Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 1 The Emperor's Mausoleum Xing Tu (For Collection)

In the imperial mausoleum of the Far Eastern Dynasty, the howling wind was as sharp as a knife, the sky was freezing, the dripping water turned into ice, and the dark clouds pressed down on the earth, and the air was dull and suffocating.

Young Xingtu Lin Chuan was wearing tattered single clothes, his lips were purple from the cold, and he trudged towards the top of the mountain with a huge boulder weighing dozens of kilograms on his back, leaving deep footprints in the snow with his bare feet.

Suddenly Lin Chuan felt a chill on his face, he raised his head, and the crystal clear snowflakes slowly fell down in the gray sky.

"It's so unlucky..." Lin Chuan cursed softly. This is the third week since he came to this world. However, it has been snowing heavily for half a month. If this continues, he will be frozen to death sooner or later.

Lin Chuan was in an extremely bad mood. Three weeks ago, he was still the King of the Special Forces of the Republic. He did not expect that when he woke up, he would possess the body of this Xing Tu boy with the same name as himself, and become a slave of the Far East Dynasty who was struggling at the line of life and death. .

For three weeks, Lin Chuan had been trying to escape from this terrible place all the time, but the Imperial Tombs in the Far East were heavily guarded, and his body was too weak, so he finally had to recharge his energy and wait for the opportunity.

"Crack!" Suddenly a long bloody whip was drawn towards Lin Chuan, caught off guard, a long bloodstain suddenly appeared on his arm, and there was a burning pain.

A ferocious garrison soldier was staring at Lin Chuan fiercely, holding a bloody long whip, and yelled loudly: "You lowly Xingtu slave, do you want to be lazy!"

The anger in Lin Chuan's heart was surging like boiling magma, and was on the verge of erupting.

Lin Chuan has had enough. As a soldier of the Republic, now he has become a Xing disciple who is not as good as a pig and a dog. He works more than ten hours a day to build the imperial tomb. Beating and insulting!

He stared back at the guarding soldiers fiercely, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, the veins in his arms bulged, and a violent breath enveloped the guarding soldiers.

"You...what are you looking at!" Lin Chuan's sharp gaze made the guard feel terrified, his back shivered, and he couldn't help but retreat, but he, who had always been domineering, still yelled loudly.

"What's going on?" A few soldiers of the nearby garrison sensed the unusualness here, pressed their hands on the handle of the knife, and walked over.

Seeing the fierce eyes of several heavily armed garrison soldiers, Lin Chuan gritted his teeth, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart. It is not too late for a man to take revenge for ten years. Now he is weak and weak, and these garrison soldiers Fighting is undoubtedly the same as hitting a stone with an egg.

Lin Chuan chose to endure for the time being, snorted coldly, picked up the stone on the ground, and continued on his way.

The usually fierce garrison soldiers saw Lin Chuan's leaving back and found that his military uniform was drenched in cold sweat. The murderous intent just now made him feel terrified, his eyes rolled, and finally blocked his colleagues who were about to catch up.

There are hundreds of thousands of Xing disciples in the Imperial Mausoleum, all of whom were desperadoes escorted by various provinces of the Far East Dynasty. Although the soldiers in the garrison are fierce, if they really push these Xing disciples into a ruthless manner, the soldiers in the garrison will also be angry. Not good.

The heavy snow fell slowly, and the ground was completely white, but the Xing disciples did not have a chance to rest because of the cold weather.

Looking down from the sky, the huge Imperial Mausoleum was busy. Under the supervision of the garrison soldiers, the Xing disciples carried the huge logs felled from the Yunshan Mountains, and the huge stones of hundreds of kilograms dug from thousands of miles away to the top of the mountain.

The 56 provinces of the Far Eastern Dynasty have a vast and boundless territory. Naturally, the mausoleums built after the death of the emperors of the 300-year-old dynasty are extraordinarily magnificent. Of course, all of these are built on the blood and tears of the Xing disciples.

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"Dinner is ready, dinner is ready!" It was not until nightfall that Lin Chuan and his team of disciples had their turn to eat.

The Xing disciples were criminal slaves from various provinces, so the food was not much better. Each meal was two pieces of black-faced steamed buns. If it wasn't for the construction of the imperial mausoleum that required their efforts, there might not be any black-faced steamed buns.

A large box of black-faced steamed buns was snatched up by the wolf-like disciples as soon as they were delivered. Lin Chuan relied on his cleverness to pick up a piece.

Looking at the dark black-faced steamed buns in his hand, Lin Chuan shook his head helplessly. His body is still too weak. He doesn’t know how long it will take to recover his physical strength and escape from this prison only by relying on these rare black-faced steamed buns. , it seems that I have to think of some way...

Although black-faced steamed buns are not nutritious, thick and rough, they can only keep him from starving to death, but for Lin Chuan who is already tired and hungry, this is already the best food.

Just when Lin Chuan was about to eat the rough black-faced steamed buns, suddenly a big hand with cattail fan appeared abruptly and snatched the only food from Lin Chuan's hand.

Lin Chuan looked up and saw that the black-faced steamed bun that should belong to him had been stuffed into his mouth by a strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and Lin Chuan's face suddenly darkened.

Due to the fear of the riots of the Xing disciples, the food provided by the dynasty to the Xing disciples is only enough to maintain their bodies. In order to have enough food, the rule of the weak is preyed on here to the fullest, and it is commonplace here for the strong to bully the weak.

The young man that Lin Chuan traveled through was physically weak, but Lin Chuan was able to grab food every day with his own intelligence, so that he would not starve to death, but he did not expect that the food that reached his mouth today was taken away, bullying himself too weak?
Lin Chuan has been hungry for a whole day, and now he is dizzy from hunger. In this freezing weather, if he does not supplement food, Lin Chuan doubts whether he can survive until dawn the next day.

The strong man wolfed down the piece of food that should have belonged to Lin Chuan. Although Lin Chuan's eyes made him very unhappy, he didn't care about the weak at all. In his eyes, this weak boy couldn't survive today. Night.

He licked his lips unsatisfied, and was about to leave. He had already grabbed five pieces of food tonight, which was enough.

Just as he was about to turn around, Xingtu suddenly exclaimed, and saw Lin Chuan pounced towards the strong man from behind like a cheetah. Lin Chuan held a cold stone in his hand and smashed it hard. down.

Lin Chuan knew that he was weak and could not confront this strong man head-on, so he chose the moment when the strong man turned around.

With the stern scream, the strong man covered his head and rolled on the ground, the scarlet blood dripping on the snow, which was particularly conspicuous.

The strong man's head had been smashed into a hole by Lin Chuan, and blood was coming out. Lin Chuan exuded a beast-like breath, and holding a bloody stone, he walked towards the fallen strong man.

"Boy, don't mess around, his elder brother is the leader of the fifth team!" Someone kindly reminded him.

Someone sighed and shook his head: "This kid is crazy——"

Lin Chuan shook his head at the astonishment and astonishment of the Xing disciples around him. For Lin Chuan, the lack of food has threatened his life. will be robbed.

The blood of the strong man kept pouring out, staining the large expanse of snow red. Seeing Lin Chuan approaching every step of the way, the strong man was furious. The weak Xingtu was let go.

Enduring the severe pain, the strong man struggled to get up: "Boy, I'm going to scratch you alive!"

Lin Chuan's face was gloomy. Taking advantage of the strong man's failure to stand still, his iron legs swept across, and the strong man fell to the ground.

Murderous intent flashed in Lin Chuan's eyes, he gritted his teeth, and swung the hard stone towards the strong man
"You mean boy, my elder brother won't let you go!" the brawny man screamed, threatening loudly.

Lin Chuan sneered: "I won't let you go either!" and slammed down the stone in his hand.

"Little brother, stop, if you fight again, you will die!" Seeing Lin Chuan's fierce appearance, Xing Tu, who was watching, reminded him loudly.

"Forgive me...my lord, please forgive me—"

The strong man has lost the power to resist at this moment, dripping with blood, and keeps begging for forgiveness. Lin Chuan knows that he has offended him, and even if he bypasses him now, he will not let him go in the future.

"De Biao is here!" Xing Tuzhong exclaimed and stepped aside, only to see a strong man like an iron tower with a gloomy face, leading a group of Xing Tu with fleshy faces towards this side.

"Boy, stop!" De Biao, the leader of the fifth team, saw his younger brother covered in blood from a distance, and was crushed under him by a thin Xingtu, and he roared angrily.

Seeing Debiao's roar, Lin Chuan raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head. The hard stone in his hand was slammed down hard. With a click, the strong man's head shattered, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

"Ah!" The Xing disciples around were all astonished and froze on the spot.

"Brother!" Seeing his younger brother's head smashed by Lin Chuan, Debiao's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he roared and rushed over.

Lin Chuan was panting heavily. He had exhausted all his strength just now to suppress the strong man. Now he was unable to stand up. His body was too weak. Seeing the angry Debiao rushing over, Lin Chuan smiled , he knew that he would definitely be torn to pieces by him.

Suddenly there was the sound of clanging and dense footsteps around, and under the light of torches, a large number of heavily armed guards rushed towards this side.

Debiao, who rushed towards Lin Chuan, saw the garrison soldiers appearing around him, his expression changed, and he stopped in his tracks.

The garrison soldiers drew their swords out of their sheaths, their sharp swords gleamed coldly, and their icy stabbing spears made one's heart chill. The surrounded Xing disciples were terrified and squatted down hastily.

A garrison officer wearing a red battle armor and a scarlet cloak stepped out, glanced sharply at the besieged Xing disciples, with a gloomy expression.

After the officer's gaze stayed on Lin Chuan for a short while, he turned to Debiao who was squatting on the ground, and asked coldly, "Debiao, are you making trouble?!"

De Biao was sweating profusely, and hurriedly pointed at Lin Chuan and said, "Sir, no, I didn't make trouble. My younger brother was killed by this kid. You have to make the decision for me—"

The officer snorted impatiently, turned his head to Lin Chuan, and a ruthless look flashed in Debiao's eyes, who was squatting on the ground, "Huangling Xingtu kills people, but he will die for his life."

The officer stared sharply at Lin Chuan, who had a handsome face. Lin Chuan also raised his head and looked at the officer. His eyes were full of stubbornness. The officer snorted dissatisfiedly: "Grab it! Fifty army sticks!"

The Xing disciples around gasped, and the Fifty Army sticks down, fearing that Lin Chuan's life would be gone, and De Biao looked at Lin Chuan with vicious eyes.

There are many types of life for life, beheading is the easiest, and beating to death with a military stick means suffering a lot of pain, which is exactly what De Biao wants.

Two soldiers like wolves and tigers rushed out and pushed Lin Chuan down in the snow. The dark red blood-stained army sticks greeted Lin Chuan's buttocks.

With the sound of slaps, the military stick hit Lin Chuan's buttocks hard.

Huge pain came from the buttocks, and the guards who were executing the sentence ruthlessly rotated their military sticks. Lin Chuan had already bit his gums in pain. As time went by, the initial pain had become numb, and the weak Lin Chuan slowly Slowly lost consciousness.

Lin Chuan, who finally lost consciousness, was thrown into the snow like a dead dog and lay with De Biao's dead body. In the weather where dripping water turns into ice, maybe they will all turn into popsicles tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)