In the thick flames, more than a dozen horse-riding cavalry and hundreds of infantrymen were galloping in a farm. They kept driving a famous farmer out of the farm. Anyone who walked slightly slower, regardless of gender, age, would be whipped and scolded by the cavalry, and would even be killed mercilessly by them if they resisted.

"Dad, hurry up. If the officers and soldiers are slow, they will really kill people!"

"Why? This is the place where Lord Yang resettled us refugees. Why did the officers and soldiers burn our houses and rob our things? Why?"

A gray-haired old man staggered behind many men, women, young and old, with his young and old under his young son. Behind them were dozens of infantrymen constantly scolding them.

"Just because they have a knife in their hands!" The young son helplessly comforted his father.

"I hate it so much." Looking at the house that had been swallowed by thick smoke and flames, shed tears of regret. "I shouldn't have stopped you when Lord Yang recruited soldiers last time. If I hadn't stopped you, maybe you would have been in the army under Lord Yang for food now."

"Dad, whisper, it's bad if the officers and soldiers behind him hear it." The son beside him said in the old man's ear with some anxiety.

"What are you afraid of? I won't let me say it." The old man who fled from Shandong was also stubborn. He pointed to the officers and soldiers behind him who were constantly driving him with swords and guns and shouted: "Look at how these people are still like our Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers. They are simply a group of bandits!"

"Oh, my dear father, I beg you, just say less!"

Hearing his father's voice, the louder the voice became. The young man was so anxious that sweat beads oozed out of his forehead. Just as he was trying to say something, two battalions next to him, holding spears and swords, walked over sternly. One officer and soldier pointed the spear at the old man with a spear and said sternly: "Okay, you are immortal. How dare you say we are bandits. It seems that you are impatient!"

Seeing two officers and soldiers coming over, the young man quickly stood in front of his father and begged: "Jun Junjun, my father is just talking, he has no other intention!"

"Go to your mother!" The spearman did not listen to his explanation. He had a fierce light in his eyes. He stepped forward and kicked the young man to the ground. Then he stabbed the spear in his hand towards the old man. He heard a scream, and the head of the spear with a cold light pierced into the old man's chest. When the head of the spear was pulled out, a stream of blood also spurted out.

"father"

Looking at his father lying in a pool of blood, the young man let out a sad cry and was about to rush over to support him. The spearman who killed the old man stepped forward two more steps. He looked at the young man who was holding the old man and cried bitterly and said with a grim smile: "Little bastard, since you are so reluctant to part with your father, I will send you two fathers and sons to reunite!"

"You bastards, I'll fight with you!" Looking at the father who was dying in a pool of blood, the young man's eyes turned red. The father who put down his arms rushed towards the two battalions, but he was unarmed, and he was the opponent of the two officers and soldiers. Before he could pounce over, a cold spearhead stabbed into his right chest and stabbed him to the ground.

"Wang Laoba, hurry up!" The officers and soldiers holding the long swords quickly stepped forward and urged impatiently, "The brothers next to them are getting benefits. Why are you slutty with such muddy legs?"

"Kill all the beasts!"

"kill"
Chapter completed!