These bandits were dressed luxuriously, cleanly and tidily. Some of them wore armor and helmets, holding six-foot long spears in their hands. They looked mighty and majestic. Some of them carried muskets, bows and arrows on their backs and held crossbows in their hands. Some of them were dressed luxuriously, which didn't look like military uniforms for marching and fighting. Their clothes were cut in an exaggerated and elegant manner, which made them look like immortals who had descended to the mortal world.
Would ordinary pirates spend a lot of money to forge weapons and equipment for their own people? Judging from the gorgeous armor of the bandits, they were definitely not ordinary bandits. They were especially rich! He was even willing to spend money!
When his hometown was attacked by pirates, Wu Erlang had seen those vicious pirates with his own eyes. Each of them was not much better than beggars. Compared to the bandits in front of him, they were like comparing dung to gold.
Monster?
Wu Erlang was in trouble. The legendary Kun Thief Giant Demon had appeared!
He saw a few bandits wearing strange clothes passing by. The strangest thing was that their faces were all the heads of demons and ghosts.
He instantly thought of the grotesque and motley characters in Journey to the West, who disguised themselves as the Four Heavenly Kings and walked past them with their heads held high and chests puffed out, holding magic weapons and fairy weapons in their hands. After a while, there was another group of people, monkeys, pigs, and monsters, who were traveling to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. However, they did not have the white horse.
Following closely behind them were a dozen ferocious men. Their upper bodies were naked, and their knotted muscles were like mountains and ravines that covered their entire bodies. They were densely crisscrossed with scars, like dozens of reptiles and centipedes that made people afraid.
Wu Erlang was shocked at first, but then he relaxed. He found that the demon's head was full of holes. The neck was full of ordinary human skin. When the demon left, his back was clear. The so-called terrifying demon head was just a special mask made by the demon, like a costume prop of an opera troupe.
Of the Four Great Masterpieces, other than Dream of the Red Chamber, the other three were published around the Ming Dynasty. These classic books were one of the favorite subjects of storytellers.
Wei Zhongxian's underling had once imitated the seniority of the 100 single generals in Water Margins and compared the Donglin Party members to write the Donglin General Record. The raiders who had been roaming in the north for many years regarded the Romance of the Three Kingdoms as a guide book for marching and fighting. The burning of Red Cliff in the Romance was very likely to refer to the historical prototype of the Battle of Poyang Lake and the burning of Chen Youliang by Zhu Yuanzhang.
What surprised Wu Erlang even more was the arrival of the Short Fur Army. They were wearing uniform gray military uniforms, gray hats, gray cloth shoes, and tight cloth straps on their calves. On his back was a long musket with a brown wooden handle.
The soldiers had solemn expressions as they looked straight ahead. Their orderly steps caused dust to fly up, but they were not affected at all and continued to move forward.
Wu Erlang's mouth was wide open subconsciously. The admiration for the strong in his bones made him look straight ahead. He stared at this group of elite soldiers as they gradually walked away. When they were hundreds of steps away, Wu Erlang realized that he had actually stared at the bandits for a long time as if he was watching a show.
They were really a group of tigers and wolves! Wu Erlang felt that his horizons had been broadened. There were actually troops marching so neatly in this world, as if they were carved out of the same mold.
The men of the shaved bandits in front of them were strange, but this group of Short Fur Army was full of energy and had an imposing appearance. They did not look like ferocious pirates at all. They even looked more like officers and soldiers than the government's loose army. They perfectly matched Wu Erlang's imagination of the Imperial Army in the center of the court.
It was rumored that the troops of the shaved bandit were all strange, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he had a different and wonderful feeling.
Although Wu Erlang had never learned arithmetic, he could roughly estimate the number of people. He roughly estimated that there were more than 1,000 people in the Kun bandits 'army. Although the number of Kun bandits was small, with the excellent weapons and equipment they carried and their fierce killing intent, it was optimistic that one of them could fight five.
The Kun bandits could fight five of them at once, but the militia and local soldiers of Bengang combined numbered less than five thousand.
Dumb Harbor was finished.
The shock and awe gradually cooled down, but fear and sorrow surged into their hearts again. Their safety and lives in the future were like fish on the chopping board of the bandits.
Suddenly, a few bandits dressed in the uniform of the Ming Guards walked over. They had an axe and a pile of firewood in their hands. It was the food he had casually thrown away when he was running for his life.
Wu Erlang thought that the bandit wanted to extort him or beat him up. Wu Erlang lowered his head in trepidation and put on a submissive look, as if he was already prepared to be beaten.
As a poor soldier of the Ming Dynasty, he had long been used to being submissive to those in power, kneeling and kowtowing.
"Brother, you dropped something. It's your own thing.
You have to take good care of it. Also, since we're here, you don't have to kneel down anymore."
No need to kneel? What kind of weird thing is this?
In a feudal dynasty with strict hierarchy, the lowly had to kneel when they saw the superior and the ruler. This was feudal etiquette, and it was also the hierarchy of the strong over the weak.
However, Wu Erlang didn't dare to take the Kun thief's joke seriously. He stuck to the ground, hoping that his humble attitude would win the Kun thief's last bit of conscience.
" Sigh, the passers-by setting is too realistic. The feudal dynasty really killed people."
"This is why the peasants wanted to revolt at the end of the Ming Dynasty. Feudal oppression and exploitation by corrupt officials made them unable to tolerate it.
"That's why I said that those who like feudal dynasties have a hole in their brains. No matter how good a dynasty is, it's still a family name. Even if someone's physical body had traveled through the ancient times, they would be captured by the nobles, clans, and vassals as slaves because their identities were unknown. They would still fantasize that they could kill everywhere. It was simply wishful thinking.
"This is why transmigration novels rarely write about wearing clothes. Even if you wear clothes, you have to bring the system?”
The Kun Thief mumbled something that Wu Erlang did not understand, then gently placed the axe and firewood in front of him.
There was no extortion, no teasing, no beating, and no scolding. He only left a simple sentence like "Don't be afraid, we won't kill indiscriminately" before turning around and leaving.
Eh?
The Kun Thief didn't beat him up, but gave him firewood and an axe for a small soldier of the Ming Dynasty who had left his hometown?
Wu Erlang was stunned. He could not understand why the Kun Thief would do that. The Kun Thief was not related to him, and an axe and some firewood were not worth much, but they had walked hundreds of steps to bring these guys to him for free, as if it was something they should do, as if it was a simple favor carved into their habits.
He did not understand the traditional virtues of the New World, nor did he know what it meant to lift a finger, nor did he know what selfless dedication and interest meant.
He only knew that the Australian's unintentional action made him feel very happy. It was as if a warm current had filled his chest, making him feel the warm care of his family and friends in a lonely foreign land.
This was an army that looked strange, but was different from any other army of the Ming Dynasty. They were not thieves, nor were they bandits. They were soldiers, the righteous army that Wu Erlang had long dreamed of.
Wu Erlang subconsciously picked up his firewood and axe and stood up from the dust. He patted the dust off his feet and followed the group of bandits.
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The news of the arrival of the Kun Thief was quickly spread by the farmers in the surrounding villages to the stupid port. The small town was instantly in a state of chaos.
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