and which one is not decorated with medals. In terms of merit, they can accumulate hundreds or even a thousand households. Unlike him and Wu Mushan
Usually they only rely on the favor of the chief eunuch to gain success.
But who knew that in such a short period of time, he would suddenly fall from the clouds.
Some people ask whether Qianhu is Qianzong and what is Baozong. Here is a little popular science. Qianzong is actually equivalent to Qianhu and Baozong is equivalent to hundreds of households. The two are just different military services.
At the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the military household system was established. Those with this type of household registration farmed in their spare time and fought in wars. As the name suggests, Baihu is the leader of a hundred military households, and Qianhu is the leader of a thousand military households. Later, it gradually evolved into military official titles.
, and can be hereditary.
Qianzong was actually established during the Jiajing period. It was a military position in the camp, that is, the three major camps of the Beijing Camp. This was a professional army. They did not need to farm, but relied on pay from the court to live and generally had to farm.
The military households are different.
And the most different thing is that Qian Zonghe is always a position and cannot be hereditary.
The Dongchang Guards are the emperor's personal soldiers. They are professional troops in name and in reality. The military position should be set at a thousand units, but why are they given to a hundred households or a thousand households?
In fact, there are two reasons. First, by the end of the Ming Dynasty, it was no longer so clear and indifferent that Mr. Qian was lumped together with Qian Hu and Bai Hu. Second, Chang Yu was seeking benefits for his subordinates. After all, Qian Hu