The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 321: New Look of Ivory Mountain

Valley sunbathing dam.

"It's so cold, isn't it better to hug your wife and sleep so early in the morning? We train every five days, didn't we just train yesterday?"

"April is the time for spring ploughing, and I still have to plow the fields today! I have to work as a strong laborer to tend the seven acres of land at home. I have no energy to tend the crops after working all day long."

"Don't complain when an important person comes to inspect. Otherwise, if the government hears you, you will get a beating. Less trouble is worse than more. Just wait!"

Hundreds of people were shivering and shaking, their cheeks hurting from the cold wind, but their cloudy eyes had a glimmer of light than before.

Under Shen Yuanliang's land distribution policy, each person had one acre of land, and the people of Xiangyashan, who had been tenants for generations, finally began to live a good life without corruption or official manipulation.

However, the people's fear of officials was ingrained in their bones, and when they heard that an important figure was coming to inspect, they felt a surge of uneasiness in their hearts for no reason.

"Zhao Si'er, Zhao Si'er."

With his hands tucked into his sleeves, Liu Neng walked over with steady and powerful steps, one step deep and one step shallow, and asked, "What big shot would come to our remote place?"

After being drafted into the Qing Dynasty and leaving Xiangya Mountain, Liu Neng had seen the world and knew how high the sky was and how thick the earth was.

Sometimes the gap between people is even greater than that between people and dogs. Thinking of this, Liu Neng, who was wearing a new padded jacket, stomped his feet. A glimmer of ambition flashed in his vicissitudes of life eyes. He wanted to make a name for himself.

"Liu Neng."

Looking around, Zhao Si held up the broken gong and whispered, "The chief said that the commander of the state is coming. You can't be stubborn at this time."

The county magistrate of a ruined family is the Marquis of Baili, not to mention the commander of a standing army of 100,000 and a captain in charge of the military affairs of a state. He is a top figure, a nine-day dragon that needs to be looked up to.

"Boom!"

The fiery red sun hung obliquely under the sky, and the deafening sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility of Ivory Mountain, ringing in everyone's ears like the sound of drums.

A moment later, facing the warm sunshine, red flags fluttered, and hundreds of cavalrymen in black armor were like a surging tide, unstoppable and terrifying.

"Xu Ming, commander of the second battalion of the third division and chief of Xiangyashan, greets His Excellency the Commandant."

In the crowd, Xu Ming, who was neatly dressed in black tights, walked forward in three or two steps, clasped his hands together and saluted, very respectful.

"Xu Ming, I know you. You don't care about your life when fighting. You are known as the Desperate Man."

Holding the reins with both hands, Xu Ziling lightly squeezed the horse's belly and looked at Xu Ming, a man with a scar on his face and a fierce aura, with a very gentle attitude.

Xu Ming was originally a member of the levying army and a soldier under Xu Ziling. He was severely injured in an anti-bandit campaign and after recovering from his injuries he was transferred to the regular army, which was a good place for him to recuperate.

"There are five hundred households in Xiangyashan, and each household has one man, all of them are here."

Leading the horse, Xu Ming introduced the Ivory Mountain in front of him: "After five days of training, everyone has mastered the standing practice, and soon everyone will be able to embark on the road of martial arts."

It was a real pain to talk about the difficulties of letting a group of ignorant and illiterate people practice martial arts. Xu Ming, who had a bad temper, was always jumping up and down and had to correct them again and again.

"Well done."

Hearing this, Xu Ziling, who was sitting on a tall horse, nodded, feeling very satisfied, and then said, "Get ready for the martial arts performance!"

Bandits are almost extinct. The most important thing for the Duwei Mansion, which controls the military affairs of a state, is to build up the militia and strive to popularize the "Martial Code" to every citizen.

Without investigation, there is no right to speak. At the instruction of Shen Yuanliang, many military officers from top to bottom went deep into the countryside. Xiangyashan was Xu Ziling's first stop.

"Boom, boom, boom!" On the temporary platform, cowhide drums as big as millstones were beaten so loudly that they pierced the clouds and split the rocks, making people feel as if they were in a military camp. A heavy atmosphere spread out.

"The martial arts performance begins."

As the triangular flag was waved, five hundred strong men shouted slogans, and their punches and kicks showed their solid basic skills, and blood and energy as thick as chopsticks flowed through their bodies.

"Hey! Ha!"

Faint footprints appeared on the threshing dam that was repeatedly rolled by stone rollers. Beads of sweat as big as beans were salty, and a stream of hot air rose up.

My skin, flesh, and bones felt numb, as if they were being gnawing at by thousands of ants. A warm current rushed over me, and all of a sudden, my muscles and bones became stronger, and my strength increased a lot.

"Clap!"

Looking at the serious militiamen below the stage, Xu Ziling took the lead in applauding, and the applause was like thunder.

It seems that what Xu Ming said is true. If there is sufficient meat supply, it will be no problem for all 500 militiamen to reach the standard in two months at most. The only drawback is that they are somewhat timid.

"He, he, let them come up, I have something to ask."

Pointing at Liu Neng and Zhao Si who stood out from the crowd, Xu Ziling's jade-like eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

"I've met my lord."

Walking forward in a hurry, Zhao Si and Liu Neng hurriedly bowed and saluted, even kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times, and only gave up after Xu Ziling's strong persuasion.

But their trembling legs and timid eyes showed the inner unrest of Zhao Si and Liu Neng. This was a high-ranking official, perhaps the highest-ranking official they had ever seen in their lives.

"Look at the energy and blood surging in your body. You are already at the eighth level of martial arts. Not bad."

Patting their shoulders, Xu Ziling praised them.

"Sir, spare my life."

“We were all forced to do it.”

With a plop, Zhao Si and Liu Neng fell to their knees on the cold ground, their whole bodies shaking like sieves. Something had happened, and they thought that their imprisonment by the Qing Dynasty had been exposed.

"Sir, they were once conscripted by the Qing Dynasty and became traitors in Liaoyang City."

Xu Ming bowed and recounted their "glorious" deeds: "After being captured, they underwent six months of labor reform and returned three months ago."

Xu Ming knew a lot about the experiences of Zhao Si and Liu Neng. There were tens of millions of "traitors" at the time, and there were too many of them. As long as their hands were not stained with the blood of the soldiers of Qingdi City, they would be released and return home after six months of labor reform.

"Get up, I don't blame you."

Xu Ziling helped Zhao Si and Liu Neng up one by one, patted their shoulders and encouraged them: "You have cultivated to the eighth level of martial arts in such a short time. You have good aptitude. Work hard."

Turning around, looking at the many Jiazhang and Baozhang, Xu Ziling sighed and said, "They are all good seedlings for practicing martial arts. We should cultivate them more."

"Xiangya Mountain is adjacent to the Changbai Mountain Range. The mountains are overrun with ferocious and exotic beasts. We are preparing to form a hunting team to obtain meat while building up our courage."

Extending his hand to Zhao Si and the other man, Xu Ming narrowed his eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "Report in two days and join us in the hunt."

In a word, the gears of fate began to turn, and the two people who were as humble as ants leapt over the dragon gate and embarked on a different path.

(End of this chapter)