Chat group: Living in a fantasy world, investing in countless realms

Umaru: "That's right. If we develop technology, we might have to tighten our belts again. That would be terrible for ordinary people; they wouldn't have a good life at all."

Earth: "So, my rulers are pretty good. They haven't taken such big steps."

Southern Shaanxi.

Nestled among the mountains, rows of villages stand tall.

This is the Green Forest Stronghold led by the Jade Rakshasa Lian Ni Chang.

In the center of the mountain stronghold, a three-meter-tall statue stands in the open square. One by one, the outlaws line up respectfully and take turns to offer incense.

"Greetings, Master. Thank you for bestowing the Dharma upon me."

Recalling the patriarch's supernatural powers, everyone was deeply moved, and the piety on their faces was genuine.

Amazing.

The incantation, consisting of only a few hundred words, caused their strength to increase by leaps and bounds, immediately placing them among the top in the world.

Their leader, on the other hand, could turn a mountain into ashes with a wave of his hand, just like an immortal.

In the past, they all thought that talk of ghosts and gods was the talk of fools, but now they firmly believed in it.

"The lord has ordered that we prepare food at dawn tomorrow, depart at mid-morning, and strive to capture Hanzhong before nightfall."

"Yes."

At his command, the heroes were roused.

They had cultivated for a long time and possessed unparalleled strength; they were eager to get started.

Making achievements and establishing a career is a question that people in any era cannot escape.

With their newfound power, they were no longer content to remain bandits; instead, they aspired to achieve great things.

Just then, the leader had said that he would sweep across the world and change the world.

Now, the time has finally come.

The next day.

Between the mountains, hundreds of people and horses traveled on foot, yet they moved faster than galloping horses.

In no time, they arrived at the foot of Hanzhong City from among the mountains.

"kill!"

There were no elaborate schemes, only overwhelming force.

A group of people rushed towards the city gate like wolves and tigers. The soldiers in the city panicked and tried to close the gate, but found that the enemy was too fast and rushed into the city in the blink of an eye.

For a moment, shouts and cries of killing were heard everywhere.

A moment later, the sounds of killing stopped again, but the clanging and banging continued.

This was during the Wanli era, and military discipline had long been lax. The iron army that swept across the Yuan and Mongol empires in the early Ming Dynasty had long since disappeared into the annals of history.

Faced with an insurmountable enemy, these defending soldiers had little will to fight and immediately threw down their weapons and surrendered.

In fact, even if it were the same army from the early Ming Dynasty, how many of them would have the will to fight against such an invincible enemy?

so horrible!

These people can send people flying with a single punch, just like Li Yuanba in the novel, whose fists are like hammers weighing hundreds of kilograms.

Even arrows could be easily caught by these people, and with a flick of their wrists, they could pierce themselves.

The arrows fired from bare hands were even more powerful than those fired from a bow.

How can we fight an enemy like this?

Lian Ni Chang stood below the city wall, not participating in the battle, but simply watching quietly.

Even so, the battle ended in a quarter of an hour; the soldiers in the city surrendered, and the officials were captured.

"Statistically determine the population per acre and redistribute the land equally!"

With Li Yingqiong's success story as an example, Lian Nishang naturally followed suit.

The landlord class was definitely one of the most powerful classes in ancient times.

The gentry were also the class of large landowners.

In ancient times, daring to equally distribute land during a rebellion was absolutely like stirring up a hornet's nest, and would invite attacks from all over the country.

For an ordinary person, doing this would be courting disaster.

But Lian Ni Chang is different.

With a chat group as her background and the power to suppress the world, she felt no fear. On the contrary, she felt excited and full of fighting spirit at the idea of ​​breaking the old order and changing the world.

In just three months, Jade Rakshasa led the Green Forest Army to sweep across the entire southwest, and half of the world fell into the hands of this woman.

Shocks were felt throughout the government and the public!

The gentry were furious!

The landlord class was terrified.

But the common people secretly looked forward to it.

"If the Heavenly Army arrives, wouldn't we also be able to get a share of the land!"

Self-interest is the most tempting thing to do.

Ordinary people may not be literate, but they know the benefits.

If they can get land, then it doesn't matter to them whether Jade Rakshasa is a bandit or a demon.

The benefits you actually receive are more tangible than anything else.

These things were things that the Ming Dynasty court could never give them.

"waste!"

"They're all trash!"

"In three months, half the world has fallen into enemy hands. Are the troops of my Great Ming Dynasty just freeloaders?"

"And all of you, aren't you usually so talkative? Why are you all silent now? Is there no other way?"

Zhu Yijun, his eyes bloodshot, stared at the assembled officials below, roared, and then sat on the dragon throne, panting.

He is old!

However, even though the tiger is dead, its might remains!

Moreover, he was an old emperor, a more terrifying being than a tiger.

When he got angry, the people below didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

Actually, it's no wonder he got angry.

Because this matter is just too outrageous.

What could you do in three months during an ancient military campaign?

In three months, they might not even be able to conquer a single city.

The results of it?

The Ming Dynasty lost most of its territory in just three months!

Is there anything more outrageous than this?

Zhu Yijun even suspected that the ministers had colluded with Yu Luosha to surrender the Ming Dynasty.

Otherwise, even if we had a million pigs to guard half of the country, we wouldn't have lost it so quickly.

Suddenly, Zhu Yijun's gaze fell on a minister.

The minister felt the sharp gaze directed at him and, feeling helpless, could only step forward: "Your Majesty, according to the Embroidered Uniform Guard, that Jade Rakshasa is a martial arts master. Why not mobilize the palace guards and martial arts practitioners to assassinate her? Once the group is leaderless, those rebels will naturally collapse without a fight."

"Do people in the martial arts world have this ability?" Zhu Yijun frowned.

People in the martial arts world may be good at fighting alone, but they're helpless when they encounter a regular army.

As an emperor (level 3.9), he had a very good understanding of the world.

"Your Majesty, although martial artists are not skilled in military formations, they are unique in assassination. We can give them a try."

"Alright." Zhu Yijun nodded. "Issue my decree to gather the palace guards, the elite embroidered guards, and martial arts masters from the common people to assassinate Yu Luosha. Whoever can take her head will be rewarded with ten thousand gold pieces and granted the title of a king of a different surname."

"Yes."

"Your Majesty is wise."

The other ministers exchanged subtle glances and quickly echoed the sentiment, while inwardly scoffing, "How ridiculous! Can such a measure possibly work?"

What a million-strong army couldn't accomplish, a few warriors can do?

The ministers had no belief that the matter could succeed.

Zhu Yijun was well aware of this!

Now that only half the world remains, instead of doing nothing, we might as well take a gamble.

If it succeeds, that would be good.