Beiyang new warlord

More than a dozen black lines rushed to the fuse, followed by a more lively scene, tens of thousands of soldiers who had just retreated from the bloody battle in Japan against 10,000+ refugees?It's like beating a child violently, it's not of the same magnitude at all. In the ice and snow, dozens of refugees rushed up with dung forks, sticks and stones screaming, and were immediately dumped in the snow by several Dongjiang soldiers. There was a round of kicks on the ground, and the kicks screamed.

The tall and burly Kong Youde was simply showing off his strength. This barbarian didn't even defend himself, so he rushed forward with his head on his head. The refugees in front retreated in fear. One of them was finally so frightened that he turned his fear away. Out of anger, he took a stick and slashed it on his forehead.

With a click, the stick broke, and he was fine! Looking at the broken stick, the refugee leader who was still able to fight was almost cross-eyed, but Kong Youde was not polite, grabbed him by the collar, and let out a beast roar , A head hammer was smashed down hard, and there was another bang, and this guy was also foaming with drunken fists.

On the shore, there were scenes of this circle kicking everywhere, the white snow was stained red with blood from the nose and teeth, just as the fight was raging, the gate of Iron Mountain City, which had been imprisoned for several days, suddenly opened with a buzzing sound. , carrying a shovel, Zhao Yuanwai, Liu Yuanwai, a dozen wealthy businessmen and tycoons rushed to the front, shouting and yelling.

"Folks, our general is back, he is your copycat, follow the old men to kill these little strangers!"

"His grandfather, come to our Dongjiang to grab the land? Bah!"

There are a few villages near the city, and many refugees are still watching the port crackling in fear, making heart-piercing screams from time to time, and the back of their heads are greeted again when they are in a daze.

Standing on the bow of his dwarf boat, the Dutchmen were stunned. The red-nosed old man looked at the group of violent fights in disbelief, and kept making the sign of the cross.

"Oh, God! These orientals are simply too barbaric, God! This fist went through and knocked out a lot of teeth in that man's mouth. It took dozens of Dutch guilders to repair it, oh God! This man is even more barbaric , hit someone in the crotch with a fist, poor lamb, he can go to Milan, Italy to be an eunuch tenor!"

The last time Mao Jue clamored to hit the egg on your left, he would never hit the egg on your right! This Geng Zhongming seems to be addicted to it. He lays down on the ground, specializing in the lower three, and beats all the way like a praying mantis. Wherever they passed, the refugees all clutched their crotches, let out inhuman screams, and fell to the ground.

The group enjoyed the fight, clutching their buttocks, Song Xiance was as excited as a bald chicken, dancing and shouting vigorously.

"Fuck him, fuck him! Hit him in the face! Yes, kick his ass, fuck this bastard to death!"

Mao Jue kept nodding his head as he watched with relish with the small barrel telescope next to him.

A mass fight of 10 people!It could be made into a movie and sent to Hollywood!

But it’s not Mao Juexian’s pain. This group of fights, on the one hand, was in Xianjing Road, Xianxing City. No matter how rebellious these refugees are, they will always follow a principle, the one with the big fist It's the boss! If you want to subdue them, beat them up first!

Another reason is that after returning from the Japanese kingdom, they have been nestled on the ship for more than half a month, and their bones are almost rusted. It is just for the soldiers to exercise their muscles and bones, which can be regarded as increasing their actual combat experience.

Another thing that Mao Jue didn't expect was that this experience gathered a lot of Dongjiang's centripetal force, while fighting in groups, regardless of the army or the people!Our Dongjiang sense of belonging is deeply imprinted in everyone's soul.

The war of annihilation was completely fought, and the ports and wharves were all exposed. The refugees who had crossed the sea from Shandong by boat and fled to the Dongjiang River in front covered their heads and ran around screaming with their wives and children in their arms. Behind them, people with hoes and brooms The uncles and aunts in Tieyi Town are yelling and chasing after them like a mountain tiger.

It was so much fun!

This has even become a traditional festival in Dongjiang. Every year at Tieshan Wharf, on the last day of October, there are many foreign visitors pretending to be refugees. The broom sticks were driven around the city, like a Western carnival.

Dongjiang singled out the refugees, and Dongjiang won!

In the evening, more than [-] refugees were trapped in the Tieshan school grounds like plague chickens, fearful and trembling, one by one, regardless of men, women, old and young, looking in fear at the panting but excited followers holding bayonets nearby. The Dongjiang infantry who stared at them abnormally.

The twenty or so leaders of the refugees were all thrown to the feet of Mao Jue on the Black Pearl, and they fell limply on the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces.

"Master, please forgive me, we dare not do it again!"

"Damn it, you guys are getting up! How can I do this afternoon?"

What is a fox pretending to be a tiger? Song Xiance was in full swing at the moment, kicking the buttocks of several refugee leaders with his short radish legs, shouting there.

Looking at the trembling faces of more than a dozen guys, he probably forgot who his father was, not forgetting their Dongjiang ancestors. Mao Jue was also very angry and funny, but after a while, his brows were furrowed again .

Where are these guys placed?

Chapter 3 and Six. Too Small

A tradition of iron and blood has been formed in Dongjiang.

The harvest began in August, and a huge wave of refugees began to flee. When they arrived in Shandong, it was at the end of September, and between November and December, it happened to be the time for large-scale arrivals in Dongjiang. When Mao Jue came back, he encountered the end of the large-scale refugee wave. , but every day there are still people holding rafts or paddling sampans along Lushun Bay.

These people are indeed worthy of admiration. In order to find a way to survive, they sailed from Shandong to Liaodong in ice and snow. Departing from Dengzhou, they rushed forward like moths to a flame. More than half of the people were lost on the road, and they traveled thousands of miles along the coastline.

But even so, I’m sorry, when they came to Dongjiang, what greeted them was not hot soup and rice or a warm fire, but a big meal of hot, hot, big fists!

In the Northeast dialect, it is called the big electric gun shining on the face!

No, a boat has just landed, and before a few young men from Shanxi escaped from the famine, they built it towards the concrete. The straight trestle bridge looked around, and the sergeant who patrolled the bridge lifted him up when he stretched out his hand. While guessing and cursing.

"The foreigner raised by his mother!"

"Do you know who is grandpa?"

"Remember my beating this time, it's for your own good, don't mess with the general and lose his head!"

Although I don't want to admit it, almost all the surviving people in this year are hooligans. The honest people either starved to death in the fields or were eliminated by cruel fleeing.However, stabbing the head of the gangster is also good, just remember to hit, know who is the old man, the punch is so fleshy, even the woman was beaten with black eyes, and amidst the crying of the children, the refugees have nosebleeds and tongues. Nodding and bowing hastily.

"Grandpa Xie Jun rewarded me with a beating! Ouch! Little one remembers it! I will never forget it in my life! Ouch!"

After a violent feudal beating, these beating refugees with blue eyes were dragged down, and each of them was given a bowl of hot porridge, the kind that a bowl of rice is more than half a bowl of millet, but before they drank the hot porridge At that point, he was taken down again, in a three-story white small building made of cement near the port, under the guard of soldiers, he was tossed around by several doctors, pulling tongues, pulling faces, and showing his stinky belly and feet. Come on, be judged like a beast.Even women are not immune, and there is nothing to do with a man's head and a woman's feet, there is nothing to do about it.

In the 17th year of Chongzhen, Li Zicheng had just sat in the Jinluan Palace of the capital. Before his butt was warm, he suffered a big defeat, and then he was defeated all the way back to Shaanxi. He was displaced for 15 years, and he fought in the world for three years. The problem, Li Zicheng went to Beijing to copy his salary, which completely hurt the expectations of the scholars and bureaucrats in the world. Some people grouped it into a strategic issue. Li Zicheng had an army of one million, but only a few hundred thousand entered Beijing. The Manchus came to defeat each other, but the pathologists put forward a new theory, the theory of infectious diseases.

When Li Zicheng entered the capital, March and April were the time when the plague in the North China Plain was the most intense in several years, and spring was the season of high incidence of infectious diseases. The 30 capital battalion was slumped because of the severe infectious disease. The loosely disciplined Li Zicheng Dashun Army was quickly infected.

However, the Qing army was much luckier. After defeating Li Zicheng, Wu Sangui's and Qing's Azige's troops did not enter the capital at all, and went straight to the west to chase and kill them. When the activities are no longer intense, history is like a black joke. An infectious disease directly freezes the political structure of the next two to three hundred years.

Don't look at Mao Jue who seems to be quite strong in Dongjiang now, and he can't resist the toss of infectious diseases. He is afraid of a black death, and after a lot of tossing, the population is so defeated. He dare not have a single case. As for shouting about women losing their virginity It’s not that there are no unscrupulous ones, so it’s easy to confiscate them on the spot. Anyway, there are still a lot of bachelors in Dongjiang, and Han women are the most sought-after resources. What you don't want is what people want.

Fortunately, the road to Dongjiang is too difficult, and most of the old, weak, sick and disabled were eliminated on the road, and even 10 people did not check out dozens of them.

But even so, the torment is not over yet. Just after coming out of the port hospital, the refugees with bruised noses, swollen faces and dazed faces were stuffed into the large pool that was just repaired at the back. It doesn’t matter if you want to take the rotten clothes from before It was burned, and there was thick sulfur in the pool water, and the thorny and bruised refugees grinned.

The result is also fruitful, the jet-black hot water that was washed, floated a thick layer to kill lice and fleas, a few people changed a batch of water, and more than half of the dirty puddles had accumulated in the dirty puddles, so you can come and observe Mao Jue's goosebumps are all up, and it is estimated that trypophobia will die here.

After feeling the majesty of the Dongjiang River, the refugees here finally felt the warmth of the Dongjiang River. One of them was issued a set of cotton-padded jackets and a set of quilts, and everyone changed into a new set of outfits.

This Fan Wenju got busy again, taking dozens of paperwork to swipe and record there, whether you want it or not, a refugee who comes in and a Dongjiang military status, there are more than a dozen in a blink of an eye The roster came out, and tens of thousands of people in the pass froze to death and starved to death, but in the blink of an eye, 10,000+ people were added to Mao Jue.

It's a pity that this time, on the fifth floor of Tieshangjiang Building, Mao Jue couldn't be happy when he saw the crowd of refugees busy spinning thread to make cotton-padded quilts for his own people in the street below him.

There is no shortage of people in Dongjiang now!

Two-thirds of Hamgyong Road, which has just been accounted for, is almost filled again under the labor of 20 Liao people who returned from Shandong. From the snow-capped Paektu Mountain to the cold Sea of ​​Japan, a main road extends There are countless branches like tree roots, as long as it is a hillside and valley that you can cultivate, it is Dongjiang Juntun Farm.

And the mining industry, which has always eaten people, has no shortage of industries. High-skilled workers are not competent for refugees who have just put down their hoes. This time, they brought back more than 4 prisoners of war from the Tokugawa family. During the 14-year all-out war, the devils did not know how many piglets were abducted and sold from China. They went to Southeast Asia to do hard work for the devils, and died as a guest Tired and tired, this is Mao Jue's revenge for future generations. These prisoners of war only need to be fed, and the cost is much lower than that of Dongjiang locals.

About 4 more refugees were resettled in Hamgyong Road, and more than 300 manors were divided into more than 7 manors. The six towns in the plan have already reached their limit, and there are more than [-] refugees left. Enclose them all in Iron Mountain City, roll cigarettes with their left hand, spin cotton with their right hand, and make cotton clothes for themselves. The tobacco leaves harvested this year are planned to be enough to last until the end of next year, and [-] laborers poured in at once. At the end of the month, it was all gone, and the harvest of the [-] mu of cotton field planted in cooperation with the father-in-law Yu Dacheng in Shandong was consumed in less than January next year. For the first time, Dongjiang's work was about to be saturated.

The army can absorb part of it. This year, half of the Japanese kingdom has been harvested. Mao Jue's Dongjiang can control more than one-tenth of the western kingdom. Toyotomi takes half of the annual income, and then expands ten regiments, equips the first-line troops with weapons and equipment, and even more Mao Jue could afford to set up a squadron with first-class battleships as the core. The problem is that the army is also selective. Now it only accepts young men between 25 and 8000. No matter how old they are, the service life is too short. For Dongjiang It’s a loss, even if ten regiments are full, there are only [-] people, where will the rest be placed?

Glass is a special product of Dongjiang. In the entire Ming Dynasty, this kind of large mosaic glass measuring half a foot square and inlaid in a wooden window frame is rare, but there are major cities in Dongjiang. Standing in front of the window and looking down, Mao Jue Just like the big villain in the movies of later generations who is cornered by the protagonist, he keeps turning back and forth with his hands behind his back.

A full picture of the Dongjiang River was laid out on the table. Several think tanks, including the "sick" Adelaine, the gray-haired Shen Guangzuo, the big-headed and thick-necked Song Xiance, and the fat Su Changmei, all arrived. A group of people gathered around The map is also straight suck teeth.

"Lushun Guard has been assigned to Liaodong Town since Chongzhen three years ago when the traitor was still gratifying. In recent years, Liaodong has been exhausted. The Ministry of War has mobilized a large number of troops from Liaodong to suppress the civil uprising. It's a pity, the general can take it back, although the land is thin and the land is poor, it shouldn't be a problem to resettle 2 people!"

Pinching her chin and knocking out those folds, Su Changmei suggested it after much thought.