On the third day of the first lunar month, in a small village fifty miles away from Hanoi in the eastern part of the Red River Plain of Vietnam, Vietnamese farmers gathered together by warriors crowded into a small village.
There were about 500 Vietnamese farmers with their families, crowded into more than 30 thatched huts in a small village, with miserable faces on their faces.
Many people were crowded together, and the room was filled with the smell of sweat. Many women were holding their children and sobbing with unwillingness on their faces.
These Vietnamese farmers were Vietnamese who had been deprived of their farmland by Li Zhi and were about to move to the mountains.
Since Li Zhi occupied Vietnam, he naturally wanted to turn Vietnam into the land of the Han people. The Red River Plain has fertile land, abundant rainfall and sunshine, and is an extremely high-quality agricultural area. Such an agricultural area, Li Zhi believes, should not be left to ignorance.
occupied by the Vietnamese.
Li Zhi wanted to move all the Vietnamese into the mountains and let the Vietnamese, under the leadership of warriors, cultivate valleys in the mountains. The fertile fields of the Red River Plain were all cultivated by the Han people and became an indivisible territory of the Ming Dynasty.
In the first year, Li Zhi will immigrate 1.5 million people from Jianghuai Province to the Red River Plain. With so many people, the number of Han people in the Red River Plain will exceed the number of Vietnamese. In the future, more and more Han people will migrate.
Turning the Vietnamese into a minority in the mountains.
As refugees who entered the mountains to open up wasteland, Li Zhi was responsible for the food expenses. In the future, water trucks and farm tools needed for wasteland development would also be registered and submitted for application by the Japanese samurai responsible for suppressing and managing these Vietnamese.
The samurai will teach Japanese terraced fields and water conservancy technology to the Vietnamese to improve the productivity of the Vietnamese. It is believed that after a few years of land reclamation, the Vietnamese will have a better life than before.
This group of more than 500 Vietnamese farmers was managed by twelve warriors at this time, but the warriors lived in another thatched hut.
A young Vietnamese looked at the door of the house and found that the warriors were not patrolling with swords as usual. He took courage and tiptoed to the door of the hut where the warriors lived, and poked his head into the hut.
The warriors were already drunk and fell to the ground in a mess.
Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year, which is originally a festival of the Ming Dynasty. The warriors have also been infected by the Tiger and Ben Army these days. They follow the local customs and celebrate the New Year like the people of the Ming Dynasty. On the eve of the New Year, the logistics civilians brought a gift to the warriors.
Jar of rice wine, these warriors couldn't hold back today and opened it to drink.
The rice wine was so strong that each of the warriors drank several large bowls and drank them all.
The young Vietnamese man ran back happily and shouted in the depressed Vietnamese crowd: "The warriors are drunk! Let's go back to the village!"
Everyone looked at the young man in shock, their eyes full of fear.
The young man shouted: "If you go into the mountains, you will be eaten by tigers and snakes! We are not going into the mountains anymore, we are going back to the village! The warriors are drunk, they can't control us anymore!"
A middle-aged Vietnamese man asked tentatively: "Are you really drunk?"
The young man shouted: "I'm so drunk that I lost consciousness! Leave quickly! If you don't leave now, it's too late!"
The Vietnamese people looked at each other for a while and became excited.
None of them were willing to leave the Red River Plain, let alone enter the mountains. These wildernesses were the land where their ancestors had lived for generations, and they were unwilling to be occupied by the Han people. At this time, the warriors were drunk and they wanted to escape back to their own country.
Go to the village!
As for what to do after escaping back, that is a matter for the future. These Vietnamese farmers who have not studied at all cannot think clearly.
The Vietnamese people stood up and started walking out with their children and luggage in their arms. At first they were a little scared, fearing that the vicious Japanese samurai would suddenly wake up. But after walking more than ten steps outside the hut, they found that the samurai didn't even know they were there.
In response, everyone became bolder and began to stride southward.
These farmers fled desperately, running out of breath, and finally arrived near their original large village, Zhulong Village, half an hour later.
However, at this time, the big village had changed hands.
At this time, the Vietnamese village of Zhulong had been renamed Xinxia Village by the Han people who immigrated there. The immigrants from Jianghuai Province who immigrated there built a circle of earth walls more than two meters high outside Xinxia Village. The earth wall
Three farmers sitting on guard were gambling money.
Seeing the mighty Vietnamese farmers returning to Xinxia Village, the farmers gambling on the earthen wall immediately blew their horns.
Soon, the men in the village, led by the village chief, stood on the village wall. Each immigrant from Jianghuai Province held a fine steel forged knife, and the village chief and armor chief also held standard rifles.
Five hundred Vietnamese farmers and more than 200 Jianghuai immigrants faced off across the city wall.
Among the Vietnamese crowd, the most active young man shouted in Vietnamese: "Charge! Charge in and take back our village!"
The others glanced at each other, but were afraid of the white steel knives in the Han's hands.
The young Vietnamese man yelled: "This is the land passed down by our ancestors, this is our home! How can we let others take it?"
Several young Vietnamese couldn't help it, jumped out and said: "Come on, rush in and take back our house!"
The five young people looked at the elderly, women and children around them and decided to be the vanguard. They picked up a few big rocks on the ground and ran towards the wall of Xinxia Village.
The Han people on the city wall looked at each other for a while, then grabbed their weapons and stood up. Under the command of the commander, the armor commanders loaded standard rifles with bullets and pointed the rifles at the Vietnamese young people who were rushing over.
The head of Xinxia Village is called Zuo Dan. He is from Tianjin. He has studied in elementary school and his knowledge and tolerance are different from those of ordinary farmers. He shouted to the Vietnamese in the broken Vietnamese he had learned these days: "Back off! Back off!"
Come back! Otherwise I’ll beat you to death!”
However, the Vietnamese young people did not listen and continued to attack the village wall with stones.
Zuo Dan shook his head and shouted: "Shoot!"
Several armor commanders looked at each other for a while, and their faces turned pale. These armor commanders were originally ordinary people in Tianjin or Shandong. How had they ever killed anyone? But at the critical moment of guarding the village wall, they couldn't do it without shooting and drawing blood.
.The eleven armor commanders gritted their teeth, pointed at the Vietnamese and pressed the trigger.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Three of the five charging Vietnamese were immediately hit, with blood splattering on their bodies, and they fell down.
When they saw the shooting coming, the five hundred Vietnamese behind them turned pale with fear.
The Han people killed people!
The Han people are too cruel.
Run quickly, the Han people are going to kill all the Vietnamese!
They no longer dared to surround the village wall, but fled along the road, carrying their clothes on their backs, to the small village guarded by the warriors.
Even the few young men holding the stones were so frightened that they peed their pants, threw away the stones, and ran away in the direction they came in.
The Han people on the city wall laughed heartily when they saw this scene.
A commander licked his lips and said, "Commander, this is a life-threatening incident. Will Uncle Zhennan blame us?"
Zuo Dan, who had studied in elementary school, waved his hand and said: "The Vietnamese refused to obey my uncle's orders and gathered people to attack our village and kill them without mercy! How could your uncle blame us? We defended the land assigned to us by the prince and defended the village effectively.
