The Ming Dynasty was a whole. There were disasters in Henan and Shanxi thousands of miles away. The Dongjiang River, which was lonely overseas, was affected. Refugees all over the mountains and fields became a major disaster in the Dongjiang River.

However, Mao Jue is actually welcome to these people. On the one hand, Dongjiang needs manpower and has no population base, so where can we fight against the 100,000 troops of the Later Jin Dynasty? Fortunately, Dongjiang has made a name for himself. Otherwise, these people might have crossed the sea to surrender to the Later Jin Dynasty like in history, and people would starve to death. If they consider the country, China and the barbarians, then their lives would be even harder.

But on the other hand, Mao Jue was still a little cautious about accepting refugees. Last time, 200,000 refugees suddenly poured in, and Dongjiang's grain almost went bankrupt. If you accept someone, Mao Jue had to consider how much he weighed.

Also, the last time the refugees were organized by Fan Wenju. After Mao Jue took them over, they could just be arranged and placed according to the previous White Lotus Sect. Most of them were Liao people, and they also had a great sense of identity with Dongjiang. However, this group of rioters in Shandong, Henan, Shanxi, Shaanxi and even Xuzhou were all rioters.

It’s not that he looks down on refugees, but he wants to escape from the hell on earth that starves to death in Chengcun and Chengcun. There are all kinds of scum among refugees, and robbers and thieves are all clear. When they are hungry, they eat them. They can rob others of the last bit of food to survive without hesitation. The lightest one is also an unstable person. In history, Zuo Liangyu’s troops were the most cruel, because he took over a large number of refugee troops from all over the world, and they were not from their hometowns everywhere, and they were not ruthless in harm. It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to accept such a refugee group.

What made Mao Jue even more uncomfortable was that the way for his soldiers to get off the boat was blocked, and the nearby military camps and docks were occupied by these refugees. The refugee chaos that the court had to face was a coincidence.

"Justice, there are many young and strong refugees. Anyway, our Dongjiang recruits soldiers every year, so it's better..."

After all, after staying in Shandong, some refugees were still considered fellow villagers from Fan Wenju. Seeing Mao Jue’s face badly, he knelt on the ground, raised his eyes carefully and looked at Mao Jue’s face, and asked guiltily.

"That's right!"

When he pinched his chin, Mao Jue couldn't help but nodded, but then he waved to the other end of the table, Song Datou waved his hand.

"Old Song, it's your turn to come!"

"I?"

When he pointed his finger at his nose, Song Xiance was a little stunned. His appearance made Boss Mao Jue impatient. His nose was not the nose, his face was not the face, and he was yelling.

"You are the ministers of Dongjiang, you are the only one who runs through the world. If you don't go to deal with these refugees, then you will go?"

"Jiang Ye, there is a good time outside the port now. I have indeed walked through the world and realized that these refugees are like hooligans. Now they are in power, and they may become more and more arrogant. They make unreasonable requests, and maybe they will beat Song..."

He looked like he was thinking about Dongjiang. This guy blinked his little eyes disproportionately with his head, and waved his hands righteously.

"It doesn't matter if the servant is beaten. The key is that if you lose your face and lose your power in Dongjiang, it's too worthy of being a good person. You said, "

"So, Lord Song is going to disobey the army's order?"

Where to eat this set, Mao Jue's face deliberately pulled down and asked indifferently. Looking at his malicious appearance, Song Xiance shivered and clasped his fists sadly.

"The official is here to receive the order!"

He walked to the door step by step, and the guy shouted at the personal soldiers at the door.

"Go, I'll get some mats for your family. Oh my butt is going to be hurt!"

Seeing this guy getting off the Black Pearl as he was on the execution ground, he couldn't help but smile, and then Mao Jue quickly maintained his mightyness and waved to Kong Youde, who was looking at the other side, Wen Meng waved his hand.

"The fleet is ordered to lean towards the riverside, and the ladders are ready to get off the boat. There are also Shandong soldiers from my father-in-law, one end is counted, and I will prepare it for me!"

I had been following Mao Jue for too long. When I heard this, I immediately guessed what Mao Jue was going to do. A group of guys who were afraid of the world were in chaos immediately followed the brothel in excitement, clasped their fists and responded neatly.

"The last general's order!"

The difference between the Dongjiang Army and any military town in the Ming Dynasty is that it is not weapons, equipment, or even training level and physical fitness. It is the fact that it is always evident that the martial spirit and combative temperament are very different from the attitude of living a life of the Ming border towns.

The Han Dynasty is stronger than this, and the Tang Dynasty is stronger than this. Since the Song Dynasty, it has formed the martial spirit bound by Neo-Confucianism, which has been formed, is now reviving little by little in Dongjiang. Seeing the generals in high spirits and ready to go out, holding their arms, Mao Jue couldn't help but smile.

"Since you are not afraid of being provoked! Maoliu, bring those Dutch Red-haired Massacre members to the deck as well! Let them see my Chinese power!"

"I will obey the order!"

On this end, Song Xiance got off the ship and pushed and pulled it backwards as more than a dozen refugees opened their mouths and clamored. On the other end, the Dongjiang ship trapped on the shore also slowly squeezed into the military port trestles that penetrated deep into the sea.

Song Xiance expected this guy to be really good. Because of Fan Wenju's compromise and indulgence, the refugees who came to Tieshan were really crazy. He met Song Xiance in a second-floor tavern in the port. Everyone in Dongjiang envied the army. When they arrived, their heads were like rattles. As soon as they opened their mouths, they wanted more than fifty farms, hundreds of thousands of stones of food, and tax exemptions. There were even many women who wanted. Even Song Datou, who was planning to pretend to be a grandson, was so angry that his cheeks almost opened.

Then, he got beaten with a slap, a scientific name, and a powerful stick.

"Oh, my old waist!"

Even if he put a mat and dozens of boards down, Song Datou was still grinning. In addition, he was about to act. Amid the whimpering sounds of the rioters in the port, this guy limped back to the Black Pearl, as if he had been broken, and he almost cried when he saw Mao Jue.

"Your Majesty, you, Mingjian, are so shameless that we Dongjiang people gave up the farm to them, and they didn't pay taxes, and they didn't want to join the army. They beat the officials fifty boards! You always want to make the decision for the officials!"

"Damn it, I still want to take over Zhuangzi. I'm going to be his grandma's leg!"

Before Mao Jue could speak, Zhao Chengtian Tao and He Momo were popular first and started to scold him. The manors in the southern part of Tieshan are all the military camps of the old Tieshan. What is the difference between a group of foreigners trying to steal their territory and pinch their lives? It's really unbearable! Uncle can tolerate it, but aunt can't! These old Dongjiangs got angry first.

Striking while the iron is hot and spreading his fanaticism to his subordinates is the basic work of every famous general. Seeing that his emotions have been stirred up, Mao Jue also raised his knife high in anger.

"These refugees slapped Lord Song in the butt, just slapped the entire Dongjiang in the face. It was a very bullying person. I ordered to take revenge for Lord Song's butt! Fuck these little Bi to death!"

The entire ship had been raised by seven or eight hundred yuan. No matter what the main army or reserve soldiers were, they all rushed to the crown and raised their fists upwards.

"Fuck these little guys to death!"

"Avenge Lord Song's butt!"

Amid the creaking sound, the shaking cold on the shore, a group of refugees were still pretending to wait for the government to compromise. Unexpectedly, one by one, one of the landing ladders was suddenly put down from the ship. Then, a scene in the movie, like a scene in the young and dandy movie appeared before them. Countless military men screamed, carrying sticks and bricks, rushed down from the ship in a flash.

There were a few refugees in front of him who were stunned. Tian Tao, who had been stolen from his manor, rushed to the front. Even the Osaka Mitsuno Formation didn't even see him fighting so hard. He was banging a brick. A strong refugee man with a beard like Zhang Fei was photographed with four eyes and five black eyes, spitting out a mouthful of yellow teeth, and thrusting into the cold and trembling sea!

It's really a good brick, specializing in beating the old, weak, sick and disabled. The brick was so amazing in Tian Tao's hands, flying up and down. The trestle he went ashore was like a domino. The refugees who rushed here were rushing to the sea with dumplings, taking turns to the bricks, while he was cursing.

"I want my son Zhuangzi?"

thump!

"Is he fucking wanting food?"

"Ouch!"

"I can't kill you guys who are raised by you!"

On the other side, Wen Meng, who had finished off the boat, simply became anxious and held a wooden barrel and looked like a wine barrel Gulagas. He rushed forward in one breath. He was even more spectacular here, and he just heard the thumping thumping thumping. There was no one on both sides, and it was full of water.

More than a dozen black line fuses rushed over, and then a more lively scene. Tens of thousands of soldiers who had just escaped from the bloody battle of Japan were fighting against tens of thousands of refugees. They were simply beating children, not of the same magnitude at all. In the snow and ice, dozens of refugees rushed up with feces forks, sticks and stones. Then they were knocked into the snow by several Dongjiang soldiers. They were pressed to the ground and kicked them in a circle, and they were sobbing.

Kong Youde, who was tall and big, was simply showing off his martial power. The barbarian did not even defend himself, so he rushed forward with his head. The few refugees in front of him retreated in fear. One of them was finally extremely frightened, turning fear into anger, and holding a stick and slashed it on his forehead.

With a click, the stick was broken, he was fine! Looking at the broken stick, the vagrant leader who was quite capable was simply cross-eyed, but Kong Youde was not polite. He held his neck and roared with a beast, and smashed a hammer hard. With another bang, the guy also spitted white foam while blowing drunken fists.

On the shore, there were scenes of kicking everywhere. The white snow was bleeding from nose and blood in the teeth. Just when the fight was lively, the gate of Tieshan City, which had been in prison for several days, suddenly opened with a buzzing sound. With a shovel, Zhao Yuanwai, Liu Yuanwai and more than a dozen wealthy merchants rushed to the front, screaming and shouting.

"Friends, we are back. It's the man who searched the guys and followed the old men to kill these foreign tourists raised by the little boys!"

"His grandpa, come to our Dongjiang River to grab the territory? Bah!"

Relying on several villages near the city, many refugees were still watching the port crackling in fear, and from time to time, they made heart-wrenching screams. When they were stunned, people were greeted by the back of their heads again.

Standing at the bow of his short boat, the Dutch were stunned. The red-necked old man looked at the beating crowds in disbelief, constantly drawing crosses.

"Oh, God! These Orientals are simply too savage, God! This punch hits the man's mouth full of teeth, which takes dozens of Dutch shields to make up, Oh! God! This man is even more savage, and he hits people in the crotch with one punch. Poor Lamb, you can go to Milan, Italy to be a castrated tenor!"

Last time Mao Jue yelled to hit the egg on your left, he would never hit the egg on your right! Geng Zhongming seemed to be addicted to it. He was lying on the ground, specializing in the lower three ways, and hitting the waist like a mantis. Wherever he passed, all the refugees covered their crotch and screamed like humans, and fell to the ground.

These fights were so exciting that they covered their butts. Song Xiance was excited and kept dancing and shouting like the chickens that had lost their hair.

"Fuck him and fuck him! Hit him according to his face! Yes, kick him and fuck this bastard to death!"

With this small cannon telescope next to him, Mao Jue kept nodding.

A large group of 100,000 people! You can send it to Hollywood if you make a movie!

But it wasn't that Mao Jue was so idle. On the one hand, this group of fights were in Hamkyung Domain and Ham Hingcheng that time. No matter how rebellious these refugees were, they always followed a principle. The boss was the one with the biggest fist! If you want to conquer them, you should beat them first!

Another reason is that he returned from Japan and stayed on the ship for more than half a month. His bones were almost rusted, which just allowed the soldiers to move their muscles and bones, which also increased their practical experience.

There is another thing Mao Jue didn't expect that this incident condensed a lot of the centripetal force of Dongjiang, and he fought against the army and the people. Our sense of belonging to Dongjiang is deeply imprinted into everyone's soul.

It was completely annihilation battle, and the ports and docks were all exposed. The refugees who fled from Shandong to Dongjiang covered their heads and hugged their wives and children and ran around. Behind, the uncles and aunts in Tieyi Town who were taking hoes and brooms were chasing like tigers down the mountain.

The fight was so good!

This even became a traditional festival in Dongjiang. Every year, Tieshan Wharf, on the last day of October, many outsiders pretended to be refugees. Tieshan City organized a young and strong man, carrying a huge butt-like sculpture, and running around the city with brooms and sticks, just like the Western Carnival.

Dongjiang defeated the refugees alone, and Dongjiang won the best!

In the evening, more than 100,000 refugees were like plague chickens, and were surrounded in Tieshan School Field in fear and trembling. One by one, no matter the men, women, and young, they looked at the Dongjiang infantry nearby with bayonets panting but excitedly staring at them like a pervert.

More than 20 refugee leaders threw them under Mao Jue's feet, and fell to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face.

"Super Jun, please spare me, we dare not!"

"Damn it, you guys got up! How about my ability in the afternoon?"

What does it mean to be a fox and a tiger's power? Song Xiance is completely excited at this moment. A short radish leg kept kicking the butts of several refugee leaders, clamoring there.

Looking at the trembling appearance of more than a dozen guys, I guess he forgot who his father was, nor did he forget their Dongjiang ancestors. Mao Jue was also angry and funny, but after a moment, he frowned again.
Chapter completed!