nyslfriends Chapter 305 Another Expedition
Chapter 305 Another Expedition
Sensing the flow of qi and blood, it was clear that Yan Nanxing was not the only one coming from outside.
There was a woman named Jin Xiangyu, who was Yan's wife and the daughter of a wealthy merchant guild called Liujin Merchant Guild.
There were also several attendants, whose health was generally poor.
"I'm going inside to rest." Knowing that her appearance would easily attract attention and cause trouble, Hu Jiaoniang simply went away.
The master bedroom was destroyed, but thankfully there was a study with a small couch, enough for her to rest.
Last night, I was so excited that I fought Mo Xinlian all night long.
She has now calmed down and is going to carefully search her soul to see what the problem is.
After all, she inexplicably lost her memory after her rebirth, but after sleeping for one night, she regained it when the daylight came.
Not only did she regain her old memories, but she also had memories of being coaxed into calling Mo Xinlian "sister" at night.
Hu Jiaoniang needs to find out the problem and eliminate the hidden dangers.
Otherwise, if the problem recurs and someone tries to deceive you, it might not be as simple as just calling out "sister" a few times; you could lose your life.
there.
Yang Silang strode to the gate and hurriedly welcomed Yan Jin and his wife inside.
"Brother Yan, what an honored guest! What brings you here today?" he asked curiously.
The two could be considered friends, after all, Yan Nanxing personally saw Yang Silang off at the dock when Yang Silang went to the capital for the imperial examination.
However, they don't go out much on a regular basis.
Yan Nanxing wore an official's leather coat and was usually busy with camp affairs.
The two are not on the same page in their daily lives and see each other infrequently. Compared to other people like Pei Zhuang and Bai Jitong, their relationship is not particularly close.
Therefore, Yan Nanxing is a rare visitor today.
Yan Nanxing gave a wry smile and cupped his hands in greeting.
"Brother Yang, I am not a distinguished guest; I have come here to be an unwelcome guest."
"The governor and the general have given orders."
"Summon all warriors in the city."
"Anyone above the Bronze Skin Warrior level is included, regardless of whether they belong to a martial arts school, a security escort agency, a gang, or a fighting guild."
"In addition, all those who have achieved military merit, except for the elderly and disabled who are unable to fight, even those who have retired, must take up their swords and stand on the wall."
"I'm unlucky, brother, I just happen to be in charge of this area."
"I saw your name on the list, so I came all the way here to let you know."
"We are required to assemble at the martial arts hall in the morning and then go out of the city to meet the enemy in battle in the afternoon, to dampen the arrogance of the enemy army."
Yang Silang was taken aback, then nodded slightly.
When officials are desperate, they all act like this: they plunder the city to seize any fighting force they can, hoping to hold onto the city walls.
but.
Yan Nanxing only mentioned the time, place, and what he was going to do, but it feels like something is missing.
Yang Silang sensed something was wrong.
"How will the silver be calculated? We're not going to have to provide our own food, horses, armor, and weapons, are we?"
Yan Nanxing nodded and shook his head with a wry smile.
"Brother Yang, you're an expert."
"Silver, one tael of silver per day for each martial artist."
"We really need to provide our own food, armor, and weapons."
"You can also use the ones provided by the government, but Brother Yang, you'd better use your own."
Yang Silang was speechless.
Wang Daniu, who was standing nearby and hadn't left yet, was also listening. He slapped his thigh in dissatisfaction.
"Hey... what's going on here?"
"Martial artists eat big chunks of meat, precious rice, and fine noodles. Even for a lowly copper-skinned martial artist like me, it costs two taels of silver a day for food and medicine supplements."
"Are you trying to get rid of a beggar with just one tael of silver?"
Yan Nanxing smiled bitterly and spread his hands.
"So I'm an unwelcome guest."
"I really didn't want to come."
Yang Silang asked calmly.
"Brother Yan, is it really absolutely necessary to go?"
Yan Nanxing nodded.
"We absolutely have to go; the governor and my godfather are determined..."
He looked around to make sure no one was there, and whispered.
"I just received news that the capital has fallen."
"The emperor became the retired emperor, and it is said that he fled with his personal guards and royal family members."
"The new emperor ascended the throne as Emperor Taiping, and then he was captured alive by the Ming King."
"It's hard to say whether this Great Shun Dynasty will even exist in the future."
"The governors," Yan Nanxing clenched his fist, "want to seize control of this great city and even the entire Jiangdong province."
"In the future, whether one continues to serve as a high-ranking official in Shun or surrenders to the new dynasty, one can fetch a good price."
"Therefore, no one should be overlooked in this recruitment of martial artists."
"My adoptive father's personal guard was equipped with crossbows that could break through true qi, and they wore iron armor and were equipped with chains, nets, and grappling hooks, specifically to deal with unruly martial artists."
"I was just about to kill a few to establish my authority."
Yan Nanxing's ability to say such things shows that he truly considers Yang Silang a friend.
"Brother Yang... I can use my hands and feet to gather all my friends into my team."
"We will never send you on any dangerous or fatal missions. You should prepare in advance."
After giving his instructions, Yan Nanxing hurriedly took his leave.
After Yan Nanxing left.
Wang Daniu spat angrily on the ground.
"This damn world."
"They were forcibly conscripted while they were out and about."
"Even back home, on my own land, I was forcibly confiscated!"
Yang Silang waved his hand.
"There's no point in saying more; let's prepare as soon as possible."
He told the news to the women in his family, and they were all in a panic.
Sister Yang's eyes were filled with tears.
Yang Silang said dismissively.
"Big sister, we've all experienced battles far more dangerous than this."
"I have friends to take care of me, so I won't go to dangerous places."
Don't worry.
It was afternoon.
Inside the martial arts training ground.
More than two thousand martial artists stood densely packed on the training ground.
This is almost all the martial arts family property that Yidu Prefecture has plundered from the common people.
This is almost all the martial arts family property that Yidu Prefecture has plundered from the common people.
Everyone present was a martial artist, with abundant blood and energy, and even their voices were full of vigor.
Now a group of people are gathered together, and countless people are talking at the same time, their buzzing and trembling voices sweeping across the entire area like rolling thunder.
Most of the people expressed their dissatisfaction.
"Why are you forcibly conscripting us? I've never eaten government grain before."
"Amitabha Buddha, I am a Buddhist monk, compassionate and merciful. Why must you force me to fight and shed blood?"
"I do know how to kill. I have a family tradition of executioner skills. I can make people kneel down and let me chop them without blinking an eye. I'm also good at cutting people into thousands of pieces with one stroke, and I can still keep them alive."
"Although I'm a skilled warrior, I can't chop down a lively, jumping person. I can only chop off necks that are halfway up to the waist!"
"Haha, I'm the opposite of you. I specialize in killing living creatures. I've slaughtered pigs, cattle, and sheep, which has given me great strength, but I just can't kill people."
The scene was in complete chaos.
Many people are martial artists, but martial arts are extremely popular in this world, with many people from all walks of life practicing martial arts.
That's why monks, Taoist priests, executioners, butchers, and others were all conscripted.
Yang Silang noticed that there were even many female martial artists in the crowd, and several of them were flirting with each other, wondering what kind of kung fu they practiced.
In the field.
Yang Silang, Wang Daniu, Ji Jinliang, Su Zhixiu, and the Tong family father and son gathered together.
The group chatted idly, but their eyes were all fixed on the horizon.
Thick black smoke was rising into the sky from there.
The bandits have currently established camps at four city gates and dispatched scattered cavalry to begin clearing out towns, villages, and hamlets around Yidu Prefecture, and to collect grain and fodder.
In addition, a number of garrisons outside the prefecture were also targeted in the crackdown.
Since becoming wealthy, people have become more willing to spend money on things by weight.
Nowadays, they're even willing to use money to pave the way for information.
"The garrisons outside the city that didn't have time to escape were all captured by the bandits."
"These bandits are truly incorrigible. I heard that after they captured Hexiatun, they slaughtered everyone inside except for the young women."
"Look, the place emitting black smoke now is probably Hexiatun."
Su Zhixiu suddenly said.
"I wonder how the three of you, Pei Baizhuang, are doing."
The three of them were the commanders of the garrison, and they were the first to be affected.
He waved his hand and said, "We'll calculate the weight."
"It's okay, I asked too."
"The three men led their team back into the city. Although they lost the garrison, it's not a major crime at the moment."
Who can blame them when the city is desperately short of martial artists?
Although there are many people in this martial arts arena, the vast majority of them are just ordinary, unskilled martial artists.
There are no more than a hundred Iron-Bone Martial Masters, more than twenty Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Masters, and only two Grandmasters.
Yang Silang is one person.
The other person was a martial arts master who came from the north to escape the war.
The Grandmaster of Golden Marrow is none other than Fu Liunian, the Grandmaster of the Martial Scripture Pagoda.
Because the people of this world are martial, almost everyone carries weapons, but only a few wear armor, and the mounts they ride are even more varied.
There were horses, donkeys, and mules, and Yang Silang noticed that some oxen had also been brought along.
In short, this scene seemed familiar to Yang Silang; he had seen it once before, a year and a half ago, in Jiangbei Province.
It can only be said that different places have different people, but we are all just a mob.
Yang Silang scanned the area but found no scions of prominent families, and he understood the situation.
It seems that the governor and the general are still hoping to defend the city on their own and sell it for a good price in the future.
If they ask the powerful families for help, they can defend the city. But since the powerful families have already contributed, it's none of their business who they sell it to or at what price.
The two men were unwilling to be sidelined, and there were indeed not enough soldiers in the city, so they came up with this terrible idea: to directly conscript martial artists from the civilian population and forcibly enlist them into the army.
A platform was set up in the training ground.
The governor and General Hei, one a civil official and the other a military officer, were the heads of the city's officials and gave speeches respectively.
The two men concealed the fact that the capital had fallen and the retired emperor had fled south, and instead passionately appealed to everyone to fight the enemy and defend their homeland.
As officials appointed by the imperial court, they bore the heavy responsibility of protecting the territory and ensuring the safety of the people, and it was their duty to defend their homeland.
The government treasury is indeed facing some difficulties at present, but the two will find a way to raise funds from wealthy households and ordinary people, and will certainly not treat everyone unfairly.
The governor spoke passionately on the stage, his spittle flying everywhere.
Those in the audience may chat casually or daydream.
Yang Silang looked up at the Great Shun flag on the stage, which was fluttering in the wind.
He thought to himself—who knows how much longer this flag can fly…