On August 23, Murakami stood behind a group of indigenous Vietnamese, holding the hilt of his katana.

Theoretically, the Vietnamese natives in this group of mountainous areas would later be the "lords" of Murakami, or at least one-third of them would be the lords of Murakami. And Murakami will become the leader of these farmers in the future.

This made Murakami a little nervous. Although he was born into a samurai family, he was only twenty-three years old after all, and he had never managed so many people.

Moreover, these Vietnamese mountain people were obviously difficult to manage, and they were very hostile to the Japanese samurai.

In fact, not all of these Vietnamese mountain people are from the mountains, in fact, half of them were forced to move into the mountains from the Red River Plain in Vietnam by the Tiger Ben Army. The fertile Red River Plain will later be cultivated by Han Chinese immigrants from Jianghuai Province, and the Vietnamese, who are slaves to the country, will have to leave the land they have cultivated for generations.

Murakami felt that King Qi's policy towards the natives of Indochina was very rude. Compared to these Vietnamese, Japanese farmers are very lucky, and Japanese farmers are still working on their ancestral lands, at least in the past.

Murakami believes that the reason why King Qi is treated differently may be because the Japanese look the same as the Han Chinese, while the inhabitants of the Indochina Peninsula look different from the Han Chinese. Moreover, the Japanese script is the same as that of the Han Chinese. Thinking of this, Murakami suddenly felt a little close to the Han people who perished in Japan.

Everything must be compared to know what is good or bad.

For the Japanese samurai, the Han people also gave a way to live, allowing the samurai to go into the mountains to manage the Vietnamese natives.

It's a dangerous and unpaid job, but it looks like a good job compared to losing your livelihood in Japan altogether and earning food by doing odd jobs. At least in this mountainous area, the samurai were able to live as "superior people" with their heads held high and their swords held high.

But to live such a life, you must first subdue these rebellious Vietnamese peasants.

Murakami was assigned to the village of Shunyaya by the scribe Ninai, and was divided into a group with Kobayakawa and another samurai, the "Staying for the Sei". Three samurai from Mutsu will divide up the village of Shunya, which is more than 300 people.

The scribe Ninh Lan merged without giving the three samurai any documents or proofs, and in this somewhat chaotic Indochina military region, especially in the more chaotic mountains of Vietnam, there was actually no institution controlling the Vietnamese people. The three samurai didn't need to hand over to anyone, they just went into the mountain with a large bag and two swords of their own.

As long as there were no large-scale riots among the Vietnamese in the mountains, the Tiger Ben army would not enter the mountains to meet the samurai. The only thing the three of them can rely on is three knives and three ribs.

And now, Murakami believes that he will soon draw a knife.

Kobayakawa stood at the front of the mountain people, dancing and gesturing, trying to make the Vietnamese mountain people understand what he was trying to say. But Kobayakawa spoke Japanese, and Vietnamese people could only understand Vietnamese, so communication was difficult. It took half an hour for Kobayakawa to make the Vietnamese understand that their next 30% harvest would be handed over as a tax.

When the mountain people in Vietnam understood this, they let out all kinds of strange cries and roars, apparently extremely dissatisfied.

They quickly refused to listen to Kobayakawa again, and instead turned around and walked towards the village, walking in the direction of Murakami's retained Nanobu.

Kobayakawa saw the actions of the Vietnamese and understood that his tax policy was rejected by the Vietnamese. He shouted "bastard" and strode to Murakami's side, pointing at the Vietnamese who wanted to leave and yelling.

"Stupid! Failure to pay taxes is a capital offense! ”

Staying behind for Qing also stepped on the clogs and rushed over.

There were more than a hundred men in this group of Vietnamese. Due to the large number of people, they did not take the samurai who only had three people in their eyes, and they tried to cross the line of defense of Nanobu Murakami and Kobayakawa and return to work in the village.

Murakami frowned, pulled out his sword, and aimed the blade at these Vietnamese mountain people who despised him.

"Go back!"

Kiyoshi and Kobayakawa who stayed behind also drew their katanas.

"Death to those who resist the order!"

Murakami and Kobayakawa glanced at each other, no longer entangled in the contradictions between the two for the time being, and prepared to join forces to deal with these Vietnamese mountain people.

Obviously, without killing a few people, three samurai would not be able to control this village of more than 300 people in any way.

After staring at the men for a while, the Vietnamese men also drew their scythes and machetes from their waists and aimed them at the three samurai.

There are still more than 70 Vietnamese men, excluding the elderly and children. More than 70 people faced three people, and the Vietnamese mountain people were not willing to admit defeat no matter what.

Thirty percent of the land rent means that more than 100 people will be fed, which means that more than 100 children will be fed less in Vietnam's mountain villages. In the understanding of the Vietnamese, this is more than a hundred human lives.

The samurai held sharp katana swords and pressed them little by little towards the overcrowded Vietnamese mountain people.

Frightened by the murderous aura of the three samurai, the Vietnamese mountain people were a little frightened, and they actually took a few steps back in unison.

But soon they came to their senses.

"Kill the Japanese!"

More than seventy mountain men pounced on the samurai with scythes and machetes.

Murakami took a step forward and slashed at an emaciated Vietnamese mountain man who rushed towards him. He used the simplest method of chopping, and after slashing this one, he quickly withdrew his steps, retracted the slashing knife, and prepared to slash to the next target.

Blood splattered violently, and the chest of the Vietnamese mountain man in a cotton short coat was slashed open by a katana, and the intestines under the flesh burst out.

Three samurai began to kill the Vietnamese who did not know how to use their weapons.

In the blink of an eye, the three samurai had already killed eight people.

If they continue to kill, the Vietnamese will be killed. Murakami shouted, "Shut down the knife!" He jumped back a few steps and jumped out of the battle.

Kobayakawa and the remaining guards subconsciously obeyed the command of Murakami Nonobu and jumped out of the battle line backwards.

Only then did the Vietnamese realize that in just ten seconds, there were already eight corpses of mountain people on the ground.

The samurai's superiority in combat skills was not something that the Vietnamese could offset with their numerical superiority.

The Vietnamese who were still alive turned pale and their legs began to tremble. They are peasants, how have they ever seen so many people hacked to death? Fear has completely enveloped their consciousness.

Murakami pulled out his own ribs, demonstratively threw the short knife on the ground, and shouted, "Abandon the knife!" ”

The Vietnamese had lost their fighting spirit at all, and they apparently understood what Murakami meant, and one by one threw all their sickles and machetes on the ground.

Murakami knelt on the ground again and shouted, "Kneel! ”

More than 300 Vietnamese men, women, and children did not dare to slack off, and all of them knelt on the ground.

Murakami stood up, took out a piece of broken steps from his pocket, wiped the blood off the knife, and put the knife into the scabbard.

"Kobayakawa! Stay behind! Let's not separate the three of us and run this village together. ”

Kobayakawa suddenly felt that Murakami was far stronger than himself, and nodded subconsciously.