Most of the musketeers who retreated to the last row were from Niu-eup, a year and a half after they first used their firearms.

After the First World War, more than 300 families migrated from Niuyi to Peiyi, and they were counted as "gifts" and were not bound to the land, and were given by the Duke of Luyang to help him keep the place of "ancestral sacrifice".

After arriving in Peixian, they arranged for them to enter the army and distributed long muskets that were completely different from those defending the city in Niuqiyi.

In addition to being a little easier, the order of reloading is the same, and the firing is quieter, which is easy for farmers who have actually fought a war.

When they came to Peixian to work as soldiers, because they had no land, these people received slightly more military salaries like those brought by the Moshi from the rest of the cities.

It's just that these military salaries are not much, and they receive some money like the local soldiers in Pei County, and the rest will be recorded and can be exchanged for iron tools and so on in the future.

The women of the family were arranged to work in the cotton cloth workshop of the Mo family, learning from scratch, and each person was only responsible for one process.

There are those who spin, there are those who weave, and there are those who pick the seeds of cotton...... The commission received by different processes is also different, although tired, but the more you work, the more you earn, and the money every month is enough to feed the family.

The money issued is not gold, copper, pearls and jade, but straw silk or cotton coins, but in Pei County, you can buy anything, as long as you have money, even a short firecracker can be bought, but the long musket is not sold.

Even if you are an elderly person in the family, you can find a job in exchange for commissions, such as picking cottonseeds, peanuts, rubbing corn, etc., and you don't earn much money every day, but you can also exchange some oil and water, buy a piece of cotton cloth and so on.

The children are all gathered and have been studying in the school since the age of six, and most of the gentlemen in the school are young people who have been studying in the village school for three years. Teach these younger children in the morning and continue school in the afternoon.

And these children will take care of a meal at noon every day, and these will be collected from the people, which is agreed by Pei County, and there are not many of them.

In the morning, they will learn to read and write, and in the afternoon, they will have to carry out military training, and from the age of six, they will have to carry out the most basic formation, queue, and so on.

Every child will buy a bluestone slab, which is a burgeoning stonemason industry in Pei County, and send some talc and other pens to write on the slate. Those who have money will buy a few pieces of paper for their children, but it is expensive.

Most of these musketeers lived in Peixian County, which originally seemed to be a noble residence, but because of the battle of Shangqiu that year, these nobles thought that the Mo family would be extinct in the world, and they were recognized as Yi by the Yi clan and the frightened Song Gong in Pei County, and these residences became schools or temporarily inhabited by these people.

They didn't have land for the time being, but Shi promised them that in three years they could form a farming society and reclaim the wasteland in Daze, after which the land would belong to the musketeers. The Mo family would provide iron tools and help with ploughing oxen.

This is not an unattainable future, and after coming to Pei County from Niu Langyi, they can feel that their lives have changed for the better.

The daily meal has also changed from corn and sunflower vegetables to potatoes, sweet potatoes or corn, pumpkins and carrots, and wheat cakes will be distributed during the march, which is much stronger than the original life, and everyone is very satisfied.

Why do they fight, they know very well in their hearts that most of the most prestigious people in the army are ink masters, and they will tell them that this is for everyone in the world to live such a life.

Because if you don't fight others, the warlike princes and nobles will revert to their original ways, just as they did in the Niulangyi: they must first be busy with the public land before they dare to manage the private land, and after paying the taxes every year, they have to borrow money for a day, and they cannot pay the annual interest, and they have to flee from time to time, and sometimes they are captured and reduced to slaves in debt.

Here we are not talking about blood, only about ability, and most importantly, about hope. The best of the children will be in a better school after three years, and they will be taught by someone who knows more about it, and the rest will have to go home to work in the farm or something else.

But as long as you can get into a better school, you will be able to live a better life in the future. Either as an official, or as an officer, or specialized in learning the art of military formation, becoming an officer such as Sima Chang.

The musketeers were so satisfied with this migration that they thought it was a paradise, and every time they looked at the thriving crops in the fields, they thought that they would have such a piece of land in three years.

Of course, these lands will not be near the castle, but in the wasteland far away from the castle, which is vast and sparsely populated, where the land that was difficult to cultivate can be turned into high-quality fertile land with iron tools, cattle and horses.

These hopeful lives need to be defended, and defending sometimes requires knowing that the other party is an "unjust country" and taking the initiative to fight.

As a result, these musketeers knew in their hearts what they were fighting for, and felt that they were working hard to build a paradise and to have a better life for themselves.

Even if he dies in battle, his son will inherit the land of the Gonghe Society, and the Mo family will provide food and drink until the child grows up, and there will be no worries.

For them, the heavy musket is not only a profession, but also a weapon that can protect their lives.

The bitter smoke of gunpowder, they have long been accustomed to sniffing, and the action of loading has become more and more proficient in the past year and a half, and the previous battle on the city wall has made them accustomed to the dense enemy, and they believe that as long as they listen to the command of the inkers around them, they can achieve victory.

What to do after victory?

They know that because they have learned a lot of cheap characters since they entered the volunteer division, they have to learn characters in the army every day after training, and many people can already write their own names.

Then they heard about the future life, a person is nothing more than the old and the young, the noble and the low, all the ministers of the emperor, everyone is equal, the virtuous are selected as the appointers, and the village community is connected, and they can eat a chicken every year.

When the time comes, only those Yidi who are thousands of miles away will remain, the world will be stable, and Kyushu will kill soldiers, relying on these firearms to repel those thieves who covet the world's taxes, and there will not be many soldiers, and it will be glorious to serve in the army at that time.

At that time, each family would have a cow, a piece of cultivated land that could not be bought and sold, and it was not forbidden to reclaim wasteland to make life rich, and each family would have its own iron utensils, and even the clay pots for cooking rice would be turned into iron in the future.

At that time, the children of each family will learn to read and write, and then select talents according to their learning ability to enter better schools, and finally use straw silk full of questions to select talents who can be officials, and everyone has hope.

It doesn't sound hard to achieve, it's imaginable, and it's enough for these people to give everything they want, including their lives.

They are not ink people, they don't need to benefit the world, they only need to benefit themselves, so they are not afraid of the battle in front of them.

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In the flutter of buckshots, the brave Yue who charged forward was only thirty paces away from the musketeers of the righteous division.

But in the period from seventy to thirty steps, five successive explosions caused dozens of extremely brave Yue people to die here.

Heavy nearly a tael of lead bullet hit the arm, which will directly tear the arm and leave a terrifying wound.

That's not an arrow, it leaves a swaying tail feather.

It was an invisible lead pellet that would shatter the bones directly.

The last trace of courage of the Yue people who charged forward had been scared away by the death of their partners, and some people didn't even dare to look at the tragic deaths around them, rushing forward with their eyes closed, tripping over the slightest carelessness, lying there and not daring to get up.

In Yuedi, the king only needed to beat the drums in the city, and these farmers needed to assemble in front of the city gate and go out with the army.

They are not gentlemen's army, just farmers.

The reason why they went on the expedition was only because of habit, a habit that was taken for granted: to be a man, as long as the nobles and kings were recruited, they had to go, and this was the peasant.

Not only did they have to go on the expedition, but they also needed to cultivate the public land, repair the palace, and some of the people who belonged to the feudal monarch also had to work for the feudal monarch. On the tenth day of every ten days, you have to work for the feudal king for five days before you can be busy with your own affairs.

Hunting, hunting, digging ice for the lord, digging the ice cellar, harvesting the land of the lord, repairing the house of the lord, harvesting reeds, harvesting bird......

All this has been like this for hundreds or even thousands of years, and when you die in battle, you die, and you get nothing, leaving only your sad family, and your son who has to repeat his life.

It's all like this, they don't know what a better future is, because no one tells them, so they can't imagine the future life that those on the other side imagine.

All they could think of was a wiser king, a kinder king, and a few years without war.

The Yue Kingdom has not yet opened the most basic military merit system, and there is no such thing as Zhao's 100,000 agricultural and industrial enterprises.

The most primitive feudal obligations have infiltrated the minds of everyone, who are born as such, accustomed to it, and think that the world should be like this.

The Yue people would catch slaves, and the royal nobles had a large number of slaves, and the Qi State plundered 3,000 households as slaves as the price of a truce and alliance.

And when Goujian was recuperating in the era, the so-called saying that there would be rewards for giving birth to three sons, where did those rewards come from? It will not be the conjures of oneself, but the taxes and slaves, but those feudal obligations.

These things turned around and slipped out and a small part was returned to the Yue people, which is not a matter of course, but a reward that needs to be grateful, which is enough to make people serve their lives and die, and even those who have no brothers in the family and do not need to serve in the army can be counted as benevolent government.

Because the Yue people will capture slaves, so the Yue people believe in the eagles, and these people on the other side may capture themselves as slaves.

Behind is Tengcheng, where lightning broke through the city gate, and everyone was frightened and did not dare to go back.

There are only a thousand people in front, and as long as they rush over, they can flee and return to their families.

This is the source of courage they can fight with, and the only last force that sustains their desperate charge.

But the seemingly scarce thousand people on the other side brought the same horror as in the city.

When a heavy buckshot hits a partner's face, it shatters the cheek, when the heavy buckshot hits the partner's chest, it blooms with blood, when the heavy buckshot shatters the arm that raises the sword, the flesh is blurred......

A sentiment called timidity began to spread among the Yue people.

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