Terraria: The Digitalized Me Is Causing Chaos

Time flies.

A week passed quietly by.

At the waist of an unnamed mountain, greenery abounds. Although it cannot compare to famous mountains, it has its own unique charm.

Yang Tao was riding a horse, looking through binoculars at a place ahead that looked more like a village than a mountain stronghold.

"This is Black Eagle Stronghold? Such a strong name, and this is it???"

Yang Tao returned to the Central Plains from the Western Regions, planning to find a place to develop his strength first. After inquiring from various sources, he finally obtained the location of this bandit hideout.

Originally, he felt that with such an elegant and cultured name, it had to be a stronghold of thousands, filled with burly bandits.

With his current strength, he would definitely be able to easily kill the bandit leader, and then rely on his powerful force to subdue some bandits, at least forming a foundation…

But looking at those thin figures working in the fields, Yang Tao only felt cheated by this damned society.

Yang Tao rode his horse towards this so-called stronghold.

As he approached the 'gate', a burst of clanging sounds erupted.

The figures who were originally working in the low wooden walls stopped their work and filed out of the 'gate' with various farm tools.

Yang Tao: "…"

At this time, a man who looked about thirty years old, holding a large knife, led the crowd to a stop about ten meters in front of Yang Tao.

The man wore a gray linen shirt, his face was a little pale, and his body was considered burly, stronger than those behind him.

Besides him, there were three other men holding wooden spears, looking at him warily.

At this moment, the leading man said:

"Who are you? What brings you to our Black Eagle Stronghold?"

Yang Tao now seriously suspected that he had been fooled, and couldn't help but ask:

"Are you bandits?"

The leading man looked at Yang Tao, spat fiercely on the ground and said, "What exactly are you here for, kid? If you don't say, don't blame us for being rude!"

Although he didn't say it, he also acknowledged Yang Tao's question.

Yang Tao dismounted and took the Falcon Blade from behind, the meter-long blade reflecting a cold light in the sun.

"Everyone, this stronghold is going to change hands…"

The leading man on the opposite side clearly flashed a hint of panic in his eyes, but it was quickly hidden.

Only the fingers holding the large knife were a little pale, obviously his heart was not calm.

Yang Tao walked towards the group step by step, some people took out simple bows and arrows and aimed at him.

However, these bows could be seen at a glance as bows and arrows made by ordinary village hunters themselves.

The atmosphere on the field instantly became tense.

"Release the arrows…"

With a loud shout from the leader, seven or eight arrows flew towards Yang Tao.

"Pfft…"

Seeing the arrows flying over, Yang Tao couldn't help but laugh.

Standing still, all the arrows flew past his body and landed on the dirt road behind him.

He had seen from the beginning that this group of people were just commoners who couldn't survive, and had no choice but to run to the mountains to become bandits in order to escape the oppression of the Yuan court.

There were many such people in this era, otherwise it would not have been possible for so many rebel armies to spring up across the country.

Yang Tao jumped lightly and slashed the Falcon Blade in his hand fiercely at the ground, leaving a three- or four-meter-long knife mark on the ground.

His sword qi was not as good as Zhang Wuji's father, who could carve characters on a cliff more than ten meters high, but a three- or four-meter knife mark could still be cut out.

"Lay down your weapons and surrender, I guarantee I won't kill you."

Seeing this scene, everyone was silent, looking at the man standing at the head.

The man's face changed color, and after a moment, he slumped and let go of his hand, the large knife falling to the ground, stirring up some dust.

Seeing this, the others also threw down their various 'weapons'.

Seeing this, Yang Tao also put away the Falcon Blade and walked towards the leading man.

He carefully looked at the other person's appearance, about twenty-seven or eight years old, his skin glowing with a bronze color, and the muscles exposed were very well-proportioned.

Looking at the desolate color revealed on the other person's firm face, Yang Tao softly and kindly asked: "What's your name? How many people are there in the stronghold?"

The man sighed as if resigned to his fate.

"Wang Twenty-seven… There are a total of 72 people in the village, most of whom are old and weak, and only the young and strong are those in front of you."

Yang Tao nodded lightly and walked straight into the stronghold.

Low wooden houses were scattered haphazardly in the stronghold, and a faint smell of urine filled the air, probably because some people were defecating everywhere.

Although he had already prepared himself mentally, he couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene.

Along the way, he had also passed some villages, but none were as dilapidated as this.

On second thought, that's right, anyone who can survive will risk being beheaded and go up the mountain.

Looking at the eyes standing behind the windows and looking outside, he turned his head to look at Wang Twenty-seven, who was following with a puzzled expression, and Yang Tao waved to him and shouted:

"Twenty-seven!"

Although Wang Twenty-seven was puzzled, he also walked to Yang Tao's side. He was considered to be knowledgeable in the village, and knew that with Yang Tao's strength, it would only take some effort to slaughter the village.

"Sir, I don't know…"

Yang Tao waved his hand and said: "You let those people go back to what they should do first."

"You come with me, I have something I want to ask you."

Wang Twenty-seven only hesitated for a moment, then turned to the people who followed and said: "Er Gou, you go do what you should do, I'll accompany this sir."

Following the path between the fields, Yang Tao walked slowly, looking at the low and sparse wheat in the fields, and stopped.

"Twenty-seven, I want to lead you to rebel, are you willing?"

He didn't look at Twenty-seven's expression, but looked at the surrounding terrain, and his mind had already begun to plan the scene here next.

It would be a waste to not build houses with my golden finger, waste is suicide.

Wang Twenty-seven heard Yang Tao's indifferent tone, as if he was asking him if he had eaten today.

But he didn't have any panic either.

Rebellion is death, and being a bandit is not much better, being caught by officials will either be demoted to slavery or beheaded for public display, to warn the people.

But no matter what, it's better than starving to death.

"As long as the lord can let us eat our fill, I am willing to follow the lord."

Yang Tao nodded and patted Wang Twenty-seven's shoulder, with a sincere smile and said: "A very wise choice."

"Are kings, lords, generals, and ministers born with a silver spoon in their mouth? Establishing merit and achieving success is today."

Then he paused and asked: "Just asking, can you get used to eating pumpkin…"