The leader of the guards, Ma Jianqiang, was as his name suggested. His face was as long as a horse's, and he said with a gloomy expression,
"Wangfei, we don't have much food left. We can only hold on until we reach Suzhou to worship your ancestors!
Princess Consort, don't worry, these unruly people won't shed tears until they see the coffin. After killing a few of them, they will all run away…"
After saying that, Ma Jianqiang rode his horse and rushed over, killing a few disaster victims.
His subordinates had shot dozens of disaster victims with their bows and arrows or muskets!
Ma Jianqiang thought that such a massacre was enough to scare away the other disaster victims!
Unexpectedly, the disaster victims were hunted down by the local officials these days. The last bit of their subservience was killed, and the bloodlust of the Han people was finally aroused!
"This is too much! We were just begging for some food, and they killed us!”
"Brothers, let's fight these traitors to the death!”
"The lackey who killed the traitor Wu Sangui!”
If they escaped, they would starve to death in the wilderness!
Instead of starving to death, it was better to die in a grand battle like this!
The remaining 800 disaster victims gritted their teeth and fought with their lives on the line!
However, the weapons in their hands were too weak. Sickle, axe, hoe, and wooden stick did not have any combat power at all!
Those who charged at the front were shot dead by arrows and muskets!
Ma Jianqiang led more than 100 guards, and with a smug expression on his face, he slaughtered the disaster victims wantonly!
In the past ten to twenty years, he and his master Wu Sangui had killed countless Han Chinese. They did not care about killing hundreds of Han Chinese!
The disaster victims were about to be destroyed!
But at this moment, Ma Jianqiang suddenly heard a strange sound!
Following those voices, the arrogant guards who had been killing the Han people all fell to the ground!
Ma Jianqiang took a closer look and saw that all of his subordinates had been shot in the head!
They were all shot in the head!
The scary thing was that he never saw who attacked them!
In just a short while, more than 100 of his subordinates were almost all dead!
Only then did he see clearly that on a distant hillside, a tall man stood up from the grass!
The man was wearing a gaudy and strange outfit (camouflage uniform). He was holding a weapon that looked like a musket but was extremely powerful. Bullets were fired continuously from it!
This man's marksmanship was very accurate. Without exception, all of Ma Jianqiang's men were shot in the head!
And this man actually had short hair and no braids. It was simply disgraceful!
Ma Jianqiang was very interested in the weapon in the short-haired man's hand. As if he had obtained a treasure, he urged his horse over and wanted to snatch it!
He felt that it was a true divine weapon!
If he could obtain it and present it to Wu Sangui, the King of Pingxi, he would definitely be promoted.
He wouldn't be like now, acting as the head of the guards for the princess Chen Yuanyuan who had been neglected by his highness!
He also felt that the man's gun couldn't have unlimited firepower.
After fighting for so long, the ammunition inside must have been used up!
However, just as Ma Jianqiang rode his horse over, the musket in the man's hand fired two bullets, accurately hitting Ma Jianqiang's legs.
Ma Jianqiang fell from his horse and struggled to get up!
However, she was stomped to the ground by that man!
At that time, Ma Jianqiang felt that if this short-haired man's ankle weighed a thousand pounds, he would not be able to break free!
He raised his head and realized that the remaining subordinates had originally wanted to use their muskets to fight against the short-haired man.
However, their shooting range was far from the range of the strange weapon in the short-haired man's hand. They were all killed.
The remaining few wanted to escape, but they were already beaten to death by the disaster victims!
The mysterious man was Li Haoran.
He asked Ma Jianqiang about the time, place, and people. After he had a preliminary understanding of the world he had transmigrated to, he killed this hardcore traitor with a shot!
"Congratulations, Master, for successfully transmigrating and eliminating the traitors. You have activated the killing and leveling up to become a god.
Master kills a traitor soldier and gains 1 achievement point.
Killing a Mie Qing Tar soldier would earn him 10 achievement points.
Killing a Rank-9 traitor would earn him 10 achievement points.
Killing a Rank-9 traitor would earn him 20 achievement points.
Killing Mie Qingda/Ziguan of the same grade would increase the achievement points by 10 times!
Killing a traitor of the eighth rank was worth 40 achievement points.
Killing a Rank-8 traitor was worth 80 achievement points…
The achievement points for each rank would double, and so on. Killing a Rank One traitor official would cost 1,300,000 achievement points!
Killing an official of the first rank would earn him 13 million achievement points!
If he killed the Chief Minister, Oboi, he would gain 20 million achievement points!
If you kill Emperor Kang Xi, 100 million contribution points!
Merit points could allow the master to level up and become extremely powerful. They could also be exchanged for everything, including martial arts, items, talents...
Among the 112 traitors that Master had killed, there was the rank 6 guard commander Ma Jianqiang and a dozen other leaders of various ranks. The total achievement points were 1820!
1000 achievement points could be exchanged for 1 point in all attributes!
Now automatically exchange for the master!
Now, Master's attributes, including Spirit, Strength, Stamina, Agility, Comprehension, and Luck, are on average 21 points, which is 10 points higher than the average of ordinary people!
However, there was still a gap between them and the experts of this era. I hope Master can kill more enemies, especially the Mites!”
……
The disaster victims understood that if it wasn't for this short-haired man who had descended from the sky, they would have escaped again today!
This short-haired man was their savior!
The remaining 800 disaster victims knelt on the ground in unison.
"Benefactor! You are our savior, please accept our worship!”
"Benefactor! Are you a god?"
Li Haoran was stunned at first, but then he reacted and smiled."I'm an immortal. I'm the messenger sent by the immortal world (the prototype is the peace and prosperity of the 21st century) to save you.
To save you from the oppression, exploitation and slavery of the local tyrants and evil gentry,
Let all the Han people live a peaceful and prosperous life with food, clothes, and education!”
He considered that this was the middle of the 17th century, and the victims were generally illiterate. It was impossible to use the ideas of the 20th century to motivate them. They would most likely not understand.
He still had to use superstitious thoughts to encourage them. After all, during the entire period of the Miqing Dynasty, the two largest riots were the White Lotus Society and the Taiping Country established by the God Worship Sect.
Worship of immortals was still the best way to move the masses!
The disaster victims all believed it!
If he didn't come from the Immortal World, how could he have such a godly gun!
Moreover, he heard that there was food, clothes, and school. These refugees who had been through so much could not help but tear up!
"Angel, may I ask what the Immortal World is like?”At that time, a bold disaster victim could not help but ask.
Li Haoran took out his Huawei phone and opened the photo he took.
"Everyone, please take a look. This is what the Immortal World looks like!
The Immortal World was filled with tall buildings that were hundreds of feet tall!
There were such cars everywhere in the immortal world. Such cars were much faster than standing horses!
There's also such a long car. We call it a high-speed rail in the immortal world. It can travel ten thousand miles in a day!
There are also birds like this, we call them airplanes!
This machine could carry hundreds of people and fly tens of thousands of miles in the sky in a day and night!
Also, this divine artifact in my hand is called a mobile phone.
With a mobile phone, we immortals can have the divine power of clairvoyance and clairvoyance.
"If two immortals each have a mobile phone, they can contact each other through their mobile phones, see each other's appearance, and talk to each other no matter how far away they are…"
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