Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 345 We call it efficient

The negative information was converted into documents through online photos, and then professionals added and deleted text and corrected errors. Each representative was given a complete document.

Then the group owner quickly filled in the header of the shared document and fixed it.

In the jurisdiction of a prefecture or county, whether the criminal lives in the city or in the countryside, what crime he has committed, how many innocent people he has harmed, and his ability to resist...

Before filling out the form, each representative will first browse the "black material file" in order to extract unjust cases related to their jurisdiction.

If there is really no unjust case in the jurisdiction, the player will not quit directly, but will continue to watch the animation, and occasionally glance at the changes in the online documents to see if other jurisdictions need help.

Dozens of representatives, each with a different colored cursor, appeared on the table. Each quickly identified their own jurisdiction: Penglai County, Wendeng County, Jimo County, Weixian County...

Then enter the keywords of the information you need according to the "black material document".

At the same time, compare the similarities of wrongful convictions in other jurisdictions.

In just two and a half hours, the unjust, false and wrong cases across the three prefectures were compiled into precise news items.

Whom and how many people should be arrested? Should they be exterminated on the spot or brought back alive for public trial?

How many troops should be dispatched, how many days should the march take, how much food and ammunition should be allocated, which survivors should be protected, how strong the enemy's counterattack would be, and how to arrange a backup plan if the situation changed...

When the forms were completed, everyone recited the task details of their own jurisdiction in silence, and some people had to work together with other jurisdictions to handle the case.

The representatives put on gaming helmets or lay in high-end gaming cabins to return to "Late Ming Dynasty".

Their teammates in the game had already gathered around them, and the first thing they did when they saw the representative wake up was not to ask about the case, but to say some cheesy jokes like "Your operation was successful", taking advantage of their brothers.

The representative simply cursed these idiot players for not doing their job, then quickly picked up a pen and paper to quickly recreate the fragments of memory in his mind. If the memory was poor, he would have to go online and offline two or three times to tinker with it.

Within half a day, the cadres of more than 20 counties under the rule of the Red Turban Army signed and received the "distilled black material".
Impatient players would gather 40% of their troops and charge straight to the target location. Calmer ones would contact allies to agree on a rally point. Those who enjoyed playing it safe simply ditched the NPCs and formed a team to raid the rich man's house...

In any case, the stability maintenance teams of more than 20 states and counties were mobilized, and half of the troops were ordered to march.

Thousands of auxiliary soldiers and police rushed on the official road, as if drawing a dense network of lines on the map.

The news that the Bai family had been wiped out had just spread to the surrounding dozens of miles. Some families even argued repeatedly over the issue of "the thieves forcing the gentry to rebel" and were hesitant to make up their minds to rebel.

Before they could come to a consensus, the Red Turban Army's punitive force had already arrived.

The "team" that follows the procedures will also inform the authorities of their purpose and order the wealthy to open the gates to cooperate with the investigation.

The hot-tempered "cadre team" didn't care about anything and forced their servants to bombard the village. Once they entered the village and encountered armed militiamen and servants who resisted the law, they would shoot them to death.

All the main criminals and accomplices involved in the case were first beaten with a beating to intimidate them. If they were weak and were beaten to death, they would be thrown into the wilderness to feed wild dogs.

It is not enough to just arrest the big players involved in the "black material". Some experienced players even use water torture to torture the criminals to find out whether they know any black material about other big players.

Whoever talks too much will be executed quickly. If he stubbornly refuses to cooperate, he will be forced to suffer a fate worse than death.

Just as the village wall was easily blown open by cannons, the mouths of the wealthy were easily pried open by torture.

The original list of thirteen large families quickly became thirty-two, and the war maniacs no longer cared whether the information obtained through torture was true or false.

They first arrested the person, gave him paper and pen, and ordered him to prove his innocence within a few days.

Those who cannot prove themselves will be severely punished, and those who can prove themselves will be temporarily placed under house arrest and carefully investigated...

"This is a perverse act that is condemned by both humans and gods! The Red Turban bandits' brutal rule cannot last long!"

Although the gentry cursed, they also knew that the bandits were covered in the guise of "upholding justice" and were most likely to deceive the ignorant peasants.

He could neither defeat the bandit army nor convince these ignorant people to attack the bandits with reason, and he also had to face the increasingly brutal threat of death from the bandits.

So, regardless of whether they were guilty or not, the wealthy families hurriedly packed up their gold and silver jewelry, and fled to western and southern Shandong with their families, disguised as refugees.

Even if the players sent out cavalry to intercept them halfway, many wealthy people still escaped.

However, these wealthy families could take away some precious metals, but they could not take away real estate such as land, houses, and shops. Naturally, these properties were happily taken by the Red Turban Army.

In just a few days, the Red Turban Army regime uprooted more than 30 wealthy families, arrested thousands of criminals, and beheaded thousands of anti-French thugs. Not only did they destroy the criminals' clan temples, they also burned their tablets and family tree books, and by the way, helped the new recruits accumulate some combat experience.

Even though this group of new recruits does not have the ability to fight in the field, they are more than capable of guarding the city or going to the countryside to cooperate with the police in arresting bandits.

Looking at the large number of criminals captured in the temporary camp, Lu Zhisen sighed, "We have almost eradicated all the local tyrants and evil gentry hiding in various places. It's time to vent the anger of the people."

……

Almost at the same time, wide wooden platforms began to be built in the open spaces outside the towns of nine counties and prefectures. They looked like large stages for opera troupes to perform, or like platforms for the generals to review their troops.

Zhang Rong was awakened by the Red Turban Army general in the early morning.

The other party told him that all the members of the Bai family had been captured and taken to Qingzhou.

Zhang Rong was startled, half-believing he had misheard. It wasn't until the other party repeated the question, inviting him to the trial site outside the city, that he realized it was probably true.

His enemy was caught? !
He pushed open the door and quickly walked out of the barracks. The four Red Turban Army soldiers guarding the door stood on both sides of him, swords in hand.

Accompanied by the sound of armor plates colliding, he quickly walked out of the military camp.

But what he didn't expect was that the streets were packed with people, like a raging torrent rushing towards the city gate.

Many Red Turban Army soldiers held gongs and drums and beat them on the street corners, calling on the people to go outside the city to watch the execution. There was also a group of soldiers holding steel knives, ordering the people to pay attention to the order when leaving the city and not to trample on each other.

Some people came to watch the show, some wanted to see the exciting beheading, and some wanted to see who was going to be killed.

Faced with such a noisy scene, Zhang Rong's expectations grew stronger - could his wish of suing officials for justice and praying to gods and Buddhas for many years really come true?

He subconsciously quickened his pace to blend into the crowd and soon arrived at the "stage" outside the city.

A variety of torture instruments were erected on the huge wooden platform, including a door frame-shaped rack, a wooden rack with a guillotine hanging on it, and several fixed long benches placed on both sides of the "door frame".

Many people came to hear the propaganda. Tens of thousands of people formed a black mass, surrounding the stage, as if forming a huge black copper coin.

Some people brought their own raised stools, some climbed onto the roof of the gatehouse and negotiated with the owner, and some stood on the raised earthen mound to look into the distance. At one point, someone paid to buy his audience seat.

At this time, soldiers who were responsible for maintaining order came out. They were like human paintbrushes, drawing several circular passages for passage through the dense crowd.

Such a lively scene is always accompanied by vendors who walk between the circular passages, selling homemade food and handicrafts.

At this time, a group of soldiers escorted hundreds of criminals out of Qingzhou City. Many latecomers followed the escort team to observe the identities of the criminals up close, and from time to time they shouted out the nicknames of the Bai family, the Chen family, and the Zhao family in a mocking manner...

When some people saw these wealthy people, they became furious and hurriedly picked up clods of earth from the ground and threw them at the prisoners.

Perhaps having learned from the lessons of the previous beggar army, the Red Turban Army only arranged escort personnel at the front and rear, while the middle section of the entire team was filled with criminals tied with hemp ropes, so that the people could vent their anger.

Clods of dirt and straw sandals flew down the aisle, and some people even paid to buy front-row seats just to spit at the sinners.

The criminals stumbled forward with their necks hunched, wearing only a set of coarse linen clothes, and their originally soft long hair was shaved off.

Because Zhang Rong was one of the victims, he was led by the player to the execution platform. There were more than twenty victims in the same situation as him.

Some people were holding tablets of their deceased family members, some had tears in their eyes, and some were standing there in a daze, as if they were under a spell.

When a group of criminals passed by.

Zhang Rong saw it.

The most familiar face overlapped with the faces in memory, and the smiling faces of the family were slowly swallowed by the fire... The enemy is coming!

Before his brain could form any instructions, Zhang Rong had already rushed forward and bit Bai Siwen's face.

"Ahhh!" Bai Siwen screamed like a pig being slaughtered, but his hands were tied behind his back with hemp ropes, so he couldn't even push the other person away.

No matter how the surrounding soldiers pulled, Zhang Rong refused to let go. Nine years of bloody hatred could not be wiped out by a few bites.

It was obvious that the player was much stronger than Zhang Rong, but he pretended that he couldn't pull away, deliberately making Bai Siwen suffer more physical pain.

"Bai Siwen, you have harmed my entire family of eight! You will not die a good death!" Zhang Rong's speech was slurred, and drops of red liquid oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Ahhh!" Bai Siwen screamed in pain, but was punched in the stomach three times by the player. "You bastard, who allowed you to make any sound?"

Executing one by one is too slow, so the player has prepared multiple sets of torture instruments this time, arranging more than ten people to be tortured each time, and the villains with different crimes are divided into different levels according to their severity.

The Bai family father and son and the housekeeper were naturally charged with serious crimes.

When their names were called, the Bai family father and son looked around in fear. The tens of thousands of onlookers in the audience practically covered the ground. They were excited, jumping and shouting.

The father and son never dreamed that a group of peasants gathered together could burst out with such terrifying momentum, just like rivers and seas rolling in.

Several people from the Bai family were stripped of all their clothes and forced to lie on a long bench. They were bound and gagged, with their hands and feet tied behind their backs. A sharp wooden stick soaked in grease was pointed at their anus.

However, it was not only the Bai family who were brought onto the stage, but also criminals from other families.

These people had collars around their necks or were locked in wooden shackles below the guillotine.

The leader of the Red Turban Army unfolded a scroll of official documents and began to read, listing the various crimes committed by these people one by one.

The painful past seemed to emerge before my eyes. I was treated like cattle and horses and driven wantonly. I was abused and tortured by the powerful and tyrannical and could only swallow my anger. In the end, my entire family was killed...

Not only Zhang Rong and other victims, but even the people in the audience could not help but think of their own miserable past when they heard the charges.

In the past, they only knew to blame their bad luck and did not dare to hate their masters. But now, after being provoked by the Red Turban Army, they finally realized the source of their suffering.

"Kill the bastard! Kill, kill, kill!" The people in the audience were aroused with anger and waved their arms to beat the air.

"What do you think? Should these bastards die?" Lu Zhisen shouted, and the people in the audience responded loudly, "Damn it!"

"This time, we will give the opportunity of execution to the victim who has suffered injustice—"

Lu Zhisen swung his hand and chopped it off. Several victims, including Zhang Rong, suddenly felt like they had hammers in their hands. The soldiers whispered in their ears, "Aim the hammers at the sharp stakes and hammer them into the criminals' buttocks. Now's your chance for revenge!"

Each of these tortured victims suffered humiliation.

Some people's shoulders were shaking, some were crying bitterly, and some were silently repeating the names of their loved ones and whispering about revenge for their families.

Their families are such kind and good people, why are there always bullies who want to take away everything good from them, and why do they bully them with impunity?
Why is this so?
Zhang Rong and others don’t understand anything. They don’t understand the laws of the country, the rules of the family, the classics of the sages, the moral principles, and they don’t understand the overall situation or decency.

They only knew that they had been burned by hatred year after year, and their three souls and seven spirits had been burned out, leaving only a remnant soul.

They want revenge!
Since this bunch of high-ranking powerful and evil gentry always treat us common people as weeds that don't know how to resist even if they are trampled upon, then let them feel the torment of a hammer colliding with a sharp stake piercing their intestines!

"Execution!"

Lu Zhisen swung the sledgehammer and hit the end of the sharp stake hard. At the same time, the gallows and guillotine were executing the person at the same time.

The trap door of the gallows opened, and the criminal instantly fell down, breaking his cervical vertebrae. The guillotine roared down from the sky, cutting off the criminal's head cleanly and neatly.

"Husband! Husband, did you see that? That bastard Chen Bainian is going to die!" A woman in white mourning clothes held up her husband's tablet in front of the people.

"Ahahahahaha..." Someone laughed crazily, and the creepy voice sounded like a hundred evil spirits singing in unison.

The Bai family father and son, with their mouths stuffed, were buzzing but could not utter any clear words.

Bai Siwen tried to open his eyes wide, and sweat flowed over his eyebrows into his eyes, making him buzz even more violently.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Several criminals cried out in muffled voices one after another. A foul smell escaped and orange-yellow feces and urine poured down and dripped onto the ground.

The onlookers were frightened away by the stench and cruelty, but the people who had suffered humiliation and oppression stood still, staring at the punishment of these bastards without blinking.

Lu Zhisen glanced at the new batch of criminals who were brought onto the stage. They struggled and begged for mercy, but were ruthlessly beaten in the face by the players and beaten to the gallows one punch after another.

Lu Zhisen passed the hammer to the next player - this was the queue rule agreed upon in advance.

He glimpsed several metal buckets being carried onto the wooden platform, and several players carrying thick stacks of papers. "The IOUs and indentures these bastards devised to obtain will be burned today! You are free!"

Seeing the ashes of the contract floating out of the iron bucket, the people with vested interests cheered enthusiastically.

Freedom from the shackles of debt brings them far greater relief than punishing evildoers.

"Second hammer!" the relay player ordered, swinging the hammer to smash the sharp stake into the body of the sinner.

More stench gushed out, but the player showed no fear.

Compared to the pleasure of killing evil gentry, these shits, piss and farts are just pink liquid in the filter!

"From today on, any citizen who has suffered an unjust accusation may file a complaint with the government! We, the Red Turban Army, swear to be your judge!"

The sinners struggled violently as the sharp stakes penetrated their rectums and punctured their intestines.

The contrast of falling to nothing and the fear of death aroused in them a strong desire to survive.

Some people desperately vomited the cloth in their mouths and screamed at the top of their lungs, while others, enduring the severe pain, struggled up and down, trying to break the ropes.

Others tried to twist their buttocks to make things difficult for the person swinging the hammer. If they could be hit by the hammer, causing them to go into shock or even die suddenly, they would be lucky to be relieved.

More than a dozen soldiers rushed forward and held down the tortured criminals, not even giving them the right to struggle.

"Stop moving, who gave you permission to do that?" The soldier grabbed the wealthy man's hair and slammed him against a bench. "How many families, men, women, and children have you harmed? When you annexed the land, did you ever consider the suffering of the refugees? How miserable were those starving people who died of starvation? They wished they could trade their own children to fill their stomachs. Have you ever considered their pain?"

Swinging a hammer consumes a lot of physical strength. Even though Zhang Rong is full of resentment and wants to kill all the members of the Bai family with his own hands, he has to give the opportunity for revenge to other victims.

The players would get some clean water and pour it over the heads of the criminals, prompting them to stay awake at all times to prevent them from passing out from the torture.

“…The fifth hammer!”

The victims took over the hammers, just like a sprinter taking the baton from his teammate. Everyone tacitly struck the hammer once and then passed it to the victim behind them.

Everyone wants to take revenge with their own hands and seek justice for their deceased family members.

More and more people came up to take over the hammer to vent their anger, but most of the criminals were beaten to death halfway.

Fortunately, the young master of the Bai family was in good health. He was stabbed in the mouth by a sharp stake from behind, like a defeated dog with a spear piercing its head and tail.

But this is not the end yet, there are still more than a hundred criminals waiting to be dealt with.

They witnessed the entire process of torture, including hanging, beheading, and thorn-piercing. Everyone was so scared that they urinated and defecated and collapsed to the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

One scream after another resounded through the open space, and this time the crowd of people gathered around was even more crowded, each of them eager to hold a hammer in hand and personally punish these local tyrants and evil gentry who had committed countless crimes.

As the trial was nearing its end, Lu Zhisen suddenly heard important news from the "communications team". His eyes suddenly widened and he looked to the west involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)