Chapter Thirty-fifth: Young Master Zhu's Soldiers Follow-up)
The blade cut across, blood spattered, and a soldier's head flew up... This guy still couldn't believe that someone would actually fight to protect the villagers.
Isn't this just a group of lambs? We are all here to eat meat, why risk our lives?
It's a pity that no one will answer his questions for him. The rebels' horse hooves stepped on his body and rushed to the next target.
These cavalry participated in the attack on Zichuan County and were trained by Zhu Yiyuan. Although their tactical level did not improve much, their morale was quite high.
There is no politeness in the face of this group of shameless people who only bully the people.
They waved their weapons again and again and hunted with abandon.
The officers and soldiers broke into the village easily and were already immersed in killing and looting, making it chaotic.
Facing the attack by the rebels, they were caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties.
At this moment, Zhu Yiyuan and his infantry also came up to kill them.
He is not really weak, but because of his initial jumping into the well and his physical weakness, Zhu Yiyuan was always behind him. Recently, his physical strength has improved a lot, and he can easily carry a person for more than ten miles on his back.
This time he held a knife and rushed forward together with the soldiers.
Looking at the village with flames soaring into the sky and screams incessant, Zhu Yiyuan took a deep breath. The next second, he raised the knife in his hand high and roared loudly.
"I serve as a soldier to protect the land and the people!"
The rebel soldiers immediately followed and roared angrily.
"I serve as a soldier to protect the land and the people!"
“Protect the land and protect the people!”
"kill!"
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Liu Bao brought 300 advance troops, and Zhu Yiyuan brought dozens of people. In terms of military strength, they were even slightly less than the officers and soldiers, but at the moment everyone ignored these, they just wanted to kill all these things that were inferior to beasts.
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Zhu Yiyuan also felt that there was a fire burning in his heart. He had somehow arrived in this world, was being targeted, and almost became a puppet.
After finally surviving, he had to face the Qing Dynasty entering the customs.
He wanted to go to the Yimeng Mountains, but he clashed with the Kong family as soon as he started.
Those villagers would rather endure the exploitation of the Kong family than listen to him... What's wrong with me, is it so difficult to do something?
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Zhu Yiyuan waved the knife in his hand again and again, piercing the cold blade into the Qing army's body. The splash of blood and the dying cry stimulated Zhu Yiyuan's nerves.
In this damn world, it seems that the only way to achieve peace is to keep raising your sword and kill all enemies.
There was no one in front of Zhu Yiyuan. It turned out that he and the soldiers around him had already killed through the village.
At this moment, Zhu Yiyuan's legs were trembling and his arms were numb, as if they did not belong to him. Standing there, he was panting. He was still too weak. He could only be beaten a little.
Fortunately, they encountered the Green Camp of Laiwu, and they were busy looting, so Zhu Yiyuan killed them happily.
Looking up, there are still rebels chasing the Qing army, and there are also young and strong villagers, holding wooden sticks and farm tools, and filled with resentment, joining the ranks of besieging the Qing army.
Among these people, Huang Ying is the only one who is almost crazy.
He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his skills are better than ordinary people. Most importantly, he is ashamed and angry in his heart, with overwhelming anger.
It was obviously his father who wanted to plot against Zhu Yiyuan and use the rebel army to change his future.
However, he failed to harm anyone and was massacred by the army instead.
In the end, the rebels had to come to save him, and Huang Ying no longer knew what to say... He could only vent his anger on the Qing army.
The battle lasted for almost two hours, and of the nearly five hundred Qing troops, less than half managed to escape alive.
The rebels and villagers cleaned the battlefield together and counted the dead and injured.
One by one, the corpses were carried over and piled into a hill.
The villagers who were lucky enough to escape came to look for their relatives.
At this moment, a "dead corpse" moved, and the villagers came over in a hurry, and it turned out to be Mr. Huang.
There was a long knife mark, from the cheek, through the chest, to the soft ribs.
The skin and flesh were turned out and dripping with blood, which was shocking to see.
However, this wound did not cause fatal damage. He just fainted temporarily. After waiting for such a long time, he came back to life.
But for Huang Shunren, he would rather die than have to suffer this torture.
At this moment, Huang Ying ran over, saw her dazed father, and shouted loudly.
"Dad, Qing Gou has brought disaster to the whole village! Dozens of villagers have been killed."
Upon hearing this, Huang Shunren's pupils shrank and he couldn't help but cough.
Huang Ying quickly hugged his father, and after a while, Huang Shunren recovered.
"What's going on? Who saved us? Is it the officers and soldiers? Did they make a mistake?" Huang Shunren's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was a drowning man desperately grabbing straws.
"No, it's Mr. Zhu, it's the rebels. The rebels saved us. The officers and soldiers only kill the common people." Huang Ying couldn't help it anymore and roared back at his father.
Huang Shunren was silent for a moment, then suddenly became even crazier, "No, no, it must be thieves, they must have used tricks. How could the emperor of Shengtian kill his own people? No, absolutely not..."
At this time, Huang Shunren was already a little crazy.
Do you think he really didn't know what was going on?
From the moment he took the initiative to go out of the village to greet him, but was stabbed head-on by the officers and soldiers, and almost lost his life, it became clear that the officers and soldiers were here to massacre the people.
But he was unwilling to believe this, because in his opinion, the emperor was always wise and always loved the people.
Regardless of whether the emperor is the Ming Dynasty, Dashun, or the Qing Dynasty, the emperor is the emperor, and the government is the government... Although reality slaps him in the face again and again, he is stubborn and would rather die than believe it.
Facing this kind of person, the only thing you can do is to be clean and tidy and shatter any illusions he has.
Several rebel soldiers took a Qing army commander up.
"Kneel down!"
This man had several wounds on his body, some of which were still bleeding.
"Why do you attack people and massacre villages?"
He lowered his head and didn't want to speak.
The rebel soldier pressed the knife to his neck and said, "Speak!"
The boss was stunned for a moment, and could only say helplessly: "The villagers are richer than thieves, and they are easier to beat."
Although the sound was not loud, it was no less than a thunderclap, and it fell in Huang Shunren's ears.
This was what the captured officers and soldiers said. They had been preparing to attack the villagers for a long time.
I don’t have the courage to suppress bandits, but I have the courage to make a fortune by killing good people and taking credit for their merits by suppressing bandits. Not only do I have the courage, but I also have the courage to do so!
Huang Shunren, who was greatly stimulated, suddenly shouted, opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of old blood, fell into coma again, and did not wake up.
The sky brightened, the clouds cleared and the fog cleared. After counting, a total of seventy-five villagers were killed. In addition, more than thirty women were bullied by the Qing army, and dozens of houses were burned down.
In less than one night, the situation changes.
The villagers who had narrowly escaped death faced their homes in disarray, and something called anger was burning.
Huang Ying dragged his father's body and buried it in a hurry. He did not shed a single tear.
"To take revenge, we must join the rebel army and fight the Tatars to the end."
The frightened old people lost several old friends, but they still did not want to bear the reputation of being thieves.
"Huang Ying, as you said when your father was alive, a thief is a thief..."
"So he's dead!" Huang Ying roared angrily, like an angry wolf, which frightened several old people and immediately shut their mouths.
Other young people in the village also stood up. After experiencing the baptism of life and death, they no longer hesitated.
If we had gotten rid of these crippled and conservative old people earlier, joined the rebel army earlier, and had the ability to protect the land and the people earlier, maybe so many relatives would not have died.
"Master Zhu, accept us!"
Huang Ying took the lead and begged Zhu Yiyuan to allow them to join the rebel army.
Zhu Yiyuan looked at them silently, and did not agree immediately, but said lightly: "Go and bury the corpses of those Qing soldiers properly."
Huang Ying suddenly raised her head and said in shock: "Master Zhu, they have killed so many villagers and done so many bad things. They should throw their bodies outside."
Zhu Yiyuan walked among these young and strong villagers and said in a low voice: "My soldiers are not a group of reckless men who only want to take revenge. We want to bury the Qing court and this cannibalistic world!" This chapter has been completed!
