The blade slashed, blood splattered, and the head of an officer and soldier flew up...... This guy still can't believe that someone would fight to protect the villagers.

Isn't this just a flock of lambs, we are all here to eat meat, why bother with our lives?

Unfortunately, there was no one to answer his questions, and the hooves of the rebels trampled on his corpse and pounced on the next target.

These cavalrymen participated in the attack on Zichuan County, and they were trained by Zhu Yiyuan, although the tactical level was not improved much, but the morale of the army was quite high.

In the face of this group of shameless people who can only bully the people, there is no politeness.

Again and again, they wielded their weapons and hunted with recklessness.

The officers and soldiers easily broke into the village, already immersed in killing and looting, and the chaos was unbearable.

In the face of the attack of the rebels, he was caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties.

And at this time, Zhu Yiyuan and the infantry also came up.

He is not really weak, but because he jumped into the well at the beginning and was physically weak, Zhu Yiyuan has always been behind. Recently, his physical strength has improved a lot, and he can easily carry a person for more than ten miles.

This time he rushed up with a knife and with the soldiers.

Looking at the village where the flames were soaring into the sky and the screams were incessant, Zhu Yiyuan took a deep breath, and in the next second, he raised the knife in his hand high and roared loudly.

"I am a soldier for my children, protecting the land and protecting the people!"

The rebels immediately followed and yelled.

"I am a soldier for my children, protecting the land and protecting the people!"

"Protect the land and protect the people!"

"Kill!"

……

Liu Bao brought three hundred advance teams, and Zhu Yiyuan brought dozens of people, in terms of troops, they were even slightly less than the officers and soldiers, but at this moment the big guys ignored these, they just wanted to kill all these things that were inferior to beasts.

Zhu Yiyuan also felt that there was a fire burning in his heart, and he somehow came to this world, was targeted by others, and almost became a puppet.

It's easy to survive, and I have to face the Qing Dynasty that entered the customs.

wanted to go to the Yimeng Mountains, and just after the action, he clashed with the Kong family,

Those villagers would rather endure the exploitation of the Kong family than listen to his ...... What's wrong with me, it's so hard to do something?

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Zhu Yiyuan waved the knife in his hand again and again, stabbing the cold blade into the body of the Qing army, and the splashing blood and dying wails stimulated Zhu Yiyuan's nerves.

In this damn world, it seems that the only way to do this is to keep raising the knife and killing all the enemies, and it will be too peaceful.

There was no one in front of Zhu Yiyuan, it turned out that he and the soldiers around him had already killed through the village.

At this moment, Zhu Yiyuan's legs kept trembling, and his arms were numb, as if he didn't belong to him. Standing there, all that was left was panting. It's still too weak, I can fight, but I can only fight a little.

Fortunately, they encountered the green camp in Laiwu, and they were busy looting, so Zhu Yiyuan was killed.

As far as the eye can see, there are still righteous soldiers chasing and killing the Qing army, and there are also young and strong villagers, who are holding wooden sticks and farm tools, full of resentment, and join the ranks of the besieging Qing army.

Among these people, only Huang Ying is almost crazy.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his skills are stronger than ordinary people. Most importantly, he was ashamed and angry in his heart, with monstrous anger.

is obviously his father, and he wants to calculate Zhu Yiyuan and use the righteous army to change his future.

However, he failed to harm others, but was slaughtered by the officials and soldiers.

As a result, the rebels came to save him, and Huang Ying didn't know what to say...... He could only vent his anger on the Qing army.

The battle lasted for almost two hours, and less than half of the 500 Qing soldiers were able to escape alive.

The rebels and the villagers cleaned up the battlefield together and counted the dead and wounded.

One by one, the corpses were carried over and piled up into a hill.

Villagers who were lucky enough to escape came to look for their relatives.

At this moment, a "dead corpse" moved, and the villagers hurried over, and it turned out to be Master Huang.

There was a long knife scar that ran from the cheek through the front of the chest to the soft underbelly.

The skin and flesh are turned out, drenched in blood, and it is shocking to watch.

However, the wound did not damage the fatal part, he only passed out temporarily, and after waiting for so long, he came back to life.

It's just that for Huang Shunren, he would rather die simply than not suffer this torture.

At this moment, Huang Ying ran over, saw the dazed father, and shouted.

"Dad, Qinggou has ruined the village! Dozens of villagers were killed. ”

Hearing this, Huang Shunren's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help coughing.

Huang Ying hurriedly hugged his father, and after a while, Huang Shunren recovered.

"What's going on, yes, who saved us? Isn't it an officer or soldier? Are they mistaken? Huang Shunren's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was a drowning person, desperately grasping for straw.

"No, it's Zhu Gongzi, it's the righteous army, and the righteous army saved us. Officers and soldiers will only kill civilians. Huang Ying couldn't hold back any longer and yelled at his father.

Huang Shunren was silent for a short time, and suddenly became even more crazy, "No, no, it must be thieves, they played tricks." How could the Son of Heaven kill his own people? No, definitely not ......."

At this time, Huang Shunren was already a little crazy.

Do you say he really doesn't know what's going on?

From the moment he took the initiative to go out of the village to greet him, he was slashed head-on by the officers and soldiers, and almost lost his life, it was already clear that the officers and soldiers had come to slaughter the people.

But he did not want to believe it, because in his view, the Son of Heaven was always holy and loved the people.

Regardless of whether this Son of Heaven is the Ming Dynasty, the Great Shun, or the Qing Dynasty, anyway, the Son of Heaven is the Son of Heaven, and the government is the government...... Although the reality has repeatedly slapped him in the face, he is stubborn and would rather die than believe it.

In the face of this kind of person, there is only a clean and neat way to shatter any illusions he has.

There were a few rebel soldiers who brought up a Qing army general.

"Get on your knees!"

The man had several wounds on his body, some of which were still bleeding.

"Why are you attacking the people and slaughtering the villages?"

He kept his head down, not wanting to speak.

The rebel soldier pressed the knife to his neck, "Speak! ”

The general was stunned for a moment, and could only say helplessly: "The villagers have more oil and water than the thieves, and they are easy to beat." ”

Although the voice was not high, it was no less than a thunderbolt that fell on Huang Shunren's ears.

This was said by the captured officers and soldiers, who had long been preparing to attack the villagers.

I don't have the courage to suppress bandits, but I don't have the courage to make a windfall by killing bandits, killing good people and risking merit, and making a lot of money!

Huang Shunren, who was greatly stimulated, suddenly screamed, opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of old blood, fell into a coma again, and did not wake up.

After counting, a total of 75 villagers were killed, and more than 30 women were bullied by the Qing army, and dozens of houses were burned down.

In less than a night, the wind and clouds changed color.

Villagers who have escaped death, facing their ruined homes, something called anger is burning.

Huang Ying dragged his father's body and buried it in a hurry. He didn't shed a single tear.

"Revenge, we have to join the rebels, and we have to fight the Tartars to the end."

The frightened old people have lost a few of their old friends, but they are still unwilling to bear the stigma of being thieves.

"Huang Ying, when your father was alive, you can say that a thief is a thief......"

"So he's dead!" Huang Ying roared angrily, like an angry wolf, frightening several old men to immediately shut their mouths.

The other young people in the village also stood up, and after the baptism of life and death, they no longer hesitated.

If you had gotten rid of these old people who were crippled and incapacitated, joined the rebels earlier, and had the ability to protect the land and the people earlier, maybe so many relatives would not have died.

"Zhu Gongzi, take us!"

Huang Ying took the lead and begged Zhu Yiyuan to allow them to join the rebel army.

Zhu Yiyuan looked at them silently, and did not agree immediately, but said lightly: "Go and bury the corpses of those Qing soldiers properly." ”

Huang Ying raised his head suddenly, and said in shock: "Zhu Gongzi, they have killed so many villagers and done so many bad things, they should throw their corpses outside." ”

Zhu Yiyuan walked among these young villagers, and said in a low voice: "My soldiers are not a group of reckless men who can only take revenge. We want to bury the Qing court and bury this cannibalistic world! ”