"I have something unknown to my subordinates." Li Mingchang asked cautiously.

"Brother, tell me." Zhao Wenluan was no longer angry at the time of the former scholar, with a carefree officer and soldier style.

"I think the Western cannons we bought at high prices are equipped with Shui Yong. Why are our Lu Yong's cannons and weapons or the local cannons used by the Green Camp?"

"Can't the earth cannon kill the enemy? Their water courage is a water battle. They need to shoot far, and the cannons must be light, and the earth cannon is just a little bit." Zhao Wenluan explained, and as he pulled Li Mingchang out of the barracks, he smiled and said, "Come on, I'll introduce my brothers to you."

Stopped in front of a large iron pot, and 8 Hunan soldiers who were having dinner saw Zhao Wenluan coming, and immediately stood up and greeted him.

"These are the 9 brothers in my team." As he said that, Zhao Wenluan pointed at Li Mingchang and smiled: "This is the new brother, Li Mingchang. I have a good friend and scholar. We will be a scholar in the future. Please help him more."

A group of people shouted yes. Li Mingchang looked at the group of people who looked honest and honest with the country people. His skin was dark and his hands were filled with thick cocoons from farm work. However, his standing posture was strong and his eyes were calm. His expression was so sophisticated that he could see that he had passed by the battlefield, so he quickly returned the favor.

At this time, Zhao Wenluan pulled the oldest, a middle-aged man in his thirties, and introduced to Li Mingchang: "This is my third cousin from afar. Qin Sande, just call him third uncle."

As he said that, he pointed to the giggling young man next to Uncle San and said, "He is the old Wang family book and the puppy book that I bought tofu on the street."

Then Zhao Wenluan pulled a young man with a white face and introduced: "This is my fellow Xiangtan villager in Changsha when I was taking the exam, Bai Rujie and Xiaobai. This guy, don't be too young, I took the imperial examination 4 times, haha."

Zhao Wenluan introduced the past all the way: "This is Xiao Huang, the nephew of Lao Huang, who was the chief worker of my home, who was the first to work on the construction site."

"This is my cousin Wang De, let's play together."

"This is also an honest man who is a neighbor and a blacksmith. Everyone in the town knows that he can't beat a stick book. I don't want him to come when I recruit soldiers. He has to come. Lao Tie, did he come to join the army because he didn't have money to get married? Haha."

"These two are my tenants, two brothers, Big Li and Xiao Li."

Li Mingchang thanked him one by one and soon got along with them because they never regarded him as an outsider. Everyone said one thing: "We are all Mr. Zhao's family."

After seeing this, Li Mingchang was only able to feel emotion. This team, all of them were Zhao Wenluan’s relatives, tenants, neighbors, classmates and good friends. If you don’t call this family, you won’t know what it is called a family.

Zhao Wenluan's eight captains in the mainland are also the family of Fang Wanshan, who were all recruited by him. Zhao Wenluan's father-in-law is Fang Wanshan's uncle.

"Mingchang, I see that you are thin and white, not a farmer. Why are you a soldier?" Xiao Li asked.

Wang De gave him a brain breakdown and said, "You have no brains. My cousin said just now that Brother Mingchang is my cousin's friend."

"It doesn't matter, don't run away when you fight, you're a hero!" Xiao Huang grinned and said, "Brother Chang, have you killed someone in a war?"

"I won't run away," Li Mingchang smiled: "Fogang, Guangzhou I've been fighting Changmao."

"That's good! Here's a veteran." Several Hunanese were immediately overjoyed.

"Why are you joining the army?" Li Mingchang asked casually: "Do you hate long-haired? Protect the saints of famous sects?"

Suddenly, the team burst into laughter, and Uncle San coughed and said, "I am worthy of being a literate man."

Xiao Li laughed and said, "Look, we are all Mr. Zhao's family, so I won't miss you anymore! Because Mr. Zeng gave me a lot of money for land, 4 taels and 2 coins per month! Be good, how many years will it take to plant land to catch up with the military pay for a month!"

His brother Li said, "This is not too much. The camp officer is 260 taels a month! I can't dream of how to live with more than 200 taels of silver books a month."

"There are 30 taels of pensions left to be killed. Damn, old books are all your life, and parents at home have a stable life for one year!" The scholar Xiaobai seemed to be not well-off at home.

"And it's fair. People can give gifts when recruiting soldiers in the green camp. Joining soldiers is a job for the emperor, and they are a golden job! Lord Zeng doesn't want to give gifts, just want to be a good person." Uncle San smiled.

"Who said no? When Mr. Zhao recruited soldiers, the door was squeezed to pieces. Don't you know?" Xiao Huang looked at the sample book with a secret look. He poked the iron-like man who was silent next to him and shouted, "This guy, I said he had only arrived after giving Mr. Zhao 10 taels of silver books."

"He is trying to get married, right?" Xiao Li patted the head of the big man beside him, and everyone laughed again.

"You know mom, the scar book in Mr. Li's team robbed a gold bar in Xiangtan last time, and it was sent!" Xiao Huang looked around and said in a low voice.

"Really? Then he won't leave yet?" Uncle San was stunned for a moment.

"He just wants to grab the second one."

"Where did you grab it?" A group of people surrounded him.

Li Mingchang felt that these brothers were very interesting. They were not afraid at all when facing the arrogant Changmao. Perhaps only the ignorant farmers were so happy.

A month later, the battalion of Hunan Army followed Commander Taqibu and broke into Jiangxi and began to fight against another group of bandits who invaded Jiangxi, a major grain-producing town--Zhao Kuo's Zhu Qingzheng's troops.

After entering the vicinity of Ganzhou, the 8th team of soldiers from the Sentinel where Li Mingchang was located were ordered to search for enemy tracks near the camp.

A 80 people immediately set up camp and camp in full swing. The atmosphere in the team immediately became excited: because the Hunan Army camped in a camp, it was necessary to repair a strong camp defense fortification, even if it was just a day, and it was possible to go out for a camp to search. It was a reward in itself. Because the brothers who stayed in the camp would have to work hard under the sun until dark.

Unexpectedly, just a mile away from the camp, three or four people wearing big white filial hats rushed over. Seeing that they were Qing soldiers, they immediately knelt on the ground and started kowtowing.

"What's going on?" Zhao Wenluan rode a horse past Li Mingchang carrying a jawbow. She hurriedly ran to the group of people and shouted.

Xiaoshu, who was kneeling on the head, kowtowed again, and cried, "Masters, there is Changmao in our village's books! I was originally the book of Li Mingde, the rich man here. A month ago, Changmao captured Ganzhou. Changmao also started in the village. More than 100th rude people, led by Yue Quan and Li Gouer, rushed into the house, killed their father, robbed all my house, and divided my family's fields. I escaped quickly and escaped. I have been hiding in the surrounding towns. Now I heard that the officers and soldiers are coming. I want to ask grandpas to be fair to the young man!"

Upon hearing the report, the chief whistleblower immediately ordered the more than 80 Hunan troops to enter the village secretary and kill the long-haired bandits.

The experience of Li Mingde's family was exactly the same as that of himself. Li Mingchang held the spear in his hand tightly, hoping to break into the village immediately and find the shameless bandits.

When nearly 80 Hunan troops entered the Jiangxi Dacun Secretariat, they did not resist. On the Qing Dynasty, any civilians were afraid of the official army, just as scared as when they saw bandits.

The villagers hid at home in fear, and watched the group of Qing soldiers rushing in from the fence or the cracks in the walls of the earthen houses.

"Where is the village chief?" Zhao Wenluan shouted loudly.

"I know his family, I'll take you to find it!" Xiaoshu quickly ran to the village with his waist bowed and his team of soldiers.

Soon a middle-aged Han Shu was brought. When he saw so many soldiers, he immediately knelt down on the spot without possession, shouting: "Little man Lin Shuiyu, I wonder what the uncles are asking for?"

"We heard that there are hairs in your village secretary?!" Zhao Wenluan pointed to the Xiaoshu beside her with a dark face.

"Yes, yes!" Lin Shuiyu knocked like a wooden fish: "It's two bastards Yue Quan and Li Gou'er. They were working in the grain shop in the town and were a sect. They didn't know when they got a hair, and they brought people back."

"Where are their people?"

"I've run away long ago! I heard that the officers and soldiers have come, and the two bastards have already run into Ganzhou City!"

"Is there nothing except them?" Zhao Wenluan roared: "Are there more than 100 people snatching his house?"

Lin Shuiyu stopped kowtowing anymore. He turned his head slightly, glanced at Xiaoshu who was gritting his teeth beside him, and whispered: "I don't know very well what happened at that time. When Changmao comes, I won't be the village chief. I don't know who it is... Moreover, our village has 150 people, so how could 100 people go..."

"This troublemaker is lying! You will know if you throw a needle in your village!" Li Mingchang gritted his teeth and thought to the Hanshu.

But before Li Mingchang finished thinking, before he finished speaking, Lin Shuiyu howled and rolled around with his head in his arms. The blood on his head rolled into red clay beads after red clay beads. Zhao Wenluan, who had just been a scholar, suddenly hit the village chief's head with the back of his knife, and cut the countryside Han book into blood.

Before the village chief could say anything, Zhao Wenluan stomped on the bloody head and stomped his head while cursing: "You are Malegebi, you know you are a fucking chaos party, just look at your appearance."

Until the village chief stomped the village chief's face towards the mud, he could not distinguish between blood and mud. Zhao Wenluan used Qing soldiers' boots to stomp a hand, and inserted the blade between his fingers pressing the ground and shouted: "I've chopped you into a dog claw book! Who are they? Do you say it or not?"

The dying village chief lay on the ground, stretched out his other hand and shook it on his head. He begged for mercy, and then raised his face desperately, spitting out the blood mud in his mouth, while saying with all his strength: "Don't...Don't...I said...I...ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What shocked Li Mingchang so much that he couldn't close his mouth was that the village chief was about to say it, but Zhao Wenluan still stabbed into the mud with one knife. The sharp blade immediately cut off the village chief's middle finger.

The village chief's mud-legged book let out a tragic scream, and his body suddenly sat up, holding his broken finger and howled.

Zhao Wenluan smiled, put away the knife and returned to the sheath, and said to her brother as if she was showing off: "Your voice is too small, I didn't hear it."

Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke out around Li Mingchang, and the Hunan Army all laughed at the captain's "blood jokes" and Li Mingchang was only shocked: When did this brother become like this? He said, why should he cut off his finger?

Soon the village chief confessed that more than 20 people were captured by the Hunan Army and were waiting for disposal in the village center - Li Mingde's land house book. He also asked all men and villagers to watch and hand over the things that robbed the Li family. Those who didn't come were riots, and those who did not pay were arrested were death sentences.

Almost all the men in the village squeezed into the house book that Da Xiaoshu lost and recovered, watching more than 20 people screaming and being tied up in the middle of the courtyard.

In fact, the village chief had no idea who had been there. The village chief was so scared that he was dying in those few days. The real backbone of the Song Dynasty peasant association had already gone to Ganzhou City to take refuge, and those who stayed in the village thought they were fine.

Moreover, everyone in the village divided things or fields. Who said that the Li family gathered too much wealth, and almost all the village was his tenants? Moreover, he was robbed of too many enemies in the village as a powerful and blessed place. Otherwise, how could so many people rob his family that time?

Looking at the mountains of silk piled up under his feet, scribbling books, vases, and smoke guns, Li Jia Xiaoshu was so grateful that he burst into tears and kowtowed to the whistleman.

"You rioters! I will kill you today!" The chief of the whistleblower gave the order, and the Hunan Army immediately rushed to attack, and 20 villagers who had been wronged suddenly became different.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Xiaoshu cried and said, "My father's revenge has finally been avenged!"

Looking at the handed over, the chief whistleblower snorted coldly. He pointed at the villagers who were beheaded in the yard and shouted loudly: "You are all rioters! Kill me!"

"What!" Li Mingchang stood at the gate of the Li family courtyard holding a spear and was stunned when he heard this - when did all the rioters grow hair?

"Brother Chang, look forward to the door. Don't miss the net!" Xiao Huang and Uncle San beside him said, then sneered and rushed into the door with a knife, and stabbed the Hunan Army inside. The Li family compound screamed in shock.

The villagers who were without weapons and without defense were cut down to the ground by the Hunan Army like evil ghosts. The blood flowed into the courtyard, and the books in the sausages seemed to float up.

"You...you...they..." He was stunned by the Li family Gongshu, who attracted this group of killing gods. He was stunned at the hellish scene.

When Zhao Wenluan, who had long been whispering to the Xiaoshu, immediately slashed out with a knife, hitting Xiaoshu's neck. Half of the neck was broken, but when he fell to the ground, he was still gasping for breath, and blood foam sprayed out of the white stubble throat.

"Search the whole village torture." Seeing that the man in the academy had almost killed him, the whistleblower coughed and shouted loudly, and then Shi Shiran sat on the front porch of the Grand Master's chair, in front of him was a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"Fuck! What the hell is going on?" He followed his team of cheerful and jumping teams into the village in a daze, and the iron-like blacksmith rushed to the front in a muffled voice.

"This stupid book misses a woman again!" Wang De, behind him, said panting, and suddenly a lewd smile in the team.

Kicking the door bolt, Lao Tie, Xiao Huang and Li Mingchang rushed into a house. A woman was standing in the door. When she saw three blood-covered officers and soldiers rushing in, she screamed.

Lao Tie said nothing, rushed closer a few steps, picked up the woman with her waist, went straight into the house, and walked towards the inner room.

There was a five or six-year-old child in the room. He was stunned at first. Seeing his mother crying and struggling on the shoulders of the fierce man, he cried and hugged Lao Tie's legs, shouting: "Let go of my mother..."

Without saying a word, Lao Tie kicked the kid in the head, and the kid flew backwards, and his head broke into pieces on the wall with a whirlwind. When the little corpse slid down the wall, there were blood and white brains on it.

"Old Tie, what are you doing?" Li Mingchang stood at the door and saw this scene, and suddenly became stupid. What are they doing? What are the army created by this group of the first perfect man who safeguarded the dignity of the holy bubble and saved the danger of Chinese Confucianism? Li Mingchang, who was born in a wealthy and had been on the battlefield countless times, has never seen such a scene.

"Don't worry about him, he's just anxious!" Xiao Huang thought Li Mingchang didn't understand what Lao Tie was doing. He walked past Li Mingchang who was stuck in the door, and amid the screams of the woman in the inner room, smashed the kitchen book with the knife in her hand and flipped through the valuable clothes.

"Damn it, poor guy!" Xiao Huang finished searching quickly. He spat, looked at the child's body without looking at it, turned his head and shouted at the inner room: "Old Tie, you search the inner room by yourself. Let's go to another place first. After finishing, remember to burn it."

After saying that, he pulled Li Mingchang out. Li Mingchang saw that the village was screaming, countless houses were lit, and black smoke was everywhere.

"Haha, I made a profit." On the way back, the whistle was full of bulging people, and the cattle and sheep were driven in the team, and the village behind him had been razed to the ground.
To be continued...