Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wang Wei is a Juren from a large coastal county. He lost his family and property, and organized a regiment to attack the Westerners who came ashore to loot.

With the help of his familiarity with the terrain and the firearms and bullets issued by the court, he achieved a lot of victories.

There were 230 soldiers and 400 farmers in the regiment training. In March, a total of 41 Westerners and their colonial servants were killed or injured.

This number is remarkable.

The county magistrate was about to report to him to ask for credit, but unfortunately, the county magistrate was subsequently killed by the Westerners who broke through the county, and the papers for the credit came to an end without a problem.

This is the latest tactic of the Westerners.

On the long coastline, patrol at will, and from time to time find a county with loose security, go ashore to plunder.

The opponent is a fist, and one's own side is a long line, it is impossible to fight against.

This time it was only the turn of the county where Wang Wei was located.

Looking at the fire in his hometown, he gritted his teeth.

"Damn Fangui, you don't stay in your own house, and come to our place to cause harm, you really deserve to die!" He cursed fiercely.

"Master Wang, we are running out of food and ammunition. In the past, county magistrate Cheng provided them. Now that magistrate Cheng is dead, no one cares about our food and weapons." His master sighed.

"It seems that we can only rely on other nearby leaders." Wang Juren looked into the distance.

He had hoped to take the road of a feudal town, but the result was good, and 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.

Wang Wei's offer of refuge was rejected.

The reason for the refusal is simple, he is not the master of suffering and hatred...

On the contrary, among his subordinates, the opponent did not want any of the elite soldiers, but more than half of them were taken in by the peasant soldiers.

"This, this is simply incredible. You don't want to be able to fight, but you want those dumb mud legs?" 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, we will not be able to become friends." The liaison office The man spoke patiently.

Wang Wei was stunned.

A 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 bitterness and hatred, he said that his home and property were burned and plundered by Westerners, and he finally passed the customs.

You still have a team, no matter how hard you are, it is impossible to want you.

After entering the Mingguang Army, he quickly discovered the difference in this team.

The other party does not worship the emperor, the queen mother, or ghosts and gods, but only respects Teacher Liu, and there is also a sage who has no name.

Then they are absolutely consistent internally, share meat together, eat vegetables together, and shoot together with bullets... This is not the case, sharpshooters shoot a lot.

He had never seen such a team before, it was simply heavenly soldiers and generals.

In his group training, he must be able to fight and eat more, and the little boss has someone to serve his feet and eat.

Never seen here.

He immediately understood that this is the state most admired by famous generals in ancient times: united will is a fortress.

And this team did it by relying on daily habits.

Although we have conflicts, we are as close as brothers.

On the battlefield, death is like home.

The rigid queues and rigid tactics of the Westerners are not their opponents at all.

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 there are still few masters who suffer and hate deeply in the current Dacheng Dynasty.

The vast majority survived, and a few did suffer, but that was largely down to luck.

Although the masters 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, tenant farmers, and tenants around them.

If they don't want to be beaten to death when their true identities are discovered, they are weak and helpless, and their parents have no background 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 because of kindness, and then use some gold, silver and treasures to lure you, so you can grow up safely.

If you are arrogant and domineering, and you happen to be reincarnated into your enemy's house, you have to live in fear.

Against this background, only a few idiots, idiots who cannot control their own nature, would blatantly do bad things.

The shrewd local tyrants and evil gentry will restrain themselves and hide themselves.

The various ways of raising money in the past have become more concealed, and on the surface it is better for the poor.

This also made it difficult for the Mingguang Army to grow rapidly.

In a village, it is not bad to find three or four bitter and bitter people.

But in Wen Rensheng's previous life, in modern times, it would be very good to find three or four people in a village who were not bitter or bitter.

However, Wang Wei later noticed that the leader of the Mingguang Army had already discovered this problem.

They established a kind of organization called "farmer aid association" near many destroyed villages.

This kind of organization seems to make people's lives better.

This kind of good will allow them to have more soldiers. Their combat effectiveness may not be as strong as that of the Mingguang Army, but they have a wide range of sources and an endless stream.

There will be fewer and fewer soldiers who suffer and hate deeply.

However, as long as the Agricultural Assistance Association takes root, there will be a steady stream of soldiers within fourteen years.

He went to several classes.

Listening, he felt the creeps.

Lawless.

These people simply don't pay attention to the Empress Dowager Lao Shengjun.

He even thought about changing the world.

The imperial court has worked so hard to support you, yet you still think of using the imperial court to fight against the crisis of the Westerners and plot to rebel and stand on your own?

This is simply a white-eyed wolf, a lowly slave who can't get enough to feed!

Master Juren was furious.

He could see that this thing did not leave any space for the gentry at all. How wonderful the Queen Mother and Old Sage Monarch have allowed each county to establish a unique Western parliament, court, and patrol... Finally, the gentry don't have to be afraid of breaking their homes County magistrate, governor of Miemen.

County magistrates only execute affairs and cannot handle cases.

The small and medium-sized gentry can finally do things with peace of mind without worrying about being exploited by the county magistrate.

These measures are the most friendly to a middle-level gentry like him.

Of course he did his best to support it.

Why did he go bankrupt and set up a group training to beat Westerners? One is to seek a family background, and the other is to protect the rights he has already acquired.

He has just lived a peaceful life for a few years, and he absolutely does not want the Westerners to take it away.

Of course, he doesn't want these agricultural subsidy associations to take away these powers.

So he wrote the memorial overnight, and sent it to the capital through the post station, using his right to submit the memorial as a local councilor.

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"Farmers' Association? It's just an act of self-protection for the villagers, just like the Cao Gang." After seeing the memorial, the first assistant handed it to the second assistant. .

This earliest warning report was thus concluded by the insensitive feudal bureaucrats.

"That's right, clubs are popping up all over the place. Don't you just take care of yourself? It's not surprising that they are just Jianghu gangs." Cifu took it over, and after reading the memorial written by Wang Juren, he also shook his head in disdain.

"How about the food problem?" Shoufu asked.

"For the time being, it is stable, thanks to the old eunuch Wu, who vigorously sent people everywhere to force the squires and urge the grain, and finally there is a stock to maintain the situation." Sanfu replied.

"The eunuch Wu's move is comparable to that of the savior of the previous dynasty." Shoufu sighed.

"When a country is in trouble, think of a good general. Although the eunuchs are usually greedy, there are also many loyal people in times of crisis."

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and Wang Daju's report had long since been thrown out of the blue.