People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 147: Liquidate Them
When the sounds of slapping hands rang out, Wu Li looked at his hands in disbelief. He didn't know where he got the courage from.

When the leader asked him to fight back, he did it for some unknown reason.

Soon, a murderous gaze was cast over, and the old man was seen trembling all over and his face was red, and he had fallen into a state of madness.

Being slapped by a slave was no different from being bitten by one's own dog. This great humiliation was even stronger than the fear of the Yellow Turbans. In the eyes of the master, this was tantamount to rebellion against the Heavenly Gang.

"How dare you, a lowly thing, commit treason! Go to hell!"

The master pounced on Wuli like a mad beast, pressed him down, and then strangled Wuli's neck tightly, with the veins in his hands bulging.

Tian Shitou on the side looked cold and was about to take action, but this time it was Wu Li who reacted first.

No one knew where the huge strength came from in his frail body, but even with his neck bound, he managed to punch the old man on the head. Then everyone heard the crisp sound of broken bones.

The master felt as if he was hit on the head by a heavy hammer. He immediately let go of his hands in pain, then covered his nose with screaming. But when his nose was touched, he screamed even louder. He wanted to touch it but didn't dare to, so he could only howl, looking very miserable.

But even in such a painful situation, he never stopped cursing Wu Li, and these insults that once made Wu Li numb now sounded particularly harsh to Wu Li.

Those slaps were not on the master's face, but on the shackles in his heart.

At that moment, he felt that the numbness that had lasted for more than ten years had completely dissipated, and the dignity that he had not had for a long time was regained. He could no longer consider himself a slave in his heart. Faced with insults and beatings, he finally dared to be angry instead of enduring it silently.

"Stop scolding me!"

Anger that had not appeared in more than a decade burned in Wu Li's eyes, and then he punched again, hitting the master's already injured nose mercilessly, which immediately caused an even more heart-wrenching scream.

The master rolled over and over on the ground, and the people watching felt a chill in their hearts. They could imagine the pain just by watching him.

But Wu Li had no sympathy at all, he only felt happy.

It is a feeling of sweetness after bitterness, a feeling of breaking free from bondage, as if the things pressing on your head are suddenly removed, and you can stand up straight and live your life with dignity!
After a long while, the master recovered his breath. He was so angry that he refused to give in and wanted to curse and beat back, but when Wu Li's cold eyes swept over him, he shivered for no reason, and then subconsciously took a few steps back.

Then he came to his senses and found it incredible that he was actually afraid of a slave?
"Why? Slaves are our property. Are you going to take them away with just one word? I don't accept that!"

The master was furious. He finally found the crux of the problem. After all, it was all the Yellow Turbans' fault!

He began to roar at Xu Chen. Originally, his son was executed by the Yellow Turbans. Now with new grudges and old grudges, he could no longer hide his hatred and loathing.

Xu Chen actually knew that it was not just the guy in front of him who hated him and the Yellow Turbans, but most of the herdsmen masters did the same.

The structure of nomadic tribes is such a pyramid structure. The leaders of the tribes, big and small, control the life and death of everyone, and the nobles below control many herdsmen. The herdsmen drive a large number of slaves to do labor. The warriors of Wuhuan came from such herdsmen households.

In other words, the Wuhuan soldiers he judged and executed were almost all family members of these herdsmen masters, and this group would definitely hate him.

However, Xu Chen didn't care about this because they were the targets of the Yellow Turbans.

These herdsmen are essentially the same group as the nobles above. They control all the cattle and sheep wealth of the tribe and exploit and enslave the slaves below. Although they are called herdsmen, they can actually be considered small ranchers.

In a tribe of about 3,000 people, the real herdsmen are actually only two or three hundred households with a few hundred people, and the vast majority of the rest are low-level slaves. The Yellow Turbans want to unite these herdsmen who regard them as slaves of dust.

Now that the Yellow Turbans want to rescue the majority of slaves, they are bound to come into conflict with these herdsmen, so this so-called hatred is not worth mentioning.

"Very good, you have stood up, so go forward and get your things!" Xu Chen nodded with satisfaction, and then reminded him to do what he should do.

Wu Li's eyes began to shine. He glanced at Xu Chen and felt that this leader seemed to be shrouded in a layer of divine light.

This was of course just his illusion. It was just a kind of deification of Xu Chen out of his extreme gratitude.

After all, he knew very well who had led him to a new life and who had made him a new man. He strode forward, and the skinny black monkey dared to look directly at the respectable old man in front of him. Even as he approached, the old man subconsciously made way for him.

Wu Li's ferocious look just now was still fresh in their memory. They suddenly realized that slaves could be very terrifying when they exploded.

Right in front of everyone's eyes, everyone saw Wuli successfully receive his own supplies from the Yellow Turbans, and this scene instantly shocked everyone's cognition.

Slaves themselves are property. How can property be considered one's own property? Isn't this a huge joke?
Only the vast slave group, when they saw Wuli leading the cattle and sheep with tears in his eyes, they all became envious. This guy really had his own property!
Soon, this envy turned into an impulse. The deep-rooted slave mentality was instantly broken by this desire. They also wanted to be upright people like Wuli, and they also wanted to own their own property.

With Wuli as the pioneer, the other slaves burst out with courage. Instinctively, more and more people began to stand up and move forward.

Such a scene was immediately unacceptable to all the herdsmen, but the Yellow Turban soldiers who were watching coldly on the side were enough to calm them down.

Such distribution work would not be completed in a short time, but Xu Chen and Lu Ping just waited patiently.

At times like this, all tangible things must be delivered to the slaves so that they can truly get what belongs to them. Only then will they be reluctant to let go again. If they are reluctant to let go, there will be no turning back.

In this way, a day passed, and until night fell, everyone present finally had something of their own.

Countless slaves began to cry while holding their own cattle, sheep and property. They never imagined that it was the Han people who allowed them to turn the tables!
"There are no Han people or Wuhuan people. There are only us poor people and their noble masters. You must remember that it is never the Han people who oppress and bully you, but the herdsmen above you. I am the Yellow Turban of the poor people. There is no distinction between ethnic groups here!"

Even when night fell, the Yellow Turbans' reform work did not stop at all. Under the illumination of the swaying bonfire, Xu Chen began his initial ideological transformation under the watchful eyes of everyone.

What is the first issue? It is to figure out who is a friend and who is an enemy. If you don’t understand this, your career will have no direction.

The Yellow Turbans are all very clear about this, and now Xu Chen wants to make all the Wuhuan slaves realize this as well.

"We, the Yellow Turbans, came to this grassland not to conquer the Wuhuan or to destroy the land. We only came to rescue our poor brothers. In the future, we will rescue more poor brothers and never let others take advantage of us again!

We are born as human beings, and we have the rights to survival, freedom, property, and education. However, the herdsmen treat us as slaves and cattle. What is this? This is a great sin!"

Xu Chen's voice was like the roar of a huge bell. Countless Wuhuan slaves were intoxicated and their eyes gradually became clear.

And with Xu Chen's final deafening words "a huge sin", the eyes of the Wuhuan slaves became angry again, and when they looked at the herdsmen masters again, they were filled with strong hatred and hostility.

However, Xu Chen's voice did not stop, and his next words made all the herdsmen feel like they were struck by lightning.

"Since they are guilty, they should be held accountable. All the evil deeds they have done should be tried and sentenced one by one. The herds of cattle and sheep they enslaved us should also be confiscated and distributed."

When Xu Chen said this, his eyes flickered under the reflection of the flames: "Then now, arrest all these criminals!"

The herdsmen in the crowd were terrified. During the day they had thought that the Han people were here to bring them benefits, but now they realized that the Yellow Turbans were out to take advantage of them!
Confiscating properties and settling accounts for crimes, is this feasible? Absolutely not!
"Don't be silly, we are all Wuhuan people, we are one family. Let's kill all the Han people together, and I will treat you well in the future!" A herdsman master panicked and stood up and yelled at the slaves.

This woke up more herdsmen, and all kinds of voices were heard at once.

They made crazy promises to their former slaves, pretended to show off their kindness, and played the card of tribal bloodline.

But when the slaves stepped forward, the result made them despair.

Wuli walked at the front of the group of slaves. He looked at the Han leader on the left, then at the Wuhuan master on the right, and finally he sneered.

The word "ethnicity" was ridiculous in his eyes. When the Han leader led him to a new life, he understood that some things were far more real than the so-called ethnicity.

He stared at his former master and gradually began to grit his teeth.

"Brothers, come with me to settle accounts with them!"

(End of this chapter)