Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 21: A family should be in good order
Wu Litou, who had been watching the show for a while, finally walked out of the corner and stabbed the seriously injured people on the ground one by one with his waist knife. He didn't know if he could get an assist judgment.

Although the servants who entered the house were dealt with, the situation outside was still unclear. Huang Zilong felt that it would be safer to eliminate all resistance and then slowly loot the property.

"Go, go, go! Go help our brothers kill the evil slaves!"

As soon as the three came out, they saw the bald man smashing Yiyong's head with a hammer. With a "pop", the hard skull shattered like a watermelon shell, and "pink" blood mixed with "gray" paste splashed everywhere.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skulls to the Skull Throne!" The bald man opened his arms and looked up at the sky, and suddenly roared, scaring the trio.

"Fuck! What the hell are you howling about so early in the morning? You must have watched too much Warhammer. This is Ming Dynasty, not Warhammer 1K6!" Huang Zilong raised his middle finger at the bald guy.

"Tsk tsk, this man has been corrupted by the Chaos Evil God. I see the veins on his forehead are bursting out." Lu Xiaobu said with a half-smile.

"It's the late stage of Chuunibyou. Even if you cure it, you'll still drool. Forget it." Wu Litou shook his head.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The well-equipped assault team was hacking and killing everywhere. The militiamen guarding the village were shocked by the terrifying murderous aura, their legs went weak and they were at a loss.

As someone said, "Why would you risk your life for just a few bucks a month?" The thugs and volunteers weighed the daily rations and thought it was not worth dying for such a small amount, so they fled in panic.

"The thieves have broken into the village! Run!"

The volunteers who didn't want to risk their lives looked for a way out. They all ran to the gate, but were beaten back by the players guarding the gate.

While the group of people were shocked, suddenly someone had an idea and came up with a good idea - there was a dog hole!
They hurriedly ran to the dog hole, and a few people managed to escape. However, one person was fat and got stuck in the middle, which not only killed himself but also blocked the escape route for those behind him.

In desperation, everyone turned around and ran around in the village. Some people hid in the firewood pile and pretended to be dead, leaving their buttocks exposed. Some people shrank into the corner of the courtyard and pretended not to be seen. Others hid in the homes of tenants for refuge.

Some of the more self-aware and clever ones climbed onto the roof, planning to slowly crawl to the roof next to the wall and then jump down.

Unfortunately, the enemies these clever servants faced never took ordinary routes. Three players were experiencing the "hero-style" wall-climbing on the roof, and they just happened to stare at the servants.

"Oh no, we didn't go looking for anyone, but the prey came to us?"

With a laugh, the three players drew their swords.

The servants hurriedly ran on the tiles, but they were too anxious to find a way to escape. The three people behind them were neither hurried nor slow. When they found the tiles were unstable, they stepped on the flat roof ridge.

The servants were soon caught up by the hunters behind them. Knowing they had no way to retreat, they immediately knelt down and kowtowed for mercy, with snot and tears flying everywhere.

Even though they were unarmed and the symbols above their heads gradually turned yellow, the three players on the roof didn't care whether their honor values ​​were good or not. As long as they didn't fall below the red line, they would kill all the enemies who were resisting just now but now surrendered.

After all, it’s always right to kill any enemy troops.

There were five thuds as five unlucky guys fell from the roof.

Three people fell to their death on the spot, one broke his thigh and lay on the ground howling for a while before dying. Only one person was left, tortured by the pain, howling at the top of his lungs, as if he wanted to roar out all the fear in his life.

The thugs and volunteers who had nowhere to escape knelt down and begged for mercy, and the tenants also knelt at the door, waiting for the heroes who entered the village to decide their fate.

Except for the players guarding the "surrendered people", everyone else was searching for supplies everywhere in the room, and from time to time they would move out grain bags and wooden boxes and place them on the open space.

The donkeys, mules and pack horses that were pulled out of the stables defecated on the spot, and shit fell all over the ground. The carriage that was now "unowned" was also accepted by the players with a smile.

The early summer sun rises and the entire Gaojiazhuang is lit up.

The amount of silver and money in Gaojiazhuang is average, but the amount of grain is very abundant.

Cereals, fruits, vegetables, and some bulk groceries.

Many players have seen the movie 1942 and know how miserable it is for poor people to flee famine, but in fact the environment in the late Ming Dynasty was far more miserable than in the movie. Many areas with severe drought had already begun to eat soil and people.

While the disaster victims in the north continued to starve to death, the wealthy families here had stockpiled all kinds of food and vegetables, and could even open a large vegetable market.

It is true that the rich have wine and meat, but the poor freeze to death on the streets.

Huang Zilong had no interest in changing the world, but he knew that all these powerful and evil gentry should be killed, and he happened to have a knife in his hand.

Huang Zilong found a wooden box and sat down with Lu Xiaobu and Wu Litou, enjoying tea and cakes for breakfast. The other players were also eating, some even asking the cook to make them a good meal. The cook was stunned; it was the first time he'd seen someone break in and rob someone and then stay for breakfast.

Some people like to eat hot tropical soup, some want to eat authentic big steamed buns, and some people are not so particular and just eat apples and peaches after rubbing them twice.

Some people even eat washed lettuce directly, one leaf after another, calling it green and pesticide-free.

"Are there any members of the Gao family still alive?"

Although no one answered, the rustling footsteps gave enough response.

The concubines, maids, and female relatives of the Gao family were escorted out with steel knives, and even a group of people in the Gao family's private prison were rescued.

The poor and haggard people knelt down to express their gratitude when they saw people. Even though these people had black cloths covering their heads and looked like robbers, they were the benefactors who saved them from seeing the light of day again!

With tears and snot, they denounced the guy surnamed Gao for tampering with the debt contract, hiring people to set up a trap, luring them into a "loan shark trap", and then forcing them to use their land and houses to pay off the debt, and finally forcing them to sell their children.

If they disobeyed in the slightest, they would be sent by evil slaves to be thrown into private prisons, where they would be humiliated and beaten day and night.

They had no way to go to heaven or to hell, so they could only endure and suffer, hoping that one day Master Gao would get tired of playing tricks on them and let them go. Unfortunately, God did not fulfill their wish, and they were not free until today when the private prison was opened.

It turned out that the man surnamed Gao was dead, and the ones who killed the evil villain were the heroes in front of us!
"Hero, you are so kind. I will definitely repay you with a favor..."

The captured people were grateful, but the captured Gao family members and servants were like bereaved parents, crying bitterly.

A relative of the Gao family knelt forward and hugged the thigh of the nearest "Zhang Xianzhong", who kicked him several meters away.

Several people kowtowed desperately, their foreheads covered with blood, just to create a miserable image of themselves and try to arouse the sympathy of the "Green Forest Hero". Some people slapped themselves madly, saying that they were blinded by greed and should not have associated with the Gao family. They hoped that the hero would be magnanimous and forgive him this time.

Zhang Xianzhong ignored their crying and just walked up to each of them, pulled off their clothes, checked their hair, and then looked at their palms and fingers.

They wore clean clothes without patches, had their hair styled regularly, and their fingers and palms had no calluses from heavy physical labor.

A dozen young men and women looked humble and cowardly, lying on the ground crying bitterly, not daring to look up at anyone. They were obviously the low-class people who were usually timid and submissive.

Zhang Xianzhong went forward to take a closer look and found that they were indeed ordinary working people who worked hard and were not complaining. Some of them were maids and servants, and some were volunteer militiamen who could not even get enough food.

"Let's just let these people go?" Zhang Xianzhong looked around at the players, a questioning tone in his voice.

The players had no objections; letting a few go depended on their mood, and if they were in a good mood, they could let them all go. Right now, they had amassed a wealth of loot, and were in high spirits.

All the poor people who were selected were pulled out and half a bun was stuffed into their mouths one by one.

The poor people were slightly stunned, biting their appetite-stimulating steamed buns, feeling a bit bewildered. They thought to themselves, a brave man came into the village to plunder, not only not killing them, but also giving them food, he was quite nice.

"You mean, kill all the rest?"

"Well, after all, Master Gao is dead, so the remaining family should be complete."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a loud bang, and the remaining people felt as if they had been struck by a bolt from the blue. The fear of death radiated through their bodies like an electric current, and they immediately burst into tears and howled loudly.

However, crying is useless in ancient times, especially in troubled times with a shortage of food and silver. To live a good life means at least being middle class or above, or a well-off landlord.

In addition, the Gao family has a bad reputation in the area within dozens of miles. It is obvious that they have accumulated wealth by oppressing the people. Killing them all will not be unfair to good people.

Dozens of people begged for mercy, cried, jumped and kicked, but they were held down by a group of men who were eager to kill them. Their embarrassed and struggling appearance was like chickens and ducks struggling in the hands of strong men. No matter how loud the noise was, it was in vain.

Players who were not afraid of losing honor stepped forward, raised their swords and hung them above the heads of the Gao family members. As cold rays flashed, dozens of heads fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, several players walked out from the crowd, picked up the confiscated large brushes and soaked them in the blood on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"We're going to write a few words on the wall."

(End of this chapter)