Ten minutes later, the medicine took effect.
After finishing the porridge, the 500-odd young men suddenly felt dizzy. Their heads were dizzy, and they fell to the ground one after another.
Clang! Clang!
The sound of the bowl shattering shocked Niu Dazhuang and the young men who were making porridge. They hadn't had time to eat the porridge, so they naturally didn't faint.
Drops of perspiration?
Just as they were in a daze, Qin Jun walked over with a pair of scissors in his hand and a pistol with a silencer in his other hand.
Chirp chirp.
Without saying a word, he shot and shattered two porridge buckets, scaring the few of them so much that they trembled. They took a few steps back and stood stiffly, not daring to speak.
This flintlock can fire continuously!
"Now you have two choices. One, eat the porridge, two, die.”
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
The four of them ran forward without hesitation and drank the porridge from the pot.
If he drank it, he might not die, but if he did not drink it, he would definitely die.
Plop.
After the four of them fell to the ground, Qin Jun put his pistol back into his waist, put on his gloves, and waved the scissors to start his attack. Good for you. The brothel industry cut off the dirty and smelly braids of more than ten people from the back of their heads in minutes.
F * ck, isn't this too f * cking dirty?
Smelling the sour smell on the braid, he almost vomited. He hurriedly took out the mask he had prepared in advance and put it on before continuing to cut.
Crack! Crack!
The sound of hair breaking could be heard continuously. A hardworking figure was waving a pair of scissors around the bonfire on the barren land. He aimed at the right spot and used the scissors.
An hour later, Qin Jun, who was done, stood up, took off his mask and gloves, and threw them on the fire. He stretched and heaved a long sigh of relief.
He had finally taken the first step to revolt. How satisfying!
……
Another hour passed.
The young men lying on the ground woke up one after another. They subconsciously rubbed their heads and were instantly scared out of their wits.
Where were the braids?
There was only a tuft of short hair at the back of her head. When she looked down, she realized that her braid had been cut short by a sharp weapon and was beside her.
It broke! The braid broke!
He was dead!
After he recovered from his daze, he was immediately filled with endless fear. Without braids, he would definitely be beheaded. What should he do?
"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself. My name is Qin Jun, Qin as in Qin Shihuang, Jun as in Jun, a proper Han without braids.”
Qin Jun's sonorous voice attracted everyone's attention. They turned their heads and realized that he was standing in the middle of the bonfire. He had no braids even after taking off his hat.
A wig!
"After the Manqing Tartars entered the pass, do you know what the massacre was? How many of our Han brothers and sisters have you killed?”
"A few million, Yang. State ten days, good. Three Massacres 'blood dyed the moat red. The pile of corpses was dozens of meters tall, and the stench of corpses could still be smelled ten years later.”
"I am a Han, and you are also Han. Why do you want to be the slaves of the Manqing Tartars?”
"We can't forget the glory of Qin, Han, Tang, and Ming. So today, I'll give you two choices. One, rebel with me and overthrow the Manqing Empire. Two, be beheaded by the Tartars like a dog.”
"Make your choice!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the air instantly froze, and the scene was deathly silent.
Rebellion?
Did I hear wrongly?
These five hundred people actually dared to rebel. Did they think that the million Eight Banner Soldiers of Man Qing were weak?
Da da ~
The explosive gunshots interrupted their thoughts. When they looked up, they saw a terrifying scene. The scales in their hearts gradually deviated from the option of rebellion.
At this moment, Qin Jun was holding an MG42. In the light of the fire, he aimed at the forest about 30 meters in front of him and fired. The terrifying firing speed made the machine gun tear the tarpaulin, and dozens of trees as thick as thighs were riddled with holes.
Creak, creak, creak.
As the leaves flew in the air, the tree trunk broke and fell to the ground.
Shocked!
What kind of weapon was this? It could actually cause such great lethality. If it hit a person, it would probably be riddled with holes, right?
Very soon, Qin Jun proved to them what it was like to hit someone.
The carriage borrowed from Wang Daoyi became the next target. He loaded the new ammunition chain and turned the muzzle to aim at the white horse.
Da da ~ pu.
He pulled the trigger, and dozens of bullets shot out. The white horse shook a few times as if it was dancing, and fell to the ground without moving.
Hiss.
Everyone gasped and their eyes widened.
He finally understood the power of this firearm. It could be said that it could kill anyone who stood in its way. It was terrifying.
Damn, the recoil was a little too strong.
Qin Jun put down his gun and rubbed his shoulders. Seeing their dumbfounded expressions, he could not help but laugh out loud.
" How about it? I have thousands of such guns. And this..."
As he spoke, he took out a 98K from the bag at his feet, loaded the gun, aimed at the dead white horse, and pulled the trigger. Bang... A hole was blasted in the horse's head.
Kacha, loading the gun... Bang... Half of the horse's head was smashed. Kacha... Bang... Until the last bullet was fired, the horse's head had been beaten beyond recognition.
"The Qin's No. 1 flintlock has a maximum range of 800 steps. Compared to it, bows and arrows are just toys.”
"I have hundreds of thousands of these guns!"
"Think about it, what would happen if 100,000 soldiers equipped with these new guns were to face off against 300,000 soldiers wielding sabers, spears, bows, and arrows?”
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