She Is Not a Witch Chapter 131: Travel like fire
Longjiao Province, under Georgetown.
In the early morning snow and mist, there was a sound of killing. The closed gates of the past have long been opened, and countless soldiers with pennisetum tied to their arms are fighting and killing in the city, and the ones fighting them are the private soldiers of the local nobles.
Pennisetum pennisetum is an extremely common weed in the wild. They are resistant to cold and heat, dryness and humidity, are not afraid of insect damage, and are resistant to lodging.
And now, with these weeds as rings, warriors bound to their arms have raised a rebellion.
"Who are you working for!" The warrior with the wood ax roared, the red paint on his face made him mighty and terrifying.
"Is it for the nobles who took everyone's food and abused your wife and children?" The heavy ax hit the shield, splashing debris from the bullets, which made people feel pain.
"Why listen to them, don't you want to live for yourself?" The heavy ax slashed again in the air, breaking the protruding spear head, and the sound of metal collisions sounded on the street from time to time.
Facing the noble private soldiers who were resisting in formation on the street, a burst of flying axes pressed down, smashed into the helmet covered with iron, and took away silent resisting figures one by one.
"Idiot! Slut! You black pigs in the mountains!" The guard captain who led the team laughed angrily.
"What the **** are you talking about in your sleep?"
"Master Viscount gave me money to support a family and live a comfortable life. Only you useless stinky pigs are not wanted, understand!?"
"Fire the arrows for me!" The crossbow machine behind him flicked, and the arrows were shot out one after another, sinking into the bodies of these unarmored warriors in front, and fell down like a hedgehog.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Looking at their dead companions, the eyes of the soldiers behind were also red. They held up improvised wooden shields, frantically fanned the oncoming arrows, and charged forward quickly.
The opportunity was fleeting, and before the crossbowmen behind could reload again, these bare-armed warriors jumped forward with a roar, and the heavy axes slashed head-on, cracking the head of the guard on the opposite side. The other party fell down unwillingly.
"Shit!" The captain of the guard wearing a disc helmet cursed, and pulled out the long steel sword at his waist.
Splattered blood sprinkled on the guards who were about to fight. The warm blood melted the frost mist on the armor, and flowed down the shoulders and body, staining the inner lining of the mail armor.
"Zhuo En!"
Among the chaotic streets, a strong man jumped off the roof next to him, and the sledgehammer knocked down the guards below like pumpkins. He roared and rushed to 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.
"You are the one who forged weapons for them, you idiot!" During the words, the sharp blade stabbed out with him.
The hammer and the blade of the sword crossed, and in the blink of an eye, the fur blouse on the soldier was torn apart, a long and narrow opening was torn in the chest, and bones could even be vaguely seen.
Seeing that the opponent still wanted to struggle, the captain of the guard swept across with his sword. With the support of the extraordinary staff, the blade directly cut through the hard hammer handle and took away the opponent's weapon.
Then there was the sound of bones breaking. The captain hurried forward and kicked House on the knee, making him unwilling to kneel down.
"Do you think this is still when you were young!? Brother House." His tone was filled with anger and sarcasm. He looked at the brother next door whom he admired when he was a child, and kicked down again, causing the other knee to fall His bones were shattered, and he sat slumped on the ground.
"Of course I know! You're a lucky kid." House propped himself on the ground, his voice hoarse, he grabbed a broken gun point, and plunged it into the opponent's thigh, bleeding like Note.
Under the pain, Zhuo En frowned, pressed the opponent's head with one hand, and stabbed back with the sword in the other hand, piercing the opponent's body directly from the back.
At this point, House, who was kneeling on the ground, also knew that his time was running out. Regardless of the long sword stuck in his body, he hugged the nearby enemy with both hands, roared and fell forward, letting Zhuo En's back His back hit the ground heavily, and then he grabbed the opponent's throat with both hands, and hit him head-on.
Amidst the slight cracking of bones, thick blood froth overflowed from the mouth of the captain of the guard, and the guards behind finally arrived. Han, dressed him as a hedgehog.
Afterwards, the spear was pulled out from his body, blood flowed like a spring, and this extremely strong warrior fell slowly, lifeless. He loosened his hands slightly, and the captain below him was also struggling to suffocate while coughing up blood.
"Why...why..." Blood blocked his throat and filled his lungs, making him miserable, looking at the familiar figure in front of him.
Isn't it good to live honestly? Why do you do such a murderous thing. You know, you were my idol when I was young.
Zhuo En struggled and writhed on the ground, and then his consciousness gradually became blurred. In a trance, he saw the scene when he was a child again.
At that time, he and his friends followed House and ran in the field.
"Brother House, can you help me make an iron ring? There is one in Hanoi next door. I roll and play in front of the house every day. I am so envious."
"It's no problem, little Zhuoen, let's see your big brother House make you the best one, let everyone envy you, haha."
In the field where the grass was flying, several children shouted excitedly. They chased the dragonflies in the setting sun and forgot the time to go home.
There is no going back.
In the gradually blurred pain, everything finally ushered in darkness, and Zhuo En also fell silent surrounded by guards, his body motionless.
"Captain Zhuo En!" The guards called out sadly to the officer who treated them well, and in this chaotic street, the two sides were still fighting endlessly.
Boom!
Accompanied by a burst of intense flames, someone detonated the explosives that had been prepared before, blasting open the gate of the castle, and then red-eyed warriors rushed into it, bound to catch the viscount hiding inside.
Why, in this cold winter, you can enjoy warm wine and delicacies in the castle, but some people have to hold the remaining residue and die of hunger in the cold winter.
Why, you have never done something good for everyone to enjoy such a comfortable life, while some people have to work hard all their lives and become stiff and numb animals.
Why, you can take everything from them arbitrarily, but if you question them a little, you will commit a heinous crime, ridicule and insult, and make people feel ashamed.
Why is this world so ugly, and human nature is so greedy and unsatisfied, like treacherous beasts, sucking the bone marrow of others, and treating people cruelly like livestock.
If the gods cannot punish, then I will turn into a devil ~IndoMTL.com~ and return this torture and pain to you.
Amidst the sound of sharp metal impacts, these warriors screamed crazily. They rushed into the luxurious and elegant castle, dumped candles, tore apart the cloth, and chopped off those luxuriously dressed figures, stepping on the flames and pools of blood. That last room.
The pain is so real, it torments the anxious heart, makes people lose their calmness, fear, and all restraints, just to vent the accumulated resentment.
You think it will be a noble innovation and creation, but the fact is that the resentment and anger suppressed to the extreme, like a raging beast, willfully break through the barriers and repay the world with pain.
And such a scene finally began to be staged in the southern border.
The big taxation before the war, the compensation and price for the failure after the war, the salary provided to the legion, and the pleasure expenses of the nobles, were like **** blades, cutting on the bodies of those low-level people again and again. It is absolutely impossible for these nobles to share the treasures and wealth collected in their castles.
'This is a sacred thing belonging to our family, how can we share it with the bugs under our feet for no reason? ’