Two days ago, Han Xiaopeng had only been exposed to a weapon of murder in his life. There was only a spear two ends taller than him in his hand. It was said to be a spear, but it was actually very rough. The rod of the fir is not painted, white wood, and an iron tip of more than four inches long.

It was such a simple weapon that gave Han Xiaopeng great courage. He held the gun tightly with both hands and rushed towards the valley step by step. In front of him, countless wealthy slave thugs were running around. These guys who usually oppress the people and do evil things were even worse than the people when facing stronger opponents.

Like chickens and ducks, they ran around wildly, and some even knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. Seeing these guys, Han Xiaopeng suddenly felt very strange. Was he just bullied by such a group of people? What are they worth fearing?

While he was thinking about it, a Haonu suddenly rushed over here, holding a steel knife in his hand. Han Xiaopeng suddenly had a cruel smile on his lips.

"kill!"

The spear was stumbled out, and the rich slave did not expect that the refugees would really dare to attack him. The gun stabbed him in the chest and penetrated more than two inches deep, and blood rushed out suddenly.

"Little bastard, I'll kill you!"

Haonu waved his knife hard, cut off the gun bar in one go, raised the knife, and slashed it hard. However, even without the gun head, Han Xiaopeng still had a piece of gun bar more than two meters long in his hand, and he didn't know where the force was pouring out. Han Xiaopeng shouted even more vigorously: "Kill!"

The gun rod pierced into Haonu's stomach again. Han Xiaopeng used all his strength to rush forward suddenly. The gun rod pierced into Haonu's stomach one by one, and blood rushed out of the stomach.

This guy is still very strong in his life. He grabbed the gun with his hands tightly. Just when the two of them were in a stalemate, the refugees behind him had already rushed up.

Seeing this scene, more young and strong eyes were red and red. Without hesitation, the spear in his hand was stabbed out, and the chest of the Haonu was sieve.

There were scenes like this everywhere around the valley. The newly armed refugees were in groups of three or five, even dozens or hundreds, desperately chasing the rich slave thugs.

Yue Polu was disdainful to kill these miscellaneous people. After they were dispersed, they shouted the cavalry to retreat to the outside patrol to prevent the thugs from escaping. The real battlefield was left to the refugees.

At first, everyone was worried about whether the refugees could deal with these wealthy slaves, but they quickly became relieved. These landlord armed forces were not much better than farmers. Most of them were rascals and gangsters. These people usually whine and look very arrogant.

But when they really started to fight and fought hard, they were not as fierce as those farmers like old oxes. They were desperate. Soon, the bodies of the robbers of the thugs were everywhere in the mountains and fields. These refugees were like angry old oxes. Not only did they kill these guys, they also chopped up their bodies and stomped them, leaving a pool of dark red on the ground.

The senior high school senior had a few people and wanted to escape, but after not taking a few steps, a refugee boy suddenly threw the spear in his hand. Although the boy was thin, his strength was not bad. He stabbed his shot into the horse's belly, and the senior high school senior had his men and horses to the ground.

The refugees behind came up. Dozens of guns were stabbed, and the senior high school senior was covered with candied haws.

Only Gao Jue was still struggling to death. The guy held a machete and rushed out desperately with the last desperate.

"Get out of the humble things!"

The machete passed, and the two spears were cut off. Gao Jue took the opportunity to rush out, but the two Haonu beside him were stabbed by the spear and fell to the ground. A scream like a pig was killed by the refugees.

Gao Jue was alone and ran forward. At this moment, he felt that there were refugees in front of him, spears in front of him, and there was no way out. In a blink of an eye, he had changed from a hunter who dominated life and death to prey, just like this valley was the biggest trap.

He climbed to the edge of the valley, where there were thick rocks. Gao Jue climbed up desperately. But suddenly a stone under his feet became loose and could not bear his weight at all. Gao Jue fell into the pile of stones, his head, arms, and back were covered with scars.

This guy tried hard and wanted to get up. But next to him, a young woman suddenly got up. She was one of the refugees who had just lured Gao Jue in. Three or five noble slaves caught her and were about to take action, but An Guojun happened to kill him, and the woman escaped by chance.

Never underestimate the power of hatred, especially the hatred of a woman. The woman lay on the ground and climbed up for a while. She happened to see Gao Jue falling down from the hillside.

She gritted her teeth and climbed up from the ground, picked up a stone weighing twenty or thirty kilograms, and took a few steps to Gao Jue. The woman smashed the stone hard at Gao Jue's head.

Gao Jue was still struggling to get up, but in the end he just hit the front. His nose collapsed, his lips rotted, and his front teeth were even smashed. The most serious thing was a sharp part, which was just in the eyes of Gao Jue.

Without a single eye, the pain was simply unbearable. Gao Jue rolled in pain on the ground, and the woman was also frightened by the tragic phenomenon in front of her and could not move.

Just then another girl ran over, and she was holding a steel knife in her hand.

"Sister, what's wrong with you!"

The girl ran over and happened to see Gao Jue rolling back and forth. She suddenly seized the opportunity and stabbed the steel knife into Gao Jue's chest. I'm afraid that the Gao Master would not have thought that he would die in the hands of two women.

After a bloody battle, all three or four hundred noble slaves brought out by Gao Jue were annihilated, and the main force who killed the noble slaves were these refugees who looked like lambs.

Gu Zhenhua kept watching from a distance with people, but did not really take action.

Seeing that the battle was over, Gu Zhenhua looked at Zhu Chenghai and others who were with him, and said with a smile: "Dear land officers, what do you think?"

Bi Yuanzhen, who performed well in the internship, said first: "Your Majesty, the powerful slaughtered the people, should be dealt with, but the handling should be handed over to the government for the sanctions of the ruling of the law. It is probably inappropriate to let refugees kill people."

"What do you think is wrong?"

"I believe that there are three points. First, letting refugees take action will arouse their fierceness and will be more difficult to tame in the future. The second year, although the gentry was guilty, they had a strong influence after all, and they must be convinced, otherwise it would cause a rebound. Third, such a cruel killing will probably cause upward and downward results. If refugees from all over the country rush to follow suit, wouldn't it be a recurrence of the thief's disaster?"

Gu Zhenhua ignored it and looked at Zhu Chenghai next to him, and said with a smile: "What do you think?"

"I have reported to the Duke of the State, Bei Zhi can only be described in four words: shocking! I have heard of the powerful and cruelty to the people, but Bei Zhi never thought that they could gather hundreds of troops to massacre the unarmed people. Hu Zhi said bluntly that this is not a gentry at all, but a bandit, a traitor!"

Gu Zhenhua smiled slightly, "That's right. Most of the people who can afford to read are wealthy families, and the worst is that they have a well-off family. You have some sympathy for the gentry and landlords. I understand it very well. But I want to tell you that in the land of Henan, after more than ten years of war, the landlords who abide by the law have long been killed. The rest are all disasters of both bandits and people. These people usually harm the people and make money from the national crisis. No matter who gets power, they will take the initiative to post it. For such fence-bearing and such cancer, I will never be ruthless. I will have to clean up and give the people of Henan a bright world!"

Gu Zhenhua glanced sharply at everyone, and then said, "Everyone may be worried that these refugees will become barbaric, become powerful, and become difficult to manage. This is true for everything. If there are no strong people, how can they fight against the brutal Tartars! You military officials are not against the people, but help the people speak and fight for better days for them. Do everything according to the law, and the people will not make things difficult for you, otherwise the Anguo Army will be your backing. On the contrary, I will also warn you that these people who dare to kill are not easy to manage!"

The administration of the government in the late Ming Dynasty was very collapsed. The officials regarded the people as grass and exploited and killed them at will. Gu Zhenhua's tourmaline wanted to teach these incoming military farm officials a vivid lesson, so that they knew that the people were not easy to bully.

"Mr. Grandpa, it is challenging to manage." Qin Shixiao suddenly said: "As long as you really help the people think about it, I don't believe that they can still be ungrateful."

"Hahaha, you all have to be prepared. This group of refugees will be assigned to you. We will try to build the farm as soon as possible! It is a mule or a horse, and it is time for you to show your skills."

After Gu Zhenhua finished speaking, he activated his war horse and ran towards the valley. At this time, the thugs' bodies had been dragged together and were ready to burn them. The slaughtered people were also rescued and gathered in a group of fear.

"Dear fellow villagers, I am the Duke of Ji Guo, Gu Zhenhua!"

When he heard this, a hint of joy finally appeared in the eyes of the refugees, and some people even knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

"Thank you for helping your life. Your grandfather is really the Grand Master Qingtian!"

"No need for this. When I arrived in Kaifeng, I wanted to build a farm so that everyone could have a way out. Don't worry, my life will only get better and better in the future!"

After hearing Gu Zhenhua's words, the refugees finally smiled. At this moment, two women suddenly squeezed out of the team and knelt in front of Gu Zhenhua.

"The little woman pays homage to Duke Ji. My sisters want to join the army, so I ask the Duke to fulfill his wish!"
Chapter completed!