Chapter 100: Hatred

In this land full of wolf smoke and beacon fire, there is chaos, in this war, countless people are fighting, using their respective advantages, desperately to seize more land, after seizing, it is not too much, and more is wanted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info is like a snowball.

In the midst of the fighting, it is extremely tragic, if it is placed on the earth, then it is definitely a hell on earth, but it is not worth mentioning here.

If there is anything that can be compared with the cruelty of the place, then the first thing that Lin Qiguang will think of is undoubtedly the massacre of the Manchu Dynasty.

This is indeed more cruel than this, but unlike here, everyone here is all aiming their butcher knives at each other, there is no concept of friend or foe, here, no one can live long, and there can be no winner.

Because, there is absolutely no way that anyone here will survive.

No matter how strong you are, after fighting, you get more things, but you will consume more physical strength, and you will be targeted by others because of this.

Then, more people will rush to the top of the group, weeding out those who have more things but are physically depleted.

This is a cycle, after being killed, there will be infighting because of the partition issue, and in the end, only one person can survive, and after the surviving person is swallowed alone, there will be a new round of group fighting.

How could there be a winner? There is no such thing, and in such an environment, there can be no winner.

Of course, it's not that no one will realize this, but these people are all poor and crazy people, and if they want to give up everything in front of them and go back to be the poor people who have nothing, who will be willing? Who would not want to take a fight to see if they are lucky enough to become a human being?

Of course, they will think so, even if there is no winner, they will consciously devote themselves to this Shura field, because no one can guarantee that the next winner will be themselves?

It was at a time when everyone was like a red-eyed gambler that a man, a middle-aged man, seemed to be hiding in a pile of corpses, a large pit where a large number of slaughtered people were discarded.

It seems that he was lucky and did not suffer fatal injuries, and only because he was pretending to be dead that he was thrown here with good luck.

However, he seemed to have some difficulty breathing and delirium due to being held down by other corpses, and it took a while for him to barely get out of this pile of corpses.

He began to recall the things he had been through.

Those slaughters again and again, those bottomless despair, those eyes with red eyes like gamblers, the battlefields that are more tragic than the Shura killing field, those warlords who are high up and like the nobility of the old times.

and the robbers who loot and kill under the hands of the warlords.

All this does not seem to have changed for the better because of the disappearance of those nobles, but has become more chaotic, more terrifying, and more desperate.

Of course, he didn't think that the old era before would be better than the current one.

In a trance, he seemed to have forgotten something, but at the same time, he seemed to remember something.

He didn't get any revelation, nothing, and Lin Qiguang would not have given him enlightenment, nor would he have directly interfered in these things.

What Lin Qiguang pursues is something that comes naturally, not a fact that appears under his own forcible interference.

And so did he.

It was a desire that came naturally to him.

Something he wanted deep down.

The peace he wants, the averageness he wants, the justice and fairness he wants.

What he wants is actually a world where as long as he can work hard, he will definitely reap the rewards, whether it is the old era or the new era, these nobles and warlords are actually his enemies.

For a long time, those nobles and warlords have been like a high but unreachable mountain, suppressing everything at the bottom, never thinking of turning over, and never wanting to get dignity.

What he wanted, whatever it was, it certainly wouldn't be like that.

Therefore, these warlords are his enemies and targets for him to bring down.

If it was in the past, a place with a high hierarchy would not have made him have such an idea at all.

After all, just being alive is hard enough.

If you are born, you have to pay birth tax, otherwise you will have to directly induce labor to live by abortion, strangulation, and drowning.

In addition to this, there is also an ear tax, and if you don't pay it, you have to cut off your ears.

Even dung has to be taxed.

It can be said that there are so many taxes that there is simply no way to afford them.

The income of his own year is not enough to pay taxes at all, this is still the situation of good weather in his neighborhood, once he encounters a famine, he will immediately sell his children and daughters or even sell himself directly, but fortunately none of this happened.

But even so, even if he didn't eat or drink anything, he was a pariah who could not pay taxes but borrow money, often from usury.

Then, in the end, even if you are in debt, after a long time, you will have to mortgage everything, and you will become a slave like all unfortunate people in the past.

Although those nobles left too suddenly, he didn't let him experience this process, but he also understood what the consequences would be if he continued like this.

Therefore, he has a complete antipathy to these warlords and nobles.

Because of this, in the end, he was also included in the ranks of the slaughter, if it was not for the chance that he did not get fatally injured, and if he was lucky enough not to encounter the wound infection, then he would have died.

But his family, all he had, wasn't so lucky.

There is no need to say much about the fate of his wife and daughter, and he doesn't want to think about it.

His son, dead, was hung on a tree and hanged there, as if this one air-dried corpse had been used for an exhibition!

His family, and his own fate, is the best proof of hatred!

Under such hatred, there is no revenge?

He wants revenge! He wants to destroy it all! Leave no one behind!

In this way, he was buried in this mass grave, and because he was lucky and escaped.

Because of the difficulty in breathing, I fell into a trance, and I remembered the original things and ideals in a trance, and suddenly understood what I should do.