172: Chapter 172 Refugee Cannon Fodder

"The Great Qian Empire has been established for a thousand years. It is corrupt from within, the emperor is fatuous, treacherous officials hold sway, and the military is lax. Foreign tribes have invaded the borders, plunging the frontier into misery, causing countless casualties, and leaving the common people displaced."

"Within the Great Qian Empire, countless natural disasters have struck, and land grabbing is rampant. Countless citizens have been displaced, turning into rebels and bandits, plundering everywhere they go, leaving devastation in their wake!"

"Local powerful clans and noble families have risen, building fortresses, raising private armies, and carving out their own territories. The Empire is in turmoil..."

As the narrations echoed in Yang Juncheng's ears, scenes of a Dynasty's end began to appear in his mind, giving him a basic understanding of the Great Qian Empire and the background of the game world.

At this moment, waves of unfamiliar memories entered Yang Juncheng's Sea of Consciousness, allowing him to quickly learn everything about the original owner of this body.

"I actually possessed the body of a refugee cannon fodder!"

After accepting the unfamiliar memories, Yang Juncheng muttered softly with some helplessness.

According to the unfamiliar memories, the body Yang Juncheng possessed was also named Yang Juncheng. He was eighteen years old this year and was a refugee who had been forcibly conscripted by passing government troops to become a militia cannon fodder.

"Food is served! Food is served! Food is served!"

As the loud shouts rang in Yang Juncheng's ears, he couldn't help but look up toward the source of the sound.

He saw a squad of elite soldiers wearing fine armor and holding fine steel weapons, pushing food carts into the militia camp.

The militia members, who were sitting on the ground resting and chatting in tattered clothes without even a single weapon in their hands, quickly stood up and ran toward the food carts upon hearing the call for food.

"Don't push! Line up and come one by one!"

Looking at the militia swarming forward, the leading elite soldier's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he barked loudly.

Immediately after, several elite soldiers clad in fine armor and holding fine steel weapons stepped forward, drawing their weapons to strike at the militia members who were pushing their way through.

Soon, dozens of militia members at the very front were knocked to the ground by the elite soldiers with their fine steel weapons, letting out painful wails.

Seeing this, the militia members behind them immediately learned their lesson and quickly formed neat lines to receive their food in turn.

Seeing this, Yang Juncheng patted his empty stomach and quickly walked to the back of one of the lines to get food.

Soon, Yang Juncheng received two wotou and a bowl of wild vegetable soup from an elite soldier. He walked to an empty corner and began to devour them in large bites.

According to the original owner's memories, there was a severe drought in the northwestern territory of the Great Qian Empire this year, resulting in zero crop yield. Countless citizens were forced to leave their homes, becoming refugees who headed toward the cities and the wealthy south to beg for food.

At the same time, in the northwestern territory of the Great Qian Empire, countless desperate refugees turned into bandits and rebels, plundering villages and cities everywhere, turning the northwest of the Great Qian Empire into a complete mess.

The original owner was a refugee from the northwest of the Great Qian Empire who wanted to head to the wealthy southern regions to find food.

However, before he could even leave the northwest, he was forcibly conscripted by Prince Zhenbei's army and became a militia cannon fodder.

"This world is too chaotic. Trying to survive here for ten years and obtain ten thousand taels of gold is simply too difficult!"

After learning about the situation of the Great Qian Empire, Yang Juncheng sighed inwardly.

In a country like the Great Qian Empire, which had entered the end of its Dynasty, for a militia cannon fodder to want to survive for ten years was a complete pipe dream.

And for a militia cannon fodder to want to obtain ten thousand taels of gold was an even wilder delusion!

One must know that in the Great Qian Empire, gold was the highest Rank of currency.

One tael of gold could be exchanged for one hundred taels of silver, or ten thousand copper coins.

And a single copper coin could buy one wotou.

A militia cannon fodder had no military pay and could only eat two meals a day, with each meal consisting of two wotou and a bowl of wild vegetable soup. To want to obtain ten thousand taels of gold—if that wasn't a delusion, what was?

However, Yang Juncheng was no ordinary militia cannon fodder; he was a reincarnator with the cultivation and strength of the Law Realm.

Although Yang Juncheng's current body had no cultivation at all,

and this world did not allow one to Cultivate the Spells and Divine Abilities of the Xuanhuang Great World,

this world did have Body Cultivators. Yang Juncheng could entirely Cultivate some Body Refining Cultivation Techniques to increase his strength and make himself a powerful Body Cultivator.

"Prompt: In the game world, you can only Cultivate the Cultivation Techniques of the game world, and cannot Cultivate any Cultivation Techniques from the outside world!"

Just as Yang Juncheng conceived the idea of cultivating a Body Refining Cultivation Technique, a crisp prompt sounded in his mind, causing him to frown slightly. He immediately canceled his plan and prepared to find a way to obtain a Cultivation Technique of the game world to Cultivate.

"Are you done eating? Those who are done, hurry over and collect your weapons!"

"Weapons are limited in number! First come, first served!"

A quarter of an hour later, elite soldiers clad in fine armor and holding fine steel weapons pushed carts loaded with tattered weapons and equipment into the Militia Battalion, shouting loudly.

Hearing the shouts of those elite soldiers, the militia members of the Militia Battalion immediately stood up and rushed toward the carts.

Yang Juncheng, who was contemplating his future, also stood up immediately upon hearing the soldiers' shouts and ran toward the carts.

According to the original owner's memories, whenever the Militia Battalion distributed weapons and equipment, it meant a battle was imminent.

If one failed to grab any weapons or equipment, the mortality rate would be too high.

Of course, even if one did manage to grab weapons and equipment, the mortality rate was still extremely high.

However, the chance of survival with weapons and equipment far exceeded that without them.

Soon, Yang Juncheng ran to a cart. Seeing that there weren't many weapons left on it, he didn't bother to choose and quickly snatched a spear and a square shield.

Meanwhile, the other militia members also quickly reached out to take the remaining weapons from the carts.

Within moments, the weapons and equipment on the carts were completely snatched up. Many of the late-arriving militia members could only stare at the empty carts and sigh.

Seeing this, some of the physically robust militia members began to cast their eyes on those who had managed to grab weapons and equipment.

Soon, a robust militia member set his sights on the thin and small Yang Juncheng.

"Kid, hand over the spear and shield in your hands, or else I'll cripple you!"

The robust militia member quickly walked up to Yang Juncheng and threatened loudly, his face full of Evil Qi.

Prince Zhenbei's army did not treat the people of the Militia Battalion as human beings at all.

As long as there was no large-scale massacre in the Militia Battalion, the Zhenbei Army would not interfere at all.

Therefore, upon seeing the robust man's actions, the nearby soldiers of Prince Zhenbei not only did not step forward to stop him, but instead folded their arms and showed amused smiles.