Chapter 129: Counterattack (2)

  Welcome to Jiupin Literature, search for "Jiupin Literature" in any search engine to quickly enter this site. This site permanently provides free downloads of high-quality and txt format without pop-up windows! For Yang Bo, these military households with no culture at all were simply a blank sheet of paper. How could he tolerate Bi Fangji coming to paint? He was willing to cooperate with Bi Fangji only in the hope that Bi Fangji could broaden their horizons and let them learn more about astronomy, geography, geometry, and other knowledge. This was his goal, of course, it's not easy to pull a willing investor, Yang Bo can make some small concessions, but brainwashing is not your turn, if you want to wash, I will...

  This is Yang Bo's bottom line. If these seeds have been enlightened, have their own worldview, and possess relatively mature logical thinking, then it's okay to let them accept some doctrinal shocks. I believe they already have the ability to criticize and choose.

  "This is my bottom line, look, my godfather, it's time for you to choose again, whether to choose the pure doctrine or to choose many not-so-pure believers?" Yang Bo asked calmly. What's the big deal if he just dictates and finds a few literate people to copy it down?

  "I don't understand, why are they not allowed to teach their doctrines? Don't these doctrines encourage them to do good?" Bi Fangji knew that the negotiations had reached a critical moment, and he painstakingly explained.

  "I don't need them to persuade me to be good, my China has had too many things persuading people to be good for thousands of years, no need for one more..." Yang Bo shook his head.

  "What do you want?" Bi Fangji felt he couldn't keep up with Yang Bo's train of thought.

  "What I need is for them to obey me, not some vague and distant God! I need them to follow in my footsteps, not the extreme teachings of doctrine. Their hatred should be directed where it belongs, not at so-called heretics. Can you understand what I mean?" Yang Bo said slowly as he gazed at Bi Fangyi

  "Can't they obey you enough?" Bi Fangji muttered to himself.

  "Hmph," Yang Bo hummed, "In your Western world, there's a common saying that no king with normal intelligence dares to ignore the Pope's face. Do you understand the implication of this sentence?"

  Bi Fangji sat in his chair, silent for half a day.

  "I can only teach you Bible proverbs, I remember a lot of them, enough to keep you busy. As for the other Bible stuff, it's also possible, but we must reach an agreement between us, and each month there is only a little time for you, because they are very busy now..." Yang Bo bluntly put forward his conditions.

  "When can I let these so-called 'believers' come into contact with the doctrine?" asked Bi Fangji weakly.

  "It depends on how far I can take this official position, this is for your protection, my father" Yang Bo shook his head.

  "Excuse me, I have another question. Do I look like what you locals call a 'country bumpkin'?" Bi Fangji pointed to his own nose.

  "Father, not like, in some ways, you are." Yang Bo couldn't help but laugh: "It's just that when you look back on the past, you'll definitely be proud of your silly life, I guarantee..."

  "If you could put it in a more delicate way, I think these depressing conditions might be easier for me to accept"

  "Father, the only good quality I have is honesty."

  "I think I need to go and pray..."

  As the vacant land along the coast was gradually cleared, Yang Bo's sense of crisis grew stronger. In a chaotic world without armed forces, how could he protect himself and the fruits of his labor?

  Yang Bo had never been a soldier and did not know the procedures for training soldiers in later generations, but he knew that the most critical thing in training soldiers was scientific training and strict battlefield discipline, as well as high tactical coordination. Even if you have unparalleled martial arts skills, you cannot withstand the coordinated attack of a dozen or so long spears in a dense formation.

  All the strong men in the village gathered on the beach, the scorching September sun shining down on their heads, backs and bodies. No one dared to move because someone was holding a rattan stick at the side, waiting for them. One lash would guarantee that they wouldn't be able to sleep that night.

  Yang Bo relaxed the selection criteria for the salt protection team, as long as they were fifteen years old or above and sixty years old or below, and had no physical disabilities, they were all selected. He wished that everyone in the village could come, but still had to leave some elderly, weak, sick and disabled people to work. The work of salting was very easy, just use a bamboo pole to pour water into the pool, and go to harvest two days later in the evening. The wages for the workers were shared equally among each pool, so that these salt protection team members could become professional warriors without any worries.

  Ten people together have momentum, hundreds of people lined up, the majestic formation made everyone in Majiatun look sideways, many children squeezed on the other side pointing fingers and drawing feet, now these dolls are precious, no one scolds their daughter for being a waste of money, if they take the last twenty places in a fit of anger, that would be a real waste of money.

  It's just the beginning, and these military households still look quite confused to many outsiders, but in Yang Bo's eyes, they are simply a joke. Not only do they all lean and slouch, but they can't even stand up straight with their heads held high. This is just a mob!

  No one would have thought that Yang Bo was so strict.

  It's just the first day!

  That's it!

  From sunrise to west, people on the beach stood like this, no one spoke, only the iron cow's whip in his hand kept ringing!

  Yang Bo kept repeating a sentence: "Open the big array, against the great enemy. The magnificent array of thousands of people, lined up and advancing, the brave cannot be first, the timid cannot be last, the dense guns are thrust forward, the dense guns are thrust back, in the midst of the army of millions, it is like one person, only then can there be no enemy under heaven."

  Only after Yang Bo finished speaking did everyone else allow themselves to utter a single sentence: "Unbeatable in the world!"

  At noon, a military household suddenly left the ranks and knelt down in front of Yang Bo, kowtowing non-stop: "Sir, sir, I really can't take it anymore, please give me a way out...". Welcome to Ninth Rank Literature, search for "Ninth Rank Literature" on any search engine to quickly enter this site. This site permanently provides free and pop-up window-free services for downloading high-quality and txt format books! I'd rather go be an artisan household...

  "Expel him from the household register, strike his name off the yellow book, and drive his whole family out of Ma Family Village!" Yang Bo said coldly.

  That military household was startled, and before he could react, General Han led Iron Bull and Ox to rush up, lift this crying soldier out, and the village responded with wailing women and children, the mournful cries slowly fading away, gradually returning to calm...

  "Who else can't take it? Now stand up!" Yang Bo's face was cold as he sized each of them up one by one.

  All the military households looked like they had lost their color, I didn't expect the hundred-household master to be so ruthless, not giving any chance for explanation or defense. Thinking of that soldier who was expelled from the camp, I don't know how he and his family will make a living...

  "Bang!"

  Another soldier's legs went soft and he knelt down on the ground. Before Yang Bo could speak, the soldier loudly shouted: "Sir, I can stand up, I can stand up!"

  The iron bull rushed over and without saying a word, two whips were lashed onto his back. The soldier gritted his teeth and stood up silently.

  "I know you're suffering, more than cooking seaweed, I'm a hundred households and can be like you!" Yang Bo suddenly raised his voice: "What else can't you stand? Are you more delicate than me?"

  When Yang Bo sternly asked him, Jun Hu replied in unison: "No!"

  "Last year, Jiacang Town was attacked by pirates. No one resisted, and all 431 people in the village, including women and children, were killed! Sixty-eight women were taken away! What happened to those women?" Yang Bo shouted again: "They were taken back to be sold as slaves! You are willing or not, your daughters, wives will end up like this!"

  "We refuse!" The military households replied in unison.

  "Last year, the Zhao family next door was robbed by mountain bandits. The local hundred households sent grain and silver, but the bandits were not satisfied and extorted dozens of women before retreating. Are you willing to give the silver exchanged for salt ponds to the bandits in exchange for peace?"

  "I don't want to!"

  "Are you willing to give your daughter to the mountain bandits in exchange for peace?"

  "I don't want to!"

  "How to protect your family? How to protect your property? Use this, kill!" Yang Bo raised the long spear in his hand.

  "Kill!"

  "Kill!"

  "Kill them all..."

  A furious howl echoed on the beach