The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 115 Combat
Wang Wu looked seriously at the three hundred militiamen in front of him. These people were all carefully selected and had top-notch physiques.

This battle can only succeed but not fail. The Kitchen King only gave him three hundred militiamen, so he naturally wanted to choose the best.

"Everyone, Wang Wu's life is now in your hands."

Wang Wu raised his hands and bowed solemnly.

"Platoon Leader Wang, don't worry, guys," a squad leader patted his chest.

"Yes, Platoon Leader Wang, we have to thank you for giving us the opportunity to go into battle and kill the enemy!"

Another squad leader looked excited. Since they joined the militia, they have experienced almost no battles. The few battles either couldn't be fought, or the militia ended before their turn.

Now they actually have the opportunity to go out and fight alone. After hearing this news, how many militiamen wished they could show off their muscles naked in front of Wang Wu so that he could choose to fight on their own.

In the end, they were not selected, and they all sighed with regret, as if they had missed a hundred taels of gold.

"Okay, brothers, it's not all about words, it's all about fighting!"

Wang Wu raised the sword in his hand and shouted. As a heavenly soldier and a platoon leader, he had all the equipment he should have. However, in this small-scale battle, he felt that the red tassel gun was not as useful as a broadsword.

"war!"

The militiamen shouted while holding steel guns with sharp edges and cloth wrapped around the bottom.

Jiandangou is located in the southeast of Yanchang County. Compared with Cuiping Mountain next to the county seat of Yanchang County, Jiandangou is only a small mountain at most.

The tree land in this half of the mountain and the farmland that can be planted at the foot of the mountain are all considered to be the landowners of the Huang family.

But now, they are the territory of the fake "Kitchen King".

At this moment, there is a carnival in the Huang family courtyard. Rice porridge is being cooked in the courtyard. This is the grain stored by the Huang family landlord. In Shaanxi, which is dominated by wheat, this rice is particularly precious.

"The Kitchen King appears!"

"The Stove King is generous and generous!"

The people knelt down in the courtyard. In the large pot set up in the courtyard, the white porridge was boiling and bubbling.

This white porridge looks thick, but it looks a little strange. There are only some rice grains floating in the tumbling thick soup.

Rather than calling these things white porridge, it's more like growing some kind of noodle soup with a layer of rice floating on top.

But even so, it is extremely precious food to these people.

They all came here to seek refuge with the Kitchen King.

After arriving in the royal courtyard, I found the Kitchen King distributing porridge.

Moreover, they also saw the Kitchen King with their own eyes, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat gentle.

What best proves the magic of Kitchen King is that every time Kitchen King spreads his teachings, he speaks in an ethereal way. He doesn’t even open his mouth, but his voice is heard.

In addition, the Kitchen King really gave them food to eat.

The people around him believed deeply in the Stove King. They knelt on the ground one by one, cheering the Stove King's name, with excitement and excitement on their faces. They really saw the Stove King.

Wei Wu sneered and looked at these stupid people kneeling on the ground.

He used to be a busker, proficient in ventriloquism, but now it is a disaster year, the people are in dire straits, and he can't eat either.

It is better to sit on the ground and be a thief than to starve to death.

Occasionally I hear that there is a "Kitchen King" in the north, who can conjure up white porridge, pickled mustard and eggs, or come back in the clouds and return in the fog.

The rumors are getting more and more mysterious and bizarre.

Only Wei Wu knows that everything is fake, and he is probably one of his peers. He has been traveling around the world as a performer for many years, and he has never seen anyone, and those people's deceitful methods can play tricks on them.

Outsiders can't see any flaws at all.

Isn't it easy to fool some stupid people?

The Kitchen King's name was so loud that Wei Wu had this idea. He used ventriloquism to convince others and convinced a group of subordinates. Outside the Huang family, he also relied on ventriloquism and the Kitchen King's name to directly incite The tenants and servants of the Huang family rebelled.

Those people held the Huang family landlord's head and presented it to him.

Now, his followers have grown to more than 600 people. Previously, he had to perform humblely in the streets and bow to these people. "The rich will support you with money, and the others will support you personally" in exchange for a few coins to make a living. Son.

But now, the situation has reversed. These people knelt in front of him and shouted long live the Kitchen King.

Pray for him to give some food.

"Follow me, pick up weapons, fight bravely, and save more people. Even if you die, your souls will return to heaven and become heavenly soldiers and generals!"

The Kitchen King closed his mouth tightly, but the sound still came out.

This scene made the people who had never seen ventriloquism become even more enthusiastic.

If you are alive, you will have something to eat with the Kitchen King, and if you die, you can directly become a heavenly soldier or general.

Although he is still a soldier, he is at least a god!
Then there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Long live the Kitchen King."

"Long live the Kitchen King!"

Everyone nodded and shouted.

These people are all nearby people, not a single scholar, and they are honest and humble farm men. Otherwise, how could no one expose Wei Wu's ventriloquism.

The landowner of the Huang family was also unjustly accused. He had heard of the name of the Stove King.

When he knew that the person outside was the Kitchen King, he suddenly lost the ability to think.

There were only rumors about the Stove King in his mind, until the furious tenants and servants took off his head.

Wei Wu was very satisfied. As for whether there would be any consequences for playing the Stove King, he had never thought about replacing the Stove King. He just wanted to use the name of the Stove King to gather some followers and attract those around him who had heard of the Stove King. The people were all tricked, and after staying here for a few days, they went south.

Stay away from the Kitchen King here.

Then the real Kitchen King can't cause trouble for him because of this.

"Kitchen King, what's wrong, there are two or three hundred people from the north, armed with weapons, coming here with murderous intent."

Suddenly someone rushed in and shouted in panic.

Wei Wu's heart trembled, but when he realized that those people only had two or three hundred, he calmed down a little.

Just two or three hundred people.

And he has 600 people here.

"Are those people officers and soldiers?"

Wei Wu asked in a deep voice using ventriloquism.

Seeing the Stove Lord so calm and calm, this somewhat flustered man also calmed down.

After carefully recalling it, he said: "Those people were not officers and soldiers. They were still wearing cotton clothes. The weapons in their hands seemed to be sharpened sticks, which were very thin."

He described it to Wei Wu.

Wei Wu sneered in his heart, where did this person come from? He grabbed some sticks and rushed here. What on earth are they here for?

"Coming from the north, it can't be the troops sent by the Kitchen King, right?" Wei Wu noticed the details of the person who just reported.

The Kitchen King is considered a group of rogues, so it's not surprising to have such equipment.

"You dare to come here and attack two or three hundred people with these wooden sticks. You really don't treat me as a human being."

Wei Wu thought to himself, even if Li Kui beat Li Gui, he would have to use three points of strength.

The Stove King sent people to surround and suppress him so quickly, but he sent just such a small number of people. Who do you think he looked down upon?

"I am giving porridge to you, but now there are enemies coming to attack my heavenly power. The time has come for you to become heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals! Kill them! I will personally supervise the battle!"

Wei Wu spoke in ventriloquism, his tone was passionate and confusing.

"Kill them! All-day soldiers!"

The people immediately shouted, they picked up hoes, axes, hatchets, and rakes and rushed outside the Huang family courtyard, with anger and fanaticism on their faces.

The Kitchen King was serving porridge, and someone interrupted him, but it was okay, if he won the battle, he would drink porridge, and if he lost, he would become a heavenly soldier.

They swarmed in front of the Huang Family Courtyard. They didn't even use the Huang Family Courtyard wall to fight, they just rushed out. Wei Wu didn't even think about taking advantage of the terrain.

He followed behind these fools and felt very happy when he saw so many people shouting and fighting for him. When a little person suddenly enjoys the taste of power, expansion and madness are inevitable.

“It’s still unclear who is true or false.”

These were the eight words that came to Wei Wu's mind at this time.

"For the Kitchen King."

"You can still become a soldier even if you die."

The cries of the people came out, and Wang Wu, who was originally preparing to launch an army to investigate and kill everyone, and the militiamen behind him all showed doubtful expressions on their faces.

What did they hear?
Can you become a heavenly soldier after you die?

This fake Kitchen King even learned how to be a heavenly soldier?He also deceived the people by saying that he could become a heavenly soldier only after he died.

It's simply abominable and deserves death!

Angry looks appeared on the faces of Wang Wu and others. This man used the name of Stove King to harm the people in this way. He did not know what kind of rhetoric he used to make the people believe it.

"We are the militiamen under the command of the Kitchen King! You have mistakenly believed in the false Kitchen King, don't be stubborn any longer!"

Wang Wu shouted to the front.

After hearing this, the militiamen behind showed anxious expressions. They could not persuade them to surrender. They were still counting on gaining military honors this time. They could not stop fighting. In what month and year would they be able to advance to the heavenly ranks?

But out of discipline, they did not dare to interfere with the shouting of a platoon leader of the heavenly soldiers.

The people in front suddenly looked puzzled when they heard Wang Wu's words. These people said that they were the militiamen under the command of the Kitchen King, and also said that the Kitchen King here was fake?
When Wei Wu heard this, he immediately knew that these were indeed the troops sent by the real Kitchen King. It seemed that the news from him had reached Na Yanchang.

"My people, don't believe his words, he dares to flaunt my name! Kill them quickly, there is still porridge cooking in the courtyard!"

Wei Wu's voice came from behind, but this time he shouted out. The people all turned their backs to him, and no one noticed. They only felt that the Stove King's voice was more majestic and loud.

"Kill them! Eat plain porridge!"

"Kill them!"

The people were furious and rushed towards Wang Wu and others with weapons raised.

Wang Wu looked angry, these people were so stubborn, and the person who made the sound just now must be the fake Kitchen King, and there was even white porridge.

It's weird to pretend that's the case.

He looked at the people rushing over, all holding kitchen utensils in their hands. Although there were many people, the quality was not comparable to that of the militiamen.

"Array to meet the enemy!"

"Flee with me!"

"Yes!"

The militiamen showed excitement, and there was no fear on their faces when facing an enemy that was twice as many as their own.

They only want to kill the enemy, kill the enemy, gain military merit, and become a heavenly soldier.

Both sides are fighting for almost the same thoughts, both want to become heavenly soldiers, and both are fighting for the Kitchen King.

The militiamen were holding sharpened steel bars. After being sharpened, the steel bars had the function of stabbing, and they were very sharp, but the wounds they caused were not as good as armor-piercing guns.

But in terms of toughness, no amount of armor-piercing guns can compare to this steel bar.

The common people looked at these militiamen, "a group of people with sharpened wooden sticks." This was what the common people thought in their hearts. They were not as good as the kitchen utensils in their hands. Thick wooden sticks were just things that could be broken in one go.

A commoner hit one of the militiamen with a hoe.

The militiamen took their time, looking at the civilians with their chests wide open for defense, and quickly and straightly stabbed the civilians in the heart with the steel guns in their hands.

The most common posture in daily training is facing this posture. Although it seems that the opponent's hoe is about to fall, this posture of turning and swinging downward is actually the stupidest and slowest.

"Pfft."

The pointed tip of the steel gun sank in instantly. After stabbing tens of thousands of times on weekdays, it showed its edge today.

The man looked at the steel bar that had penetrated his chest in disbelief, and the hoe in his hand fell weakly to the ground.

The militiaman suddenly pulled the steel bar out of the man's chest, and then continued to swing it at the people around him.

"One."

It takes three heads to advance to the Heavenly Soldiers. He has already got one, but is still missing two.

The ranks of the militiamen were very orderly, and they always looked out for each other.

Wang Wu is holding a knife. He is the only one with the shortest weapon in the entire team. However, he was very good with a knife when he was on patrol. Now after days of tactical and physical training, plus eating better, his strength has been improved. A huge improvement.

These common people holding kitchen utensils and farm tools were almost like babies in Wang Wu's eyes.

There is no threat to him.

Wang Wu swung his knife to push away the hatchet wielded by the person in front of him, and then directly changed the knife to chop, slashing the man's chest with the knife, and blood spattered out instantly.

"what!"

The man in front of him screamed and fell to the ground. Wang Wu slashed, slit the man's neck, and then continued to fight elsewhere.

The sounds of fighting and screaming can be heard endlessly in the field. The militiamen's steel guns are always able to deflect the weapons of the enemies in front of them at tricky angles, and then pierce into their hearts. They are clean and efficient. Use these three words to describe The fighting of the militiamen couldn't be more appropriate.

They even had the energy to help other militiamen rescue the siege, after all, the number of the other party was twice as many.

In a war, this kind of numerical difference is almost crushing, but these people did not take advantage of their numbers.

They fought entirely on instinct, but the militiamen were uniformly trained.

Their formations are well-organized, their fighting is efficient, and their battles are almost devastating.

Not long after, Wei Wu, who was behind, noticed something was wrong. Their people seemed to be dying, but the other party had almost no casualties.

　sorry for being late
　　
　
(End of this chapter)