The fire is burning!

The rolling smoke filled several miles, and even if it was dozens of miles apart, it could be seen clearly. When those who escaped from Shengjing by chance turned back at the smoke pillars in Shengjing City in horror, they also brought the news that the Ming army had captured Shengjing outside the city. After the initial surprise, the surprise turned into a surprise. For a moment, the villages around the city immediately became a boiling ocean.

After learning that the Ming army captured Shengjing, all the oppressed monks picked up hoes and iron forks as weapons, chopped them at the heads of the villages and prepared for the imperial guards. In addition to forcing the Han people in their ruling areas to shave their hair and change their clothes, they also turned them into slavery, and were assigned to Jurchen families as servants, or into farms as serfs. Those who became serfs were not only cruelly exploited, engaged in heavy labor, but also had no personal freedom, and even their wives and daughters were insulted.

In the past few decades, these Zhuang Dings have suffered so many sins. They have planted many blood and tears in their hearts. Today, they all burst out. Wei Dafu, who was walking in front of everyone with a hoe, had his eyes red. His eyes were staring at Li Gui, the head of Zhuang Dings, and he stared at him viciously. Several Zhuang Dings holding waist knives in front of him shouted loudly.

"Rebellion, rebellion, Ahas and others rebelled...ah!"

With the hoe hitting the head, the shout stopped abruptly!

When he took back the hoe again, Wei Dafu stared at the people and said.

"Huzi, gobiao, you are all Han people. You have never committed serious crimes. We won't kill you. If you dare to stop it, don't blame Uncle Wei for turning against me!"

With the bloody hoe raised, Wei Dafu stared at them coldly. As he was gazeful, the young young people all threw their swords down and fled home.

"Da, Dafu, I, I usually treat you, but I take care of you a lot, you..."

Before Li Gui finished speaking, Wei Dafu laughed.

"Take care, so I take care of it. Ten years ago, Chunni of my family just turned thirteen years old. You said that my master's family needs someone to serve me and took Chunni over there. He went there alively. In less than a month, he was hanged at Suha's house. Why did Chunni hang herself? Wasn't she still ruined by Suha!"

"Give my family a happy life!"

"Don't talk nonsense to him, kill this old dog!"

"Dong..."

It was like breaking watermelons. When the head was broken by a hoe, it was accompanied by a muffled sound, red and white splashed all over the floor. After smashing Li Gui to death with a hoe, Wei Dafu and the others did not stop, but rushed into the mansion. The once fierce and cruel masters in the room all looked at them in horror. Although these women were holding knives and bows in their hands, they did not dare to open the bows, trembling all over.

"Wei, Wei..."

Before the masters wanted to ask for mercy in stiff Chinese words, the elderly old master, Suha, was pulled out. He was already old and had dizzy eyes. Although he was tall and had no martial spirit at the beginning, he looked at the corpses on the ground in shock and stared at Wei Dafu with his eyes. Then a vicious look burst out from his eyes. Although he was too old to raise his knife, it did not prevent him from cursing them with all the cruelest words in the world.

"You ungrateful Aha, you dare to take the Lord. After you die, you will go to hell and be burned to ashes by the fire..."

Although the elderly would remind Wei Dafu of his father, his father was killed by the Jurchens when he fell in Shenyang decades ago, and his mother was also taken away. Since then, he has died or lived, and has no news again.

As his hand was lifted and his sword fell, Wei Dafu spat on his head viciously as he rolled to the ground.

"Bah! You have today too! Take his head and feed the dog!"

When Wei Dafu shouted like this, the others stared at the heroines and asked.

"Brother Wei, what should we do with these wild ladies?"

"You do whatever you want, but remember after you finish your work..."

Wei Dafu made a gesture and walked out. Then he walked straight to the grave in the ground. This was his daughter's grave, and Chunni was buried under it. Although it was cold and frozen, he still tried his best to build the grave with a hoe. Originally, the graves were round, but the graves of the Han people were square. Not only did the Jurchens let them shave their heads, they even were not allowed to use the square graves of the Han people!

...

This day is the liberation day for the slaves!

It is also the end of the slave owner!

A similar scene was constantly staged in the villages around Shenyang City. Those slaves who were bullied revenge and vented their humiliation over the years. The former masters and their lackeys turned into dead souls under the knife together.

When everything was over, these people put on a big cart and put all the gold, silver, food, clothes and cloth in the village on it. Then they drove the cart and left Zhuangzi with their families. When they left Zhuangzi, they did not forget that a torch had ignited Zhuangzi, who had suffered so much.

For a moment, the sea of ​​fire was slowly drifting around Shenyang City, and smoke columns rose in the snow and ice. The people who were dragging their children and daughters all walked in one direction. Walking towards Shengjing, this scene was like what the Han people in the village did whenever Dongjiang Town went deep into the enemy's back then, freedom! For slaves, they never missed any opportunity to regain freedom!

Of course, they never gave up their desire for freedom!

"Dad, what does the Ming Dynasty King look like?"

Sitting on the ox cart, Wei Nianzong asked curiously. At the age of 18, he had never seen the Ming army before, but had seen the captured Ming army in other villages.

Are those Ming army the royal army the father thinks about every day and night?

"Mr. Wang, it's just people with the same surname as us, who say the same words and have the same surname, they..."

What kind of people are they?

Now Wei Nianzong himself has forgotten it, and even he has forgotten that he himself was a member of the Ming Dynasty's official army - he and many Zhuang Dings in Zhuangzi were once soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, everyone lived in harmony. When did they think that one day those Jurchens would break into Liaodong from outside the wall, burn, kill and loot everywhere like wild animals, and in the end, they turned the living people into their slaves, their animals, and talking animals...

Suddenly, Wei Nianzong remembered that he was also a member of the royal army!

"Actually, your grandfather was also a royal army and an official army of the Ming Dynasty. If we had fought harder and worked harder back then, maybe..."

What happened to Ju Xu? Wei Dafu felt sad and didn't say anything more, but his hand holding the knife tightened...
Chapter completed!