My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 312 Premeditated Rebellion
Seeing that no one noticed Qinglian's arrival, the old woman hurriedly supported Qinglian: "Son, I'm sorry for you, go hide in the house for a while, and rest for a while, Mom hasn't seen you for a long time, you How are you doing?"

Seeing that her mother was still so worried about herself, Qinglian couldn't help but her eyes became red and swollen again: "Everything is fine for Lian'er, but she can't serve her. Lian'er is not filial and makes her worry. Lian'er won't go in. , if my uncle sees you and it's time to reprimand you, Lian'er should go somewhere else."

The old woman wiped away the tears from the corners of Qinglian's eyes with her rough palm: "Son, it's all right, your great-uncle went to Hei Miao Village to discuss things, and he won't be back until evening, it's all right."

Wu Ge didn't bother seeing the mother and daughter reminiscing about the old days, and quietly retreated, leaving the two behind to follow the mountain trail where the Li Wen brothers were on their way.

In the wooden house, Qinglian stood up in panic, and looked at the mother who was sitting on the stool with a worried expression on her face: "What? You want to unite with the five seedlings to plot rebellion? This will not work. Although the five seedlings have a large population, they can really go to the battlefield The combat strength of wielding knives and guns is only 3 young and middle-aged men, how can they rebel? This is asking for death, mother, no, you can’t beat them, please persuade granduncle.”

The old woman looked at Qinglian with a sad and worried expression and sighed heavily, and looked at the scenery outside the door with a distressed expression: "Lian'er, it's not that we Miao people are going to rebel, it's that the officials are forcing the people to rebel, you don't know if you're not in the village these days What happened recently? We Miao people have lived in the mountains for generations, and we often rely on hunting and gathering for a living. The arable land is pitifully small. The land allocated by the Han government could have increased our rations, but it was all occupied by chieftain officials, and no one submitted to the court The ancestors depended on the thousands of miles of mountains, and they could live comfortably. As long as there were no natural or man-made disasters, they could be self-sufficient. But now, the land is gone, and the government has to levy [-]% of the tax, and the chieftain has to levy [-]%. There are so many noises that I can't live this year."

After finishing speaking, the old woman went to the bamboo stand behind her, took down a clay pot and put it in front of Qinglian, and took off the wooden lid of the pot. There was only a thin layer of rice inside, which couldn't even cover half of her little finger: "Grandmother Even if the food is gruel, it won't last for two months. Other villages have already started to eat leaves to survive. Toast, there are big fish and meat every meal, mouth full of oil, and singing every night. How did you ever control us people? life and death."

"But, mother, the chieftain is also from the Miao people. Go to the chiefs to plead for mercy, borrow some food for the winter, and return it to them in the coming year. Listen to Lian'er's advice, you really can't go against it."

The scene at the foot of Cuiping Mountain could not help appearing in Qinglian's mind. Tens of thousands of horses galloped down. Even ordinary martial arts masters had no power to resist in front of the uniform army. They were well-trained and fought closely. , It's like a killing machine.

Those light cavalry could cut a person's body in two with a single stroke of the horse's impact. The horse's impact was too fast, and there was no time to react.

Coupled with the generous sabers and heavy armor of the heavy cavalry, the members of the White Lotus Sect were trampled into flesh. Those are all top-ranking masters.

A dozen or so ordinary people don't want to take them down, but they are completely defenseless in front of the army. At that moment, Qinglian realizes that the city defenders who were ridiculed by them before for being vulnerable are no match for the frontier troops. What kind of gap.

It can be said that there is a world of difference. Before facing the garrison army, some members of the White Lotus Sect were able to turn them around for a long time, but the frontier army Longwuwei only had [-] soldiers and horses, and more than [-] people were killed in half a stick of incense. It was scattered and scattered, and the number of survivors was even rarer.

Qinglian will never forget that day, even those who are highly skilled in lightness kung fu have no choice but to face the overwhelming rain of arrows, there is no place to dodge in the air, and they can only be shot into a hornet's nest.

The rain of arrows is densely covered. Anyone who wants to escape in the air will be suppressed by the rain of arrows. Every kind of bow and arrow, such as crossbow, hand crossbow, and iron tire bow, is a deadly weapon at such a short distance. weapon.

If it wasn't for my sister Bai Shao who blocked the blow for me, I'm afraid I would be shot into a hedgehog by the rain of arrows as dense as a storm: "Sister."

The pained face of her sister Bai Shao flashed through her mind, and Qinglian covered her mouth and began to cry silently.

That nightmare-like scene really made Qinglian dare not recall it.

The 2000 people, all of whom are starting from the third rank of martial arts, are still vulnerable to Long Wuwei, who is both offensive and defensive. What's more, these ordinary young and middle-aged men in Wumiao Village have not undergone any training, and they only rely on a brute force to want to fight. Rebellion is impossible.

Even though the garrison army of Chengdu Mansion is not as powerful as the frontier army, they are well-equipped. What is the combination of the five seedlings? Hoes, shovels, and bows and crossbows for hunting, but compared to the imperial court generals and the iron made by the Ministry of War. Fetal bows, long knives, sharp swords and thick shields are children's playthings.

Moreover, as a prefecture, Chengdu is not comparable to a small prefecture. There is a full 3 well-equipped garrison. With [-] people, they want to attack the well-guarded city, and it is simply to deliver food. fate.

"Mum, I really can't resist. Go and discuss with the chieftain to borrow some food. You don't know how terrible the imperial army is, and it can destroy the five seedlings in an instant."

"Son, it's useless. Although the chieftains are managed by the Miao people, they have long been corrupted by Han officials. They are in collusion with the Han people. Compared with the Han people, they are more cruel to oppress poor people like us. The Han people want to confiscate At least the tax will not kill people, and the chieftain is a disgrace to the Miao people. If the tax collection is not successful, they will be beaten and scolded, or killed. They have been completely reduced to lackeys. It’s dead, it’s winter, and there’s nowhere to dig wild vegetables.”

Qinglian sat slumped on the stool: "Mother, did my uncle go to Heimiao village to discuss this matter?"

"That's right, long skirt seedlings, short skirt seedlings. The five largest Miao villages have long been in dire straits, but if there is some way to survive, how could we go on this road?"

Qinglian sighed helplessly, she didn't know how to persuade her uncle, her mother was right, she might be killed if she didn't, and she would really starve to death if she didn't.

She advised her mother not to rebel just to watch her starve to death.

When she was in a daze, an old voice interrupted Qinglian's meditation: "What are you doing back?"

Qinglian came back to her senses, and saw that her mother was pulling an old man with white beard and hair about eight months old. The old man looked at Qinglian with an unhappy expression. It would be a shame for Qinglian to be pregnant before she was married and not execute according to the rules. Forgive me, I never thought that she would dare to come back.

"Lian'er bowed to my uncle." Qinglian gently knelt down while supporting her heavy body.

"Ah. Nie Yuan." The old man flung his sleeves and turned his back on the body, sighing in mourning.

Qinglian's great-uncle Wu Sang is one of the few old people in Baimiao Village. As the saying goes, Wu Sang also watched Qinglian grow up. She liked this child since she was a child, but she made a mistake It's something that embarrasses the whole village.

"Uncle, Lian'er, please, let's think of another way. We really can't go against it. It will push all the five Miao people to death. Let's think of another way."

(End of this chapter)