In the early morning snow and fog, there was the sound of killing. The gate that had been closed in the past had long been opened, and countless warriors with pennisetum tied to their arms were fighting and killing in the city, and those fighting them were the private soldiers of the local nobles.
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Pennisetum is an extremely common weed in the wild. It is resistant to cold and heat, dryness and humidity. It is not afraid of insect pests and resists lodging. It is the most humble and tenacious weed and can be trampled by livestock and wheels.
But now, the warriors with these weeds as rings and tied between their arms have started a rebellion.
"Who are you working for!" the warrior holding a hatchet roared, and the red paint on his face made him powerful and terrifying.
"Is it for the nobles who took away everyone's food and abused your wife and children?" The heavy ax hit the shield, splashing debris from the missile, which made people feel pain.
"Why should you listen to them? Don't you want to live for yourself?" The heavy ax struck in the air again, breaking the protruding spear head, and the sound of metal collision sounded in the street from time to time.
Facing these private soldiers of the nobles who had formed a formation to resist on the street, a flurry of flying axes struck down and struck into the iron-covered helmets, taking away the silently resisting figures one by one.
"Idiot! Bitch! You black pigs from the mountains!" the guard captain who led the team laughed angrily.
"What the hell are you talking about in your sleep?"
"Your Excellency, the Viscount, gave me money to support my family and live a comfortable life. Only you good-for-nothing stinky pigs are the only ones that no one wants, do you understand!?"
"Fire arrows for me!" The crossbow machine behind him bounced, and the powerful crossbows shot out arrows one after another, engulfing the bodies of the unarmored warriors in front of them, and they fell down like hedgehogs.
"Ahhhh!" Looking at their dead comrades, the soldiers behind them also had red eyes. They held up makeshift wooden shields, wildly fanned away the oncoming arrows, and charged forward quickly.
The opportunity was fleeting. Before the crossbowmen behind could reload, these bare-armed warriors roared and jumped forward. The heavy axes struck head-on, creating a cracking depression on the head of the guard on the opposite side.
The other party fell down unwillingly.
"Shit!" the guard captain wearing a round steel helmet cursed, and pulled out the steel sword from his waist. The sword blade left a pale afterimage in the air, directly slicing off the head of the oncoming warrior.
Splashes of blood sprinkled on the guards who were facing the battle. The warm blood melted the frost mist on the armor, flowed down the shoulders and body, and stained the lining of the mail red.
"Zhuo En!"
In the chaotic street, a strong man jumped from the roof next to him. The swinging hammer knocked down the guard below like a Japanese melon. He roared and rushed towards the captain of the guard, shouting his name.
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"House." The captain looked straight at the man in front of him, his voice gritted.
"You are the one who forged weapons for them, you idiot!" As he spoke, the sharp sword suddenly thrust out with him.
The hammer and sword blade crossed each other, and in the flash of lightning, the warrior's fur shirt was torn directly, a long and narrow hole was torn open in his chest, and even the bones could be vaguely seen.
Seeing that the opponent was still trying to struggle, the guard captain swept across with his sword. With the blessing of the extraordinary professional, the sword blade directly cut through the hard hammer handle and took away the opponent's weapon.
Then there was the sound of bones breaking. The captain stepped forward quickly and kicked House on the knee, making the other party kneel down unwillingly.
"Do you think this is still a child!? Brother House." There was anger and ridicule in his tone. He looked at the neighbor next door whom he admired when he was a child, and kicked him again, causing the bones of the other knee to break.
Sitting paralyzed on the ground.
"Of course I know! You're such a lucky kid." House stood on the ground with a hoarse voice. He grabbed the broken tip of a gun and plunged it into the opponent's thigh, causing blood to flow.
In pain, Zhuo En frowned, pressed the opponent's head with one hand, and stabbed back with the sword in his other hand, directly penetrating the opponent's body from the back.
At this point, House, who was kneeling on the ground, also knew that he didn't have much time. Regardless of the long sword stuck in his body, he hugged the nearby enemy with both hands and fell forward with a roar, causing Zhuo En's back to be hit hard.
On the ground, he immediately grabbed the opponent's throat with both hands and bumped him head first.
Amidst the subtle cracking of bones, thick blood foam overflowed from the mouth of the guard captain, and the guards at the back finally arrived. Amidst the shouts, long spears were inserted into the strong man riding on Zhuo En's back, and the strong man was killed.
He is dressed as a hedgehog.
After that, the spear was pulled out from his body, and blood flowed down like spring water. The extremely strong warrior slowly fell down, no longer alive. His hand loosened slightly, and the captain under him was also struggling with coughing up blood.
Then came the suffocation.
"Why...why..." Blood clogged his throat and filled his lungs, making him miserable as he looked at the familiar figure in front of him.
Isn't it good to live an honest life? Why would you do such a murderous thing? You know, you were my idol when I was a child.
Zhuo En struggled and twisted on the ground, and then his consciousness gradually blurred. In a trance, he saw the scene from his childhood again.
At that time, he and his friends were running in the fields behind House.
"Brother House, can you make me a hoop? There is one in Hanno next door. I roll it around in front of my house every day. I'm so envious."
"No problem, little Zhuo En, let's see your brother House do the best for you and make everyone envious, haha."
In the fields with wild grass, several children shouted excitedly. They chased the dragonflies in the sunset, forgetting the time to go home.
There's no going back.
Amid the gradually blurring pain, everything finally ushered in darkness, and Zhuo En also fell silent surrounded by guards, his body motionless.
"Captain Zhuo En!" The guards shouted sadly to the commander who treated them well, and in the chaotic streets, the two parties were still fighting endlessly.
"Bang!"
With a burst of fierce fire, someone detonated the explosives that had been prepared before and blew open the castle door. Then red-eyed soldiers rushed in one after another, bound to catch the viscount hiding inside.
Why, in this cold winter, you can enjoy warm wine and delicacies in the castle, but some people have to hold the remaining dregs and die of hunger in the cold winter.
Why, you have never done anything good to everyone, and you can enjoy such a comfortable life, while some people have to work hard all their lives and live like stiff and numb animals.
Why, you can stand high and take away everything they have, but if you question it at all, it will be a heinous crime, ridicule and insult, which will make people feel ashamed.
Why is this world so ugly and human nature is so greedy and unsatisfied? It is like a treacherous beast that sucks the marrow of others and treats people cruelly like animals.
If the gods cannot punish you, then I will turn into a devil and return this torture and pain to you.
Amidst the sharp metal collisions, these warriors screamed crazily. They rushed into the luxurious and elegant castle, dumped candles, tore cloths, hacked away the luxuriously dressed figures, and rushed towards the final destination through flames and pools of blood.
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The pain is so real, it tortures the anxious heart, making people lose their calmness, fear, and all restraints, just to vent the accumulated resentment.
You thought it would be noble innovation and creation, but the reality is that the resentment and anger suppressed to the extreme are like raging beasts, breaking through barriers wantonly and returning pain to the world.
And scenes like this finally began to take place in the southern border.
The massive taxation before the war, the compensation and price for failure after the war, the salaries provided to the legions, and the enjoyment expenses of the nobles were like bloody blades, cutting on the bodies of those at the bottom again and again. And I want these nobles to
It is absolutely impossible to share the treasures and wealth collected in one's own castle.
‘This is something sacred to our family, how can we share it with the bugs under our feet for no reason?’