Ming Taizi's Total War

Chapter 127 The Disaster in Dawang Village
What is devoted to duty, what is showing loyalty in front of the Mandarin, is all false, and it is true only to benefit yourself as much as possible.

Anyway, I have already betrayed Daming, and I can't do anything worse than this, so what if I looted some villages.

Originally, the only reason to seek an official from thousands of miles away was to make money, but now that there was an opportunity to make a fortune in front of him, why didn't he seize it.

Thinking of this, Han Guang turned around to look at his subordinates, and found that their eyes lit up when they heard these words.

It's no wonder that it's only natural for soldiers to go through life and death, rob food, money, and women. Could it be that they are allowed to fight on an empty stomach?

After the mite is cleared, the payment of the military salary is not very late, and the payment is slightly more than that of the Ming court. The most attractive thing for these big soldiers is that they can plunder the people unscrupulously.

Because at that time, although Chiqing had the intention of taking control of the Central Plains, it was only a part of the high-level people, and most of them still did not have the awareness to win people's hearts, and they didn't need to make themselves suffer for the good reputation of Chiqing day.

Soon, Han Guang and Huang Zongbing came to a nearby village together. Because they were all infantry, they did not take the approach of breaking into the village.

Instead, quietly surround the place first, so that no one escapes and leaks the news and informs the nearby villages. Otherwise, it will be troublesome for them to rob other villages.

After all, people are not ostriches. These peasants may not have much knowledge, but their brains are as good as anyone else in the world.

They knew that if someone robbed the countryside, they would definitely take their belongings and flee, so Han Guang and the others would get nothing if they robbed again.

In Dawang Village, the atmosphere is full of joy. The men in the village are decorating the venue for a wedding with lanterns and festoons.

In a large courtyard, the cook had already set up a large pot to boil vegetables, and the table beside him was full of onion, ginger, acetic acid and other things.

Many children with meatball heads gathered around the chef's cauldron, greedily inhaling the aroma of cooked pork.

"Get out of the way, don't be around the pot, if the pot is overturned, see if your parents will whip you tonight." The cook with a large spoon found a group of children surrounded by his pot, so he hurried over to chase them away.

Today is the wedding of the family of the famous Wang Yuan in their Dawang Village and even ten miles and eight townships. It is a great day for the whole village to be lively together. If these children ruin it, it will be terrible.

"Uncle, please give us a piece of meat to eat." A child couldn't help drooling when he saw the pork floating in the iron pot.

Meat has always been a rare thing in the countryside. Although various chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle and sheep are raised by farmers, this does not mean that they can eat it.

It’s like farmers in North China planting wheat, harvesting it in autumn and planting it in spring. They worked hard for a whole year, but in the end they couldn’t eat a single bite of the white flour they had grown, because they had to pay taxes to the government and exchange money to buy various daily necessities for the family. .

In the end, I could only eat dross and wild vegetables. After having foreign crops such as corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, it would be better, and I could grow these things to barely fill my stomach.

"Eat, eat, you know how to eat, don't make trouble here, go home and play." Although the cook yelled and cursed, he still fished out a few slices of dried tofu and boiled gray pork from the pot Put it in the hands of these children.

Seeing that there was food, the group of children didn't even bother to thank them, and ran out of Wang Yuanwai's compound at a gallop.

"These children." The cook named Dayou shook his head and smiled as he watched the children's figures go away.

Just as he was about to replenish the cauldron with some ingredients taken away by the children, suddenly the alarm in the village sounded, and the sound of gongs and drums resounded throughout the village located on the plain.

"The soldiers surrounded the village, and the soldiers surrounded the village."

But the sound lasted only a dozen or so breaths before it stopped. Dayou stood in the yard outside the king, looked at the chaotic crowd, and stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

"Master, what should I do?" Wang Yuanwai's housekeeper approached Wang Yuanwai, hoping that he could come up with an idea.

In Dawang Village and several nearby villages, he is the most respected and the person with the highest social status. Although he is not a villager, his words are ten thousand times better than the village head.

"Don't panic, don't panic, let the villagers calm down, but I talked to the soldiers. They just want money and food, and we will give them." Wang Yuanwai said very painfully.

But for the safety of the villagers, he had to do this, otherwise those soldiers would definitely dig their village three feet into the ground.

Wang Yuanwai has lived for more than 60 years and is very experienced in this situation.

In the past, no matter whether they were soldiers or bandits, they came to Dawang Village or other surrounding villages just to ask for money and rice. move.

But unfortunately, the experience of Wang Yuanwai is in the past tense, and the current world is not the time for the imperial court to be busy suppressing the bandits.

Han Guang and Huang Zongbing's hawks and dogs are not comparable to the peasant uprising army or the Ming court army.

Before Wang Yuanwai could walk out of his compound, Han Guang and Mr. Huang came in with knives.

A boy servant at the gate wanted to run away when he saw Han Guang holding a bloody sword, but Han Guang stepped forward quickly and slashed his sword on his back, and the boy servant fell down without saying a word.

The villagers who were still in the yard saw Han Guang's horrific killing, and they all ran like ostriches in fright. When they found a relatively dark space, or a corner, or behind a door, they buried their heads in it. , hide.

I hope that just like this, Han Guang and the killing gods can't see him, so that he can avoid disaster.

Although Wang Yuanwai has lived for more than sixty years, he has never seen such a master who kills people when he comes up, but for the sake of the villagers and his family, he can only bite the bullet and stand up.

"This general, I am Wailang, Wang Deguang, a member of the household department. The general has come from a long way with the heavenly soldiers. Please forgive me for being so far away."

"I also ask the general to lead the troops to find a place with a treasure of geomantic omen to station in Xiaolai for the time being. The younger brother will lead people to raise gold, silver, food and grass for the general to use for the army, and to thank the generals for their hard work in guarding the land and keeping the people safe."

Wang Deguang, an old man in his 60s, only dared to call himself his younger brother in front of Han Guang.

"Hmph, don't bother." At this time, Huang Zongbing came over. He had just killed a few people on the street of the village. The blood on the waist knife was still wet, and the blood dripped all the way along his footsteps, which was funny. A thin red line was drawn on the ground.

(End of this chapter)