"The Yuanjia Village was looted by those bearded men again. They came with dozens of people to destroy our village!"
"Disasters are raging, God is unfair!"
"What's the use of complaining about others? Could it be that if you say this, God will open his eyes and let all those cunning villains go to Huangquan Road? No, after all, this world is dominated by fists. I have the butcher's knife in my hand, and I own the world."
"Hey, young people, if you are free, please help and let everyone leave this place quickly, otherwise, the butcher's knife is coming, but no matter who you are, all things are equal under the butcher's knife!"
The powerful charlatans originally planned to become the light of the right path, but in the end, they all became devils and executioners who enslaved all living beings. The brave men who slew the dragons became brand new dragons, generation after generation.
Over and over again, the cycle continues.
Human history is a repeater, and this is true in any era.
They have always been extremely cruel to their fellow tribesmen, so many young and middle-aged people organized the old and young to hide in the safe caves prepared before, and arranged a retreat. They themselves cooperated with the troops on the front line, preparing to divert the enemy's attention and allow everyone to fight for it.
A chance to survive.
Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, they will go on, even if it means paving the way with their own lives.
"How is the situation at the front? I saw wolf smoke everywhere before. It seems that there are a lot of people coming. They are bastards who bully the weak and are afraid of the strong. They don't dare to bully the government agencies. Instead, they come to bully the old, weak and sick like us.
Being disabled, what kind of ability is that?"
"Humph, it's useless for you to say this. Do you know that there are many experts in the government offices, and there are garrison troops everywhere, gathered here. Once they dare to go, it will be rebellion, which is a serious crime to kill the nine tribes. Who are they?
Dare to do it? If they really dare to do it, they will not be the bandits now, but the princes above the temple."
"Those who steal the country will be martyred, and those who steal the hook will be punished! This is the great road of heaven and earth, and the great road of human race."
Some of the old people in the village are literate, know the history of the human race, and understand the principles behind it.
In such troubled times, thoughts are always expanded and eclectic.
Therefore, the minds of all living beings are very active, unlike rotten trees with no opinions and ideas of their own.
People of the younger generation are very bloody. For them, killing is no big deal. It is just a person and a head. Who is afraid of whom?
The sword has no eyes, so it is impossible to turn around and become a prince today.
All the men were strong-willed men, with a kind of indomitable courage conceived in their chests. They stared at the ferocious bandits riding on the tall horses outside without any fear in their eyes.
At this moment, they were all ready to die generously.
Rest until death.
When the battle comes, the autumn wind is bleak, and there is a kind of generous and tragic feeling that the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the heroes are gone and never come back.
"If today's matter can be resolved peacefully, then it is necessary to give up some money. If the money is gone, you can earn it again, but if your lives are gone, what will happen to the old people and children behind you? Do you want them to starve to death?
No? So, don’t take action unless you absolutely have to.”
As a veteran, the village chief has unimaginable authority and prestige in this place. He looked around at the people around him and said, "Did you hear that? Tell me something."
"clear!"
The young strong man gritted his teeth, and there seemed to be a kind of suppressed anger in his eyes. He had nowhere to vent, and he turned his head away, unwilling to see the humiliating scene in front of him.
"Hey, if I had the chance to become a human, how could I be willing to be a dog?"
The old village chief thought so.
"Everyone inside, listen to me. This year's tax will be increased to eight cents. If we don't pay, we will massacre the village and kill people today, and the mountains and rivers will be washed with blood."
The gangsters, who were running as fast as the wind, stayed outside the village. There were dozens of people, all of whom were strong and powerful, all of them were Jianghu people who had practiced the skills of traveling through rivers and lakes.
The gathering of these people together was quite extraordinary, giving everyone a feeling of overwhelming weight, unable to free themselves, and even their own breathing became a little unsmooth.
The man who had some thoughts before, but when he saw the tough gangsters outside, his muscles softened, his legs trembled, and he was speechless.
"They are all Jianghu people who have practiced martial arts! We are no match at all."
The old village chief has extraordinary knowledge. He used to be a head catcher in the government yamen and has hunted down many Jianghu people. Therefore, he can see clearly and understand in his mind that with the few people they have now, they simply cannot deal with these people.
What a big impact guys.
After all, they have not received professional training, and they do not have an invincible military god at their command. How can they defeat the strong with the weak and hunt down the Jianghu people with mortals?
This is like using children to fight against mountains, it is destined to be a one-sided massacre.
"Old village chief, you can't agree to the 80% tax! If we really pay the 80% tax, at least half or more of the people in our village will starve to death this year. By then, we will go from house to house, wearing sackcloth and mourning
, how can you bear it?" A strong man couldn't help but burst into tears. He was originally a passionate man, but because of worries in his heart, he could not act arbitrarily. He could only become a human being and a dog in the eyes of others.
A dog, a dog that can be crushed to death easily.
This kind of mentality is really intolerable and unacceptable to everyone.
Let me ask, how can a passionate man endure such humiliation?
Among these people who starve to death are destined to be their relatives and their friends. When the time comes, who will not be afraid of three points?
Everyone was like this. The old village chief also sighed slightly, looked at the people outside and said, "Master, can you be more accommodating and follow the practice of previous years?"
"Hmph! If we follow the practice of old age, we will all have to drink the northwest wind."
Zhuang Bi, the leader of the ruthless bandits, stared at the people standing on the wall of the village with an indifferent expression and said: "I will give you one stick of incense to think about it. If you still don't agree after one stick of incense, then let's stop."
Blame us for being ruthless!”
"Come here, bring the sacrifice."
After that, the people around him took out the bag hanging on the saddle of the horse and threw it to the flag bearer who was holding the flag. He opened the bag and took out the head of the village chief of the next village and hung it on the flag, giving everyone a strong pressure.
"That's the old village head of Fengjia Village."
The old villager recognized this person's identity at a glance. He stared at the head and looked at the bandits outside, his teeth filled with hatred. If he had been hunting for heads back then, he would probably pull out his sword now and attack these bandits.
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"Since ancient times, chivalrous men have used force to break the ban. It seems to be true!" said the old teacher.
"What do we do?"
Everyone looked at each other in shock. They had never expected that these bandits were so vicious. They would kill them when they were told. It was simply ruthless.