Conquer the World at the End of Ming Dynasty

Li Jian was lying on the broken straw mat in the village. This was already the fifth hilltop he had moved to. Every time he was killed by officers and soldiers as soon as he settled down. The eldest brothers changed like a revolving door, either died in battle or were captured. Only he, the "Fuhu", survived until now. "It's really evil." Li Jian touched his chin and said to himself. His experience of traveling between various villages over the years has made him very familiar with the tactics of the government and the army. Every time before officers and soldiers launched an encirclement and suppression campaign, he could always detect clues from the smallest details. Li Jian's thoughts became clearer and clearer. He remembered the desperate eyes of the beheaded brothers before they died, and the cries of the women in the village when they were insulted by the officers and soldiers. An inexplicable anger surged in his chest. "Why?" Li Jian sat up abruptly, "Those elder brothers who only know how to eat, drink, whore, and gamble can be village leaders, why can't I?" He thought of the countless historical novels he had read in his previous life. Monks can be emperors, why can't he, a modern man? Li Jian walked to the corner, where there were piles of dry food and weapons that he had secretly saved. He touched the cold handle of the knife and suddenly smiled. "The monk sat in the Dragon Court, why can't the bandit?" Once this thought came up, it grew like a weed. He thought of those brothers who were forced to go to jail by the government, and the desire flashing in their eyes. Li Jian lay back on the straw mat and looked at the holes in the roof. He whispered to himself: "Since God asked me to travel here, I can't come here in vain." Thinking of this, he took out the modern lighter hidden close to his body and made a spark in the darkness.