"They may be the Sabbatarians, do you see the muskets they are carrying?" Zhang Bi and the others were driven out by the resting people, and many people gathered on the outskirts of the town, they didn't know what it was, but then he saw what they were most interested in.

Muskets, those muskets that look outwardly certainly not invented by the Sabbatarians themselves, for they do not have such intelligence. At first glance, the style of the musket is the style of the Qin people, and the butt of the Korean gun is straight. And the butt of the Qin people is streamlined, and the difference in such a design is very big, and he can see it at a glance. The butts used in the hands of the Sabbath cavalry were the butts of the Qin people, that is, these guns were made by the Qin people.

"See." Lao Wu nodded and said.

"Those rifle butts are in the style of the Qin State, it seems that this person is the Sabbatarian, but we don't know why these Sabbatarians attacked the Seth Country, maybe the Sabbatarians think they have such an ability." Zhang Bi whispered.

"But, sir, you see, the muskets they hold in their hands are short, and they are double-barreled muskets, capable of firing twice at a time." The fifth said in a low voice.

"Oh." Zhang Bi nodded, he had never seen such a musket, but such a musket should have been made by the people of Qin. As Zhang Bi whispered, he saw a Seth man running out, and the rest cavalry quickly stepped forward.

"Bang bang." After two shots in quick succession, the Seth man was killed. There was a loud noise, which made the Seth people panic, and the rest cavalry killed several people in a row before they stabilized, but for Zhang Bi, this was normal, but what he was thinking about now was whether they were stating their identities, because they were Koreans, they were from the Central Plains, and judging from the attitude of the Sabbatarians, they might be able to exempt themselves from their predicament, because their muskets were from the Central Plains country.

"Do we identify ourselves?" Lao Wu asked worriedly on the side. He felt that the intention of these Sabbatical cavalry to capture these Sethians was extremely unclear, but it certainly would not be few.

"I don't know, let's look at the situation and then talk about it, show the situation, maybe our situation is not good." Zhang Bi said.

"Okay." Lao Wu nodded. Soon the Sabbaths began to enter the crowd. Old men, women, young adults, and children were all put together, and it was clear that the Sabbatarians were sending them away in separate categories.

Bangladesh, a small village in the far northwest. The village was assigned to the Koreans, who had to pay three times as much as they had to pay the tax because they had overdue the deadline to pay the tax, and they would be fined for the arrears. Triple the tax, which can bankrupt their family, the whole village does not exist, and they decide to explain the situation to the Koreans. But now they don't have to wait. The Koreans have already come here, a company of native soldiers surrounds the place, they are the people of the third regiment of the native soldiers, they are the newly established native regiments, their training is not very good, but against the people of these villages, they are enough.

"Call out all your taxes, triple the taxes, or I'll kill all your people." A captain officer of the South Korean New Army shouted impatiently on his horse. Reinforced earth companies surrounded them from all sides, there was no artillery, such a long distance was not suitable for artillery, and the musketeers were enough to use it. The village was surrounded by neatly arranged ranks of native soldiers, ready to attack, and many of them were still afraid. Their hands were shaking, the officers were waiting in the back, they looked relaxed, and the sergeants from the 1st and 2nd regiments of the Native Soldiers were talking to the Korean officers with ease, and they were laughing and telling jokes, all about the Mengla woman. This is their only topic, and they are exchanging how to get more power in women.

"Are you scared?" Private Mongo asked a native soldier next to him, they were all new recruits, most of them in rank.

"I'm afraid, it's all my own people, are we really going to shoot them? It's not good to do that. The native soldier next to him said worriedly.

"It's about why we shot them. Only a madman would do that. Mungo said. He was a declining aristocrat in Bangladesh, thinking that he could not survive, so he became a native soldier, thinking that the native soldier could be exempted from a part of the tax, so he joined the native soldier. The native soldiers have a more objective income, which is better than the income for them. It would be useful to get out of the present predicament, but when they heard from the veteran that they were going to kill their own people, he was very worried, because he did not want to do so, and to do so would make them bear a great sin.

"Shut up, Mongo." A corporal scolded.

"You'd better follow orders. If I see you not shooting, I'll tell the Koreans, take you to court-martial, and you'll be shot. The corporal said with a stern look at Mungo.

"Yes, sir." Mungo nodded helplessly, he was very disgusted by this, because the corporal was an untouchable person, but the Koreans gave them a lot of support, savage, violent, bloody, and obeyed the orders of the Koreans, making him a corporal, he could rule them, and he could also get a lot of benefits from the spoils of war, those sergeants were all transferred from the previous regiment and the second regiment, they had killed a lot of Mengla, yes, their own people, they killed Mengla people easily.

Mongo soon saw the people on the other side send someone over to negotiate, and they seemed to have a lot of respect for the Koreans, the representative of the other side said to the interpreter. They were very sincere, and they begged the Koreans to reduce some of their taxes. They are very grateful for everything that the Koreans have, and next year they will pay more taxes.

"Bang." There was a crisp gunshot, and no sooner had the interpreter finished speaking than the captain shot and killed the negotiator opposite. Mongo was startled. His heart was beating so much, I, am I going to kill someone? Mongo thought.

"Forward." The corporal shouted loudly. The corporal, who had been given the order, urged the soldiers to move forward, and they were to use the tactics of platoon guns to kill all the people in the village. They could get all the possessions in the village, the women, which was what they wanted the most, and these things, they were theirs. They were very excited. Something unusual about the excitement.

"Forward." The corporal kept shouting loudly. The soldiers kept advancing, although they still had some hesitation, but the officers had overseers in the back, and anyone who did not advance would be killed by bayonets, and not only that, but their training also worked, and they kept training their formations, and they had mechanically obeyed such orders, and they themselves did not know why they did it. Some of the people in the village went forward to fight, and some fled. But they are already surrounded. A large number of native soldiers stopped. They raise their guns and take aim.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot." Mongo mechanically opened the fire door and took aim, and the corporal gave him a special look. On the other side, the Mongols rushed over with very rudimentary weapons, and Mungo's hands trembled.

"Shoot." The officer gave the order to. Mungo's breath was short, and his hands were shaking.

"Bang bang." Platoon guns shot over. When Mungo heard the gunshot, he subconsciously closed his eyes and the musket fired. He didn't know what to do. His heart was beating so fast that he didn't know what to say. Perhaps he was terrified.

"Me. What am I going to do? Mungo muttered to himself.

"Mongo forward, forward. Come on. The corporal shouted at him, and the other soldiers had already rushed out with their rifles loaded with bayonets. Mungo opened his eyes, and he saw the corpses of many people lying in front of him, most of them innocent Mengla, they looked ahead with a desperate look, and many Mengla soldiers rushed out, and they stepped on the corpses to advance, and the corpses would make cooing sounds. Mongo was scared, his back was soaked. This is his own person he killed.

"Forward, soldier, or I'll kill you." A South Korean second lieutenant officer walked beside him and said coldly. Next to the second lieutenant stood a Bayonet Overseer soldier, the tip of his bayonet already aimed at Mongo.

"Yes, sir." Mongo agreed. Then he rushed out with a bayonet. Disaster befell the small village, many people were killed, and women were taken away. The children were not spared, their homes were mercilessly devoured by the fire, they could not avoid such a thing, they had to die. Mungo didn't kill anyone again, he had already killed his own man once. He watched as the tragedy unfolded, and the native soldiers swept through everything they could find as if they were going mad.

The screams kept coming. They are mad. It scared him very much. One village was slaughtered.

"Sir, we've expanded our regiment by five earthen regiments. However, the funds are very insufficient for us, and we have to hand over more funds to the above. We. A lieutenant colonel officer shook his head.

They were ordered to continuously expand the Tu Corps, and they had expanded to the 5th Tu Regiment. Originally, there was also a 6th Regiment of Native Soldiers, but because of the funds, they did not have the money to buy more muskets, which could be sold to the Monglas, who needed muskets. Businessmen are like that.

"Damn it." Zhang Shi scolded.

"Tax, we don't have that much money, the only way is to tax." Zhang Shi said.

"Half of our places have no source of tax revenue. They can be handed over to the Monglas, but not to us Koreans, which is an insult to us Koreans, and I think they underestimate us too much. Zhang Shi looked at everyone with a very annoyed look and said.

"Sir, the reality is that we've sent more earthen regiments to collect taxes. The situation does not seem ideal. The Benglas don't have that much money. They can't afford to pay their taxes. The lieutenant colonel officer said.

"Regardless of that, if necessary, we can expand the sources of tax revenue, and think about how we can do that." Zhang Shi suddenly said.

"This." The lieutenant colonel looked at his commander in confusion.

"Sir. I am afraid that it is not good to do this, and we are very likely to provoke incidents, in which case it will inevitably lead to a war. As it stands. We seem. The lieutenant colonel officer said.

"It's bad, isn't it? If we want to expand the Tu Corps, we must expand our financial strength as soon as possible, and the only way for a Bangladesh-Latin American country to meet our requirements is to do so. The same approach to taxation is applied to other countries, and only then can we solve all the problems, understand? So, if we want to tax, whatever method we take, we must expand such things. Zhang Shi said.

"Yes, sir. I understand. The lieutenant colonel nodded. Zhang Shi's method is very simple, a Bangladesh-Latin American country cannot afford to support it, and more countries can be mobilized to support the native soldiers. Anyway, there are countries.

Yan Kingdom, Prince's Mansion.

"Great. The people of Qin finally agreed to our request. In this way, the port can be built quickly, and we can attract the Qin state. Prince Dan said.

"Prince, we can follow the example of Korea and the people of Qi and set up a state." When the Minister of Finance saw that the prince was happy, he suggested. All countries are actively establishing a state system, which is divided into feudal systems compared to counties. The benefits of the state are great, first, the area has expanded greatly. Second, the state has the ability to develop the economy independently, the central and local governments have a balanced relationship, and at the same time the local and local managers have a balanced relationship, so that the local government cannot expand independently, and the central government can effectively control the locality, and the state management is very large, which means that their land is expanding, and all countries have generally adopted the state system. Because of their land, the territory has expanded greatly.

"With the state, our territory expands a lot. Isn't that a little too big. Prince Dan hesitated.

"Nope. Prince, with the state, we can operate well and develop our Yan country. This is very beneficial to us. The Minister of Finance said.

"Yes. You're right, you're very right, with the state, we can expand a large area. Liaonan is still very large, I think, it is called Liaonan Prefecture, and then a Liaobei Prefecture will be established. Prince Dan said excitedly. Being able to expand the territory of the Yan Kingdom is a great achievement. * Much better than Lao Wang's party, King Yan no longer interferes in the politics of Yan State. Nominally, he is the king of the Yan Kingdom, but in fact, the power is in the hands of the crown prince Dan, and he is the prime minister of the Yan Kingdom, so to speak. He is wholeheartedly running Yan Kingdom, although there are many bad things outside, but Prince Dan still has some achievements in Yan Kingdom.

Chu. Pengcheng, Parliament.

"Taxation can solve the problem of our country's naval construction, and the development of the navy can effectively protect the interests of our Chu people's maritime trade, which is of great benefit to our Chu country." Fan Zeng said in parliament.

"We can reduce the amount of taxation to three percent, which is very low." Fan Zeng further said. Fan Zeng wants to levy a maritime commercial tax to build the navy of Chu, because the navy is very important to the development of maritime trade in Chu, Fan Zeng saw that the development of maritime trade in South Korea is very fast, in Bangladesh, has surpassed Chu, although there are many factors in this regard, but the naval power is a force that cannot be ignored, so, Fan Zeng believes that this is the reason for the lack of naval strength of Chu, so he hopes to increase the naval strength of Chu, which requires financial allocation to solve this problem.

"Impossible, unlikely. We don't want such a business tax to be levied. Three percent is too expensive. The nobles shouted loudly. They were very opposed to this.

"We don't make much money, three percent, I think one percent, we won't agree, we're just in business, a lot of places need to invest, we don't have funds, the stock market is still falling. We simply confiscate the income, at this time. We simply can't afford to collect taxes. The lawmakers objected.

"Ladies and gentlemen, without naval power, your safety cannot be guaranteed, you know, there are pirates on the seas, pirates, you know?" Fan Zeng threatened.

"We're going to keep ourselves safe, what kind of navy do we want. The Navy will only increase our taxpayers' money. The lawmakers objected loudly.

"The navy is of great benefit to our Chu country, everyone, a strong Chu country has a great protective effect on you, just like the Mengla people last time, if it weren't for the Koreans who had their own strong navy, the Koreans would not have such achievements today, if we can have such achievements, we can avoid taxation, and we can get greater benefits from the Bangladesh country." Fan Zeng said.

"With a small amount of taxes, you can get greater benefits, and the government will definitely reduce taxes in the future." Fan said loudly. In contrast, countries are under greater financial pressure, and they have no large sources of funding and have to borrow to survive. The reason is that all countries have taken large tax reduction measures to their own economies, Qin, South Korea, and Zhao have such measures, and Chu naturally has them, but the navy must be developed, and Chu's tax revenue will increase relatively some.

"I promise, after the development of our navy, we will be able to reduce taxes." Fan Zeng said.

"How much?" One councillor said dissatisfied.

"One percent, give the prime minister a face. I think one percent is about the same. A lot of people say that. Fan Zeng's request is three percent, which is far from the expected five percent. But, that's it, the nobility agreed to pay only one percent. This is what they consider to be the greatest level of patience.

After the noisy past. Fan Zeng only won one percent of the maritime commercial tax. It was the only thing he could get. But Fan Zeng felt that it was still not enough. He believes that three percent of the Navy can be maintained in front of a commercial tax. But one hundredth, only a little bigger. Other funds still need to be found. He only hoped that the war would greatly stimulate the development of the navy, because the development of the navy would still be very beneficial to them. In particular, if it goes well, it can bring great war benefits. This is incomparable.