Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

They stepped over the groaning corpses of soldiers on the ground and the blood-stained bodies of their fellow villagers, just hoping to get out alive!

On the wasteland outside the west gate, a group of people stumbled out, like hares torn to pieces by hounds.

Everyone was injured to varying degrees, and the bloodstains were shocking in the firelight.

Some people lost the things they had snatched back, some were dragged away with a limp, and some carried their silent fellow villagers on their backs.

Zhang Tiechui was the last one to fall out. He had dropped the anvil in his hand at some point. Half a broken crossbow shaft was stuck in his shoulder, and his linen clothes were soaked with blood.

The two shadows of Tongbao Pavilion merged into the darkness again like sheathed swords, as if they had never appeared.

Only the increasingly fierce firelight in the warehouse stretched their disheveled figures long and distorted, casting them onto the cold city wall.

"Go, don't stop..."

Zhang Tiechui coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, his eyes fixed on the completely sealed gap in the warehouse, and the growing fire and shouts inside.

"Return to the city, hide your weapons, hide deep! Our fire will not be burned in vain..."

His voice was carried away by the night wind and fell on the ruins of the government warehouse behind him, which was burning like a bright beacon, like a blood-soaked curse.

In the county town, countless families were awakened and lit their lamps.

Countless pairs of eyes looked in horror at the fire at Ximen that lit up half the sky red.

A heart-wrenching news spread rapidly in the shadows like a cold poisonous snake.

The imperial court’s heavy military stores were burned and looted by ferocious bandits who came from nowhere!

The flames from the official warehouse at the west gate of Linjiang County shot through the silent night sky of Shenmu Kingdom like a bloody dagger.

The news spread wildly in the trembling sound of the night watchman's clapper, the evasive eyes of the peddler, and the sweat-soaked secret letters at the post station.

"I don't know where they came from, but the peasants burned down the imperial warehouse and stole the anvil and spinning wheel!"

The news of their rebellion spread rapidly as if it had wings. During this period, Sun Jinshan also helped to publicize it in newspapers.

The effect was huge because many people originally did not dare to take action.

After all, the other party is from the imperial court. Once the professor loves them, he will inevitably suffer extremely heavy attacks.

By then, a lot of people will die.

It is precisely for this reason that many people can only choose to accept their fate.

But even in such a situation, there was a group of people who were willing to stand up and set an example.

After this news came out, it naturally resonated with many people.

Looking at the newspaper in my hand, I also had some different thoughts in my mind.

At Heishizhai, 800 miles away from Linjiang, the salt workers were silently huddled around a cracked iron pot used to boil salt.

The edge of the pot was still stained with brine that had splashed out when the soldiers smashed the site last night, like scabby tear marks.

"The rules for Du Zi's salt permit have been changed. You must use the official iron pot to boil salt. Otherwise, it will be considered as illegal salt production and you will be executed!"

The old salt worker Zhao Si kicked the cold stove with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"But the official price of this pot is three times higher than the black market price. How can we afford it?"

His words quickly resonated with the people around him. Everyone felt that such a request was too excessive, but there was no way to solve it.

According to the other party's requirements, they would get nothing even if they worked themselves to death.

Even the court's requirements could not be fulfilled.

Just at this time.

A lame boy emerged from the crowd and shook out a piece of indigo-stained linen from his arms.

"Zhang Tiechui from Linjiang brought his men back the confiscated dye vat! If they can take it, why can't we?"

On the cloth was a simple diagram drawn with burnt charcoal, showing the low wall of the corner tower of the official salt transfer warehouse, and two intersecting dotted lines marking the drainage culvert.

That was an unknown gift that the shadow from Tongbao Pavilion gave to the young salt seller during the chaos.

After hearing these words, many workers who had complaints in their hearts were all moved.

You know, what they need now is actually a fire. As long as this fire can ignite everyone, they will naturally do it. Many people whispered to each other while doing it.

The old salt worker Zhao Si who had just spoken also showed a look of determination on his face.

"I thought none of you had read that newspaper."

"Who said they haven't seen it? Yesterday when I went to have tea there, I heard the tea doctor say that they had recovered quite a lot of things, and the imperial court hasn't been able to get them back yet."

"This is how things should be done. If everything can be done, and people everywhere seize things, how can the court possibly arrest everyone?"

"That's right, the law cannot punish everyone."

"How about we try it today?"

"Of course we have to go. Anyone who doesn't go is a grandson."

That night, thirty salt workers carried bundles of bamboo salt shovels, which were farm tools used to stir brine.

The tip rubbed against the grindstone, leaving a sharp white edge.

They slithered like geckos along the gullies of the loess soil unique to northern Shanxi. The entrance to the culvert was blocked by three iron bars, but this was no problem for the salt workers who had been dealing with iron tools for generations.

Several people took off the leather bags around their waists and poured the brine left over from boiling salt onto the iron fence. The highly concentrated salt water accelerated the erosion of the rust, and then they used salt shovels to pry the fence open, causing it to burst open.

Piled up like mountains in the warehouse were hundreds of confiscated iron pots for boiling salt!

"Brothers, grab...ah!"

The moment Zhao Si saw these iron pots, a look of madness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

This situation made everyone very excited, as they were originally going to come back here to steal things.

And now they see these things that originally belonged to them being placed here and are of no use at all.

Everyone was angry, and their anger was mixed with anticipation.

As long as they can get all these things back, they will be able to eat their fill again.

Everyone's eyes turned red when they thought of this.

They rushed towards the officers and soldiers stationed here with weapons in hand.

There are not many officers and soldiers left in the warehouse here, because many of the surrounding officers and soldiers have gone to the county town to suppress the rebellion.

Without any hindrance, they quickly killed the garrison officers and soldiers.

No one in the chaotic crowd noticed that there were several people with extremely strong skills in this group, who were helping them to deal with the officers and soldiers.

These people are the secret guards arranged in advance by Zhang Tongbao Pavilion.

They blended into the crowd and, with their powerful strength, made it much easier to judge these people.

If it weren't for these people, their casualties would have been several times higher.

But since the secret guards joined in and secretly helped them.

Their death toll was kept in single digits.

After they achieved success, the news was quickly passed back to Tongbao Pavilion. At this time, Tongbao Pavilion had received good news from all directions.