"We are blacksmiths, carpenters, shoemakers, tailors, cooks, coolies, and slaves. We may seem different, but we are all human beings, and we all want to live. But even with such a pitiful request, we cannot be satisfied.
When they need us, the nobles will bring evil servants and hunting dogs, grab swords and whips, and drive us to work for them. When we are not needed, those nobles want us to die, far away, and silently.
interest."
Zhou Qingfeng stood on the wooden box and shouted, and Wilson underneath organized someone to bring a stretcher over. There were two shriveled corpses on the stretcher, one big and one small, a mother and son hugging each other.
"Look, look, this is the fate of the poor, this is your fate. Being poor is a sin. You can't even let the nobles see you, because it will stain their eyes."
The bodies of the poor mother and son were slowly carried through the crowd, and everyone who saw them shed tears, even tears. This successfully aroused the emotions of the hungry people, who were too miserable and humble.
"This damn world is so unfair. I can't accept it. It's completely unacceptable. I have to break it!"
Zhou Qingfeng stood on the big wooden box, waving his hands or making fists, scolding Fang Qiu. He spoke out the deepest pain in the hearts of the hungry people with extremely contagious words. His words hit the nail on the head and made the hungry people who listened burst into tears.
.
More and more people came on the streets, one thousand, two thousand or three thousand. In order to squeeze in more people, the walls on the roadside were demolished.
Countless people came swarming in the hope of being able to speak separately. But when they heard the speech transmitted through the amplification technique, even the smallest hearts couldn't help but burst out with powerful power.
"I know what you want, a piece of moldy black bread, a backbreaking job, and a hut where you can stay. That's enough. You have no other luxury.
But have you got it? No! You can't even get this little hope. I just want to ask, you have nothing and you are about to lose your life. What else do you have to be afraid of? What cannibalism laws do you still need to abide by?
Legal?
Come on, see what I did? How did I get food and drink? How did I hold my head high? How did I have freedom and dignity? Because I fought hard!"
Zhou Qingfeng's voice ranged from excited to impassioned and even hysterical. He drew out his long sword, raised it high into the sky, and tried to roar as loud as possible so that everyone present could hear it. Behind him, a dazzling red flag appeared, fluttering in the wind.
A huge skeletal horse jumped onto the big wooden box and carried Zhou Qingfeng high. The red flag was passed to his hand and he waved it non-stop. Under the waving red flag, the plane channel opened, and hot lava rocks were transported one after another.
come over.
The heat wave was rolling, making the hungry people who were watching and listening to the speech feel warmer, and their hearts were also burning. The guards loaded the lava rocks in large baskets, and kept transporting them to distant places to drive away the cold wind and let more people
People feel the heat.
Along with the baskets, there were buckets of diluted stamina potions.
Wilson led the craftsmen to carry wooden barrels and distribute them to the hungry people in big bowls. They shouted: "Come, have a drink. Follow Victor Hugo, and we will not starve."
Even if it is diluted a hundred times, after drinking the physical strength potion refined by Zhou Qingfeng, the spicy energy that makes you sweat profusely is still there. Although the effect is reduced from two or three days to one or two hours, it is enough.
After drinking the potion, everyone felt a surge of pride as they cursed, and their anger was immediately aroused to the fullest. Their red faces were all eager to do something and vent their anger.
After the plane passage, the succubus Medais looked at the back of Zhou Qingfeng waving the red flag strangely. This was not the first time it saw this kid acting weird, but it could see new tricks every time.
"Victor Hugo, what are you doing?" The succubus has lived for countless years, but has never seen such strange things. "Are you celebrating mass? What a strange mass. Are those your followers?"
"You don't understand, I'm making a revolution." Zhou Qingfeng didn't even look back, still acting as a mascot waving the red flag on Ji Ying's back, "Get me more lava rocks, revolution needs a fiery atmosphere, God
It’s not okay if it’s too cold.”
Lava rocks are free, and you can get as much as you want. One green crystal serves as freight, and the succubus can transport as much as a mountain to Zhou Qingfeng.
Drinking the potion and roasting the lava, the almost frozen hungry people soon felt refreshed and energetic. The words of the man on the wooden box were so nice, how could you not believe them?
Zhou Qingfeng also struck while the iron was hot, and the enthusiasm he aroused could not be extinguished. So
"Bring torches, let's go find those noble gentlemen to settle accounts. Burn their mansions, their houses, their homes, and let them cry in the cold wind like us."
Zhou Qingfeng shouted, and the Holy Light Network linked all the craftsmen participating in the revolution. Wilson and others formed groups of five, and each group gathered about ten times the number of hungry people, took torches, and headed for various parts of the city.
The hungry people who participated in the revolution only felt that there were people in front of them and behind them. Their hearts were burning and their whole bodies were warm, and they followed the team unknowingly.
The hungry people were originally driven like ants to the corners of the city to fend for themselves, but now they came out full of resentment. They knew the city and the streets, and they numbered in the tens of thousands. Once organized, they were like mercury pouring down the ground, pervasive.
The total number of nobles, knights, wizards and attendants in the city is less than 2,000. On weekdays, they are just some evil servants of the powerful and powerful, wielding swords and guns to show off their power.
Seeing the hungry people pouring in from all directions, the servants who maintained order on the streets immediately turned around and ran away, crying to their masters. Just like this, more than a dozen fire spots appeared in the city.
The north wind blows all year round in Hanfeng City, and the weather is dry. Once a fire breaks out, it will be extremely harmful. Because of the fear of fire, a large number of firewalls and fire isolation belts have been built in the city, fearing that a large area will be burned.
But Wilson and others are craftsmen in the city, and they know very well where to light fires for the best effect. They lead the way and set fires everywhere. Basically, if the fire starts here, it will instantly burst into the sky and spread quickly to an area.
On the other end, Old Long Legs had just finished mobilizing. He united the military nobles in the city to unite with him and first kill Victor Hugo who came to visit him. But he was full of confidence as soon as he left the house.
"According to the plan, we surrounded Lehman's mansion in three groups. The barbarians came out of the black forest. They had never seen a bustling city before. They must be looting everywhere. We took advantage of their distraction and hit them hard from behind.
"
Old Longlegs was so excited that he rode on horseback and exchanged fists with each other, shouting fiercely: "As long as Victor Hugo is destroyed, we can counterattack the Black Forest and take down the Elf Ruins. Everyone can make a fortune!"
Thinking about the future, Old Longlegs burst out laughing. But instead of waiting for the echoing laughter of dozens of key subordinates, he saw inexplicably frightened faces.
"What are you looking at?" Old Longlegs turned around and saw a fire shining not far away. Before he could react, one of his knights shouted sharply: "That's my house, my house is on fire."
Whoa, boom, boom, boom!
The knight whose house was on fire did not even bother to say goodbye to Old Longlegs, and left the team with his horse under his belly, taking with him a dozen armed attendants under his command.
"Isn't it just that the house is on fire? It's really un-noble." Lao Changji frowned and had no time to scold this bad behavior of ignoring the leadership. He could only wave his hand and shouted: "Follow me, go and put it out."
"Fire!" The sharp cry rang out again, and another knight, sweating anxiously, shouted: "My house, the one on fire over there is my house."
Hula la, another group of people left without saying goodbye.
Is there any mistake?
Old Changshan was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother, but as the city caught fire more and more, the fires roared in the wind, and the smoke became bigger and bigger. The aristocratic district in the city was ablaze, and the knights around him were all on fire.
Leaving screaming.
More than a dozen fires were burning, and there were more than 200 people missing from Old Longlegs. Now even if he was stupid, he understood that there was a reason. Someone was definitely setting the fire on purpose. As for who it was, who else could it be?
In front of the city lord's palace, Lao Changshan looked at the team that was half missing and the restless morale of the remaining team, knowing that the people he had finally gathered together were scattered in the blink of an eye.
"Victor Hugo, this wolf bastard is so vicious. How dare he set fire to the city? I'm going to fight him!"