Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 44 Heaven is dead, Huang Tian is here to stand

Master Li’s retainers were also defeated?

Outside Zhaojiazhuang, shouts of killing shook the sky, shrill roars and pleas for mercy mixed together, and dense crowds of thieves and refugees filled the open space.

Zhao Gui knew without even looking that the thieves had been very successful, and that the countless starving refugees in the checkpoints were enraged.

The team of servants that he had relied on as reinforcements was collapsing, and he could only stay on the wall and watch the thieves commit crimes.

I didn't expect that the beggar would mix in with the refugees and mislead people!

When he thought about the bandits defeating Li's servants and seizing their weapons and equipment, thus greatly increasing their strength, he felt a deep despair rising up in his heart.

It's like a naughty kid throwing a torch into a dark ancient well, awakening the sleeping ancient demon. The ridiculous reason for activating the countdown to destruction makes people even more desperate.

"Open the door! Let us in, open the door quickly!"

The defeated servants of the Li family threw themselves against the wall like a stray dog, and slammed the gate of the village with their bloody hands, leaving behind a dull thud.

However, the Zhao family members in the village were already scared out of their wits. Their muscles were tense and they dared not move a step. It was as if the bandits outside the city were all zombie monsters, and the family members in the village would be attacked if they made any noise.

Zhao Gui could only watch helplessly as the crowd engulfed all the servants.

He seemed like a supporting character in a zombie movie with a strong desire to survive, hiding in a safe house and watching through the glass window as the zombies devoured his friends bit by bit.

But in just a moment, all the more than 200 servants were killed, but Zhao Gui clearly saw that the number of "rebels" had increased a lot, and it seemed that they were forcing the surviving servants to follow the thieves.

All the reinforcements he had worked so hard to get were lost just because the village gate was not opened?

"There's chaos, chaos..."

He murmured dully, then his eyes widened as if infused with vitality, and he turned to look at the Zhao clan leader.

He rushed forward, swinging his fist and hitting his uncle in the face, punch after punch, wishing he could beat the old ghost to death, "It's all your fault, you old immortal thing. If you hadn't closed the door tightly, they wouldn't have died!"

"Pull him away!"

The younger generation and servants nearby quickly pulled the frantic Zhao Gui away and dragged him under the earth wall.

Even though he was being dragged away by several people, he was still cursing, "You killed more than two hundred good men, now who do you want to guard the village!"

The patriarch, with a face full of injuries, was helped up. He leaned against the earthen wall and looked outside the village. A sudden feeling of heart-wrenching regret arose in him.

"Food! Food! Food!" The beggars and refugees were approaching closer and closer, like a raging flood sweeping in.

They were muttering and roaring, and the voices of countless people gradually merged into a wave of sound that could be heard by everyone in Zhaojiazhuang.

A beggar with a yellow scarf tied around his head stood on an overturned rice jar, beating the gong with all his might. "The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky shall be established. The year is Jiashen, and the world will be blessed!"

"Fellow villagers, let's go shoulder to shoulder!" A beggar with a Henan accent shouted loudly.

Twenty strong men lifted a clean-cut log together and rushed to the front of the team.

"Charge into Zhaojiazhuang!" Thirty swordsmen stepped forward and protected their teammates who were attacking the goal under their shields.

However, Zhaojiazhuang was unable to organize any decent resistance. Seeing the thousands of refugees coming in full force, many tenants and members of the Zhao family had already opened the back door and fled.

The attacking team had a smooth journey, without even seeing arrows or falling rocks.

"Collide!"

The team carried logs and rammed the village gate. Once, twice, the unguarded village gate was quickly broken down. The surging refugees were like water breaking through a dam, instantly breaking through the gate of Zhaojiazhuang and rushing in.

"Kill, kill, kill all the Zhao family members!"

The Zhao clan leader, who was still standing on the stairs regretting opening the door, was stabbed to death. The other juniors and servants also fled in panic. Those who ran slowly and fell to the ground were all stabbed to death by the players who rushed over.

Desperate, Zhao Gui rushed forward with a machete in hand. The shadow of two crushing defeats had robbed him of hope, and he felt guilty about Master Li's trust. Over 200 servants had been wasted in his hands.

The beggar thief attacked Zhaojiazhuang today, and tomorrow he will attack the Li family, whose strength has been greatly weakened.

"God damn beggar thief!"

Zhao Gui faced the thieves who entered the village head-on, but was attacked by two thieves who attacked him flexibly, one cutting his neck with one knife and the other cutting his waist with another. He died with his eyes open.

Some players chased after rich men in expensive clothes with swords, while others rushed into the streets of the village and killed all the masters and ladies they saw, even chopping the earthworms on the ground upright.

"The granary is here!" A flattering tenant farmer led the rebel army to an important location.

The player broke through the door of the granary and stabbed the barn with a knife, and golden corn flowed like water.

The refugees following closely behind rushed into the golden ocean and took the corn into their arms.

Some people were so hungry that they stuffed raw rice into their mouths and cried nervously.

Some people took off their smelly clothes, screamed, and wrapped corn, wheat, and flour in the clothes... They picked up a big bag and squeezed out happily.

Others murmured thoughtfully, muttering that if they had had food earlier, their families would not have starved to death.

"There's food! There's food!"

The poor refugees were obviously starving, but they smiled happily when they got the life-saving food. The blood from the corners of their mouths dripped into the corn and was eaten by the refugees.

At this time, a player wearing a bamboo hat stepped on a wooden box and said, "Fellow villagers, please don't make a fuss. Give food to everyone according to their numbers. Don't waste it! These millets and wheat are the blood and sweat of us ordinary people. Everyone deserves it!"

His voice was loud, but the chaotic environment overwhelmed his personal voice.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound of firearms and firecrackers. The refugees were slightly stunned and stopped making a commotion for a while. They thought it was the government troops coming, but when they looked closely, they realized that it was the guns of the volunteer soldiers.

But fire guns are controlled items only owned by government troops, so how could the volunteer soldiers have them?
"We've taken over Zhaojiazhuang, and there's plenty of wheat! We're all poor, and if we waste food, how will the poorer brothers behind us get any food? Those with elderly, weak women, and children at home should take it first. Don't panic, don't rush, there's food for everyone!"

After beheading more than a dozen hooligans who disobeyed orders and even wanted to fight with Qihuo, order was slowly restored in Zhaojiazhuang.

Breaking into the village and killing people are secondary. The main thing is to get the money, food and supplies from Zhaojiazhuang, and then use the money and food to increase manpower to attack the county town.

The Zhao family members who were searched out were dragged to the square inside the village. Several of them were beaten and kicked by the players. They were bleeding from their noses and mouths and were dying.

Fortunately, the players tortured these people and found out where the money was hidden. The players dug three feet deep and found dozens of boxes. When they opened them, they found that they were filled with gold, silver, jewelry, banknotes and IOUs.

The gold, silver and jewelry seized from the village were naturally accepted by the players, and the promissory notes, indentures and other contracts were placed on the firewood pile in front of the villagers.

"Fellow villagers, the entire Zhao family, rich and unkind, exploiting the people of our land, has been executed on the spot!" A player wearing a yellow turban held a torch high toward the pile of dry firewood. "Today, we, acting on behalf of Heaven and saving the world, will burn these evil deeds for you and abolish this evil law. From now on, whether you are a Zhao family slave, a poor peasant in debt, or a tenant farmer, you are free!"

The torches ignited the tinder, which then ignited the dry wood. The raging fire devoured the dry wood and haystacks, as well as the promissory notes and contracts that had bound the people for more than a decade.

The refugees watching the scene immediately cheered, and many of them knelt down and kowtowed, expressing their gratitude to the rebels for removing their "shackles" and eliminating the scourge.

This was not just the burning of the "contract" that weighed on them, but also the physical elimination of Zhaojiazhuang, the entity that annexed land and exploited the people.

Some young and strong laborers were so excited that they wanted to join the volunteer army to "enforce justice on the behalf of heaven" on the spot.

"How do you feel?" Huang Zilong, with a black cloth covering his head, asked his old friend.

"It feels so good to be God. Everyone respects and loves us. It feels like it's destiny..." Liu Changsheng panted heavily, and the steel knife in his hand was dripping with the landlord's pink blood.

"This isn't the end of the matter. News of the village's destruction is spreading quickly, and there will surely be many refugees and villagers coming to take the food... As long as we select a group of relatively strong men to form an army, we'll become a genuine rebel force, and taking over the county town will be a piece of cake!"

"This time we are really going to the mall." Even though Lu Xiaobu had a black cloth covering his head, his eyes and mouth showed joy that was hard to conceal.

(End of this chapter)