Chapter 2 2. How Can a Foot Soldier Be a Nobody?

The village chief looked at the twenty or so men in front of him, tall, short, fat and thin. No, it was short and thin. Anyway, their mental outlook was very ordinary, and they did not look like the best soldiers in the world.

The men who were summoned put their hands in their sleeves, and no one stood at attention. They walked around and greeted each other. Most of them lamented that they could pay two cents less in annual tribute this year, they did not have to repair the city for the lord in winter, and maybe they could afford to eat rice cakes on New Year's Day, etc. They had no awareness of sending troops to fight a bad war.

At this time, Xiao Pingtai was still moving the stool for the village chief, and after the village chief sat down. He took out a cloth bag from his arms, which contained more than twenty beans, twelve of which were red beans. Those who were drawn would serve the public.

At this time, two charcoal burners took the initiative to stand up and said that since they were the only ones who could do the bow-armoring (after all, when they went into the mountains to cut trees, they would at least bring a hunting bow for self-defense, and occasionally they could shoot pheasants and rabbits for a snack, because there were no large predatory cats in Japan, and the largest was wild boar), there was no need to draw. The others also acquiesced to this decision, so the village chief poured out three red beans representing two bowmen and one tactician. The two charcoal burners also responded calmly.

After this episode, the others did not care about order and reached out to the bag in the village chief's hand. As if drawing earlier would give them some advantage, Xiao Pingtai was too small to squeeze through them, so he waited for a while.

The rest of the people drew the results quickly, and those who drew the results showed joy on their faces, while those who did not draw the results felt a little disappointed. Xiao Pingtai also drew the results, but he was still confused. Muttering: "You have a Nikan gun, so you have to be a foot soldier now?"

The village chief relied on his height advantage of 1.5 meters (that's right, in the Warring States period, people over 1.5 meters were considered to have a height advantage), patted Xiao Pingtai on the shoulder and said: "It's not your turn to be a foot soldier."

Xiao Pingtai was shocked! What the hell, you can't even eat hot shit? You have to line up to die?

At this time, the rice balls were ready and put in a wooden basin. A unique rice fragrance wafted out. For the farmers who had only eaten rice a few times in their lives, it was like a seductive goblin beckoning, and almost everyone swallowed subconsciously. (It is necessary to explain here that this plot description is found in many novels, that is, after finally eating rice, the person sheds tears of excitement or something. Those who write about this kind of plot are the scum that even Baidu is too lazy to check. As for why, it is because after the rice is husked, if it is only roughly ground, the rice will have a disgusting earthy smell whether it is cooked into porridge or rice, which people who travel through time will definitely not get used to)

The village chief took out two rice balls with bamboo leaves and handed them to a man in his twenties, asking him whether his family had sent the umbrellas to the shrine to sell this year. The man nodded and said that he sold 1,700 coins around this year. The village chief nodded and told him to go home and prepare well.

He asked another person who was younger than Xiao Pingtai whether the wild lacquer collected this year had been fired. The man's parents immediately said yes, so the village chief nodded and handed the rice ball to this person.

The rest of the people did not ask more questions and sent them home with two rice balls, asking them to gather at sunrise tomorrow morning. Xiao Pingtai immediately packed up the things of the village chief's house and carried them to the village chief's house.

As a time traveler, Xiao Pingtai was still struggling with why he couldn't even be in the front row when he was going to die. The village chief stood up and said to him: "When your father was alive, you could collect herbs and exchange them for money at the shrine. Now he is dead, and you are all alone. The family's annual income is less than two kanwen, which can't afford a guzoku, so naturally you can't be a foot soldier."

Since Xiao Pingtai's father died, he has been removed from the military service account. Xiao Pingtai was dissatisfied in his heart, saying that online articles kill people, and I, a time traveler, can't even go to die like others because I am poor.

There was no conversation that night. Now the whole valley is mobilizing troops, and I am sure I can't run away. I can only comfort myself that if I kill the enemy general, I may become famous.

At sunrise, everyone was standing in front of the village chief's house. The village chief led the horse with a helmet and armor, and there was a particularly showy person standing in front of the sky, with a katana and a wakizashi tied around his waist, and a gun hanging on his horse.

The others were much different. The two people who were questioned yesterday were wearing battle hats, half-new and half-worn armor, a wakizashi on their waists, and two guns in their hands. Three others only had one gun, and carried a wooden box on their backs, sickles, flints, straw ropes, straw mats and other sundries. Another person who could barely be considered a foot soldier was an old servant in the village chief's family. Looking at his appearance, he must be better at making fire than fighting (yes, there were six long-legged soldiers in military service, but in fact there were three long-legged foot soldiers and three young long-legged soldiers).

Xiao Pingtai wore a headband, carried a gun, and carried a flag behind him, a completely white flag without any decoration. He just wanted to say that the rope was tied too tightly and he felt a little suffocated.

At the call of the village chief, everyone lined up in a small team. There was no speech before the battle. They set off with various reminders to remember to stand back and grab more points.