On the third day of the first lunar month, in a small village fifty miles from Hanoi in the eastern part of the Red River Plain in Vietnam, Vietnamese peasants gathered by samurai were huddled in a small village.

These Vietnamese peasants, numbering about 500 people, were crammed into more than 30 huts in a small village, their faces full of misery.

Many people were huddled together, and the room was filled with the smell of sweat. Many women held their children and sobbed incessantly, looking unwilling.

These Vietnamese peasants were deprived of their farmland by Li Zhi and were about to move to the mountains.

Since Li Zhi occupied Vietnam, he naturally wanted to turn Vietnam into the land of the Han nation. The Red River Plain is a fertile land with abundant precipitation and sunshine, making it an excellent agricultural area. Li Zhi believes that such agricultural areas should not be occupied by ignorant Vietnamese people.

Li Zhi wanted to move all the Vietnamese into the mountains, and let the Vietnamese reclaim the valley in the mountains under the leadership of the samurai. The fertile fields of the Red River Plain were all cultivated by the Han people and became an inseparable territory of the Ming Dynasty.

In the first year, Li Zhi will emigrate 1.5 million people from Jianghuai Province to the Red River Plain. With so many people, the Han Chinese along the Red River Plain will outnumber the Vietnamese. Later, more and more Han Chinese migrated, and the Vietnamese became a minority in the mountains.

As refugees from the mountains, the Vietnamese were responsible for the food expenses of Li Zhi. In the future, the waterwheels and farm tools needed for land reclamation will also be registered and submitted to the Japanese samurai who are responsible for suppressing and managing these Vietnamese.

The samurai would pass on Japanese terraces and water conservancy techniques to the Vietnamese to increase their productivity. It is believed that after a few years of land reclamation, the Vietnamese will get a better life than before.

This group of more than 500 Vietnamese peasants was now managed by twelve samurai, but the samurai lived in a separate hut.

A young Vietnamese looked at the door of the house and saw that the samurai were not patrolling with swords as usual. Courageously, he tiptoed to the door of the hut where the warriors lived, and poked his head out to look into the hut.

The samurai were already so drunk that they fell to the ground.

Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year, which is the festival of the Ming Dynasty. The samurai have also been infected by the Tiger Ben Army these days, and they have been living like the Ming people. On the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the logistics folk sent a jar of rice wine to the samurai, and these samurai did not hold back today and opened it to drink.

The rice wine was so strong that the samurai drank several large bowls and poured them all.

The young Vietnamese ran back with joy and shouted in the oppressive Vietnamese crowd: "The samurai are drunk!" Let's go back to the village! ”

Everyone looked at the young man in shock, their eyes full of fear.

The young man shouted: "If you go into the mountains, you will be eaten by tigers and snakes!" We don't go into the mountains, let's go back to the village! The samurai are drunk, they can't control us anymore! ”

A middle-aged Vietnamese man tentatively asked, "Are you really drunk?" ”

The young man shouted, "Drunk and sleepy!" Come on! It's too late to leave now! ”

The Vietnamese people looked at each other for a while and became excited.

None of them were willing to leave the Red River Plain, let alone enter the mountains. These fields are the land where their ancestors have lived for generations, and they do not want to be occupied by the Han people. The samurai were drunk and they were going to flee back to their villages!

As for what to do after escaping, that is a matter for the future, and these Vietnamese peasants who have not read a book cannot think about it at all.

The Vietnamese stood up with their children and luggage in their arms and began to walk out. At first, they were a little scared, afraid that the vicious Japanese samurai would suddenly wake up. But they walked a dozen steps outside the hut, but found that the warriors did not react at all, and one by one they became emboldened and began to stride south.

The peasants ran desperately and ran out of breath, and finally ran to the vicinity of their old big village, Candle Dragon, after half an hour.

By this time, however, the village had changed hands.

At this time, the Vietnamese had already changed its name to Xinxia Village by the Han people who migrated to it. Immigrants from Jianghuai Province who moved to it built a two-meter-high earthen wall outside Xinxia Village. Three sentry peasants sat on the earthen wall, gambling there.

Seeing the mighty Vietnamese peasants slaughtering back to Xinxia Village, the peasants who gambled on the earthen wall immediately blew the horn.

Soon, the men of the village stood on the village wall under the leadership of the lieutenant chief. Each Jianghuai immigrant was armed with a steel forged knife, and the lieutenant and first lieutenant chiefs also carried standard rifles in their hands.

Five hundred Vietnamese peasants and more than 200 Jianghuai immigrants confronted each other across the walls.

In the Vietnamese crowd, the most active young man yelled in Vietnamese: "Rush! Rush in and take back our village! ”

The others glanced at each other, but they were afraid of the white dangling steel knives in the hands of the Han people.

The young Vietnamese man shouted, "This is the land of our ancestors, this is our home!" How can people take possession? ”

A few young Vietnamese couldn't help it, jumped out and said, "Rush, rush in and take back our house!" ”

The five young men looked at the old people, women and children around them and decided to be the striker. They picked up a few large rocks on the ground and ran towards the village wall of Xinxia Village.

The Han people on the city wall looked at each other for a while, and they all grabbed their weapons and stood up. Under the command of the lieutenant commander, the commanders loaded their standard rifles with ammunition and aimed their rifles at the young Vietnamese who rushed towards them.

The chief of Xinxia Village is called Zuo Dan, a native of Tianjin, who has studied in primary school, and his knowledge and bearing are different from those of ordinary farmers. He turned to the Vietnamese and shouted in the broken Vietnamese that he had learned these days: "Stand back! Back off! Or I'll kill you! ”

However, the young Vietnamese did not listen, and continued to attack the village wall by grabbing the stones.

Zuo Dan shook his head and shouted loudly: "Shoot!" ”

Several armor leaders looked at each other for a while, and their faces turned white. These chiefs were originally ordinary people from Tianjin or Shandong, how could they have ever killed anyone? But at this critical moment of guarding the village wall, they can't do it without shooting blood. Eleven armor chiefs gritted their teeth and pressed the trigger on the Vietnamese.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ”

Three of the five charging Vietnamese were immediately hit, splattered with blood, and fell.

Seeing that the shooting was fired here, the five hundred Vietnamese in the back were frightened.

The Han people have killed!

The Han people are also too cruel.

Run, the Han people are going to kill all the Vietnamese!

They no longer dared to gather outside the village walls, but fled to and from the road with their clothes on their backs, to escape to the small village guarded by the samurai.

Even the young men who were carrying the rocks were frightened to pee their pants, throw away the stones, and run back and forth in a fart.

The Han people on the city wall laughed when they saw this scene.

A captain licked his lips and said, "Captain, this is a fatality, will Uncle Zhennan blame us?" ”

Zuo Dan, who has studied in elementary school, waved his hand and said: "The Vietnamese did not obey the dispatch of the uncle, gathered a crowd to attack our village, and killed without mercy!" How can Uncle blame us? We have defended the land given to us by the prince, and the defense of the village is strong, and the uncle will praise us! ”

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