The village chief spoke in a low voice but with an excited tone.

Lao Hong stared with his eyes wide open. He knew the sun, and he also knew that the workers in the sun were treated as non-human beings just like the farmers in Zhulan.

But he never thought that people like them could rebel and negotiate with the bigwigs above! "Why did the sun become like this? And how do you know all this?"

"Someone brought the news here, but you know the people up there. They tried their best to cover up this kind of thing. As for why the sun became like this, they said it was because of a saint. If you want to know, then follow me tonight."

Old Hong was obviously moved, but after looking back at his wife and children, hesitation appeared on his face again.

"Are you bringing your whole family?"

In response, the village chief simply patted him on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"Think about it. Whether we succeed in escaping or fail and are killed, this year's tax revenue has already been fixed. Who will pay for the food and fruits that cannot be filled later? If those who stay can't pay, who do you think can survive here?"

Old Hong looked up in shock and met the village chief's eyes again.

He just knows little, but he is not stupid.

The village chief and his men’s plan is equivalent to kidnapping the entire village!

If you escape, you may survive, but if you stay, you will only die!

"We just want to live." Facing Lao Hong's gaze, the village chief's voice was calm, "So we do this just to live."

Lao Hong clenched his fists.

“Done!”

"Pack your things and listen for the gong at night. Once the gong is struck, set off immediately!"

After the village chief left, Lao Hong returned to the simple and dilapidated shack.

Everyone in the family was looking at him. His wife stopped crying, the children stopped making noise, and the old father stopped sighing. They all looked at the pillar of the family with eager eyes.

Lao Hong didn't say much, he just stated silently in a dull voice.

"We all have to survive."

The night enveloped Zhulan.

Old Hong's family has packed up all their belongings. The child curled up anxiously in his mother's arms, and the old father sat in front of the closed door. They were all waiting quietly.

From time to time, there were chaotic footsteps outside the door, but none of them moved.

Until, the promised gong sound suddenly pierced the silence of the countryside!

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Old Hong suddenly stood up from his chair!

That was the sheriff in charge of three surrounding villages, including Hongzi! They were obviously set up. The head of Hongzi Village, together with the heads of the other two villages, tricked them into a drinking table and drugged them.

Without hurting anyone, they took away three guns and tied up the three men! "They bullied us! They took away our way to survive! No wonder we have to fight for our own way to survive now!"

The head of Hongzi Village shouted loudly, and pointed the snatched gun at the forehead of the sheriff in the middle! And around, there were already dozens of young men holding torches scattered in front of the forest of fruit trees! "Fellow villagers! Kill these three people, and there is no turning back for me! Burn the master's garden, and there is no turning back for you! Those who are afraid of regret now can still run, and it's not too late to run to those villages that grow grain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, none of the hundreds of people in the village left.

The village chief looked at the tied-up sheriff in front of him. This man who usually acted superior and arrogant in front of them and never treated any of them as human beings was now crying bitterly, with pleading and fear on his face.

"My daughter cried like this when you raped her before! And you were laughing!"

The village chief's voice was cold, and the finger on the trigger pressed down without hesitation! "Bang!"

Guns went off and fires were started!

When this group of silent people in the dark night began to walk out of the land where they had shed countless sweat and left countless blood and tears.

Only the blood of hatred and the fire of anger were left on the ground! Just when Lao Hong was about to take his family and leave with the others, he suddenly seemed to remember something.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

He told his family to leave first, then turned around and ran into the cemetery behind the village without hesitation.

When he caught up with the team again, he was holding the crazy child who was the only one left among the laborers.

Villages responsible for planting fruit trees began to merge halfway.

This survival plan was certainly not organized by just one or two villages. The newly appointed tax collector was in charge of seven or eight villages, with a total of thousands of people.

It is precisely because of his selfish desires that thousands of people have to struggle for their survival!

It took them four hours to walk from the village to the nearest train station, which was usually responsible for transporting agricultural products.

The station was guarded by a team of five police officers, all of whom were armed.

After arriving near the platform, several village chiefs did not give any orders at all. They did not know how to give orders, and they knew it was useless. The farmers were all a group of mobs.

But before they set off, they had already killed the sheriff and set fire to thousands of acres of orchards! A complete fight to the death! Anyone who came here would have no chance to turn back! This was a group of desperate criminals! The station was instantly flooded with thousands of people. Several village chiefs led by gunmen rushed to the guard hall with their people with clear goals, and started shooting at the police officers who were still in panic and had not yet reacted.

Lao Hong followed the village chief of Hongzi Village, carrying a table as a shield. They had almost no shooting skills and were just fighting randomly.

But because there were enough people and they were not afraid of death, the five police officers were finally drowned by the crowd! None of them were shot to death, but were smashed to death by the angry and venting farmers using tables, chairs, benches, hoes and sickles! After the police officers died, no one at the station could stop these farmers who were determined to survive.

Several village heads and their men tried desperately to stop the farmers, who were already overwhelmed by anger, from continuing to smash the train driver and maintenance worker to death.

Instead, they pointed guns at their heads and forced them to get on the train!

(End of this chapter)