The more than 2,000 victims were dumbfounded by the thick smoke and fire. Many of them had just woken up, or were awakened by the thick smoke. When they saw the food store on fire, they subconsciously wanted to save it.
But unexpectedly, a large number of bandits pulled out steel knives and stopped them. "What are you thinking? Are you all stupid? Remember your identity, you are already bandits, not farmers anymore!"
"Do whatever the king tells you to do! Anyone who dares to resist will be hacked to death immediately!"
The victims finally accepted their fate. They recognized the reality clearly. Through this night of killing, they had completely shed their identity as farmers and became bandits!
What would the court call them? Maybe it's long hair, maybe it's twisters, maybe it's a variety of names. Anyway, no matter what, the identity of a bandit has been carried on his back, and it can't be washed away completely.
Struggling to stay alive, there is only one way to go until dark at this time!
Isiha and his direct descendants were riding war horses and watching everything in front of them at the edge of the village. These ignorant victims, if they had any knowledge at all, they should know that the identity of the so-called King Erha was doubtful.
Where are the war horses that only bandits riding on the Eight Banners can have? This kind of horse has a completely different temperament from the horses of ordinary farmers!
Isiha looked at the burning Tianshuijing Village, and all their sins last night disappeared in the fire!
Wang Laocai's mansion was full of flames. All the female members of the Wang family were tortured to death last night. Some of them who were still half alive in the morning were also thrown into the fire.
All the men were slaughtered, the granaries were burned, and two tons of grains were turned into popcorn.
There are no houses left for the rest of the people. Once these victims who have changed their identities recognize their identity as bandits, they will fall faster than you think.
They took away everything they could, and some people even took off the iron pots from ordinary people's homes and carried them on their backs.
Isiha had an idea and said loudly, "Tear down all the iron pots, this is a good thing!"
"With an iron pot on your back, as long as you grab food, you can immediately bury the pot and cook! If you encounter a war, there will be no problem. With the iron pot on your head, you can climb the city wall and attack upwards!"
"Once you charge directly, you can also hold it up as a shield to resist the bow and arrow!"
"Even if you are running for your life, you can still block a bullet by carrying it on your back, hahaha... good stuff!"
The king has an order, and the minions below must carry it out. Now the trend of grabbing the iron pot is getting more and more intense!
The gangster Isiha robbed all the way from Tianshuijing Village to the north. He told the victims that there was more food to the north, but his strategic goal was very clear, which was to increase the number of victims and move them more and more toward Gyeonggi. Place to gather.
These lives were all used for rebellion, to overthrow Zaichun's brutal rule. In the decisive battle in the capital, they were the biggest cannon fodder.
Isiha led his two thousand victims and went all the way north to rob the villages. When they met the victims, they would arrest them to make up their numbers. Anyone who dared to resist would be immediately killed without mercy.
All the landowners' homes have been invaded. No matter you are a big landowner or a small landowner, he must maintain continuous killing to ensure the stability of the team!
He basically bypassed official roads and took country roads, especially those deep in the Taihang Mountains, so as to avoid conflicts with local garrison troops.
Killing all the way, expanding the army along the way. After arriving at Puyinxing, which is the Lingqiu area, the Erha King actually gathered 20,000 victims and expanded the army ten times!
This shows how serious the disaster is in Shanxi, and the closer it is to the Taihang Mountains, that is, the front line bordering Zhili, the more serious the disaster is.
The area to the west of Shanxi near the Yellow River is adjacent to Shaanxi, so we can get some food relief from there, and the disaster situation will be somewhat alleviated.
However, nearly half of the province was affected by the disaster, and Isiha captured the 20,000 victims through small roads instead of official roads.
If he boldly follows the official path, then 100,000 yuan will be no problem!
Since ancient times, soldiers have valued elites rather than numbers. Are the victims of the disaster also divided into elites and non-elites? That's natural. Look at the army assembled by King Isiha. Almost all the men have a black iron pot on their backs.
From a distance, it looks like a dark cloud rushing over the ground!
Lingqiu County is not big, and the city walls are low and tattered. However, because it is a must pass through the Puyinxing Ancient Road, commerce is still very developed. There are many merchants in the city, and the magistrate of Lingqiu County has been a good job since ancient times.
But today, this fat vacancy has turned into a chore. The number of Isiha's army is getting larger and larger. It is not enough to rob villages and towns to satisfy his appetite. He finally sets his sights on the county town.
This is incredible. Since ancient times, bandits have been rampant in the countryside. They are bandits. But as long as they dare to attack the county government, the lowest first-level governing body in ancient China, this is a direct rebellion!
The Lingqiu County Magistrate looked at the dark mass of victims outside the city and said tremblingly, "Why...why are all these people taking the blame?"
"Are they disaster victims or something?"
The master next to him slapped his thigh anxiously, "My master, don't worry about who he is, they are going to attack our county! There are only 1,500 green soldiers in Lingqiu, how can we stop them?"
"Rely on the 80,000 people in the city or the more than 100 government officials? It's too late to go to Datong to ask for help now. Water from afar cannot quench the thirst of the people nearby!"
"Then what do you think we should do?" The county magistrate was so frightened that he burst into tears.
The master secretly scolded the county magistrate for being cowardly, but no matter how cowardly he was, he was still a county magistrate. At this time, we could only help each other in the same boat!
"Sir... give them food, give them money... as long as we make sure they don't break the city, we can escape the disaster!"
"There are many merchants in the city. When the time comes, they will be forced to share, and the people will also have to share. As long as the city is not destroyed, we can save our lives!"
"Okay...I've given you full authority to negotiate..."
The master was so frightened that he never thought that he would be trapped in the trap by his own idea, but there was no other way at this time. Several government officials rushed over and used a big basket to throw him down into the city.
"Good man, please don't kill me... I am the envoy... The two armies are fighting and the envoy will not be killed!"
The master, waving a white flag, walked forward with three steps and one kowtow. The victims were no longer as cowardly as before. Perhaps they had eaten and drank too much human flesh and blood. Their eyes were filled with the light of cruel beasts.
Watching the master come over is like seeing a piece of walking bacon!
"Hey... that Mousebeard, are you the master? Tell your county magistrate to open the city gate and let us enter the city to rest. This way we can spare his life, otherwise he will be killed without mercy!"
The master was frightened and trembled, "You guys! Tell us your trade name. Which hilltop do you come from? You can make whatever conditions you want, but you can't attack the city. This is not a joke!"
The arrogant-looking bandit had obviously never thought about the name of his unit, but when he saw everyone around him taking the blame, the old man who couldn't read a word said proudly.
"We are the scapegoating army under King Erha! We passed by Lingqiu and ran out of military rations, so I need to lend you some...hurry up and open the city!"
The master was dumbfounded, "Huh? He's taking the blame!"
