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

Chapter 62 Chaos
Zhao Shitong and others climbed over and rushed towards the door, shouting.

The people standing at the corner of the fence also started shouting.

The people at the door parted in the middle, leaving a path for the horses to rush forward.

When the shouts of killing rang out, Yang Lichao held the armor-piercing gun and pulled the reins to rush forward. The sound of horse hooves sounded. The Tianbing militiamen and refugees who joined outside looked at Yang Lichao's majestic appearance and suddenly felt envious. However, The most important thing now was to achieve military success. They just waited for Yang Lichao to come and they rushed in after him.

The distance of 50 meters was enough for the horses to move up quickly. Yang Lichao leaned forward with a gun in one arm and stared at both sides of the door. All he had to do was to rush over, tear open the door, and rush to the end where the people behind the door were surrounded. , and then turned around to fight.

The people inside the door panicked. They heard shouts of death coming from one side of the courtyard wall, and then saw hundreds of people rushing out from the side, screaming towards them. They seemed to be surrounded. Someone came from the side. The courtyard wall came over.

"What a mess, two heads and half a stone of food," Li Dayong yelled. This was the method taught to him by the housekeeper. He would shout this when the team was in chaos.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, the team of tenant farmers immediately calmed down. Why are they panicking? These people are also farmers like them. Oh no, they are rebels now. Killing four of them will give you one stone of grain, almost It is equivalent to the output of one acre of land.

"Half of you go and stop those people. The others stay here and watch the door with me."

Li Dayong shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bunch of people were about to rush that way. Without any specific instructions, these people could only rely on their own feelings to walk that way. After a while, more than 500 people walked that way, and two to three hundred people were greeted. Those who came from the side passed by.

Before Li Dayong could say anything, he heard the sound of horse hooves outside the door.

When he reacted, someone had already rushed in on horseback.

Li Dayong felt that the people on the horse didn't even look at him, so he immediately yelled, "What the hell are you doing if you stop him?"

When the people behind saw the horses rushing in, they waved their knives in panic, but no one dared to step forward. When ordinary soldiers saw people charging on horses, they would not dare to stretch out their spears and face them directly, let alone these. Servants and tenants who have not experienced many scenes.

Holding a machete more than a foot long in their hands, and looking at the nearly three-meter long spear held by others, how could they dare to move forward.

The gap between ideals and reality is so big. Doesn't it mean that everyone outside is a peasant rebel like them? Why are there still people riding horses and holding spears?

The horses rushed in, and a big man with a black face came roaring in behind, followed by a group of people with sticks in their hands, and they got inside in rows of three or three.

The black-faced man came up and took two people to the side. The person who was blocking him was hit in the head with two sticks and his body suddenly fell to the ground.

The people around him had just reacted.

"Kill people and get food!"

Li Dayong shouted, but when he looked at the big black-faced man, he felt scared and did not dare to step forward. They servants killed people and did not have much food. How could they fight for their lives with that little food and salary.

He turned and rushed towards the person on the other side who looked to be about the same size as him. "Kill people and get food!"

The tenants looked at the people rushing in. At least they were not that horse, leaving them helpless. These people were obviously much easier to deal with.

Everyone rushed forward with shouts. What surprised them was that the people on the opposite side were also shouting something.

"Kill a man and become a natural soldier! Eat white porridge and pickled mustard!"

These people were shouting even louder than they were. Looking at their faces, they had ferocious faces, red eyes, nostrils wide open, like a cow's nose, and the veins on their necks were jumping, as if they were looking at something. Shared enemies.

They, a group of tenants, dared to fight with these people with knives just after seeing the grain brought out by the housekeeper. But the militiamen watched the heavenly soldiers squatting together every day, drinking fragrant white porridge and chewing crunchy rice. They could only eat crispy mustard with sesame oil, and they could only eat wheat paste. They were so envious that Kunba turned purple. Now that the opportunity they had been waiting for for many days finally came, how could they not go crazy.

The militiamen rushed in faster than the heavenly soldiers, pouring in one after another.

A hole was torn open on the left side by Ren Hongli. He followed Liu Zhenhua's instructions and did not stay where he was after rushing in. He waved his stick and rushed in one direction, and then turned back after rushing out.

He held the steel bar, used his hands and feet together, and rushed forward like a bull, with two heavenly soldiers following him to protect him from damage from one side.

The steel stick in Ren Hongli's hand opened and closed widely, and the people in the area where he swung it were bared teeth, grinning, and howling. He was lucky. Those who were unlucky were swung sideways to the ground, and were reported to the Lord of Hell on the spot.

The heavenly soldiers on the left and right wings were not as wild as Ren Hongli. They carefully resisted the knives coming from both sides. Fortunately, Zhao Shicheng and the others attracted 300 people at once. Now, 350 of them faced 200 people, and they even had a slight upper hand. .

Li Dayong's eyes were red. It had only been a while since the fight started, but everything went wrong. He had promised to hide behind the door with his machete, but the big black man from the opposite side rushed in and rushed to the left without moving forward at all, causing the defense line on one side to collapse. .

The people following behind rushed in and subconsciously hid to the left. They could only rush up, but the things those people were holding were so damn hard and long. Li Dayong was touched just now, and when he looked down, he was already blue and purple. .

These people were also very strange. They were in groups of three or three. When they rushed up, someone immediately waved the stick to keep them away, while others beat them with sticks.

The scimitar in his hand jingled, and the force of the shock made his hand numb.

Li Dayong looked around, "Damn it, why are there so few of his people?" He turned around and looked this way. He saw that the people who had just been sent out to deal with those who had gone around were more than the people at their main entrance.

At this time, the battlefield situation was already in chaos, and it was impossible to shout anyone.

Li Dayong could only fight on. He took a look and saw that there were hundreds of people armed with messy kitchen knives, machetes and the like. These people were easier to bully.

Just as he was about to rush over, he saw a scene that shocked him. After a man with a kitchen knife was slashed by a servant, he threw the servant to the ground without caring, and wiped the servant's neck with a knife. Blood flowed everywhere, and then the man cut off one of the servant's ears and put it in his pocket, then continued to rush towards the servants around him, ignoring the bleeding wound on his arm.

Li Dayong shuddered, and he didn't understand what was driving these people to fight so desperately, and how much benefit this would give.

(End of this chapter)