The situation of the fight between men who have practiced martial arts is even more tragic.

With less than a stick of incense, it was estimated that the deaths and injuries had exceeded 100.

There was a woman and the child saw her husband or father falling to the ground in the crowd and couldn't help crying loudly.

A seven or eight-year-old child saw that he was knocked down, and he had red eyes and wanted to rush down to avenge me with a wooden knife.

Fortunately, an old woman next to her pulled her tightly.

The scene was a little messy. The second uncle turned around and glared at everyone, shouting in a noisy voice: "What are you howling? The person surnamed Lu is not dead yet. Hold on to his breath and yell after he gets the person surnamed Yang out of his mind."

The second uncle was of high age and was still an old clan. He yelled and the scene immediately became quiet.

Women and children closed their mouths, and many people secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes.

Seeing everyone calm down, the second uncle nodded and said expressionlessly: "If the situation is urgent, the man will go first, the old, the injured, as long as he can move, he will go up and fuck me. The man will die. If the woman comes back, there will be only one person left in the name of Lu. The man will not be allowed to ride on his head and act as a mighty man."

Lu Changle lowered his head and his face was a little hot.

This second uncle mobilizes him and keeps an eye on what he does.

After all, I am also a wounded person now.

Before he could come to the Ming Dynasty, he was so confused that he was dragged to the hillside.

I don't have a chance to show off.

"Yes, the second uncle" the old man, the woman and the child, responded loudly with red eyes.

Before the negotiations, the young and strong man in the village dug dozens of holes in the Lu family’s cemetery and was extremely determined.

A group of old, weak, sick and disabled people actually burst out with the momentum of fighting to the death of the army, and even Lu Changle felt a boiling blood.

How come this scene feels familiar?

I remembered that I read a documentary. When Qi Jiguang was ordered to train troops to suppress the Japanese. When he passed by Yiwu, he witnessed the Yiwu native clan fighting with miners. The Yiwu people fought very strongly. My son died and his grandson died. The scene of not fearing death and fighting desperately shocked Qi Jiguang. So he used the Yiwu soldiers as the team to form the famous Qi family army.

The once arrogant Japanese pirates were destroyed under the thunder of the Qi family army.

Many scholars in later generations joked that tribal struggle changed the history of China.

In my memory, the recent large-scale tribe battle between the Lu and Yang tribes occurred four years ago, in the tenth year of Chongzhen. It was even larger. The two tribes gathered more than 6,000 tribes and fought for three days and three nights before they dispersed. In that fight, nearly 800 tribes died alone, with more than 3,000 minor injuries and serious injuries. Even the governor of Fujian Shen Youlong was alarmed.

The casualties were so great that they fought for three days and three nights, which was hard to imagine in the future.

Tribe fighting was not common in ancient times. In many cases, governments used the practice of turning big things into small things, small things into small things or hitting fifty boards each.

In ancient times, technology was backward and news was not available. The yamen runners depended on their legs to travel. Often, news arrived. The fight had already been over and everyone ran away.

The small armed fight is not very harmful, and it will affect the political achievements of local officials.

The large local governments cannot suppress the number of people, so they need to send troops to their superiors to reinforce.

It is very sensitive to the dispatch of troops from other places, and requires multiple processes to report them layer by layer.

After the personnel were mobilized, maybe everyone would have dispersed early and the fight scene was cleaned up. A few leaders went into the mountains and it would be difficult for the government to handle it.

Especially in the late Ming Dynasty, the imperial court's energy was mainly focused on building the barbarians and suppressing the rebellion, and its control over the local area continued to weaken.

After Zheng Zhilong took control of Fujian, he was a pirate and turned a blind eye to private and armed fights.

Just pay taxes on time and don’t rebel.

When Lu Changle saw those who fought and were desperate, he was shocked and a pity.

If we put these ruthless forces on Jianlu, it would be their turn to be presumptuous in the Ming Dynasty.

Unfortunately, I can't stop it.

Lu Changle hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, turned to his second uncle and said, "Second uncle, give me a knife, I'll fight with someone named Yang."

When injured, I was smart when I was fucked, and hid behind and knocked on the black stick. No one could blame me.

You can also pretend to be dead if necessary.

If you want to make a name for yourself, you must first be responsible and not be timid anymore.

Wealth and honor are in danger, and we dare not take this scene. We still think that big things are nonsense.

If a person dies, his eggs will be facing the sky, he will never die for thousands of years.

The second uncle was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, and said with relief: "Okay, good young man, I am worthy of being a child of the Lu family in Fuzhou. Brother Le, don't worry, it's not time yet."

I thought this kid was afraid of death and was cheated on his injury and did not dare to play. Unexpectedly, he volunteered, and it seemed that he had misunderstood him.

Lu Changle snatched a stick and said with grief and anger: "Looking at the blood of brothers and feet, I can't wait here. Even if I die, I can't let outsiders bully our Lu clan."

Didn't agree?

Lu Changle was secretly happy and dared not show it on his face, and insisted on playing.

Just shouting, it seems that my willingness is not strong enough.

I don't know if the wound was not bandaged or the action was very strong to the wound.

A drop of red blood dripped from the bandaged cloth strip and dripped on Lu Changle's face.

Generosity brings a bit of tragic.

I didn't expect that Lu Changle, who had not grown up, was still bloody in his bones.

For a moment, the disgusting eyes around me were much less.

The second uncle grabbed Lu Changle who was walking forward with one hand and shouted loudly: "Stop, everyone is injured, why are you showing off? Besides, you are a child, a student of the clan, and those learning rice cannot be wasted. Even if you die, I, a useless old man, will die first!"

Why is this young man so disobedient? His second uncle is both angry and moved.

Just as Lu Changle showed off his acting skills, the situation suddenly changed.

First, I felt a little vibrating on the ground, and then the movement became louder and louder. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a team of cavalry coming quickly like a long dragon, and the dense sound of horse hooves seemed as dense as rainstorms.

The galloping war horses, the shiny armor of stirrups, and a big flag embroidered with "Zheng" fluttered in the wind.

The official army is here.

The cavalry arrived at Tutan and lined up in a row.

"Bang bang bang..." Suddenly, the three-eyed gun in his hand was released.

Fortunately, it was up to heaven and no one was injured or killed.

After a round of fire, Tutan, which had been shockingly killing, suddenly calmed down. While guarding against the Lu and Chen clans, they looked at each other with confusion.

I had the same idea in my heart: Could it be the reinforcements they invited?

A man who looked like an officer rode out of the line and shouted loudly: "Listen to everyone, Commander Zheng Zhibao, Commander Zheng, here. He threw down his weapons within ten breaths and returned to the team. Those who violated the situation will be killed."

As soon as the words came, the cavalry aimed the bows and muskets in their hands at the villagers on the field.

Unexpectedly, the government army intervened so quickly.

What came was not the yamen runners from Changle County, but the men of the commander-in-chief Zheng Zhibao.

Upon hearing this, the clan leader and clan elder of the Lu and Chen clan were quickly restrained and threw down their weapons and returned to their respective camps.

Commander of the Guard was a third-rank senior, with a high power and a high position. Zheng Zhibao was also the younger brother of Zheng Zhilong, who was the general of Fujian, and his status was even more noble.

In Fujian, he did not obey the imperial court's laws and did not dare to ignore Zheng Zhilong's orders.

He is the uncrowned king of Fujian.

Zheng Zhilong is not only the general of Fujian, but also the overlord of Southeast Asia's maritime lord, with more than 200,000 subordinates under his command.

It can be said that it is easy to destroy the Lu and Yang clans.

After the Lu and Yang tribes separated, a commissar soon ordered troops to take the patriarchs of the two tribes to Zheng Zhibao to speak.

About half an hour later, everyone saw their clan leader walking back with a gloomy face.

I don’t know what Zheng Zhibao said, but when the two clan leaders came back, they asked the clan members to clean up and go home.

The fight can't be completed.

The officers and soldiers just stared at each other and did not catch anyone.

The clan elder who was watching the battle on the mountain saw this situation and mobilized his wife to rescue the wounded, and Lu Changle also went to help.

Looking from the mountain, the fight was very fierce, and when we arrived at the scene, it was even more shocking:

The ground was covered with blood, and some limbs and flesh were scattered on the ground. The strong smell of blood could be smelled far away.

Someone helped bandage the wound.

Someone is anxious to find their relatives.

Someone cleaned up the minced flesh that fell on the ground.

Some people left with no temperature.

What shocked Lu Changle was that there were so many casualties and injuries, no one was making noise or wailing at the scene. At most, they were secretly wiping their tears. Everyone was tense and gritting their teeth to clean up the scene.

Even the seriously injured person gritted his teeth and endured it. The pain stuck in his throat seemed to be a wounded beast.

Occasionally, he stared at the person opposite him with an angry gaze as sharp as a sword.
To be continued...