People are cutting red, and the start of the game follows the character card of Guoyuan

Chapter 082: Does the Leek Hurt or Not What Does It Do We Cut the Leek?

“Kill it! If we don’t break through here, we’ll all die! ”

In front of the outermost fortress of Guguan Road, he rushed towards the city gate with inferior weapons with uneven remnants.

The attitude of the empire towards ethnic minorities was not very friendly, and it could still survive in its prime, but now that Ernest has come to power, some black-hearted merchants buy and sell the raw materials they produce at a low price, and sell the finished products of many of their necessities at high prices.

In just a few years, these ethnic minorities were as if they had been repeatedly put into an oil pot to squeeze out the last drop of oily fat, and were bullied and persecuted by the successive imperial black businessmen.

If they can’t survive, who wants to be a rebel?

If there is a bowl of food to eat, even without dignity, people can survive for a long time.

As long as there is land, farming, and wielding hoes, most farmers will still be looking forward to tomorrow, next year——

But to their despair, even if they farmed, it seemed that they could not exchange for a living ration, and Ernest’s henchmen were like a swarm of locusts roaming around, constantly extracting the value generated by all classes of the empire.

As for the oppressed, whether they can have the ability to live has nothing to do with them.

In fact, for the high-level personnel of the feudal state, the people at the bottom are probably like leeks in the field, after harvesting a wave, they will soon grow again, as for leeks will not hurt?

You say this, they just laugh out loud.

Ernest might be able to eat a few pieces of meat and drink a few sips of wine.

The rebel army could not blast open the gate of the Shanhaiguan fortress, they were crowded under the fortress like targets, and the commanders of the rebel army roared and pushed the soldiers who were originally just ordinary people to the front line to fight for their lives.

It’s not so much war as a herd of pigs pushed into a canyon.

“In this way, can it still be counted as a war?”

Using long-distance teleportation to hurry, before arriving at Shanhaiguan from the headquarters of the revolutionary army, Lu Qiao only took about three hours, of course, teleportation was not used without interval.

The consumption of mantra power is still relatively serious.

He looked at the mob under the city tower, like a tide towards the Shanhaiguan Fortress, although he had expected that the enemy he was about to face would not be a regular army, but when he really saw just ordinary imperial peasants being arbitrarily pushed into the battlefield, he still felt a complicated emotion spreading in his heart.

“…… Before, my idea was to gain military merit through this battle, to defeat Esders, to defeat Bud…”

“At that time, I still need to be afraid of the potential of Estes.”

“But now, when I don’t need to continue to fear those things, do I need to continue to follow the original plan?” ヤん If it is a suitable enemy, deal with it the way you treat a warrior, no matter what kind of means, Lu Qiao will not have any burden ratio

But if—

This is not a soldier, but just a group of peasants who seem to break into the battlefield with agricultural tools temporarily.

Use their lives to turn them into stepping stones to further the top of the empire…

Lu Qiao was silent for a while, and finally, he shook his head, and the original plan suddenly felt a little lack of interest, he looked at the entire battlefield, and he no longer had the urge to snatch military merit.

He slowly raised his hand, and above the heavenly dome, the sword of Damocles, hundreds of meters long, once again hung high in the sky.

Above the ground, everyone who discovered this change unconsciously stiffened their bodies, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, the crowd seemed to be frozen extremely quickly.

Everyone looked at the hundreds of meters long giant sword suspended in the sky in disbelief.

“…… Both sides stop. ”

Standing in front of the sword of Damocles, the boy in military uniform looked down on the people on the ground and slowly spoke, “On the battlefield here, those who are willing to surrender, as long as they lay down their arms, they will promise to be free of the rebellion.” ”

“If you plan to continue to resist…”

“Ben will have no choice but to let Er wait here forever.”

Listening to the sound coming from the wind, the soldiers of the rebel army faced each other, not knowing what to do for a while, and some of the officers of the rebel army felt that something was wrong.

This uprising of ethnic minorities would naturally be the best if it succeeded.

If it is not successful, this population must be exhausted.

The population base of hundreds of thousands has made it impossible for many people to survive, and they chose to revolt with the trend, but because of the situation, they wanted to achieve their goals.

If the rebel army stops at this moment, and the empire does not blame the rebellion of ordinary soldiers, the high-level of these rebel troops will definitely be reckoned with after the fall…

“Nope.”

Imagining the consequences, a rebel officer suddenly drew his flintlock musket and wanted to aim at the man in the sky.

But —

After trying to aim at the man, the officer suddenly fell to his knees in despair.

That height.

Such an inferior musket is simply impossible to touch.

That monster…

Why do you appear on the battlefield at such a time!

When this group of fools is consumed and then appears, he, the original officer, can be the first to surrender, and trade the wealth he has collected with those merchants who have long been connected with Ernest faction, even if the final income is only one or two percent, he can take off the uniform of this rebel army and run to other cities in the empire to become a rich man incognito.

“‘Are you going to let this group of rebels go?’ Colonel Luqiao—”

Before the members of the rebel army could make a choice, a cold voice came from a distance without warning, and a blue-haired woman riding on the flying dangerous species slowly approached not far from Lu Qiao’s location.

She raised her head, with a cruel expression on her beautiful and bright features, “You’re sympathizing with these rebels, right? Because they look more like innocent people being dragged into battle, right? ”

“…… Be. ”

“But have you seen the chaos on the southwest border today?” The female general had a mocking expression on her face, she pointed to the mob below, and said word by word, “Have you seen the tragic images in the fourteen cities that were attacked by these guys?” ”

“They’re not innocent. These guys who have already stepped on the battlefield, for whatever reason, are already soldiers with bloody hands…”

Lu Qiao’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he met the almost provocative expression of the youngest female general of the empire, and said lightly:

“Are you speaking up for those who died tragically?”

“No…”

The female general named Esders sneered, and her expression suddenly became much gloomy, “A coward who cannot resist his fate will die sooner or later in this world of the jungle…”

“However, I have a large number of Avengers here who have been destroyed and safe.”

“Besides, my soldiers are hungry for merit.”

“No matter what, you can’t let this boring compassion erase their expectations.”

She slowly pulled out the bayonet sword at her waist, pointed at Lu Qiao from a distance, and spoke again:

“Most importantly, I must conquer you, Lujo.” _

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