All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 162 Public Trial of Boxers (Getting Ready to Kill, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)
When Zhu Yu arrived with the seventy-three members of Kanmen and Li Yan, they were completely stunned.

The entire shack area, which served as one of the dining areas for the Boxers, now had over a hundred people lying on the ground!

"Tai Sui Ye!"

Li Yan ran to Ji Ran's side immediately.

"Master, what's going on?"

Zhu Yu followed closely behind and came up.

Ji Ran stood in front of the shack and briefly explained the situation.

Then, he instructed Li Yan to follow the others and take ropes to tie people up as instructed.

"Brother Xie has gone to greet the people as you requested. But I reckon that upon hearing this strange order, many other Boxers will also come over."

"Just right."

Ji Ran nodded and said calmly, "I still think these hundred-plus people are not enough."

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Zhu Yu frowned slightly upon hearing Ji Ran's words, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Public trial of Boxers."

"A public...public trial?"

Zhu Yu was taken aback and asked, "How do we conduct the interrogation?"

“Tie these people up and let the people point out whether they committed any crimes such as rape, robbery, murder, or theft during their time in the village.”

"If so, execute him immediately."

Qin Pu, who had come along, trembled and said, "Brother Ji, isn't this action going too far?"

She immediately explained, "I'm not saying those people shouldn't have died, but right now, at least ten or twenty thousand Boxers have gathered in Baihekou. With so many people occupying the nearby villages and without any control, there must be quite a few who commit crimes."

"If things get chaotic..."

"Then kill!"

Zhu Yu, standing to the side, nodded in agreement, saying, "I've also seen and heard a little about what the Boxers are like these days."

His sharp eyes looked at Ji Ran: "When our Big Sword Society rose up, not everyone was of unwavering will, but there was absolutely no one among us who would plunder or persecute the people!"

"The Boxers who turn their knives on their own people have forgotten why they became Boxers in the first place!"

"You can't win a battle by relying on people like them."

"To cure accumulated toxins, one must scrape the bone!"

Zhu Yu raised his hands together and swung them down as if to chop!
"Punish as many of these people as possible!"

Ji Ran shook his head as he listened to their conversation.

He looked at the table behind him, where the old man was staring at the porridge in front of him, letting it slowly cool down without daring to touch it with his chopsticks.

His timid gaze fell on the Boxers on the ground and on the quartermaster not far away; he simply sat there, restrained.

The old man, though sitting in a chair, appeared to be three feet shorter than the Boxer lying on the ground.

"Do not."

"What I want is not just to punish the scum among the Boxers."

Ji Ran looked at the two people in front of her. Qin Pu and Zhu Yu had both studied abroad.

"Wishing you well."

"Ok?"

Do you remember when I was in the temple by the Haihe River, asking who would decide my future?

Zhu Yu was taken aback, and the image of the shimmering light and shadows in the temple courtyard, with its golden tiles, came to mind.

He looked into Ji Ran's eyes and said, "The people."

Ji Ran nodded and said, "I want to open a civil rights movement."

"Let all the common people and those kneeling in the world understand that they are equal to those masters in high-ranking mansions, officials in government offices, soldiers wielding knives and cannons, and even foreigners on steel ships and warships."

No one is more noble than anyone else; everyone is equal.

"Let them understand that when they encounter injustice and torment, they should speak out and fight back, instead of waiting to die!"

Qin Pu's eyes lit up, and he said, "Brother Ji, do you want to start a revolution?"

"Yes."

Zhu Yu frowned slightly and said, "It's too early."

"not early."

Ji Ran looked at the people who were tied up by the Kanmen members of the Big Knife Society and pushed in front of him, his eyes flashing with a sharp edge.

He didn't reveal too much at once. The ignorant masses couldn't understand, nor could they comprehend. What he needed was to plant the seeds.

Starting with civil rights, it gradually eroded and eventually swallowed up the entire foundation of feudal ethics.

Zhu Yu took a deep breath and said, "From now on, many people will die."

"Reforms in every country have been achieved through bloodshed."

Ji Ran's voice was calm: "If a nation wants to awaken, it must pay a bloody price. The blood of the battlefield, the blood of the execution ground, the blood of the heroic, the blood of the wronged!"

"The nation is like a great tree; only when its people are willing to water it with their blood can it grow strong, towering, and continue to thrive!"

"Without this bloodbath, it would be impossible to shake people's hearts and shatter their ignorance!"

Ji Ran looked into the distance, where some commoners were already cautiously peeking out. Many were holding bowls, watching this side carefully, not daring to come closer. "Zhu Yu, call twenty men with knives to supervise the execution."

"it is good."

Hearing Ji Ran's words, Zhu Yu felt a little more at ease and immediately began to carry out his instructions.

"Qin Pu, tell the rest of you to bring the large pot of porridge to the front and serve it to the people!"

"it is good!"

After the two left, the hundred or so Boxers, bound and kneeling behind them, formed a dense mass in the street!
The common people stared in astonishment, wondering why these Boxer leaders were all tied up and kneeling on the ground.

By this time, some of the Boxers had already woken up. But looking at the figure in front of them, they all shrank back like quails, trembling slightly and afraid to make a sound.

The sharp, knife-like aura that had been pressing down on them instilled in them an indescribable fear of the tall, imposing figure before them.

The quartermaster, dressed in a green military uniform, helped carry a pot to the front, then quietly tiptoed away, trying to slip away peacefully.

Ji Ran's words just now made no attempt to hide anything.

He heard everything, though he didn't quite understand it.

But he deciphered four words from this wicked star's words—blood flowed like a river!
Oh, my ancestors!
Is he a Boxer or not?

If these Boxers are provoked, what wouldn't they do? How many villages and towns have been massacred by them?
He's a seventh-rank official whose very spirit has been worn away; he'd probably die if he stayed here!

"This lord."

Just as the quartermaster was about to push his way into the crowd, he heard a steady, clear voice behind him.

"Please stay here and keep watch over the people and distribute the porridge."

Bitter!

He turned to look at Ji Ran, and could only manage a wry smile, nodding repeatedly. He certainly didn't dare offend this ruthless star.

Even if someone manages to withstand the murderous intent, those with weak minds will still feel fear when they see Ji Ran again.

Ji Ran didn't have any other thoughts; it was only because there was a seventh-rank military quartermaster distributing porridge that the people dared to drink it.

"Brother Wang!"

Suddenly, a burly Boxer, carrying a red-tasseled spear, leaped out of the crowd!
"Who tied you up! You bullied my Chenzitan! Are all the people in Langshan dead?!"

"Liu San! Is he dead or just unconscious? Who the hell did this?!"

"In the bloody battle of Chouzitan Langshan, two hundred brothers died! Now they are tied up here, treated like criminals?"

"You son of a bitch! This isn't over until you give me an explanation!"

Bang!
The first Boxer to enter had a full beard and a burly build. He flicked his red tassel and headed towards his men's positions!

Whoosh!
A whooshing sound came hurtling towards his face!

The man's eyes flickered, and he stomped his feet hard on the ground!

boom!
He took a four-step stance, gripped the butt of the spear with his right hand, and unleashed a powerful Tiger Tail Spear strike!

The silver spearhead resembled a red-maned lion, leaving a trail of afterimages in mid-air!
when!
A loud clang of metal clashing rang out!

A streak of grayish-white light swirled and shot towards us again!

Before the man could stop, he reacted swiftly, whipping out a spinning spear flower with his yin-yang grip!

Click!

But the incoming white light was too sharp! In a single strike, it snapped the white wax spear shaft in two!

Bang bang bang!
The man, clutching the broken spear, staggered backward. When he stopped, a sharp, long spike hovered silently between his eyebrows!

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, a strong sense of threat making him dare not make a sound with his hands!
Those boxers who were about to make a move hesitated upon seeing this scene, and for a moment did not dare to move forward.

"Who are you!"

"What exactly do you want to do!"

He glared at Ji Ran, his voice filled with anger! He questioned her sharply and sternly!
The man had his back to me, but the aura that drew in the sharp spikes was right there on him!
At this moment, a large number of people rushed over. However, there were no able-bodied men to be seen; only the elderly, women, and children remained.

They were all poorly clothed, pale and emaciated.

Many boxers also came after hearing the news. Although no one dared to attack for the time being, they kept hurling insults and shouting.

Ji Ran ignored him. He simply took out a huge flagpole from his storage space and then took out the Renzi flag.

This is what Old Man Hong brought back after the village collected the body.

Ji Ran stroked the flag, which now had some bloodstains and a knife mark on it.

He hung the flag up, then suddenly raised it upright, grabbed the flagpole with his right hand, and slammed it down!
boom!
Yellow dust flew everywhere, and the black and red flag was tattered and fluttering!
moment!

The clamor of the Boxers seemed to have been muted instantly, falling silent in a flash. Even if someone wanted to say something, they were pulled back by those around them!

The burly man with the thick beard, who had been looking fierce and indignant, was suddenly taken aback, then turned pale, and the fierce look in his eyes vanished completely!
"Grandpa Tai Sui!"

All the Boxers who participated in the Battle of Langshan may not have seen the face of the Grand Duke, but they must have seen the fierce Renzi banner, which stood alone amidst the blood and fire, carrying the cannon fire like an angry lion!
You must have seen it: that tall figure amidst the raging flames, stepping over layers of charred bones, walking out into the blood-red sun!

Ji Ran slowly turned around.

The hundreds of Boxers, densely packed together, and those who came from behind after seeing the flag and hearing the news, did not dare to make a sound under this flag.

Li Yan, who was overseeing the execution from the rear, had a fanatical expression on his face!
He felt as if he had returned to the battlefield of Langshan! As he looked at Tai Sui Ye, none of the clamoring Boxers dared to meet his gaze!

The sky was bright and clear.

One man, one flag, suppressing even the hero from raising his head.

(End of this chapter)