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Chapter 166 Red Eye Disease

"Fuck you, these peasants are really not afraid of death."

Xiaodao Zha's buttocks cursed and thrust the sword in his hand into the ground. He stood among the corpses and looked around.

Around him, dozens of players from the Mountain Tiger Regiment looked almost the same as Xiaodao, all covered in blood.

This battle was a bit confusing for Xiaodao and his friends.

Xiaodao knew about the existence of Wallace's rebels. They were so powerful that the entire rural area around Oncandra was affected. If the player didn't know anything about it, then he would be deaf and blind.

It's just that the rebels seemed a little too divided. Xiaodao also contacted and incorporated several groups of peasant armies under the banner of Wallace. However, they didn't know each other, let alone any superior-subordinate relationship. They couldn't even tell who Wallace was.

So why use the Wallace banner?
The peasants are not stupid. They all know that rebellion will result in death. If they raise the banner of Wallace, when the nobles want to kill someone, they will definitely look for Wallace!
When the time comes, they will throw away their flags, bury their weapons underground, and become ordinary farmers again. As long as no one betrays them, the masters will definitely not be able to figure out the specific inside story.

So, Xiaodao and his brothers escorted a caravan to the edge of Oncandra, intending to find an open space to set up camp so that they could collect accommodation fees from the players who came later. That's when they encountered this group of people wearing non-uniform clothing, chain mail, and holding swords and spears. Although they also held Wallace's blue flag.

But are they really Wallace's rebels, or are they bandits from the mountain who came here to take advantage of the situation?
This group of enemies, also holding blue flags, outnumber the players and are not afraid of death, but the players are even less afraid of death and better at fighting than them. Moreover, the former rush forward in a chaotic manner without any formation, so they cannot make use of their numerical advantage at all.

This gave Xiaodao an opportunity to launch a counterattack, resulting in a local one-on-one situation. In two or three strokes, the player killed nearly two hundred people and defeated the rebel army of nearly five hundred people.

"What should we do now?"

"What else can we do? Clean up the battlefield... Damn, we didn't take any prisoners. You're so ruthless! What the hell are you doing cleaning up? Go!"

Xiaodao raised his hand and pointed at Oncandra in the distance. His good eyesight allowed him to see that there were quite a few people outside the city wall, probably from the edge of a building complex like a slum, peeking in here.

"Come on, go find some people to remove the bodies here... If you don't want to come, just arrest them. Damn it, so many people have died here, do you really want to do it yourself? What a hassle."

For some reason, Xiaodao was in a rather irritable mood, so much so that he tended to be rough when doing things.

The player who was named looked back at the others and shrugged his shoulders... The team leader was obviously in a bad mood and was talking nonsense.

But what he said did make sense. There was ketchup all over the floor, and he was in such a hurry when he ran from Dora Town that he didn't bring his own NPC auxiliary soldiers with him.

"Okay, then I'll go get a cart of food and take a few brothers with me."

"Go quickly, go quickly."

Xiaodao sat down on the ground, looked at Ancandra, and began to sigh.

In fact, Xiaodao was not against fighting. He even welcomed the sudden attack. Therefore, his anger was not caused by the attack of Wallace's rebels, but for other reasons.

An hour ago, Xiaodao learned from a spy that Home Alone had made a fortune... He had raised the banner of Wallace's Rebellion and ambushed a group of foolish men who hadn't even sent scouts in an unknown canyon dozens of kilometers away on the other side of Oncandra. The battle went smoothly, and afterward, they discovered that these men were a wealthy bunch. The wagons in the group were loaded with gold, silver, and jewelry, and there were also a large number of pack horses carrying food. It was a complete windfall, a direct hit.

This is the main reason why Xiaodao is so angry now, no doubt about it.

The more Xiaodao thought about it, the angrier he became. His fists clenched until they made a creaking sound, as if he could crush the stone in his hands. He stared at Oncandra in the distance, his eyes filled with resentment and jealousy.

The guy in Home Alone always looks happy and carefree, but he didn't expect that he could pick up such a big bargain this time and make a fortune.

But here I was, struggling with a bunch of messy peasant soldiers, and I didn't even get a prisoner. I was so unlucky.

This means that I am not afraid of my brothers’ hardship, but I am afraid that my brothers will drive a Land Rover!
Damn it!
"Boss, we are back."

A player's voice interrupted his thoughts. Xiaodao looked up and saw several players running back laughing, followed by a group of shivering poor people.

Most of these poor people are old, weak, sick and disabled, and were obviously forcibly dragged here from the slums outside the city by the players.

They looked at the corpses all over the ground with expressions of horror and fear on their faces, but they held on to the pancakes and bread in their hands tightly and chewed and ate them. Even though the smell at the scene was very unpleasant, it did not slow them down at all.

It was obvious that these NPCs were extremely hungry.

Xiaodao frowned and looked at these people for a while.

"Why are there so many people here? You guys won't draw blood, will you? I told you to arrest people, not to kill people!"

"No, sir, nothing like that."

One player waved his hand.

"We're not fools. If we kill neutral civilians, we'll lose reputation. We just dragged a cart of bread and flatbread over there, told them to come over and work, and we'll give them food, and then they came over."

Xiaodao looked back suspiciously at the NPCs in tattered clothes and confirmed that although their clothes were indecent, dirty and torn, they did not have any obvious wounds and no blood.

Seeing this, Xiaodao didn't care anymore and waved his hand.

"Then go get all our rations and give them to them. Tell them to bury the bodies quickly and stop the place from getting stinky. I'm thinking of opening a campground here and earning money from other people's accommodation fees. We can't let it get dirty."

"Oh."

Xiaodao waved his hand impatiently, then turned his head and continued to stare blankly in the direction of Oncandra. He was thinking that if Home Alone got rich this time, he would definitely show off on the forum. If he was outdone by him then, it would be too embarrassing.

So what should I do to suppress his limelight?
(End of this chapter)