At night, the Minba people gathered in the open space to drink porridge. They drank very slowly because in their night there was light in only two places.

One is a nearby guard post, and the other is this open space.

After being tired for a day, Minba quickly rubbed the tight muscles on her calf and used saliva to smooth the wound. When the time came, they were about to go back to sleep.

In a place where the light cannot shine, there are several people crowded together in a thatched hut, one on one side and the other on the other side, leaving a small area in the middle.

There were still people standing outside the thatched hut, alert to the surrounding situation.

A Minba in the room said: "They killed a person today, the sick widow, and the one who had two children alone. A bastard rushed into her house and dragged it out. The widow hit the back of her head on the stone, and the man was gone."

"This group of bastards!" Another Minba was filled with anger. "I was far away and didn't see clearly. But that bastard didn't care at all after killing someone."

Another Minba argued: "It's not that he didn't care at all. He was a little scared at that time. Maybe he was soft-hearted, maybe he had made a mistake."

The man sitting opposite to other Minba snorted coldly: "It is pertinent, but shut your mouth. Now, we must unify our thoughts, everything is a bastard."

The argumentative Minba said, "I don't mean that either. I'll ask, is it going tonight? How many people are there? Whose orders should we obey except you?"

The man smiled indifferently: "The action tonight is certain. There are quite a lot of goods in the arsenals we robbed before. How many people are there? I tell you, flowers are everywhere! Whose orders are heard? I don't know who has the final say. In short, I only follow the commander's orders."

After saying that, the man smiled coldly, which made people shudder.

This man was one of the people locked in the back garden of the palace. They escaped from the palace early. As for how they came out, they will introduce it in detail later.

In short, after long-term operation, they found their former companions and gradually developed into a force.

Just under the eyes of the Guards, they grew into a giant.

Another Minba asked: "How many weapons do we have?"

"Enough to arm a hundred people."

The man's answer cooled down the small thatched hut, and the enthusiasm of the Minbas instantly subsided, and many Minbas became melancholy.

Finally, someone in Minba raised an objection: "It's not enough, this is too few, why don't you wait? I heard that there are tens of thousands of people on the other side!"

"Wait? How many years have the Minbas been waiting? Tell me, when will I wait?" The man looked at a person, "What we lack is not weapons. The commander once said that people are sheep, and the crowd is a flock of sheep.

A flock of sheep will be chased by a wolf everywhere, but as long as there is a sheep that can rush over the wolf, the young sheep will follow."

The Minba people thought for a long time, but they didn't know what it meant.

In fact, Zuo Lan also said that crowds are more difficult to lead than flocks of sheep, and people will be suspicious of each other, and this cannot be changed at any time.

If you want the Minba people to be desperate, you can only give them hope. Only by having expectations for the future can people move forward.

Seeing that the Minbas didn't understand, the man said, "You are all people I trust. I will tell you the truth, do you know what kind of life the nobles of the royal capital live?"

The Minbas shook their heads, they could never imagine it no matter how they thought it.

"The nobles used to feed pigs to be better than we eat. They often have dinner together. Has anyone ever seen a table that is several meters long full of meat? Has anyone ever seen those meat that don't move at all? Has anyone ever seen those food waste to maintain their figure? Do you know? The meat that only eats a little at a time and the rest is thrown away."

A few people ate their saliva, that thing is meat, not porridge.

When the man saw that there was hope, his face became even more sad: "How many times have Minba eaten meat with a larger finger in his life? After eating that, he would show off everywhere. Why? I tell you, the nobles don't know the hot and cold at all. In winter, someone lit fires for their houses, and in summer, every household will regularly send ice cubes.

Where did the coal come from? It was collected by Minba people under the mine. How many Minbas will die under the mine every day? Where did the ice come from? It was Minba who was not covered in clothes in the north, smashed with one pick and one pick.

I ask you one thing, why? I ask you another, do you want to live that kind of life? Do you want your descendants to live in a place without mines and rice fields?”

The Minbas were trapped in fantasy, and one of the Minbas asked, "What is ice?"

This country is extremely deep in the north and south, and the southern region is warm all year round. For most people who work hard and deaf ears to everything in the world, this is the whole world.

Men also regret it, and they should choose something that is easier to understand.

These words may be useful for Minba in the central or northern regions, but here, everyone basically doesn't understand that Minba's limitations are too great.

A Minba whispered: "We all know that the mine is not airtight and very hot. Many people have been thrown into the mine since childhood. In just a few years, they can't use their eyes or breathing things.

We understand this, let’s say that. Although you don’t know a lot about it, we don’t want to farm again, we don’t want to be whipped anymore, and we also have to rest whenever we want."

The other Minba looked at each other and the atmosphere gradually changed.

The Minba continued: "It rains often here. Every time it rains, we are thinking about how good it would be to lie down at home and sleep in the rain. If someone walks in front of us, we don't have to bow.

I remember when I was very young, it was the first time we bowed to people. The one who passed by us was two girls in skirts, about the same age as us. We couldn't see what those two girls looked like, but they didn't say a word to us, so they just chatted and walked over. In fact, we really wanted to say a few words to them..."

"Okay, okay, what are you talking about!"

The Minbas became bored and did not intend to listen to such inexplicable words. The interrupted Minba smiled bitterly and shrank his body and stopped talking, but there was a throbbing in his eyes.

The man successfully messed up the passionate content. At this time, another one came into the outside of the hut, and said, "Who told you that there were only one hundred guns? We have one hundred thousand guns. In addition, hundreds of people were waiting outside the village. As soon as the signal was sent, they rushed in immediately."

Minba in the room was stunned and looked at the person coming and kept asking, "How much? Isn't this possible?"

"Shabi? Why are you here?" The person who messed up the atmosphere seemed to have seen a savior.

"Shut up! You stupid!"

Shabi tidied his hair, waved his hand, and signaled several people to come out.

Several Minba looked at each other and slowly came out of the hut.

Outside the hut, there were more than a dozen people standing, each carrying several rifles on his back.

The Minbas were all stupid and believed Shabi's words a little.

Shabi spread his hands and said helplessly: "The guard post is too strict, so I can only bring these in, and the rest are outside."

The Minba people began to be excited. If they really calmed down and thought about it, they would find something abnormal.

If there are really more than 100,000 weapons, and if there are really hundreds of people outside, why should you still be afraid of small guard posts?

Shabi brought several Minbas back into the hut and said seriously: "Our commander has a plan, you guys will listen..."
Chapter completed!