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

Chapter 63 Recruitment
Zhao Shitong looked at the more than 200 people rushing towards him. There were obviously fewer people in his hands than these, but Zhao Shitong did not panic because he saw someone riding a tall horse behind those people.

The militiamen rushed forward excitedly. Although they were able to roughly maintain their formation, they were still a little scattered. The heavenly soldiers were on the side, and they seemed much more orderly than the militiamen. According to Liu Zhenhua's training, they coordinated with each other to advance.

The opponent was obviously coming with menacing force. The tenants looked at the militiamen in front of them who were even worse equipped than them. They felt confident and rushed forward one by one with scimitars. The two sides came into contact quickly. There were casualties in the first wave, and the smell of blood filled the air. Come on.

"I'll help you!"

Yang Lichao shouted on his horse. He walked around the side of the team and stabbed a person in the chest with the armor-piercing spear in his hand. The tip of the armor-piercing spear gradually widened downwards and then narrowed further down. This ensured that he had While being extremely sharp, it can also cause huge wounds.

The tenant looked at his chest in disbelief. The wound was bleeding profusely. He fell forward and fell to the ground.

The people around saw this horrifying scene, and turned around to see a man riding a tall horse, with the nine-foot spear in his hand still dripping blood. This scene immediately caused a small group of people to panic.

These panics are contagious on the battlefield. The more than 200 people in the front are facing attacks from militiamen and heavenly soldiers, while the people in the back are avoiding Yang Lichao's spear.

Yang Lichao was not fond of fighting and did not even charge into the crowd.

He still remembered that when Liu Zhenhua led them to face the horse bandits, the horse bandits still rushed forward into the crowd despite being several times larger, and were directly stopped and beaten to death by random sticks.

Although the main reason is that the horse bandit's equestrian skills are not good and the weapons in his hands are too short, there is nothing wrong with being careful. A large part of the advantage of the cavalry is mobility, and those who can run are called cavalry.

He caused huge damage to these servants, stabbing and slashing with the spear in his hand. Every time he took action, one of them would fall.

In the battle at the entrance, as the Tianbing militiamen and the villagers who joined in the process completely entered the compound, the balance of victory began to tilt towards Liu Zhenhua's side.

Surrounded by two or three heavenly soldiers, Liu Zhenhua joined the battle with steel bars. The Li family guards at the door were not as good as Liu Zhenhua's heavenly soldiers and militia in terms of quality. The number was not enough at the moment, and they were soon defeated.

The tenants originally relied on food to support their efforts, and they thought that these people and they were generally farm men and should be easy to deal with. Who knew that they would not be able to fight at all.

The knife cut the person's body and blood spurted out. The stick hit the head and a piece of it was instantly dented. The big black head was hit with a stick and even someone's eyeballs were knocked out.

How scary.

"Well, I don't want any more food, I won't take it with my life!"

Some tenants couldn't stand it any longer, so they dropped their knives and ran to other places, sobbing while running. Once a person's energy is exhausted, it will cause this kind of collapse effect.

When they saw someone running away, the heavenly soldiers did not chase him. They had been training for a long time and obeyed Liu Zhenhua's words, knowing that Liu Zhenhua had said not to kill indiscriminately.

Although some of the militiamen wanted to chase them out, compared with killing the people in front of them, it was obviously more important to kill the people in front of them.

When Liu Zhenhua had free time, he took a look at the overall situation and was very satisfied with this scene. It is common sense not to overtake others and pursue residual health, whether it is on the real battlefield or in a MOBA game.

"I am the Kitchen King! Put down your weapons now, and you will be rewarded with one stone of grain! If you persuade others to put down their weapons, you will be rewarded with five pieces of silver! If you turn against an enemy and kill an ally, you will be rewarded with eight pieces of silver!"

Liu Zhenhua yelled, what is this called, withdraw cash + recruit new people + chop.

"You two shout too."

The two heavenly soldiers guarding him suddenly shouted, "Put down your weapons now. The Stove King will reward you with food, and persuade others to put down their weapons. Both of you will be rewarded with silver! If you kill your teammates, you will be rewarded with more silver!" they roared.

Some of the heavenly soldiers who had their hands free also shouted.

The battlefield immediately echoed with this voice.

"If you put down your weapons, you will be rewarded with food. If you persuade others to put down their weapons, they will both be rewarded with money. If you kill your teammates, you will get more money!"

Some panicked tenants and servants were stunned when they heard this sentence, and even the one who escaped came back to his senses.

"What? Food, money?"

The servants and tenants who escaped looked at the linen straps tied to their arms and tore them off. Some even shouted at those who escaped, "Brother, don't run away. The man behind is giving out grain and money."

They understood clearly that Mr. Li's money and food could no longer be obtained, but Mr. Zao's money and food had come, and it was easy to get.

There are good things like giving food to people who put down their weapons, giving money to both of them when they persuade others to put down their weapons, killing one's own people and giving them more money, and so on.

Some tenants who were fighting quickly distanced themselves, threw their weapons on the ground, held their heads and shouted, "I will surrender, give me food!"

Some turned to look at their own people, "Brother, why don't we stop fighting and give us a change."

"Hey, it's easy to say, but can you put down the guy in your hand first? I'm afraid you'll chop me in the forehead."

You must know that if you kill your own people, you will get extra money.

Some people even considered whether to get people to chop each other, but after thinking about the risk of death if they were hacked, it would be better to persuade others to put down their weapons or chop others.

The morale of the troops on the opposite side collapsed immediately.

Li Dayong's face turned dark. He glanced at the place where the butler had just put the food from a distance. He saw only the food piled on the ground, an open box of silver, the land deed debt paper on it, and the butler's breakfast. Just disappeared.

"Master won't run away, will he?"

This thought came to Li Dayong's mind, and he suddenly trembled in his heart. He looked at the current situation, what else to fight.

Why are you playing with your life? He threw the knife in his hand on the ground, then followed the example of the tenant farmers and held his head in his hands, shouting at the end not to fight.

The battle here ended quickly, perhaps because Liu Zhenhua was nearby. Although some militiamen felt that it was a pity not to take away so many heads after surrendering, they did not do anything extraordinary.

The people on Zhao Shitong's side heard the shouts at the gate. After seeing those people surrendering, they couldn't hold on any longer. They immediately dropped their weapons and gave up the fight, hoping that Master Zao would really give them food.

Zhao Shitong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene. There were already casualties among the militiamen, and some of the heavenly soldiers were injured, but no one died. After all, they knew how to cooperate. Although they could not advance and retreat in a controlled manner, the trinity was obviously enough to deal with these tenants.

Some militiamen looked at these people squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, touching their bloody ears in their pockets, calculating the number of people killed, and then thinking about when the next battle would be. Two or three people suddenly faced those people holding their heads. Kill the person with his head in pain.

(End of this chapter)