It was pitch dark in front of him and the breathing of the people around him seemed to be close to his ears. Zhao Changsheng held on to the stone wall. He didn't dare to go out, but he also knew that if he didn't rush out, they would be trapped to death inside.
What exactly are these smokes?
Was there a real fire, or was it some sorcery?
If it was a sorcery, why did you force them out before taking action?
Zhao Changsheng wanted to shout, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the smoke went into his nostrils and mouth. He choked and coughed continuously. He could only watch the people behind him rush out and fall down one by one.
The chaos in the cave gave the "hunters" outside the best opportunity.
The smoke blocked people's eyes again.
By the time they walked out of the smoke and saw the bodies on the ground, it was too late.
Zhao Changsheng grabbed the person who was running towards him from behind. He didn't know who the other person was, but he knew that he should grab as many as he could.
"Who's pulling me!" The person being pulled growled hoarsely.
Zhao Changsheng resisted the urge to cough and raised his voice desperately: "It's me!"
The person being held back was startled: "My Lord? Why are you here? Why don't you go out? There's smoke all over the place. I wonder which bastard started the fire!"
Zhao Changsheng was impatient to listen to him chattering about things that everyone knew, but he really couldn't say anything. He just grabbed the man's arm tightly and didn't let him leave.
The person being held back was getting impatient and shouted, "My lord, we can't stay here for long. Let's get out first!"
Zhao Changsheng grabbed the man's arm and told him to bend over. He leaned close to his ear and said, "There's something fishy going on out there!"
"Is this a trick?" The person who was grabbed looked confused.
Zhao Changsheng wanted to cough and curse.
He was originally just a centurion. Centurion sounds good, as he can manage hundreds of people under him, but in reality he was just a mouthpiece. There was a thousand-man captain above him, and that man was self-willed, ambitious, and had never been to school. He always spoke dirty words.
That man was just lucky. He had been in the army longer than him and had saved his superior. But in terms of real talent and knowledge, how could he be his match?
Zhao Changsheng was used to his arrogant attitude, and the anger in his heart grew bigger and bigger.
If he can do it, why can't I?
However, his abilities were not recognized by his superiors, and he was unable to rise from a centurion to a thousand-man commander.
As the situation was chaotic, Zhao Changsheng began to think about establishing his own faction.
Everyone wants to turn into a dragon, not a bug.
Heroes emerge in troubled times. Who knows if he won’t be that hero?
He killed the centurion he disliked and forbade the soldiers to return home - he knew very well that if he asked them to go back, they would never come back again, and they would have to stay in the remote countryside and work together to find a meal to stay together.
Zhao Changsheng steeled himself, stepped on the stone pier and stood on a high place, trying his best to hold back the discomfort, and shouted: "People from the mountain below are attacking us! They are the ones who caused this smoke! Whoever goes out will be shot to death! Stop! All of you stop!"
This time what he said finally worked.
Those who were about to step out of the smoke also stopped.
Although they couldn't see each other, they quickly regained their senses and moved towards the direction where Zhao Changsheng was.
Just at this moment, the smoke slowly dissipated and it was no longer pitch dark.
Zhao Changsheng took a deep breath and said, "They shouldn't be many, otherwise they wouldn't use this method to force us out!"
Someone immediately asked, "Your Majesty, if we don't go out, won't they be able to do anything to us?"
Zhao Changsheng wanted to call him a pig-brained man. He continued to shout, "If we don't go out, where will the food come from? The food we stored has already been gone! And they have a house at the foot of the mountain, and someone is delivering food to them!"
"This is a siege! Without backup, we can only fight to get out!"
The bandits were even more confused: "My Lord, didn't you just say we can't go out?"
Zhao Changsheng: "I told you not to go out alone! If dozens of people rush out together, we will have a chance to survive!"
The bandits fell silent, this time they understood.
Someone whispered, "Who's going to the front?"
"Naturally, whoever was in the front before is still in the front now."
"The people who used to rush to the front are long gone!"
Those people were not soldiers. They were called military husbands, but in fact they were military slaves. They carried military supplies during the march and rushed to the front during the battle. The soldiers behind them drove them away with knives. They could only run forward and use their flesh and blood to block the enemy's first round of attacks.
When Zhao Changsheng established his own faction, these military husbands either died or escaped. Even if they did not die or escape, they became meat in their mouths.
Those who remain are called "Uncle Soldiers" by the people.
When no one was watching, they would kick open the doors of people's homes and demand that they offer their sons and daughters as tribute. They would send their sons to be soldiers and let their daughters be abused by them, and they would also have to offer money and food.
Zhao Changsheng used to think this was a good thing. These soldiers had already developed bad tempers, and after following him for so long, they couldn't go anywhere else.
Now, he wanted to beat these people up one by one and clear their minds.
"If we don't charge now, are we waiting to die?!" Zhao Changsheng shouted.
The crowd became restless: "No! I can't die here!"
"Go! What are you waiting for here?!"
"There must be few people outside, what are you afraid of!"
But no matter how they shouted or called, no one came out.
Zhao Changsheng looked at his confidant who walked up to his side. Before he became the "king", this person was his personal soldier. Although it was not easy to cultivate confidants, it would be a pity to just push the other person to death, but this was the only way now.
"Feng Xiang!" Zhao Changsheng, "Choose someone!"
Feng Xiang clasped his fists and said, "Yes!"
Feng Xiang looked around and pointed at everyone around him. He was a big, strong man with a dull mind, but he was extremely loyal. After pointing at everyone, he raised his long sword and said, "Follow me and charge out! If anyone dares to retreat, the sword in my hand has no eyes!"
Zhao Changsheng was not completely unpopular. Although none of the people who were singled out were willing to do so, they did not run away after all.
"Feng Xiang!" Zhao Changsheng rushed to Feng Xiang who was walking in the front, "Be careful!"
Feng Xiang turned around and smiled at Zhao Changsheng, "Don't worry, my king! I have the money to buy my life! I will marry a wife and have children in the future!"
Zhao Changsheng was stunned. Before he could say another word, Feng Xiang had already led his men and shouted, rushing out of the cave.
The smoke cleared—
The people in the cave finally saw the scene outside the cave clearly. The ground was covered with corpses, one on top of another. It was only a small area, but it suddenly became a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Those who ran out couldn't even see the faces of the people who killed them.
Feng Xiang led more than a hundred people to rush out, and Zhao Changsheng shouted at the people who had not yet gotten out: "You guys rush out too! Get out together! Otherwise, none of you will survive!"
The people who stayed behind looked at Zhao Changsheng, and someone asked, "My lord, you are invulnerable, why don't you charge first?"
"Your Majesty, we are all mortals, made of flesh and blood. We are not like you who have the protection of gods and Buddhas. If you lead the way, we will naturally survive."
Zhao Changsheng froze in place.
Everyone was looking at him, their gazes changing from numb to indifferent, and then to fanatical.
"Yes! Your Majesty has magical powers! Your Majesty, please lead us to charge! Just like Brother Feng, charge at the front!"
"My lord, the brothers have been following you because you have the blessings of gods and Buddhas!"
Smiles appeared on their faces, and Zhao Changsheng could even see the yellow teeth in their mouths.
Just at this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the cave, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
I didn't know what was making the continuous loud noise, but just hearing it made my scalp tingle.
Every sound felt like something hitting them.
All the people who had just rushed out fell down, and when the loud noise subsided, there was no one standing outside the cave.
There was a fine blood mist floating in the air, which seemed to be there and not there.
Inside the cave, it was silent.
Zhao Changsheng's body trembled slightly involuntarily, he had a premonition of something.
But he had no way to escape, nor could he find another Feng Xiang.
"Your Majesty!"
"My Lord! Lead us!"
Everyone was staring at him. Those pairs of fanatical eyes were like countless hands attacking him. He had no way to avoid them. For a moment, he was confused as to why he was rebelling? Why did he want to set up his own sect?
What would have happened if he had not killed the centurion, had not gone up the mountain, but had instead led his men south?
But he did not regret it, nor did he have time to regret it.
Zhao Changsheng thought of his ambitions, the passion he had when he killed the captain, and that one day he would reach the top of the mountain.
Zhao Changsheng was lost in his hazy fantasy. He finally jumped off the stone pillar and smiled enthusiastically like everyone else present: "My fellow men! Follow me!"
"rush!"
"Charge out! Kill him without a single piece of armor left!"
"Follow the king and rush out!"
The moment they stepped out of the cave, they were greeted by a continuous rain of arrows. The strange thing was that Zhao Changsheng, who was at the front, never fell down. He seemed to be assisted by God. Only when he ran to the front would arrows fall on the ground he just passed by.
Zhao Changsheng yelled madly: "I! I am destined to be with you! I have the help of the gods and Buddhas! I, Zhao Changsheng, am invulnerable to swords and guns! I can do anything!"
He laughed loudly, turned around and shouted to those who had not fallen yet, "Follow me!"
Those who did not fall witnessed the miracle of Zhao Changsheng, their eyes were red and they said: "We are willing to follow the king!"
Zhao Changsheng finally ran to the hillside, and he finally saw the man standing on the hillside.
The sunlight fell on the man's face. He did not notice his strange hair and strange clothes. He was just confused for a moment - could such a young boy be the one who wanted to kill them all?
This young man seems to be living a good life, with no dirty clothes and no thin body.
The other party looked so high-spirited, just like he used to be.
When I was young, I always thought that I could go anywhere and do anything.
Ye Zhou also looked at Zhao Changsheng. Although he had never seen him before, he knew his appearance from Sun Hao. He was about 1.7 meters tall, fat, with a red mole near the corner of his mouth, like a mighty general.
It was he who asked Zou Ming to spare the other person's life.
It was not because he was kind-hearted, nor because he did not dare to order the killing.
He is the owner of the supermarket and the other party is the leader of the bandits.
They are responsible for their respective employees.
This is their battlefield.
Ye Zhou pursed his lips and raised his gun towards Zhao Changsheng who was within shooting range.
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