"I'm Yang Ming, a student of Hanzhong Mansion in Shaanxi, stop it!" Yang Ming also wanted to use his identity as a scholar to suppress this group of officers and soldiers.

But now it is the chaotic times at the end of the Ming Dynasty, who still takes a Xiucai seriously, Yang Ming shouted like this, but let a few bold soldiers walk towards him.

"It's a scholar, it must be a military advisor of Liukou, this person's head should be more valuable", the Ming soldier said and slashed at Yang Ming with a knife.

Yang Ming clenched the long stick in his hand that he usually used for cane, and quickly stabbed the soldier's right abdomen, and the Ming army, who was caught off guard, almost fell to the ground.

The soldier didn't expect the scholar to fight back, and he couldn't help but be furious. Just as he was about to swing his knife to cut the long stick, the long stick had been raised and stabbed into his throat, and the speed was so fast that in an instant the soldier's throat bone was broken in two and fell to the ground.

At the same time, Yang Ming swept the long stick out and slammed it on a soldier's head.

The soldier's head was knocked out a little stunned, and then, Yang Ming quickly snatched the knife of the soldier who was killed by himself just now, and slashed at the soldier's head, and suddenly blood spurted out, and the bloody head rolled over, frightening the soldiers behind him to take a few steps back.

When the villagers saw that Yang Ming had killed the two soldiers, they all unconsciously gathered around Yang Ming, as if they would not be killed as long as they were next to Yang Ming.

However, in this way, Yang Ming was surrounded in the middle, and he could only watch the rest of the Ming army continue to slaughter the villagers on the periphery, and the villagers on the periphery only knew how to squeeze inside.

Yang Ming had to squeeze out with all his might, and shouted loudly: "Let the old people, children, and women all lean in the middle, and all the men stand up with me, don't be so cowardly!" ”

Yang Ming didn't know how long it took to shout, only a dozen or so young people followed Yang Ming to stand up, and one after another more than twenty middle-aged men also stood up, but none of them knew what to do, they all looked at Yang Ming in a daze, and even some people stood in place stupidly after standing up, and were cut to the ground by the officers and soldiers who ran over.

"Brothers, you can't be lambs to the slaughter, pick up all the sticks in your hands, like I do, thorns!"

Yang Ming roared loudly and stepped out at the same time, and the long stick in his hand stabbed a soldier without hesitation, and a soldier in front of him was stabbed to the ground by him on the spot.

When marching in the mountains, Yang Ming asked Liu Hei to make a long stick for each villager, one is to make a cane, and the other is to use a stick to drive away wild beasts.

Yang Ming also taught the villagers some assassination techniques from time to time, in order to prevent the day when he encountered thieves and officers and soldiers who were powerless.

But after all, these villagers are honest peasants, and when they see the thieves and officers and soldiers, they have no sense of resistance at all, and only know how to escape and beg for mercy.

Moreover, Yang Ming's training on them had not been a few days, and it was already very good that these people could quickly recover from the chaos, but it was really unrealistic to fight with the group of soldiers who had killed people in front of them.

Although, according to Yang Ming's intentions, these young men quickly leveled the long sticks in their hands and stabbed out at the soldiers in front of them, but some people were still cut to the ground because of their slow movements.

However, dozens of long sticks, plus these old people, children and women behind them also followed the example of Yang Ming and others and raised the long sticks, so the villagers were surrounded by hundreds of long sticks like hedgehogs, and the hundred households and the Ming soldiers under him could only kill these people by cutting off these long sticks first.

This undoubtedly gave Yang Ming time to fight back.

Another soldier was killed by Yang Ming, and then he found that the Ming army, which was less than twenty people, was now only about a dozen people left, and the reason why he hadn't retreated was because the hundred households were still holding on.

So Yang Ming decided to kill the Baihu first, even though he was almost exhausted by now.

Yang Ming changed a spear and stabbed at this hundred households with a thunderous force.

This Baihu immediately dodged sideways, and at the same time slashed at Yang Ming, Yang Ming did not withdraw the spear to block, but suddenly bent down and kicked at the Baihu, and then took advantage of the fact that the Baihu was not stable, and the whole person pounced on the Baihu.

Yang Ming could have used the spear intercepted in his hand to assassinate this Baihu, but he had exhausted his strength and couldn't lift the spear, so he could only use his body to press on this Baihu, and then directly hit this Baihu with his head, this Baihu was a little dizzy and forgot to fight back, but Yang Ming didn't have the strength to kill this Baihu with his fists or pick up the big knife next to him.

Seeing that several soldiers were slashing at him, Yang Ming, who fell on this hundred households, had to bite the throat of this hundred households with his teeth. Yang Ming only had a trace of strength in his teeth now, and as soon as he bit hard, he felt a warm liquid rush into his mouth.

"Childe killed this official!" When Liu Hei saw that Yang Ming had bitten this Baihu to death, he immediately shouted, and the long stick in his hand stabbed out at the soldiers in front of him without hesitation, while those officers and soldiers were frightened by Yang Ming, whose faces were covered in blood, and the Baihu Lord, who kept bleeding, and fled.

A crisis was finally resolved, and the hundred or so villagers finally drove away this small group of Ming troops at the cost of losing more than 20 people, but only eight officers and soldiers were actually killed by the villagers, including the 100 households, and five of them were killed by Yang Ming.

This made the villagers respect Yang Ming even more. Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Yun Die and several highly respected people among the villagers surrounded Yang Ming.

At this time, Yang Ming was already tired and paralyzed on the ground, his face and mouth were full of blood, so frightened that Yun Die kept holding Yang Ming's body and kept crying: "Young Master, don't leave Yun Die alone!" ”

"Miss Yundie, don't be like this, your young master is not dead, but his breath is very weak and he needs to rest and rest", Doctor Lan took Yang Ming's pulse and hurriedly persuaded Yundie.

"Ahem", at this time, Yang Ming also choked and coughed because he was shaken around by Yun Die, Yun Die also burst into tears and laughed when he saw this: "Great, the young master is really not dead!" ”

The villagers who followed him were also overjoyed to see that Yang Ming was fine, as if they once again saw the hope of living.

Still, there are people who cry because of the loss of their loved ones;

Some people have become numb and are just mechanically digging pits to bury their relatives, while others are gritting their teeth and desperately beating the corpses of officers and soldiers who have fallen to the ground to vent their anger in their hearts.

After a long time, Yang Ming regained his expression, and came to the middle of the crowd with Yun Die's busy support: "Folks, please mourn, this place is not suitable for a long time, once those officers and soldiers who escaped go back, maybe after a while, more officers and soldiers will come to retaliate against us, and we have to leave here as much as possible." ”

Rather be a peaceful dog than a troubled world, Yang Ming now deeply understands this, he and his villagers now have no hope of surviving, and they are still in danger of being slaughtered by soldiers and bandits from time to time.

It is better to flee to the south, although in a few years, the Manchu iron cavalry will ravage and trample the entire land of China, but in recent years, most of the south has been stable and harmonious.

"Maybe only when you go to the south can you have a chance to survive", Yang Ming thought about it and patted the shoulders of the two young people around him: "Brother Guan Wei and Brother Liu Hei, you take the brothers to help bury the dead villagers, remember to mark them well, and come back to worship them after we settle down."

Yang Ming asked people to pull off all the things of these officers and soldiers, including their clothes, after all, what the villagers lack most now is basic living materials, such as clothes to cover their shame and protect themselves from the cold, and weapons to protect against enemy hunting.

In addition, several young adults such as Yang Ming and Lan Guanwei also changed into the costumes of officers and soldiers in order to deceive other officers and soldiers who met on the road.

About an hour later, Yang Ming and the others set off again. This time, Yang Ming gave the only jujube red horse to Lan Guanwei, who was good at horseback riding, and asked him to explore the way ahead, so that he and the villagers behind him would not encounter officers and soldiers and thieves again without warning.

Just as night fell and the dim moonlight dominated the heavens and the earth, Lan Guanwei hurriedly drove his horse back, and said to Yang Ming with a pretentious expression: "Oh no, Gongzi, there is a team of officers and soldiers rushing over from our side in front. ”