Chapter 131: Violent Like Fire

Long Kok Province, next to George Town.

In the early morning snow and fog, there was a sound of tearing and killing. The gates that were closed in the past have long been opened, and countless soldiers with pennisetum on their arms fought and slaughtered in the city, and it was the private soldiers of the local nobles who fought against them.

Pennisetum is an extremely common weed in the wild. They are resistant to cold and heat, dry and wet, not afraid of pests, and resistant to lodging. They are the most humble and tenacious weeds, and are allowed to be crushed and trampled by livestock and wheels.

But now, with these weeds as a ring, the warriors tied between their arms have started a rebellion.

"Who are you working for!" The warrior with the hatchet roared, the red paint on his face made him majestic and terrifying.

"Is it for those nobles who took away everyone's food and abused your wife and children?" The heavy axe smashed on the shield, splashing debris from the bomb, making it painful.

"Why do you want to listen to them, don't you want to live for yourself?" The heavy axe slashed again in the air, breaking the spear head that came out, and the sound of metal collisions rang out from time to time in the street.

In the face of these noble private soldiers who were lining up to resist on the street, a flurry of axe was pressed down and smashed into the helmet covered with iron, taking away the silent resisting figures one by one.

"Idiot! Bitch! You black pigs in the mountains!" The captain of the guard who led the team laughed angrily.

&nWhat are you talking about in your sleep? "

"Lord Viscount gave me money to support my family and live a comfortable life. Only you stinky pigs who are useless are not wanted, understand!?"

"Give me the arrows!" The crossbow machine behind him bounced, and the arrows were shot out by a strong crossbow, submerging into the bodies of these unarmored warriors in front, and fell down like a hedgehog.

"Ah ah ah!" Looking at the dead partner, the eyes of the warriors behind were also red. They held up a temporary wooden shield, frantically fanned the oncoming arrows, and charged forward quickly.

The opportunity was fleeting, and before the archers behind them could reload, these bare-armed warriors roared and jumped forward, slashing the heavy axe head-on, smashing a crack on the guard's head on the opposite side. The other party fell down unwillingly.

"Shit!" The captain of the guard with the disc helmet cursed, pulled out the long steel sword around his waist, and the blade swung a pale afterimage in the air, directly slashing the heads of the oncoming warriors.

Splashes of blood splattered on the guards before the battle, the warm blood melted the frost mist on the armor, and flowed down the shoulders and body, dyeing the lining of the chainmail red.

"Dron!"

In the chaotic street, a sturdy man jumped from the roof next to him, and the swinging hammer smashed the guards below like a melon. He roared at the captain of the guards, shouting the other party's name. .

"House." The captain looked straight at the man in front of him, his voice gritted his teeth.

"It's you who made weapons for them, you idiot!" As he spoke, a sharp blade suddenly stabbed out with him.

The hammer and the sword crossed each other, and between the lightning and flint, the short fur shirt of the warrior was torn directly, the chest was torn open and narrow, and even bones could be faintly seen.

Seeing that the other party still wanted to struggle, the captain of the guard swept across with a sword. With the blessing of the extraordinary job agency, the blade directly cut through the hard hammer handle and took away the opponent's weapon.

Then there was the sound of broken bones. The captain hurried forward and kicked House's knee with one corner, making the other party unwilling to kneel.

"Do you think this is still a child!? Big Brother House." With anger and ridicule in his voice, he looked at the big brother next door whom he admired when he was a child, and he stepped down again, causing the other knee to shatter. Slumped on the ground.

&nOf course I know! You bad luck boy. "House stayed on the ground, his voice was hoarse, he grabbed the tip of a broken gun and plunged it into the opponent's thigh, bleeding profusely.

Under the pain, Zhuo En frowned and pressed the opponent's head with one hand, while the other hand held the sword and stabbed back down, directly piercing the opponent's body from the back.

At this point, Haus, who was kneeling on the ground, also knew that his time was running out. He ignored the long sword stuck in his body, hugged the nearby enemy with both hands, and fell forward with a roar, causing Zhuo En's back to hit hard. On the ground, he grabbed each other's throat with both hands and slammed into it.

With the slight shattering sound of bones, thick blood foam overflowed from the mouth of the guard captain, and the guards behind finally arrived. In the shouting, a long spear was inserted into the strong man riding on the back of Zhuo En. He dressed as a hedgehog.

After that, the spear was pulled out of him, blood flowed like a spring, and the sturdy warrior slowly fell down, no longer alive. His hand loosened slightly, and the captain under him was struggling to suffocate as he coughed up blood.

"Why...why..." The blood blocked his throat and filled his lungs, making him miserable, looking at a familiar figure in front of him.

Isn't it bad to live honestly, why would you do such a murderous thing? You know, you were my idol when I was young.

Zhuo En struggled to keep twisting on the ground, and then his consciousness gradually became blurred. In a trance, he saw the scene from his childhood again.

At that time, he and his friends followed behind House, running in the fields.

"Brother Haus, can you help me make a hoop? Hanno next door has it. I roll and play in front of my house every day. I'm so envious."

"No problem, little Zhuoen, let's see how your big brother Haus will make you the best, so everyone will envy, haha."

In the fields with swirling grass, several children shouted excitedly. They chased the dragonflies in the sunset and forgot the time to go home.

I can't go back.

gradually blurred pain

In the middle of the night, everything finally ushered in darkness, and Zhuo En also fell silent surrounded by guards, and his body remained motionless.

"Captain Dawn!" The guards cried out to the officer who treated them well, and in this chaotic street, the two sides were still fighting endlessly.

"Bang!"

With a burst of intense fire, someone detonated the explosives that had been prepared before, blasting open the gate of the castle, and then the red-eyed warriors rushed into it, and they were bound to catch the viscount who was hiding in it.

Why, in this cold winter, you can enjoy warm wine and food in the castle, and some people have to hold the only leftovers and starve to death in the cold winter.

Why, you have never done anything good for everyone, and you can enjoy such a comfortable life, while some people have to work hard all their lives and live as stiff and numb animals.

Why, you can be aloof and wantonly take everything from them, but a little questioning is extremely sinful, ridiculing and insulting, making people feel ashamed.

Why is this world so ugly, and human nature is so greedy and unsatisfied, like a treacherous beast, sucking the marrow of others, and treating people like animals cruelly.

If the gods cannot deliver the punishment, then I will become the devil and return the torment and pain to you.

With the sharp metal crash, these warriors screamed wildly. They rushed into the interior of this luxurious and elegant castle, dumped candles, tore the cloth, chopped up those luxuriously dressed figures, stepped on the flames and blood and rushed to the last. Room.

The pain is so real that it tortures the anxious heart, makes people lose their calm, loses their fear, loses all restraints, just to vent this backlog of grievances.

You think it will be a noble innovation and creation, but the truth is that the resentment and anger after being suppressed to the extreme, like a tyrannical beast, will break through the barriers and return the world with pain.

And such scenes finally began to be staged in the southern border.

The big taxation before the war, the compensation and price for the defeat after the war, the salaries for the legion, and the expenses for the pleasures of the nobles, are like bloody blades, cutting the bodies of the bottom again and again. And it is absolutely impossible for these nobles to share the treasures and wealth collected in their castles.

'This is a sacred thing that belongs to our family, how can we share it with the bedbugs under our feet for no reason? ’