Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 301: Sword Dance

The officer who entered the courtyard added, "According to the information provided by Mr. Lu Demeng, who wishes to remain anonymous, we have confirmed that Zhao Yiquan of Huangzhou is involved in the recent treason case..."

"rebellion?"

The housekeeper waved his hand to disperse the choking smoke and dust, frowned and took a few steps closer, staring at the black words on the white paper for a while, and sure enough, he saw his master's hometown, name, background and other private information.

The housekeeper turned his head to glance at the main house. The door was torn a crack, and a pair of peeking eyes could be vaguely seen.

The noise made by the officers and soldiers banging on the door did indeed alarm the owner of the house, but the owner was a noble and simply disdained to talk to the lowly soldiers.

Therefore, it is up to him, the "family dog", to handle the important task of dealing with the visitors.

The butler thought for a moment, thinking that it was time for him to show his abilities.

He pretended not to have seen it clearly and took the so-called list naturally to look at it for a while.

Then he tore the white paper into pieces in front of the soldiers.

All the soldiers were stunned for a moment, then burst into mocking laughter, pointing at the captain in the lead, then at the butler who was throwing the scraps of paper, as if to say that the other party was playing a trick on them...

However, the housekeeper was not anxious. His Huangzhou Zhao family was not a poor family that could be taken away by anyone with a piece of blank paper!

Without senior local officials coming forward, who is qualified to hire people?
The housekeeper was well versed in the ways of officialdom and knew that this group of soldiers looked very powerful and arrogant, and they even broke down the gate of the Zhao family.

In fact, he was just a "little devil" who came out to blackmail the nobles in the name of "palace coup".

As long as you give them some money to buy some wine, no matter if they are soldiers or local officials, they will all say goodbye with a smile.

So he skillfully took out a pile of silver coins and handed it to the captain of the officers and soldiers. The latter looked at the silver coins in his palm in surprise, as if he had never expected to receive so much bribe.

"My lords, you have important matters to attend to. Please go and do them quickly. There is no need for this door..."

The butler raised his hand to make a gesture to the soldier to see him off. Before he could finish his words, he felt a severe blow to his nose and mouth, and two bloody teeth fell out of his mouth.

He fell to the ground and rolled twice, then touched his warm nose and mouth, and blood-red liquid continued to flow out.

"Ahhh! You bastard, how dare you hit me!" The butler was very emotional and felt very sorry for the two teeth that were knocked out.

Even his own master had never beaten him, so how could a powerless little boy dare to beat him?

But before he could stand up, the soldiers rode on him and punched him in the face again and again, saying, "Showing you the list is to give you respect. Since you don't want respect, then I will help you..."

"Spare my life..."

"Mercy? You don't know you're wrong, you know you're going to die..."

After the officer said this, he stopped talking and just kept hitting the butler in the face.

Until the butler was beaten to a bloody mess and his voice of begging for mercy changed, Old Zhao, who was hiding in the main house, shouted to stop.

But Qiuba didn't give Lao Zhao any displeasure, and continued to swing his fists, hitting hard, raising, hitting, raising...

"Dare to cause trouble in my Zhao family? Have you and your whole family had enough of this?"

Old Zhao completely tore off the disguise of a Confucian scholar, snatched the whip from the loyal servant's hand, raised it up and was about to whip the officers and soldiers.

All I could hear was the whip cutting through the air, making a dull sound like the whistling of cold wind.

Unexpectedly, the soldier was very skilled and grabbed the whip and locked it in his hand.

Even though the end of the whip hit his wrist with a snap, cutting the flesh and blood, and blood dripped down along the wrist line, the soldier still looked calm.

The officer pointed at the scraps of paper on the ground, and then pointed at a dying maid among the scattered crowd of slaves.

"Suspected of conspiracy to commit treason, tearing up arrest warrants in public, gathering a crowd to cause harm, arresting people with weapons, and attacking officers and soldiers who were investigating thieves..."

In front of Old Zhao, the soldier slowly drew the knife from his waist, then held it in front of the fallen butler's chest and stabbed him fiercely, even twisting the knife. "We will punish you for multiple crimes and even save you the trouble of a trial. We will kill your entire family..."

"Oh, these are just your opinions. How can you convict me, Zhao Yiquan, of the crime?"

Old Zhao felt that these officers and soldiers were really bold and presumptuous.

Without any witnesses or physical evidence, they dared to cause trouble and kill people in Zhao's house, and even abandoned the ancestral custom of preferential treatment for Confucian scholars. Aren't they afraid that other nobles who also participated in the conspiracy would be forced to rebel and cause chaos in the world again?

"Oh, you admit that you are Zhao Yiquan?"

The captain of the officers and soldiers wanted to strike a pose to look cool, but the other officers and soldiers didn't want to watch their teammates showing off anymore, so they rushed over shouting and slashed at Lao Zhao's right hand with a knife.

There was a flash of cold light, and the severed right hand fell to the ground, and the whip that had released the force also fell limply to the ground.

Old Zhao watched helplessly as his right hand turned into a bloody broken section. The pain that had been delayed for a moment suddenly surged to his brain like a tide, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Several officers and soldiers who saw the severed hand hurried forward and stared at Lao Zhao's face expectantly, as if waiting for some classic lines.

It’s a pity that Lao Zhao’s mind was filled with severe pain, and his left hand tightly grasped the back part of the broken section of his right hand.

Sweat oozing out of his whole body, Lao Zhao was neither crying nor laughing. His legs went soft and he knelt on the ground, roaring to vent his pain. Then he was in so much pain that he became completely speechless and could not utter a single clear word.

Seeing that Lao Zhao was unable to say the lines he wanted, an officer took the stage himself, imitating the action of cutting off his hand, looking up in shock and pain and shouting, "My right hand! My king's power ah ah ah ah!" Someone even took a photo of him and the "real victim" to indicate that this was the end of the classic scene.

The Zhao family's head knelt on the ground, mired in agony. Looking at these officers and soldiers behaving strangely, he couldn't help but utter the words in his mind—

Fake person, damn fake person.

God is watching what we do. Heaven will not allow you, a bunch of hypocrites and monsters, to wreak havoc on North Korea...

Lao Zhao's words were mixed and vague. He wanted to spread his speculation about the fake person, but the pain from his broken hand was too great and he couldn't speak a single sentence fluently and completely.

"Hmm? What's that guy mumbling?"

"Oh." A Korean-speaking player translated, "It seems like they're talking about fake people, monsters, or something like that..."

"A fake person? Are there any legends about such strange stories in ancient Korea?"

"There should be monsters, but I think he's talking about a horror novel written by a certain idiot, which has been circulating in some places in North Korea recently..."

"Hahaha, I guess this guy mixed up horror novels with recent rumors—"

Several players suddenly came up with a good idea, and they came up to Lao Zhao mysteriously.

"Haha, you actually saw through our fake identities, hehe... The new fake people are already on their way across the sea. In the future, all of Korea will be ours. We will devour Korea and the Ming Dynasty, and finally control the entire world. All real people will become our livestock, hahahahaha..."

On the surface, they are fake people, but in fact they are some players who died in battle and were resurrected and returned to Korea and Liaodong by boat.

Several people dipped their hands in the blood from Lao Zhao's severed hand, drew a bloody mark on his forehead, and then all revealed strange and exaggerated evil smiles, like monsters possessed by the devil. Then they growled in Lao Zhao's ear, "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne..."

These mysterious actions and terrifying facial expressions are simply not something that ordinary soldiers can do.

These people are such hypocrites!
They have replaced some officers and soldiers!
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Old Zhao couldn't help yelling as if his heart was touched. Then his eyes rolled up as if his soul had been vomited out, and he fell backwards with his head tilted back as if the power was cut off. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

"Tsk tsk, you're so easily frightened."

"He probably bled to death from a broken hand."

Old Zhao fainted, and the rest of his family also suffered.

After the officers and soldiers found out the reason why the maid was whipped, they hacked the nobles' lackeys to death without saying a word.

Then, this group of officers and soldiers rushed into the depths of the Zhao family mansion like hungry wolves, waving their swords. When they saw people wearing expensive clothes, they beat them up and dragged them out.

If they encountered someone who locked the door and refused to come out, they would simply use the logs to break down the doors one by one. Those who were violently arrested would be executed on the spot.

Only half of the officers and soldiers were players, the remaining half were Korean-born bandit-hunting soldiers.

With the successful conclusion of the suppression operations in the north and central regions, the money, grain and real estate seized from the confiscations became increasingly abundant, and the government's finances also became more affluent.

At the same time, the wages paid to the soldiers in the bandit-catching camp were sufficient, so one person could support the entire family.

Seeing with their own eyes a maidservant nearly being whipped to death, and recalling the suffering they had endured at the hands of the nobles in the past, the soldiers in the bandit-catching camp fought even harder, wishing they could deliver six punches to the criminals in one second.

If they don't use all their strength when punching, they will be unworthy of the sufficient salary paid by the government.

However, in just half an hour, the Zhao family of Huangzhou was uprooted. When dozens of people were dragged out, less than half were left. The rest were either beaten with bruises or covered in blood.

Regardless of whether they were beaten but not killed, or were half dead, they were all taken to the nearest provincial capital for public trial in front of all the people.

Even if they are already dead, they will be put on the trial seat and beheaded.

As for the Zhao family's private slaves and servants, they were converted into "public slaves and servants" to serve the government.

If it were the officials of the past, the situation of these slaves would not have changed much. But in today's North Korea where the middle and upper classes are mostly controlled by civil servants and security team players, although public slaves still have to suffer, at least they are not in danger of losing their lives at any time like before.

At the same time that this "law enforcement" team was escorting the criminals, officers and soldiers from northern and central Korea were leading bandit-catching battalions to break into the mansions of nobles.

There was no human or physical evidence, and the king was executed for treason, which showed that the nobles who were plotting behind the scenes were not even afraid of the imperial guards.

They are not afraid of the imperial guards, and even look down on His Majesty the King who is as bright as the sun. This shows that they are not ordinary nobles at all, and they must be dealt a heavy blow.

Taking action against a single noble family might force other conspirators to rebel.

However, at the same time, the bandit-catching camps led by players each headed to the homes of the rebels on the list, which was a precise counter-terrorism operation guided by "carbon-based big data".

Within just a few days, most of the nobles listed were arrested.

These social parasites who occupied a large amount of wealth were either sentenced to beheading or sent to the mines to do hard labor for the rest of their lives.

All the houses, slaves, real estate, shops, ships and other property under their names were deposited into the Korean treasury. After the inventory was completed, the "players stationed in Korea" would discuss the distribution of the amount with the Beiwei Army.

……

The new king, who had been in power for just a few months, took decisive action to stabilize the situation in Dafang. The noble army, which only had a small area and a half left, had just completed the assembly of its main forces.

(End of this chapter)