After Ming Dynasty

Chapter 35 Young Master Zhu's Soldiers

Chapter 35 Young Master Zhu's Soldiers
The blade slashed, blood splashed, and the head of an officer flew up... This guy still can't believe that someone would fight to protect the villagers.

Isn't this a group of lambs, we are all here to eat meat, why risk our lives?

It's a pity that no one will answer his questions for him. The horseshoes of the rebel army stomped on his corpse and rushed towards the next target.

These cavalry were involved in the attack on Zichuan County and had been trained by Zhu Yiyuan. Although their tactical level had not improved much, their morale was quite high.

Facing this group of shameless people who only bully the common people, they are not polite at all.

They waved their weapons again and again, hunting and killing wantonly.

The officers and soldiers rushed into the village easily, and they were already immersed in killing and looting, and they were in a state of chaos.

Facing the attack of the rebel army, he was caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties.

And at this moment, Zhu Yiyuan led the infantry and killed them.

He wasn't really weak, but Zhu Yiyuan was always behind because he jumped into the well and his body was weak.Recently, his physical strength has improved a lot, and he can easily carry a person on his back for more than ten miles.

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

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

"I am a soldier of the younger generation, protecting the land and the people!"

The rebel soldiers immediately roared angrily.

"I am a soldier of the younger generation, protecting the land and the people!"

"Protect the land and protect the people!"

"kill!"

……

Liu Bao brought [-] advance teams, and Zhu Yiyuan brought dozens more. In terms of military strength, they were even slightly smaller than the officers and soldiers, but at the moment the big guys ignored these, they just wanted to kill all these inferior things .

Zhu Yiyuan also felt that there was a fire burning in his heart. He came to this world for no reason, and was watched by others, almost becoming a puppet.

After finally surviving, he had to face the Qing Dynasty who entered the customs again.

He wanted to go to the Yimeng mountain area, but he clashed with the Kong family as soon as he acted.

Those villagers would rather endure the exploits of the Kong family than listen to him... What's wrong with me, is it so difficult to do something?
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

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

In this damn world, it seems that the only way to keep raising the knife and kill all the enemies is peace.

There was no one in front of Zhu Yiyuan's eyes. It turned out that he and the soldiers around him had killed through the village.

At this moment, Zhu Yiyuan's legs were trembling and his arms were numb, as if he didn't belong to him.Standing there, only panting.Still too weak to fight, just a little bit.

Fortunately, what they met was the Green Camp in Laiwu, and they were busy looting, so Zhu Yiyuan had a good time killing them.

Looking up, there are still rebels chasing and killing the Qing army, and there are also young and strong villagers, holding wooden sticks and farming tools, and full of resentment, they joined the ranks of besieging the Qing army.

Among these people, only Huang Ying was almost crazy.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his skills are better than ordinary people.Most importantly, he was ashamed and angry in his heart, filled with monstrous rage.

He was obviously his father, and he wanted to plot against Zhu Yiyuan, using the rebel army to change his future.

However, he failed to harm others, but was slaughtered by the army.

In the end, the rebel army was needed to rescue him. 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. Of the five hundred Qing troops, less than half of them escaped alive.

The rebels and the villagers cleaned the battlefield together and counted the casualties.

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

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

At this moment, a "dead body" moved, and the villagers rushed over. It turned out to be Mr. Huang.

There is a long knife mark, from the cheek through the chest, all the way to the soft rib.

Flesh turned out, dripping with blood, looked shocking.

However, this wound did not damage the fatal part, he just passed out temporarily, after waiting for such a long time, he came back to life.

But for Huang Shunren, he would rather die than suffer this torture.

At this moment Huang Ying ran over, saw the dazed old man, and cried out.

"Father, the Qing dog has ruined the village! Dozens of fellow villagers have been killed."

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

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

"What's going on, yes, who saved us? Was it the officers and soldiers? Did they make a mistake?" Huang Shunren's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was a drowning man, desperately grabbing at straws.

"No, it's Mr. Zhu, it's the rebel army. The rebel army saved us. Officers and soldiers only kill ordinary people." Huang Ying couldn't bear it any longer, and yelled back at his father.

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

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

Are you saying he really doesn't know what happened?

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

But he was unwilling to believe this, because in his opinion, the Son of Heaven is always wise and always loves the people.

Regardless of whether the emperor is Daming, Dashun, or Daqing, anyway, the emperor is the emperor, 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, the only thing to do is to smash any illusions of him cleanly.

Several rebel soldiers brought a Qing army general up.

"Your Majesty!"

The man had several injuries, some of which were still bleeding.

"Why do you attack people and slaughter villages?"

He lowered his head, not wanting to speak.

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

The general was stunned for a moment, and could only helplessly say: "The villagers are more lucrative than the thieves, and they are easier to beat."

Although the voice was not high, it was no less than a thunder, and it landed in Huang Shunren's ears.

This is what the captured officers and soldiers said, and they were already preparing to attack the villagers.

I don't have the guts to suppress bandits, but I don't have the guts to make a fortune by killing the good and making a fortune by suppressing the bandits!
The irritated Huang Shunren suddenly yelled, opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of old blood, fell into a coma again, and did not wake up.

The sky was bright, the clouds cleared and the mist cleared. After counting, a total of 75 villagers were killed, and more than 30 women were bullied by the Qing army. Dozens of houses were burned to the ground.

In less than one night, the situation will change.

The villagers who had escaped from the dead, faced with their messy homes, something called anger was burning.

Huang Ying dragged his father's body and hurriedly buried it.He did not shed a single tear.

"Revenge, we want to join the rebel army and fight the Tartars to the end."

The frightened old people have lost several old partners, but they still don't want to bear the infamy of thieves.

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

"So he's dead!" Huang Ying roared angrily, like an angry wolf, scaring the old people to shut their mouths immediately.

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

If we had gotten rid of these disabled old people earlier, joined the rebel army earlier, and acquired the ability to protect the land and the people earlier, perhaps so many relatives would not have died.

"Master Zhu, accept us!"

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

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

Huang Ying suddenly raised her head and said in shock: "Young Master Zhu, they killed so many folks and did so many bad things, they should throw their bodies outside."

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

 The small one seems to be straightened out. If you have any suggestions, please leave more comments...

  
 
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