Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Ordinary soldiers were unable to understand the profound thoughts of noble officers. They did not understand history nor did they understand politics, much less how many wars were fought between the races.

If ordinary soldiers were to fight, there were actually only the following types of motivation. One was for benefits, after receiving the Imperial's salary, they would have to be responsible for this bit of military pay, just like how when the Factory Owner gives you a salary, you have to work hard.

The other method was to covet the spoils of victory. After all, a portion of the soldiers had ambitions, and they did not want to live by their meagre pay. Taking advantage of the war to make a fortune could naturally change the fate of poverty.

The third type of soldier was for promotion. They treated the army as a career they could fight for their whole lives. They did not want to be a soldier that was a good soldier for a general.

The last of the soldiers had the simplest sentiments, and it was purely for the sake of repaying the favor. For example, these serfs, who owed the tsar a debt, had to work hard to pay it back on the battlefield. They would use victory after victory, new patches of land, new wealth to repay the tsar.

These four mindsets were the true thoughts of the thirty thousand Shaos Expeditionary forces soldiers. No one could escape the four thoughts in their heads, moreover, the number of people on each level was lower than on the previous level.

This was also very normal. Most of the soldiers simply ate and drank until their mouths were full, while the ones with enterprising and grateful hearts were always very few in number. It was impossible for all the soldiers to be like Nicholas, a warrior who couldn't be tempted by gold.

These sailors who escaped from the boiler room obviously did not have such a high level of mental strength. They did not know the use of the Captain's logic. They did not understand a single word of the strange series. They did their work in the dark anyway, and they did not even count real soldiers. At most, they were a group of slaves in the boiler room.

Originally, they were all full of spirit and blood just now, wanting to go on the battlefield and achieve great feats. However, He Mansiji's craziness just now had dispelled all of the sailors' desire to continue, and in their eyes, there was only unwillingness and anger.

"Damn it, what did we do wrong? If you lose the war, do you blame us for it? "

"Look at that bastard's eyes. It seems like when we get to the flagship, he'll definitely vent his anger on us. What should we do?"

"I heard that the soldiers of the army that ascended the island opened up a golden mountain. No one was able to share the countless gold and silver treasures, and when we turn around, the soldiers of the navy will also share with the young …" But what about us? Will we slaves receive a single gold coin? "

"No, definitely not. These rich and resourceful nobles only know how to squeeze out our bones, and they even tried to vent their anger by killing us after losing the war. How can God not punish these bastards …"

The twelve boilers began to curse in their hearts as their expressions became more and more strange. The killing intent that filled the battlefield had a huge impact on those who had not gone through much actual combat. Gradually, a violent aura began to rise from these sailors.

Boom! Boom! Boom! One of the cannons struck the boat, which was twenty meters away from Left side. A huge column of water shot up into the sky, and a ton of seawater smashed towards the boat like a storm.

The shockwave from the explosion sent up a wave two meters high, sending white foam flying towards the boat.

"Protect the General... Protect Captain... " The soldiers and the sailors all pounced over at the same time to protect He Mansiji. At that moment, the ocean water overturned the boat and all the people on the boat fell into the water.

He Mansiji struggled in the water, swimming to the surface of the water, but suddenly she discovered that his legs were heavy, and there was a sharp pain coming from her ribs. Looking down at the swaying shadows of the water, she saw two sailors hugging his legs and dragging him down.

The pain made He Mansiji spit out a lot of air from her lungs, which was bubbling up. Her eyes were filled with rage, but as long as she was alone, how could she fight against the encirclement of three sailors?

"Am I going to die? I didn't die at the hands of the enemy, but I died at the hands of a lowly slave … Why did His Majesty release these slaves? This is truly a mistake, a huge mistake! "

Just when he was in a daze, the four sailors who were being washed away by the ocean waves discovered the dangerous Captain. They angrily took out their daggers and swam towards him, stabbing and killing a few rebellious Coal diggers along the way.

The blond youth and the other two Coal diggers were so scared that they immediately ran away. He Mansiji who had drank a few mouthfuls of dirty seawater was finally pushed out of the water by the soldiers.

"Cough, cough, cough …" "Cough, cough, cough …" The moment He Mansiji's head appeared, she started to cough non-stop, causing Hai Shui to vomit violently.

"Traitor! Damn traitor... "Cough, cough, cough …" By this time, the small boat had already been washed far away, and the four soldiers held onto their daggers as they vigilantly observed their surroundings.

"Captain! This area of water is too dangerous, and it's too far from our flagship. Let's go ashore and hide for a while, and meet up with the army first … " After saying that, the four soldiers dragged the He Mansiji who looked like a dead dog and swam towards the shore.

At this moment, He Mansiji had finally experienced the shame of the losers. Raising her head and looking upwards, she saw that the sky was filled with the traces of artillery shells. Explosions continuously rang in her ears, and from time to time, the corpses on the ocean would crash into them.

The humiliation, this was the shame of the losers. Surrounded by the dirty blood, they struggled to survive and even tried to kill the random soldiers under their command.

Fortunately, the water had washed away the tears on his face, so he didn't lose too much face. When the five finally stepped onto the soft beach, before they could even catch their breath, they encountered a shocking scene.

Right now, they were located on the western beach of the village, facing a hundred meters away was a continuous field of sugar cane. In front of everyone's eyes, groups after groups of Expeditionary forces Army soldiers rushed out from the sugar cane field, looking at them as if they had just escaped from hell.

These soldiers were covered in dirty mud and blood. Almost all of them were greedily eating the sugar cane and drinking the sweet water to replenish their physical strength.

Where did this group of beggars come from! Calling them soldiers was an insult to this noble term. Some people even lost their guns.

The only thing they did not lose was the backpacks on their back.

This was the first first group that broke through the encirclement led by Akson. With a team of over 1500 people, they only had about 1000 left when they rushed to the coast. The entire mountain road was covered with their corpses.

"Which team are you from? Carry your name! "Have your commander come to see me..." He Mansiji roared crazily on the beach, but none of the soldiers were willing to bother with this General who was drenched in sweat.