Chapter 94 Vagrant riots

Author: Emei Swordsman

The night was as dark as ink, and the moon was blocked by layers of dense dark clouds. The sky seemed to be stagnant, as gloomy as water. Looking up at the sky, there was nothing but darkness, no clouds moved, no stars moved, a huge repression and unscrupulous

The ground is pressed down, making it difficult to breathe.

There will be no wind tonight.

At the gate of Hangzhou City, listening to the murmurs of refugees in their dreams, the soldiers who had been standing on the post for a day couldn't help feeling tired and took a nap in a drowsy yawn one after another.

Seeing the soldiers relax, their eyes slowly shining brightly among the crowd of refugees in the distance.

"Prepare."

With a light reprimand, countless black shadows who were sleeping suddenly turned over, pinched the weapons they had already prepared beside them, tucked their waists, tiptoed, and responded to each other, gestured to each other, like ghosts in progress, silently

The earth approached the city gate.

At the gate of the city, a soldier seemed to be anxious to pee. He covered his stomach and walked quickly to a secluded place where no one was. He was about to unbutton his belt and release his pleasure when he saw a black shadow suddenly popping out of the grass in front of him.

"Who...well!"

The sword flashed, and before the soldiers could make a sound, they were wiped off their necks and fell down softly, leaving no sound on the spot.

The soldier's blood gushed out and splashed on the faces of the people in front of him. The refugee licked the wetness at the corner of his lips, and the thin and dry face was filled with bloodthirsty excitement. He threw down the bloody hand in his hand

The kitchen knife pulled out the long knife from the soldier's waist, and continued to approach the city gate with other refugees following him.

"Who!" Hearing the movements coming from the front, a sleepy soldier suddenly shook his energy and stared vigilantly at the slightly shaking bushes ahead.

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw dozens of refugees holding sharp blades suddenly running out of the bushes. He was immediately scared and stopped and turned around and ran around and shouted: "Beware! Beware! Vagrant riots! Vagrant riots!"

Before he could run far, a refugee caught up with him in three or two steps, slashed him on the back with a knife, and instantly burst into blood. The refugee felt that the reaction force that was slashed to his spine was numb, and then

Seeing the soldier's body fall, he fell down powerlessly.

"Police... Be careful..." The refugee was not very good at attacking. The soldier spitted blood and twitched on the ground for a long time before he died completely.

This warning sounded like a arrow to break through the air, piercing straight into the eardrums of all the soldiers. The soldiers were frightened and trembled. After a brief moment of being stunned, they immediately reacted and quickly began to fight back.

The commander was anxious and angry: "Move the fence and put the shield on it! Block the city gate! Don't put anyone in for me!"

Seeing that the city gate guards had already made some moves, the head refugee cheered up and shouted: "The government is not kind, so I will refuse us outside the city without caring about it, and I want us to starve to death! Anyway, starving to death is death, and freezing to death is death, not as good as this night

I tried my best and broke into the city to grab some rice and grain. At least I could be a full-fledged ghost before I died!"

Hundreds of refugees behind him began to echo and gathered towards the city gate: "Break into the city! Break into the city! Break into the city!"

The harmony was like a mosquito and flies, and then the sound gradually rose, gathering louder and louder, and it was as loud as a bell. The commander's scalp was numb as he heard it. While asking the soldiers to hold the city gate to desperately, he turned around and looked at him with his eyes bursting.

The messenger shouted: "Hurry! Notify the magistrate, the refugees are in chaos, and the East Gate can no longer hold back! Please support!"

In the city of Hangzhou, the official residence of the prefect Lu Xianzhi.

The master looked anxious and lifted his robe and ran, shouting: "Sir! It's not good! The refugees outside the city are rioting! They are about to rush into the city!"

Lu Xianzhi, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up, and was frightened by the news and trembled all over: "What?"

The master was so angry that he ran away, but he still didn't dare to delay at all. He gasped and replied: "I just received the news that the refugees were rioting, which was rushing to the east gate, and it was said that he could hardly stand it."

Lu Xianzhi's mind was dizzy and his face was as pale as paper. He trembled with his hands, pinching the edge of the bed, trying to make his voice less flustered: "Always... how many people are there?"

"There are about one or two thousand young people, and at least five or six thousand old, weak young women and children. This is just the total number of refugees. As for how many people are coming to rush to the city gate, it is still unclear."

After hearing him, Lu Xianzhi calmed down a little and ordered: "There are currently two thousand defenders in the city, and one thousand of them immediately support the East Gate. The other three gates will be increased by two hundred each, so that they must defend the city.

No one can be put in the door!"

"There are four hundred left, divided into several squads, guarding and patrolling villages overnight, and guarding against refugees taking advantage of the situation. Just go now!"

The master took the life, but did not get up immediately. Instead, he pursed his lips and hesitated: "Sir, the refugees are making trouble tonight. If you don't issue a clear order, the officers and soldiers... may not be able to let go."

Since ancient times, the military and civilians were integrated, and the people joined the army and protected the people. It is the garrison of various garrisons in the Daxia Dynasty. It is also a war in war and farming in idle times, and there is no essential difference between the ordinary people. The military and civilians were killed by each other, which was originally for

Things that cannot be tolerated in the world.

Although it was the refugees who initiated the riot, they were forced to do so. They saw that there was no way to survive and came up with this bad decision. They were not those unruly people who were determined to rebel. On the one hand, Lu Xianzhi pityed the difficulty, but on the other hand, they were afraid that too many people would suppress him.

He was not allowed to stay away from the matter and was given a copy by the censor. This was why the officers and soldiers were not ruthless and only focused on blocking them.

But the situation is different tonight. The officers and soldiers are concerned about the lives of refugees. The refugees will not care about the lives of officers and soldiers, and they will not be sluggish at all. If the officers and soldiers are unable to let go, the refugees will become more and more rampant and want to rush forward without scruples.

Come into the city.

Thinking of this, Lu Xianzhi's eyes became cold. He looked at the master deeply, and his tone was cold: "Women, children, old and weak should not move, and they still need to block them; the young and strong people who followed the door to the door should be seriously injured; as for

The bandit leader holding weapons and inciting hearts——”

"Kill it on the spot!"

A chill suddenly climbed onto the master's back, making him cold warrior, and he responded quickly: "Yes, I'll go now!"

Before he could move, he was stopped by Lu Xianzhi again: "Slowly! Summon all the runners in the government office and prepare them in case of an accident!"

"yes!"

"Also! Notify the people in the city to keep their doors closed and don't go out. No matter what they hear or see, they will hide at home! Especially those wealthy families, ask them to close the doors and windows, restrain their servants, and don't run around!"

"yes!"

"Also! Prepare the injured medicine and treat the injured soldiers in time, and do not delay!"

"Yes!" The master finally responded heavily. Seeing that Lu Xianzhi finally had nothing to give, he turned around and ran out.

After arranging everything, Lu Xianzhi leaned against the wall with a pale face, feeling a severe headache. Only then did he realize that his back had been soaked in cold sweat.
Chapter completed!