A number of large Fu ships have docked in the harbor of Tianjin Wei.

The porters and batons that had been prepared for a long time swarmed up and prepared to unload.

The green battalion soldiers in charge of supervision pressed their hands on the hilts of their knives, looking very nervous.

They had long received news that there would be a large number of sea ships transporting grain to Tianjin, but they did not expect that there would be so many.

Dozens of Daifuku ships lined up, filling the already small crescent-shaped port.

Looking at this posture, Zheng Zhilong is really full of sincerity, with the grain of these dozens of ships, the Qing army in Beizhili has solved the urgent need.

Otherwise, if there is no food, not to mention starving to death, the army may mutiniate at any time, and it will be out of control.

And as the saying goes, if there is one, there are two, and there are three.

Now that Zheng Zhilong has already connected with Da Qingmei, it will be much easier to cooperate in the future.

Of course, Zheng Zhilong did not transport grain for nothing to help the Qing court, he sold grain to the Qing court at a price three times higher than the market price, although he could make some money even if he made a lot of money.

In fact, Zheng Zhilong wanted to send a friendly signal to the Qing court.

In this way, if the Qing court really wins the world in the future, Zheng Zhilong will also be able to get rich.

Of course, it was impossible for Zheng Zhilong to betray him directly.

Now the situation is unclear, anyone in the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty can win the world, and Zheng Zhilong will not make a clear statement until the last moment.

Riding on the wall is Zheng Zhilong's way of survival.

Although the Qing court knew this, it was also helpless, who called the Zheng family to have an invincible sailor in the world?

At this time, the Qing court could only woo Zheng Zhilong. Even if Zheng Zhilong made many unreasonable demands, he could only pinch his nose and admit it.

The Qing court attached great importance to this cooperation with Zheng Zhilong, and the regent Dolgon even ordered Bolo to go to Tianjin to personally take charge of the grain reception.

Bolo was also careful in order to do a good job, not only brought some banner soldiers, but also gathered all the green battalion soldiers in Tianjin to the port to supervise the porter baton who was responsible for carrying grain.

This is a batch of life-saving food, and there is absolutely no room for loss!

These porters are all untouchables at the bottom, and it is inevitable that they will have some crooked thoughts when they see so much food.

The Green Battalion is there to spy on them.

If someone dares to steal food or even make a disturbance, the Green Battalion soldiers will not hesitate to come forward and kill them.

The flag soldiers are used to spy on the Green Battalion.

Although these green battalion soldiers defected to the Qing court, they were all Han after all, and they should not be trusted.

Those who are not of my race will have different hearts.

This is a saying that the Han people are very fond of saying.

It makes a lot of sense when you think about it.

Although the regent Dolgon reused some Han courtiers and generals in the court, he was not really at ease with the Han people.

Before Bolo left Beijing this time, Dolgon called him to his side and told him to be careful with the local green battalion soldiers to prevent them from gathering to make trouble.

Bolo agrees.

The true Manchurian warriors were naturally not comparable to the lowly Han people, and the Han soldiers were only worthy of being driven as pawns to fill the trenches and be cannon fodder.

Of course, some specific chores still have to be done by the green battalion soldiers, and the flag soldiers only need to be responsible for supervision.

If you have to do everything yourself, you still have to be tired to death?

But it was said that the baton porters carried bags of sacks weighing dozens of pounds and staggered their steps.

Most of them are skinny, and their long years of starvation have made their body proportions somewhat out of proportion.

A porter in his thirties walked a little slower, and a green battalion soldier threw down a whip on his head: "What the hell are you grinding, haven't you eaten?" ”

The porter screamed in pain, turned his head with difficulty and explained, "Master Jun, I really haven't eaten." ”

“...”

The green battalion soldier was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "If you can do it, you can do it, and if you can't do it, get out." Don't fucking be embarrassed here. ”

After that, he whipped again.

He used all the force, and two bloody cuts appeared on the porter's back.

"Don't smoke, Master Jun, I'll go faster, I'll go faster."

The porter tried desperately to speed up his pace, trying to escape from the range of the Green Battalion's whip, but he tripped over a large rock and fell into the mud.

Naturally, the sack full of grain was thrown out, the bag was torn, and the white rice poured out and scattered all over the ground.

The porters and batons nearby stopped and looked in this direction.

Silence, deathly silence.

The vast majority of them don't know what they're carrying.

But from the texture on the shoulder, you can also guess a seven, seven, eight, eight.

But when you really confirm all this with your own eyes, the impact on your heart is difficult to calm down.

"Rice, it's rice!"

I don't know who shouted first, and the whole group of people boiled.

They are the lowest group of people, and they rely on their strength to make ends meet.

When you have work, you have food, and when you don't work, you can only starve.

But they had never seen so much rice when they had a job or not.

The most primitive thing in human nature burst out at this moment, and a force stick carrying a grain bag took the lead in rushing towards the green battalion soldiers, followed by many force sticks and porters.

"The brothers fought with them, and we grabbed the food and ate it ourselves!"

The pent-up resentment exploded at this moment, and the tamed baton and porter desperately attacked the blockade of the Green Battalion.

"It's the other way around, it's the other way around, it's all the fucking opposite! Kill them all, kill them all! ”

Bolo couldn't believe his eyes.

Are these dogs going to rebel?

Bounce pressure! It must be pressed hard!

If this example is opened, the prestige of the Qing court will be wiped out in the future!

The green battalion soldiers naturally did not dare to disobey the order.

They drew their swords out of their sheaths and slashed at the sticks and porters who rushed at them without mercy.

That's right, these people are all their compatriots, all Han Chinese. But so what!

If you want to survive in this troubled world, you have to become more ruthless and ruthless than others!

Kill, kill, kill!

A single slash of the knife fell, and many of the strongmen fell to the ground with a scream, and the blood flowed all over the ground, staining the scattered rice crimson.

But more Forceman Footman rushed past their corpses, and with a fit of rage picked up sacks and smashed them at the Green Battalion.

At this moment, the food bags in their hands are no longer a life-saving straw for the family to survive, but a blade for them to resist.

"The second tartar of the dog day knows how to bully his own people, and Lao Tzu will fight with you!"

A baton lifted the sack and smashed it swiftly towards a green battalion soldier in front of him.

The green battalion soldier subconsciously raised his knife to block, but how could a single knife block the force of dozens of pounds of sacks.

The blade in his hand was smashed away in an instant, and then the sack smashed into the face of the green battalion soldier.

"Don't slap your face!"

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