"Traitor! You are traitors!"
"Quick, report to the authorities that we found the remnants of Third Prince Zhu in Bazhaigou!”
"Xiao Niu, hurry up. Auntie still has half a cornbread here. We can run faster if we eat it. If we report it to the government, we can get 100 catties of grain!”
"Go quickly and quietly. Don't let the traitor find out ~"
"These rebels look very energetic. What if the government troops can't beat them?”
"It's none of our business if we can't beat them. As long as we get the food!”
"That's right. Little Cattle, go quickly and take a shortcut!”
Zhu Lingye led the security platoon as they walked along the main road. The refugees on the roadside saw that these people did not have money on the back of their heads and immediately realized that they were rebels.
It had been 116 years since 1644, when Chongzhen hanged himself on an old tree in Mei Mountain, and the Manqing entered the pass to steal the Yan Huang Divine Artifact and began their brutal rule.
Over the past hundred years, there had been countless uprisings against the Qing Dynasty.
However, Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong did not show mercy to outsiders, but they did not show mercy to outsiders. They often killed people until blood flowed like a river.
Slavery!
In this era where the average life expectancy was less than 50 years old, after more than 100 years and four generations, servility had already penetrated into the bones of hundreds of millions of people.
Even if someone had awakened and wanted to rise up, they would not be able to resist the blindly loyal and pure green camp Han soldiers. They had to guard against the villagers who would report them at any time.
This was because Qianlong had issued an imperial edict fifteen years ago…
Consecutive punishment!
If a traitor appears in the village, the entire village will be beheaded!
A rebel leader had appeared in the town and county, and no one was left alive within 30 miles!
With such a terrifying punishment hanging over their heads, who would dare to rebel?
No matter how strong the fortress was, it could be broken through from the inside. Qianlong's move was too vicious. In the past fifteen years, although natural and man-made disasters continued to occur in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and the people's resentment boiled, no one dared to raise an army to rebel.
If you dared to say that Master Qianlong was bad, your entire family would be killed in minutes if your neighbors heard it!
"Commander-in-chief, do you want to save him?"
Chu Yunlong, who was physically strong, heard the refugees whispering, and so did Zhu Lingye.
Originally, Zhu Lingye couldn't bear to see this tragic situation. He planned to help the refugees as much as he could.
However, the refugees didn't say anything. They reported the matter to the government in a "furious" manner, afraid that they wouldn't be able to get the reward if they were too slow.
"Save him?"
"No! Instead of saving this group of ingrates, it was better to keep the food and recruit soldiers.”
Chu Yunlong thought Zhu Lingye was asking him, but in fact, Zhu Lingye was asking the audience in the live broadcast room.
After a day and a night of festering, the number of viewers in the livestream account had increased from a few hundred at the beginning to nearly two million now, and they had tipped more than one billion Yan coins.
Among them, Old Man Chicken contributed 416 million, Rongcheng Group contributed 500 million, and a small company called Yi Ming invested 80 million to buy the naming rights of the Browning 1935 pistol. The rest were the tips of ordinary netizens.
In addition to these three companies that were spending a lot of money, the other companies were still waiting to see. They would probably wait for Zhu Lingye to stand firm before investing!
Not everyone had the courage to gamble hundreds of millions of flame coins at once.
[Host, please save them. It's not their fault, it's this era's fault…]
[Last night, I stayed up late to read the streamer's short history of parallel worlds. I thought about it a lot and finally came to the conclusion that Man Qing must not be allowed to live. [Damn it!]
Sigh…What else can I say? I was so angry that I couldn't sleep the whole night!]
[Similarly, I only have one thought now. I want to sponsor the streamer to quickly destroy the Barbarian Qing. As long as Qianlong is alive, hundreds of millions of people will live in misery!]]
[I don't understand. Why is there such a selfish person in the world? Is Qianlong's head filled with shit?] He knew that oppressing the people would only speed up the destruction of the Barbarian Qing, but he still did it!]
[Qianlong: What does the life and death of the dog slave have to do with us plaited people? If the Qing Dynasty is destroyed, at least I can still live a life of luxury. It's not a loss at all!]
[It's the truth. It's not their ancestor's business. It doesn't hurt to sell it!]]
[How could a barbarian without roots and ancestors think of protecting the country passed down by their ancestors like the Han people?]
[Host, save him! The commoners were innocent. The blame was on Qianlong, the blame was on this f * cking era!]
Zhu Lingye sighed and raised his hand to signal the security platoon to stop.
Thinking that the Qing army stationed in Ginkou would arrive soon, he decided to buy 5500 Level 2 Bio-Human soldiers, 200 Level 3 soldiers as squad leaders, and the officers needed to form three infantry regiments, as well as firearms, artillery, military uniforms, ammunition, and a large amount of food.
Yesterday, he had received one billion Flame Coins as a reward and exchanged it for three billion Silver Coins. He had spent one billion and one billion in one go.
He spent the money, but he didn't feel any heartache.
With these three infantry regiments armed to the teeth, they could take down both Guangdong and Guangxi, let alone Qinzhou.
After equipping, Zhu Lingye conjured three infantry regiments in the forest by the roadside.
Ta, ta, ta ~
Dense footsteps came. Chu Yunlong's hair stood on end. He pulled out the pistol at his waist and rode forward to block Zhu Lingye behind him.
The guards, who were all veterans with three years of actual combat experience, reacted quickly. They quickly formed a circle around Zhu Lingye with their guns ready and their fingers on the trigger. They were fully alert.
When the refugees saw this, they were so scared that they ran far away.
Although his body was extremely weak due to prolonged malnutrition, he was still able to run at an astonishing speed.
What's going on? The Qing army? Bandits?]
[It can't be bandits. How can bandits have such a formation?]]
[Speaking of which, the streamer's soldiers, who are wearing digital camouflage and have an average height of 1.8 meters, are Bio-Human soldiers bought from the system?]
[Nonsense, the host said last night that he would buy a batch of Bio-Human soldiers. Otherwise, how could there be a Type 21 digital camouflage like our Yan Army in the 18th century?]]
[The Pasgt-type helmet, our army's Type 15A helmet doesn't smell good?]
[Maybe the host is considering the price. These Pasgt-helmets don't have a slot for night vision goggles. They probably won't be equipped with night vision goggles in the future. Of course, the cheaper and more durable it is, the better.]]
[Hahaha, Type 21 digital camouflage, a Pasgt-helmet, a Type 21 ammo pouch, a Type 21 camel combat boots, and a Type 56.5. How awkward!]]
[I feel awkward too. Everyone should have a full set of an AK416!]]
[F * ck, look! He actually bought so many Bio-Human soldiers. Is the streamer going to start fighting?]
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