Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 32 The County is in Chaos
The yamen runners and servants ran around in panic, some slipped and fell into the pond and got soaked, some hid in the gaps in the rockery, and some ran to the east and west flower halls, finding an empty corner to crawl into, not caring about their heads or their butts.

"What should I do now?"

The magistrate no longer had the ease with which he usually handled the county affairs. He was so anxious that he jumped around all over, and his soft hat and boots were all lost. The soles of his socks were covered in black dust.

Suddenly, an arrow shot through the air, passed between the county magistrate and the legal advisor, and hit the back door with a click.

"Ahhhh!" The county magistrate and the legal advisor were so frightened that they were shaking all over and running around like headless flies.

The master's quick wit, formed from years of assisting officials, burst forth at this moment, "There's also a dog hole! Dong Weng, quickly go to the dog hole!"

"Ah? I am a seventh-rank county magistrate, and you actually want me to crawl through a dog hole." Although the county magistrate said with disgust, he had already taken big strides.

They quickly took several dozen steps forward, and when they were only ten steps away from the dog hole at the base of the wall, they heard a roar from above their heads, "You corrupt official! Prepare to die!"

The two were startled and did not bother to find the source of the dangerous sound. They just rushed towards the last way to survive.

With a loud thud, a warm liquid mixed with sticky substances splashed onto his face. The county magistrate turned his head and saw that the thief who was shouting and killing had slipped and fallen from the roof. His arms and wrists were twisted in a horrible posture, and his head hit the ground on its side, leaving a pool of splattered blood.

This bandit must have been so eager to kill that he didn't find the right position.

The county magistrate spat at the dead thief, but the thief, with a pool of blood under his body, was not completely dead.

"Kill...kill the corrupt officials...kill the corrupt officials..."

The thief used his intact arm to support his body and slowly moved away from the ground. His face, which was injured by the fall, was dripping with blood foam, and single words that could not form a sentence escaped from his broken lips and teeth.

It was unknown what deep hatred the thief had, but he relied on his strong willpower to stand up, and his broken bones were still creaking.

Although half of his body was seriously injured and his broken arm was like a kite pulled by a thin string, he still tried hard to pick up the steel knife he carried with him.

He growled words about killing corrupt officials while hunching forward with half of his injured body, blood oozing from the wound dripping onto the ground behind him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The magistrate had never seen such a bloody and horrifying scene in his life, and he roared at the loudest voice of his life.

He subconsciously wanted to grab someone's sleeve to relieve the uncontrollable fear, but when he reached out, he found nothing.

The master actually got into the dog hole before him, and was about to get out of the dog hole by twisting his butt.

"Damn it!" It was too late for him to curse. The moment he turned around to look at the man, the steel knife, filled with his last bit of strength, chopped the county magistrate's right leg.

The county magistrate fell to the ground in pain, his whole body sprawled on the ground.

"Please spare my life, sir! Please spare my life!"

The county magistrate didn't know what kind of monster this being that was still able to move even when it was on the verge of death was, but he knew that if he didn't try harder now, his life would be over.

"Don't kill me! I'm not a corrupt official, I'm a good person! Since I became an official, I've always stood up for the people! Ahhhh!"

While crawling towards the dog hole for escape, he turned his head to observe the position of the pursuer, and from time to time kicked out his intact left leg to hinder the opponent's movement.

His unintentional kick did hit the injured person, causing the latter to lose balance and fall forward to the ground.

The magistrate suddenly realized the thief was dead, and with a chance of escape, he crawled with all his might, but his cut leg slowed him down. "Damn that thief, how dare he abandon his employer and run for his life? Totally shameless! If he had escaped, he would have been beaten with twenty lashes of the cane, and a hefty sum would have been extorted from him in the summer and autumn grain taxes..."

However, the magistrate's thoughts were interrupted in an instant - his left ankle was grabbed by a hand, which turned out to be the thief's broken left hand.

The magistrate was shocked that this man was not dead yet!
"Ahhh! Monster! Monster!"

The magistrate frantically pulled at his left leg, trying to get rid of the broken arm of the "living dead". However, although the thief's bones were broken, his muscles and nerves were largely intact, just like malt sugar that could not be shaken off.

The thief grabbed the county magistrate's leg with one hand and held the steel knife with the other hand, pointing it at the county magistrate's thigh and stabbing it hard.

The county magistrate felt his whole body stiffen, unable even to cry out in pain. The sweat on his forehead fell as his body shook off, and his already flushed cheeks became even redder, even faintly tinged with a hint of purple.

The thief struggled to pull out the steel knife that had pierced the aorta. Seeing the blood gushing out of the artery, he whispered with satisfaction, "This is my last wave..."

The thief's head tilted and he died completely, while the county magistrate, whose aorta was pierced, could only lie powerlessly on the ground, feeling the "vitality" in his body rapidly draining away with the spurting arterial blood.

The magistrate watched his legal advisor crawl out of the dog hole, while his own life remained forever in front of this small hole that he had always looked down upon.

The county magistrate died, but the fighting continued.

The players, determined to die, went on a killing spree in the county government office. Not to mention those with red names on their heads, even those with yellow names wearing luxurious clothes or official uniforms would be stabbed to death.

When Yang Wenli rushed to the back garden, the scene was already littered with corpses and blood.

He just heard his allies shouting that the man in the Taoist robe was the county magistrate. Now the miserable dead man lying in the small hole beside the wall, having lost his boots while running, was most likely the county magistrate himself!
The chief administrative officer of a county is the chief magistrate, the second chief magistrate, the third chief clerk,

If these chief officials retire and no new officials are appointed, then the county's prefect will have to temporarily take over the important affairs of the county government.

When the player just rushed into the city, he killed the county magistrate on the spot. Now that the top leader and the second-in-command have been eliminated, the main strategic goals of this mission have all been achieved, which can be considered a success!
But not enough.

Yang Wenli felt that this was far from enough. The chief clerk and the registrar were not dead yet, especially the registrar, who was the brother-in-law of the owner of Gaojiazhuang and a fish that had escaped the net and must be eliminated.

"What's going on? Are you eating alone?" The brother named "Huang Chao" came to Yang Wenli and saw two miserable corpses on the ground.

"The magistrate is dead."

"Oh?! The County Magistrate?! Him?" Huang Chao's eyes were filled with disbelief. He pointed at the County Magistrate, then at the dead player nearby. "Damn, this guy is so lucky! He even caught the biggest boss."

"The enemy's reinforcements should be arriving soon. Do you have any items?"

"Yes, two grenades, and the fuses are tangled together." Huang Chao opened his clothes and proudly showed the two modified grenades he bought. He stuffed them into his chest like plump "maternal and child products."

"The goal of this battle has been achieved, but I feel it's still far from enough—" Yang Wenli suddenly widened his eyes and raised his index finger to the sky, looking surprised by a bright idea. "I've got a plan. A big one."

"What plan?" Huang Chao scratched his head.

"I need your cooperation. Don't worry, you will definitely be the final beneficiary."

Yang Wenli's words of persuasion were like powerful spells, and Huang Chao's eyes seemed to reflect the word "benefits".

(End of this chapter)