Chapter 179: A Small Soldier Under Governor Yuan

Wang Yan opened his eyes. Before he could look closely, he heard a burst of rough cannon fire, and the earth-shaking shouts of killing entered his ears.

Suddenly, a strong wind hit his face. Wang Yan subconsciously turned sideways, reached out, entered the white blade, then moved the saber forward horizontally, and pulled the saber diagonally.

Blood sprayed out, drenching Wang Yan's face. The light-armored soldier in front of him covered his neck, eyes wide with "ho-ho" sounds, looking at Wang Yan, unable to believe that he was f***ing gone before even one move had passed.

Wang Yan didn't receive the information and didn't know what was going on. He kicked the person in front of him away, taking the people who had just climbed up the city wall behind him down together. He couldn't even hear the screams; it was too noisy. The angry roars of "ah-ah," the painful screams, the curses of people stabbing others while greeting their ancestors, as well as the rumbling cannon fire and the clanging of earth guns—it was all a mess, making Wang Yan's brain ache.

This situation didn't give him time to receive the identity information from the system "Living Daddy." Paying attention to the surrounding situation, Wang Yan looked down at the worn-out armor on his body, looked at the people dressed similarly to him who were fighting desperately, and the people who were constantly climbing up. The situation was very clear, wasn't it? Even a blind person could see that this was f***ing a siege.

Looking carefully at the attire of the opposite side, through the information he had checked before, it could be roughly determined that it was the style of the Later Jin. Added to the snow he saw and the cold he felt, it must be the north. Combined with the historical background of "Embroidered Spring Blade" and the siege of the Later Jin, this was likely the Shanhai Pass area.

It was impossible to be more specific about what battle it was, but it couldn't be seen through this. After all, the Later Jin had started sieging cities since the Wanli period, so it was hard to guess. Of course, these were all irrelevant. Knowing which side he was on, without a word, Wang Yan grabbed his saber and went up.

The offensive on the opposite side was quite fierce, and quite a few enemy soldiers had already climbed up the city wall. In some places, the defense had even been broken through, and his companions were being beaten back step by step.

Seeing this situation, Wang Mou gathered his strength and roared: "Wang Yan is here, who can kill me?"

Wang Yan didn't know the Lion's Roar, so it was impossible for the entire battlefield to hear his death-seeking words. But he used some vocal techniques, and this shout went out, making him a little oxygen-deprived, but the people around him heard it clearly. Both the enemy and his own side who were fighting couldn't help but pause for a moment and look toward Wang Yan's direction. There was no other reason; they just wanted to see which big idiot it was.

His own side: I can't even run, I can only fight to the death here, which idiot wants to die so much? Tired of living?

Later Jin soldier: F***, I've been burning, killing, and looting for so many years, and I've never seen anyone so tough. Who are you looking down on?

After an officer-like person shouted a few words in their language, the nearby Later Jin soldiers vaguely killed toward his side.

Wang Yan's shout wasn't just to pretend to be an awkward force; it was mainly because he had to perform.

Although he didn't know what year it was, nor who the big brother at the top was, if he shouted like this and then showed his strength, he would definitely be noticed. After this battle was over, he would suck up to the civil and military officials, and his future would be limitless.

His position was at a distance from those people. After all, this section of the city wall hadn't been broken. Seeing the opposite side killing toward his side, Wang Yan roared: "Someone come and guard here, don't let this bunch of bastards come up."

A sturdy man on the side had just wanted to scold Wang Yan for being a greenhorn, but now he was directing him?

Just as he opened his mouth to scold, Wang Yan had already rushed out.

"Damn it, if you're alive, see if I don't beat you to death."

Roaring and shouting, the man filled the position Wang Yan had just vacated.

Wang Yan didn't care about that, carrying his saber and killing directly. He saw the saber blade flying up and down, playing wildly. Although these people were old soldiers who had been fighting for many years, compared to Wang Mou's current extreme body and his peak technical means, there was no enemy who could withstand a single blow.

Added to the fact that there were people around helping to share the firepower, his strikes were not only fast but also steady, accurate, and ruthless. The good situation the opposite side had opened up was killed back by Wang Yan's shouting and screaming in just a moment.

That squad leader turned around and wanted to run, but looking back at the height of tens of meters, he turned back and shouted "ah" to give himself courage, guarding the ladder with a saber, wanting to scare a group of people until his companions came up.

Such a small character didn't even need Wang Yan to take action. Several soldiers holding long spears didn't hesitate, went up, and stabbed him into a mess. Then one person stepped forward and kicked him down, taking down a Later Jin soldier who had just climbed up after bumping his head for a long time.

"You guys guard here, I'm going to support other brothers."

In just such a short while, the place he had just guarded was being attacked again. Leaving a sentence, he ran back with his saber.

The sturdy man was fighting with someone, comparing who had more strength. A Later Jin soldier beside him raised his saber to hack over. It was too late, and at this critical moment, that person was slashed in the hand by Wang Yan, sealed in the throat by the second saber, and then kicked the person who was comparing strength with the man to the ground, followed by a saber thrust directly to wipe his neck. He didn't choose to stab, because the armor of the Later Jin soldiers was quite enough. Although it could be stabbed through, it would take a lot of effort.

The sturdy man didn't speak either, and without looking at Wang Yan, he rushed out and killed an enemy who was fighting his brother.

They were all old soldiers who had been fighting for many years. Although they had always been beaten until their heads were covered in bags, they knew what to do and when. There was no time for this or that; it was more important to kill more people and help their brothers.

Wang Yan didn't care about that either, killing back and forth within a hundred-meter distance on the city wall. This was a distance he had tested out, because those people he saved clearly recognized him, and they should be in the same pot. If he went further, people wouldn't recognize him, and it would likely be another leader. He couldn't just go out and help people; there were rules in the army, and it wouldn't be good if this caused trouble.

Speaking of which, Wang Yan hadn't taken action for decades. Even when he was in the underworld in the world before last, it was mostly him talking and his little brothers doing things. It was a long time ago that he was carrying a saber and killing like this.

With long-lost hot blood surging, Wang Yan killed like crazy.

Just as Wang was killing, a middle-aged man in bright armor with a long beard in a distant bunker frowned, his eyes scanning the battlefield back and forth. This scan noticed a bloody man rushing back and forth in the distance, and he couldn't help but point and say: "Who is that person?"

It was no wonder he was surprised; he had watched for a while, and he saw the bloody man kill three people in a row, which was really fierce.

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And ever since the Great Ming went to war with the Later Jin, after a big battle, their own people were beaten until they ran all over the place. Even if they killed the Later Jin people, they didn't dare to take the heads back to ask for rewards, so heads were a very important trophy, which was a strong guarantee of military achievements. In the imperial court, there was a special job for verifying heads, just to avoid killing innocent people to claim credit, hmm... they should kill, and those who should be rewarded would still be promoted and get rich.

Behind, a group of high-level generals looked at that direction together. After seeing whose defense zone it was, a general bowed and cupped his hands: "Reporting to the Lord, that person is covered in blood, and the end general cannot recognize him. After this battle, the end general will send someone to inquire clearly and report to the Lord."

"Such a warrior should be rewarded, and rewarded heavily. If every soldier of my Great Ming were like this, why worry that the great cause will not flourish?" The middle-aged man nodded and sighed, then said: "How much gunpowder is left now?"

Another general also bowed and cupped his hands: "Reporting to the Lord, there is not much left, and the civilians are rushing to prepare it."

The middle-aged man nodded, didn't speak again, watched for a while, then turned and left the bunker to sit in the middle to stabilize the hearts of the people.

Wang Yan, who was addicted to killing and couldn't extricate himself, of course didn't know so much. But it didn't matter if he knew; his purpose was this, to suck up to the top with strength.

This battle lasted from day to late night, from the north of the city to the south of the city, until the Later Jin saw that they couldn't attack for a long time and had many casualties, so they had to sound the retreat.

Hearing the sounds of the enemy retreating, the group of Ming soldiers did not cheer with joy, but instead very skillfully began to loot the corpses, stabbing or decapitating those who were not yet dead, and occasionally discussing their harvest with those around them. Because the Later Jin side burned, killed, and looted, and lived lavishly whenever they had money, many soldiers carried silver and coins on their persons.

Wang Yan didn't do like the others. After all, hundreds of eyes were watching him show off his power, so he didn't believe anyone dared to rob Wang Mou's credit. That would really be tired of living. He leaned against the city wall exhaustedly, threw his saber aside, and gasped for breath.

His physique was good and enough, but correspondingly, he killed a lot. To be honest, he didn't know how many people he had killed. And after killing for a day, he also suffered some injuries.

After calming down, taking advantage of this safe moment, Wang Yan called out the system "Living Daddy" and started receiving information.

Wang Yan, sixteen years old, an orphan, abandoned since childhood, raised by an old beggar, and didn't know where his hometown was. After the old beggar died a few years ago, he wandered around. Because he was tall and strong but couldn't get enough to eat, he finally joined the army.

The time now is the sixth year of Tianqi, January 24th, which is 1626 AD, a time difference of nearly four hundred years from the real world. And his location at this moment is Ningyuan.

The rest was just saying who his current big brother was, and there was nothing else. It was normal to think about it; he was a big-headed soldier, how would he know who was who? He just stared at the food in the pot every day. As for who was the big brother's big brother, did it have anything to do with him? As long as he was fed.

Receiving the information, Wang Yan understood. This was not the famous battle of Governor Yuan, the Great Victory of Ningyuan, right? His big big big big big brother was f***ing Yuan Chonghuan?

Wang Yan knew this character. There was a lot of controversy in later generations. Anyway, there were those who said he was a traitor and colluded with the enemy, those who said he was a stupid civil official who couldn't fight and only knew how to be an old turtle, and those who said he was a hero of the Han nationality who gave his all. Added to the fact that he was finally sliced alive because he killed Island Master Mao, it brought Mao Wenlong and the two of them into the debate. And for this Battle of Ningyuan, there was also a lot of controversy. Anyway, everyone had their own words, and it was quite lively.

Of course, whether there was controversy or not had nothing to do with Wang Mou. Anyway, those who let him get to the top were good people. He would study whether to kill them later; if they didn't let him get to the top, he would see the situation, and whether they could be used later. If not, death was inevitable.

In fact, according to his previous thoughts, no matter what, it was "Embroidered Spring Blade," so he should have been arranged with the identity of a Embroidered Uniform Guard in the capital. Or considering the reason for the mission, he should have been thrown directly into a village to be a Brother Five Wang for real. But he didn't expect to be thrown directly into the Guanning Army on the front line, and he had to fight a big battle as soon as he arrived.

"What are you thinking about, kid?"

The voice woke Wang Yan from his contemplation. He took a look; it was the sturdy man he had saved several times, and also his centurion big brother, Sun Fugui. As for the two platoon leaders under the centurion, and the squad leader above him, they were already gone...

Here, I have to mention the language problem. Now that the Great Ming started in Nanjing, the official language was based on the Nanjing sound system. Wang Mou, as the backbone of the Chinese Department of Beijing University and the leading big brother, naturally had contact with ancient Chinese. He might not be very good at speaking, but he had no problem listening carefully.

And the official language, as the name suggests, was the language spoken by officials, plus some merchants and the like. The popularity wasn't very high, and it couldn't be compared with the later Mandarin at all. As for the other rough guys at Wang Yan's level, I don't care about your official language; as long as we can talk, it's fine.

"Lord Sun."

Wang Yan struggled to stand up, pretending to be respectful. After all, a centurion wasn't something to play with; he was a proper sixth-rank military officer.

This was just the border army where life was precarious. A centurion wasn't much, and he had to go to the battlefield to fight for his life. Of course, there was also the reason that he had saved Sun Fugui several times; otherwise, a proper centurion Lord wouldn't be so easy to talk to. He had to show respect where respect was due.

Sun Fugui held Wang Yan down, threw the water bag to him, and sat beside him: "First time seeing this kind of killing, scared? I don't think you look like it?"

Wang Yan drank a few big gulps of water, then wiped his mouth and smiled reservedly: "No, it's just that I killed too many people, too tired."

At this moment, his face was covered in blood, and when he smiled, he revealed white teeth, which looked quite terrifying.

Sun Fugui turned around, pulled off the armor of the corpse beside him, took the inner lining from the middle, and threw it over: "Look at you, wipe the blood. How is it? Are you injured?"

Wang Yan didn't dislike it either, took the smelly cloth, poured some water on it, and while wiping the dried dark red blood on his body, said: "I was slashed a few times, just lost some blood, nothing serious."

"You kid, really... tsk tsk..." Sun Fugui shook his head and sighed: "Yesterday, you saw the tens of thousands of people under the city, and you were shivering when you heard the sound of guns and cannons. I thought you would definitely die today, but I didn't expect you to become brave on the battlefield, and you even saved me several times."

Wang Yan smiled without speaking, wiping the bloodstains on his body to himself. That cannon sound should be the Red Barbarian Cannon, which was said to have killed countless thieves. He had worked for a day, and he didn't know exactly what it was like.

"If you can survive this time, with your credit today, you can at least reach my position." Sun Fugui didn't care either, and said with a smile: "The two platoon leaders under me are gone this time. After a while, when we reorganize, you can act as a platoon leader first. The specifics will be decided after the war. How about it?"

"Then thank you, Centurion Lord."

Wang Yan smiled and cupped his hands, without saying polite words. Through brief contact, he also knew that this Sun Fugui was a proper person and quite good. There was the reason that he had been saved several times, and also because his strength was fierce, and as long as there was a war, he basically couldn't be suppressed. If he, Wang Mou, were more capable of drilling and could fight, he would really take off. It was normal for Sun Fugui to pull relationships with him and plan for the future.

Later, the two talked for a while, and after recovering some physical strength, they stood up and followed to clean up the battlefield.

And at this moment, a large group of civilians also came up to help. After all, their own injured had to be carried down for treatment, the dead had to be dealt with, and the corpses on the opposite side went without saying, and they could also take the opportunity to scrape a little...

It was also at this time that Wang Yan had the time to carefully look at the environment here.

In fact, there was nothing fresh. Apart from corpses and blood, there were arrows, sabers, and guns all over the ground. Further outside the city, because it was late at night and separated by several miles, Wang Yan had good eyesight and could see the campfires burning for cooking. Added to Nurhaci's army of 60,000, there were so many bright fire piles, and he estimated that the camp must stretch quite far... There was nothing in the city, old buildings, civilians, and women cooking for tens of thousands of people.

At the same time, a large group of high-level officers also came out to patrol the areas they were responsible for, counting the battle damage and gains, all of which had to be reported, and by the way, they pretended to care about these big-headed soldiers to brush up their favorability.

Wang Yan and other small soldiers didn't need to care about that. People said beautiful words, and the rest was naturally left to Sun Fugui to bow and scrape forward.

Not long after, after Sun Fugui said a few words to that thousand-man commander, he turned around and shouted: "Wang Yan, come here."

Hearing the commotion, Wang Yan put down his work, trotted over, bowed, and saluted: "Seen the Thousand-Man Commander Lord, Centurion Lord."

The thousand-man commander gave a "hmm," put his hands behind his back, and laughed: "Today, you killed dozens of enemy soldiers?"

"Reporting to the Lord, it is indeed the small person."

In fact, he killed more than dozens of people. After all, his strength was there. Many of them were restrained by him for the sake of saving effort, and then stabbed to death by others. But even this kind of record was quite exaggerated; otherwise, killing one or two wouldn't be worth a proper thousand-man commander asking personally.

The thousand-man commander laughed: "Good, good. I didn't expect such a character to come out under my command. I think you are more than Xiang Yu. Your performance today has been seen by Lord Yuan. This credit cannot be snatched by anyone. You kid really had great luck."

Although they were surrounded and fiercely attacked by the Later Jin, and the situation was critical, judging from today's battle, the problem was still not big. This thousand-man commander was also a proper thousand-man commander who had been in the army for many years, and he could see this point; otherwise, he couldn't have laughed so happily. As for whether people died or not, anyway, he didn't die, and his subordinates had credit, so he was the big head. Now that Wang Yan had appeared, it would be strange if he wasn't happy.

"It's all the wise leadership of the Thousand-Man Commander Lord."

Wang Yan grinned and gave a dry compliment. After all, he was only sixteen, still a greenhorn, and being able to say this fit his identity.

"Can't tell that you kid is not big, but quite smart." The thousand-man commander waved his hand with a smile: "I don't need you to suck up to me. Does real fighting need my leadership? Alright, go do your work, the credit definitely won't be less for you."

Wang Yan bowed again: "Small person retires." Before leaving, he still heard the thousand-man commander telling Sun Fugui that this kid was quite interesting.

Not caring about anything else, after returning, while dealing with the brothers who were curious about how he was so awesome, he followed along to work............ ===== CHAPTER 180 =====