Endless Winter: My Camp Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 473 Meticulous Preparations, Ruthless Clerks, and the Uprising Begins
On the 27th day of the tenth month in the 299th year of the Caiqiu calendar, at midnight
North of Qingwu Village, there is still the basement of that house.

"Clang, clang, bang..."

More than thirty masked men in black entered one after another from outside the door. Each of them carried two large black bundles. Although they walked stealthily, the crisp sound of metal blocks being struck could still be heard from inside the bundles.

"Be careful, don't alert anyone."

"What's there to be afraid of? It's the end of the millet harvest season, and Zhang Long is getting closer and closer. At this time, almost everyone in the village who can move is asleep; nobody is awake at all."

“That makes sense. We’re harvesting millet during the day and for the first two hours after nightfall, so it’s impossible for anyone to wake up. Let’s come in!”

"Put everything down."

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The middle-aged man who was in the lead put two bundles on the ground as soon as he came in. He then gestured for the others to put down their bundles and took off his mask.

The others also put down their bags and took off their masks.

The middle-aged man was none other than Hong Xicheng, the leader of the Qingwu branch of the Frost Ashes Society; the remaining 36 people were the core members of the Qingwu branch.

Hong Xicheng did not speak, but patiently opened the seventy-two bundles one by one. As the bundles were unfolded, the weapons, bows and armor inside slowly came into view.

Although there was only dim firelight inside, the brand-new weapons and armor still emitted a bright, dazzling light under its glow.

The intense light made the breathing of the thirty-seven people instantly become much heavier.

Hong Xicheng suppressed his excitement first. He took a slight breath, turned to face the crowd and said, "There are a total of 37 sets of thousand-forged armor; 20 strong bows with three-stretcher tension, and 2000 matching iron arrows; 37 ten-thousand-forged broadswords; and a total of 1000 thousand-forged swords."

Something really big is about to happen!

Upon hearing the number of weapons and armor in the bundle, the thirty-six people below all had the same thought in their minds, and their hearts began to tremble violently.

The four domains of Mo'aochuan all implemented a six-rank registration system, and the corresponding control measures for weapons and armor were extremely strict.

Leaving aside the armor, for those below the military rank, if an individual does not have an armor possession certificate and even privately possesses only one set of thousand-forged armor, it is a capital offense if discovered; if the number is more than 10 sets, not only the individual but also the entire family will be implicated; if it is more than 100 sets, the entire family will be executed.

Chen Cang referred to all strong bows with a draw weight of 1 bristle or more as "Jinlu". Since bows and arrows are essential tools for hunting, the control was slightly relaxed. Commoners and the three classes above could buy and sell them freely, but there were restrictions on the number they could possess.
The restrictions on weapons were similar to those on bows and arrows. Normally, for weapons used for keeping warm, those forged a thousand times were not a problem for ordinary civilians as long as the quantity was not too large. However, weapons forged ten thousand times were subject to restrictions. Ordinary households could have a maximum of five such weapons. If a household had more than five such weapons and did not report them to the local authorities, it would be a serious crime if discovered.

Chencang was also one of the four vassal states, so the rules were naturally similar.

These restrictions and rules reveal that among the six classes, only the commoners, soldiers, nobles, and hereditary citizens were considered normal by the ruling class of the four vassal states. The remaining slaves and those of low social status were not within their consideration.

Qingwu Village is a village of slaves. Although these people have the cultivation level of the Cold Resistance level, in the end, they are still masterless slaves registered under the jurisdiction of the local government.

They all actually possessed the thousand-forged weapons. After all, the jurisdiction relied on them to go out hunting and gathering, so it was impossible to restrict them so strictly. However, those weapons were not their private property, but were uniformly distributed by the jurisdiction. When the hunting and gathering activities were going smoothly, the jurisdiction would generally not take them back. But in special circumstances, or if they noticed something, the jurisdiction would immediately collect and take back the weapons.

In other words, the weapons and armor placed before them were definitely contraband, and if discovered by the authorities, it would be a capital offense.

In fact, when they retrieved the bundle in Windless Valley, everyone already had a general idea of ​​what was going on, but now that the gleaming weapons were right in front of them, the impact on their hearts was undoubtedly much greater.

"At this point, there's no turning back. The Qingwu branch has been developing for nearly ten years, and you 36 people are the core backbone. I, the branch leader, will now announce to you the specific steps for this uprising..."

From Hong Xicheng's slightly trembling tone, one could tell that even he, as the branch leader, was not at peace with himself.

"I will distribute these armors and weapons later, based on the number of people you previously reported."

The millet harvest season is not over yet, so the officials in charge will still summon us to the millet fields as usual tomorrow and the day after.

During the day, only those of us with the cold-weather gear can get through. There are too few of us, and if we bring even a little bit of stuff, we'll be exposed, so forget about it.

The situation is different at night. During the millet harvest, the fields need a lot of coal and stone. Every night, a large number of coal trucks will go there. When you get back, you will start to deploy. Disassemble all the weapons and armor and hide them in those coal trucks. Anyway, our own people will be transporting the coal and stone. At that time, you can secretly take out the weapons and hide them in the millet fields.

Remember, the weapons transport time is only two days, tomorrow and the day after. It must be completed within two days..."

As Hong Xicheng explained in detail the ingenious method of transporting weapons, the eyes of the crowd below lit up, and their previously uneasy mood eased considerably.

Although Hong Xicheng only mentioned the transportation of weapons, they were already able to analyze the general plan for this uprising:
The uprising took place in Lusutian on the night of October 30th.

The very choice of time and place is enough to show that this uprising was well thought out and meticulously planned.

Although they had 10,000 followers in Qingwu Village, it must be said that their strength was still far inferior to that of the local government. Therefore, it was absolutely reasonable for them to choose Lusutian as the location for their uprising.
If the uprising were to start during the day, it would be a contest of cold-resistance level. They only have 37 cold-resistance level members in total. Even if they include the young leader and two strong protectors, they have no chance of winning. Therefore, it must be at night.

The choice of October 30th was even more brilliant, as it coincided with the end of the millet harvest season. Everyone in the jurisdiction was happy to have completed this year's millet quota, which was arguably the time when they were most relaxed.

Sometimes, whether something can be accomplished depends on whether there is a thorough plan.

They may not be very strong, but they are old and have spent most of their lives in slave villages, so they have some experience.

The deployment of this weapon transport alone is brilliant. Hong Xicheng's ability to think so meticulously and thoroughly means that the matter is already half accomplished.

Meanwhile, branch leader Hong Xicheng continued speaking:

"The day after tomorrow, on the 30th, during the daytime, our group of thirty-seven will arrive at the sorghum field. We'll pretend to be busy for a bit to conserve our energy. Once everyone arrives at night, we'll gather our weapons in the field. The leader will blow five bone whistles. Everyone who hears the whistle should immediately come out and assemble, and then..."

Then, naturally, one should seek revenge for wrongs and settle scores for grievances!

Although Hong Xicheng did not finish speaking, everyone naturally understood his meaning, and a fierce glint immediately appeared in their eyes.

"These are the Courage Pills and Blood-Strengthening Pills bestowed by the headquarters..."

Hong Xicheng then took out a small bundle and took out twenty pill bottles, ten red and ten green.

"The cyan one is the Divine Might Pill, which can block all pain after taking it and lasts for one hour; the red one is the Blood Strengthening Pill, which can quickly restore depleted qi and blood. There are 1000 of each kind of pill. We have more than a thousand members at the limit of the Earth Digging Realm, so each person can get one of each."

"Our strength is already inferior to that of the local command, and after three months of harvesting grain, everyone is exhausted and depleted. So, without hesitation, on the night of the 30th, as soon as you hear the commander blow the whistle, everyone immediately take two pills. You are responsible for relaying this message; there can be no mistakes."

Hearing Hong Xicheng's solemn tone at the end, everyone's expressions became much more solemn, and they cupped their hands and replied in unison, "Your subordinate obeys!"

"Alright, that's all for tonight. Now distribute the items, and once you're done, go back and prepare immediately. Go separately and be careful!"

"Yes!"

Hong Xicheng led everyone to start dividing up the armor and medicine. He was obviously very familiar with the situation of the thirty-six groups of people, and he finished dividing them in less than a quarter of an hour.

Just as everyone was preparing to take their leave, an old man suddenly asked, "Master, what will we do after our uprising succeeds? Where will we go?"

Yup!

After the uprising succeeded, what did they do? And where did they go?
Upon hearing this question, everyone who was about to leave felt a sudden jolt of fear and turned to look at Hong Xicheng.

This meticulous and thoughtful plan has clearly given everyone hope for the success of the uprising; otherwise, they wouldn't have asked this question. But to be honest, the answer to this question is far more important than the uprising itself.

The 36 people in the room were all over forty years old, and they all had wives, children, and elderly parents. None of them were impulsive or hot-headed.

Rebellion is for the sake of escaping slavery and living a good life, not for mindlessly throwing one's life away.

If everything goes according to Hong Xicheng's plan, they will most likely succeed this time. The question is, what happens after they succeed?
Running away was out of the question; wandering aimlessly through the icy abyss with their families would be tantamount to suicide. Staying in the village was also a death sentence; not to mention the thousands of troops at the Luhe Valley camp, they would certainly not let them go…

"What do you all think we're doing this time?"

Instead of answering the questions directly, Hong Xicheng asked them a question in a heavy tone.

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally, the old man slowly spoke.

"rebel!"

"That's right, it's a rebellion..."

After Hong Xicheng finished speaking, he paused and continued, "Do you think we, the Qingwu branch, can successfully rebel?"

Everyone was stunned by his words and looked at him in confusion.

"The uprising was spearheaded by the Hekou branch. Our Qingwu branch, along with the branches in the other fourteen villages of Luhe Valley, were merely providing support!"

boom…………

Hong Xicheng's words exploded in everyone's hearts, causing their pupils to dilate and their faces to flush crimson.

There are a total of sixteen slave villages in the Luhe Valley area, all located along the western edge of Lusutian. The village with the most central location, the largest population, and the closest to the Luhe camp is called Hekou Village.

"My lord, I'll go back and prepare right away!"

"With all sixteen branches rebelling, what's there to be afraid of? Leader, I'm leaving now."

"Sixteen branch strongholds, that's over ten thousand members in total, what's there to be afraid of?"

"I will go back and prepare immediately."

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The power of numbers is an ironclad truth!
With more people, their courage immediately grows. Upon learning that all sixteen villages in the entire Luhe Valley region were participating in this uprising, and that the Hekou branch was leading the charge, the thirty-six people below instantly put aside all their concerns, got up to say goodbye, and went back to prepare.

In an instant, they stopped worrying about what would happen after they succeeded.

With so many people involved, the thousands of troops in the Luhe Valley camp were no longer afraid. Not to mention the Luhe Valley camp, even if the county town or the town investigated, what could they do?
With over 100,000 members, plus their families, the total would be at least 500,000 to 600,000.

The law does not punish the masses. No matter how ruthless or cruel the higher-ups in Yanling County and even Chencang are, they could not possibly defy public opinion and kill all 600,000 of them in one fell swoop.

The undercurrents in Qingwu Village began to surge rapidly from this point on.

On October 28th and 29th, for two consecutive days, the iron-wheeled carts transporting coal and stones from the village to Sutian slowed down a bit, and the ruts were also slightly deeper than usual. Unfortunately, these changes were so subtle that they were hard to notice.

Zhang Long, the chief supervisor, and the other eight deputy chief supervisors were basking in the joy of having met this year's sorghum quota. In previous years, they would never have paid attention to such a trivial matter as coal transportation, let alone now.

It was the 29th day of the tenth month in the 299th year of the Caiqiu calendar, in the middle of the night.

"Reporting to the steward, as of today, the total weight of sorghum in the village warehouse has reached 19422 jin, which is only 78 jin short of this year's target."

In the main building of Qingwu Village, upon hearing the data reported by his cousin, Zhang Hu, the clerk in charge of the warehouse, Zhang Long's face instantly lit up with a smile. He raised his wine cup and said loudly to the dozen or so people below, "The last 78 jin. Once it's finished tomorrow, that'll be about it. You've all worked hard these past two months. I, the chief steward, would like to toast you all as an early celebration!"

"You're too kind, Steward."

"The steward personally supervises the millet fields every day. He has worked hard and made great contributions. This cup of wine should be offered to the steward by us."

"Excellent, excellent! The steward has worked hard and made great contributions; we should be the ones respecting you!"

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Hearing the flattery from below, Zhang Long's smile deepened. Then, as if remembering something, he chuckled and said, "I've checked, and this year's millet harvest season is a little longer. I estimate we can harvest for another three days..."

We can harvest for another three days!

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so people below trembled slightly, then turned to look at Zhang Long, their eyes shining brightly.

"The quota given by the county town is 19500 catties, and it will exceed the quota by tomorrow at the latest. That is to say, the sorghum received from now on will be outside the quota."

Since it's outside the quota, it naturally doesn't need to be handed over to the county seat.

Millet is a valuable commodity; one pound can fetch over 300 taels of silver!
"Gentlemen, let's follow the usual procedure. Take 30% of the extra millet and send it to the Luhe camp. We'll divide the rest among ourselves. Whether we can manage to divide it depends on how hard you all work in these last three days..."

The expressions of the dozen or so people below immediately flickered.

"Because of those Earth-Digging Realm Limit Breakers acting as shields, the mortality rate of the Cold-Resistant Realm is not high this year; only 18 have died so far."

"But the village's digging capacity is only a little over 3 tons left. In these last three days, how much millet can they harvest with such a small number of people?"

"Then how about we call all the Earth-Digging Realm experts over for the next three days?"

Suddenly, a thin, middle-aged man in a yellow robe spoke tentatively, and instantly everyone's attention was focused on him.

"That's ruthless! No wonder Liu Zhang has amassed such a fortune!"

Upon seeing the middle-aged man in the yellow robe, everyone couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Liu Zhang is one of the eight deputy chief stewards, in charge of the second district of Qingwu Village. His cultivation has increased rapidly in recent years, and he has already reached the strength of 31. It is said that, like Chief Steward Zhang Long, he has also set up a family business in the county city.

For those of them who worked in slave villages, their fixed income was a given, with little difference between them. The biggest source of their ill-gotten gains was the slaves below them. The fact that Liu Zhang had been living so well in recent years naturally meant that he was exploiting his subordinates even more ruthlessly.

The idea that he was ruthless in exploiting those below was just speculation before, but now that he has taken the initiative to propose taking all the villagers to harvest millet, it seems to confirm that speculation.

The silence in the room was deafening. After a long period of staring at each other, someone finally took a liking to the suggestion.

"So many have already died this year, what difference will two more days make?" "Yeah! It's just a matter of a few more slaves dying."

"Not many people died at the Cold Resistance level this year. Only a little over a thousand people died at the Earth Digging Realm limit. In the end, it only lasted three days. At most, only five or six hundred people died. It shouldn't be a big problem."

"The higher-ups aren't going to investigate, so what's there to be afraid of?"

"At worst, we can increase the compensation for the deceased and reduce their quota of animal meat and blood for the coming year as compensation."

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"Alright! Let's do as Deputy Chief Steward Liu suggests."

Zhang Long made the final decision and approved it immediately.

In other words, starting tomorrow, that is, after nightfall on the 30th, all the villagers will go to harvest millet together.

"The whole village has over 15,000 people who work the land. If we take them all to harvest millet, even if each person only harvests half a stalk per day, that's still 1500 catties. We can meet the quota tomorrow. In three days, we can harvest at least 4000 catties more. At 300 taels per catty, that's 1.2 million taels of silver. Even if we give 30% to the military, we'll still have 840,000 taels left. I can get at least 60,000 to 70,000 taels..."

The dozen or so people inside were all lost in thought, calculating how much money they could get from the extra millet they had accumulated in the last three days.

As for the casualties caused by the grain harvest, they had long been forgotten and were no longer within their consideration.

As long as the various resources are handed over regularly, the county government will generally not interfere with the slave villages. They will only occasionally check the village's population, approximate cultivation level, and household registration information. This is why Zhang Long and his group dare to act so recklessly.

This year's sorghum quota was already high, so it's normal for more people to die. It's just a matter of removing the dead from the household registration books. Not to mention that the higher-ups basically don't care, even if they did care, it would just be a matter of paying some money to bribe them.

After making up their minds, Zhang Long and a group of officials quickly reached a decision.

As usual, the hundred or so slaves in the village who were equipped with the "Winter Protection" skill set went first to head to the millet fields. Zhang Long sent five deputy stewards and fifty county guards to accompany and supervise them, while he and the rest of the people stayed in the village to wait for the night to fall.

After nightfall, Liu Zhang, who had made the suggestion, gathered all the village's digging experts together and announced the decision that everyone should go and harvest millet.

Upon hearing the decision, the entire village was naturally in an uproar once again.

I thought I was finally about to make it through after almost three months of hard work, but then, just a few days before the deadline, the department pulled this stunt.

The deaths of over a thousand people at the peak of the Earth Digging Realm were not enough; now they're even targeting ordinary Earth Digging Realm cultivators like themselves.

After the uproar subsided, a storm was inevitable.

Two months ago, the decision to send people from the Digging Realm to harvest millet only affected more than 4,000 people, yet it caused quite a stir; this time, the decision affects more than 15,000 people.

Unfortunately, this incident was exactly what Zhang Long had anticipated.

Fifty fully armed county guards, three deputy commanders, plus more than one hundred cold-resistant soldiers from the jurisdiction, and thousands of earth-digging realm limit warriors surrounding them, perfectly suppressed the turmoil.

You can't fight city hall. It seems this isn't the first time the people of Nuji Village have experienced something like this. After Zhang Long ordered his subordinates to ruthlessly kill dozens of people, everyone had no choice but to accept their fate and compromise.

A massive crowd of people from the Digging Grounds, escorting coal carts, quickly headed towards the western Lusu Fields under the supervision of Zhang Long and other officials.

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Three kilometers west of Qingwu Village, there is a large area shrouded in brown dust. If you continue walking more than two hundred meters into the dusty area, you will see a field full of yellowish-brown sorghum.

The farmland had clearly been harvested by humans. The outer stalks of sorghum had been reduced to one-meter-long rootstocks, while only the innermost part had large patches of whole sorghum plants.

The sorghum in the farmland grew very neatly, in rows and columns, with a one-meter-wide passageway between each row. In the middle of the passageway, a narrow ditch half a meter deep was dug, and the ditch was filled not with water, but with burning coal.

The red-hot coals continuously radiate heat, offsetting the surrounding cold air and allowing the sorghum to grow strong despite the severe cold. People patrol the passageways from time to time, either filling the narrow channels with new coals or picking up the coals that are about to overflow to prevent them from igniting the dry straw.

Outside the Lusu Field, five iron-wheeled carts were parked, each guarded by a deputy commander and fifty county guards.

The five deputy stewards looked at the sparse millet stalks on the iron-wheeled cart, occasionally turning their heads to look into the depths of the millet field, their eyes full of impatience.

"What's going on today? It's been half an hour since nightfall, and we've only harvested less than 100 plants in total?"

"These bastards, are they slacking off inside...?"

"How about going in and taking a look?"

"It's too hot inside, forget it, it's too much of a torture."

"Just ask someone when they come out later."

"The daily quotas are fixed. If you can't finish them, just keep working. There's no use being lazy. I guess it's just hard to find more. Most of the remaining sorghum plants are infested with black fireflies, so it will inevitably take more time."

"Be patient, we've already met this year's targets, so let's not worry about it."

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After discussing it for a while, the five deputy chief stewards all gave up their plan to go in and inspect the area.

The main problem is that the temperature in the poppy field is just too high.

When they were rushing to meet the deadline, they went in almost every day to personally supervise the slaves harvesting grain. Now that the progress is almost complete, there is no need to be so serious.

Moreover, more than 10,000 Digging Realm cultivators are about to arrive.

Once that large group of people arrives, are we still worried about not being able to collect the sorghum?
While the five people on the outside were chatting, about two hundred meters deep in the sorghum field, three people wearing red demon masks stood quietly in the middle of the sorghum, looking up at the sky to the south.

"Zhang Long and his gang are so ruthless that they actually brought over all the Earth Digging Realm experts from the village. Perfect! I was only 80% sure before, but now I'm 100%. There's no way Qingwu Village will have any more problems. Now it depends on the situation in the other villages."

The leader spoke with a cold laugh, his voice quite young; he was none other than Zhang Yuchuan, who had left the Zhang family's courtyard a few days earlier.

"One pound of this millet is worth more than 300 taels. At most, a few slaves will die. No matter how many die, they won't have to bear any responsibility. How could they let go of such a good opportunity to make money?"

“Three kilometers, all on good roads, but with over 15,000 people, it will take at least half an hour to walk. They must have been delayed in the village, so it will probably take them an hour to get here…”

The man on the right paused slightly after stating the arrival time of the village's Earth-Digging Realm experts, then continued in a deep voice, "The sixteen leaders agreed to make their move in the first hour after nightfall. We won't make it in time, will we?"

Zhang Yuchuan shook his head and smiled, "Protector Liu is overthinking it. The bigger the matter, the more complicated the details become. How can one plan so meticulously? It would be best if we could act simultaneously within that timeframe, but the sixteen branch headquarters face different situations, so there will definitely be time discrepancies..."

call out!
As if to confirm Zhang Yuchuan's words, before he could finish speaking, a flame suddenly rose in the sky about seven or eight kilometers to the south. The flame burned an arc in the air, and the white smoke it brought out did not dissipate for a long time.

"On the south side, Baiying Village made their move. How could it be so much earlier than expected?"

Zhang Yuchuan's expression changed drastically. He quickly lowered his head and began to think. After his expression changed several times, he cupped his hands to the person on his left and said, "I would like to trouble Protector Wang to go and check how long it will take for the others to arrive."

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

The person on the left immediately rushed towards the outer edge of Awata upon hearing the sound.

"Only half an hour has passed. There's no reason for it to be this early. It's highly likely that the matter has come to light prematurely. The grain harvesting area in Baiying Village is only eight kilometers away from here. If something really goes wrong, someone will probably come to report it immediately. Those Earth-Digging Realm cultivators haven't arrived yet. We need to hurry, we need to be even faster..."

Zhang Yuchuan's prayers ultimately worked.

The protector surnamed Wang soon brought good news.

"We've arrived. The Earth-Digging Realm is approaching its limit. In a hundred breaths at most, the members will be able to get their hands on the weapons."

"it is good!"

Zhang Yuchuan's expression suddenly brightened, and he immediately took out a bone whistle from his pocket, leading two protectors as they quickly moved towards the outer area.

"There's a ghost!"

"who."

"There is a ghost in the millet field!"

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Interestingly, at that moment, a large group of Digging Realm cultivators were walking in, and three of them, wearing demon masks, rushed out, which immediately frightened many people.

However, Zhang Yuchuan had no time to worry about that at the moment. He timed it perfectly, and after about a hundred breaths, he rushed to the outer perimeter, gathered his strength slightly, and suddenly blew the bone whistle in his mouth.

Beep...beep...beep...beep...beep...

Five sharp whistles rang out in succession, and a rustling sound came from the fields, but the surface remained calm and still.

"A whistle?"

"Was that a whistle that just rang out in Awata?"

"what's the situation!"

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Outside the Awada, Zhang Long, accompanied by his eight deputy chief stewards, was looking up at the firelight high in the southern sky, his face full of confusion. The urgent whistles from within the Awada immediately drew everyone's attention back.

"That looks like a command token! Has something happened in Baiying Village?"

A casual remark from Zhang Hu made Zhang Long's expression suddenly freeze. He turned to look at the field, his pupils contracting sharply.

call out…………

A sharp whooshing sound came from beside his ear. Zhang Long's heart trembled, his face was full of horror, and he frantically retreated to avoid it.

His reaction was incredibly fast, but unfortunately, the person who made the move was just too close to him, almost touching him.

No matter how fast he dodged, he only managed to avoid the vital area around his neck; the other man's dagger still plunged into his chest.

Pfft...

"Big brother."

"Manager Zhang!"

"Liu Zhang, what are you doing?"

"You've committed insubordination, Liu Zhang! You're asking for death!"

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This sudden turn of events left everyone present completely stunned.

Zhang Hu and the other seven deputy commanders, the hundred county guards, and more than a hundred people from the subordinate offices, even those from the nearby Juedi territory who were just about to enter Sutian, all stopped and turned to look.

Meanwhile, taking advantage of everyone's dazed state, Liu Zhang quickly ran towards Ayuta's direction, getting away from Zhang Long and the others.

"With the resilience of frost, we will burn the Chu frontier, resist the oppressive taxes, restore our food and clothing, smash the household registration system, and show that no one is superior or inferior. Brothers, let's do it!"

Liu Zhang, who had run to the outskirts of Sutian, did not go any further. Instead, he suddenly turned to look at Zhang Long and the others and shouted angrily.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Long and the rest of the officers in charge were instantly filled with surprise and doubt.

"With the resilience of frost, we will burn the Chu frontier, resist the oppressive taxes, restore our food and clothing, smash the household registration system, and make everyone equal!"

"With the resilience of frost, we will burn the Chu frontier, resist the oppressive taxes, restore our food and clothing, smash the household registration system, and make everyone equal!"

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What happened next made their faces turn deathly pale instantly, and the surprise and doubt on their faces turned directly into horror and shock.

Countless people from the Earth-Digging Realm began chanting slogans, and suddenly thousands of people wielding sharp blades rushed out from the depths of the western fields, behind Liu Zhang.

The dozens of people in the front row were even wearing armor.

"Brothers, kill these corrupt officials, let's rebel!"

"If they won't let us live, then we'll fight them to the death!"

"I will kill these wolves of corrupt officials to avenge my father!"

"Brothers, kill!"

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(End of this chapter)