Female special forces soldiers in ancient times

In Taohuajiang County, on a dilapidated official road that has been neglected for many years,

The refugees moved slowly like ants, their bodies hunched over.

His face was ashen, and his tattered clothes fluttered in the biting wind.

Yet it was difficult to resist the bone-chilling cold.

The baby in swaddling clothes cried weakly and hoarsely.

Like a candle flame about to burn out, it flickers uncertainly in the wind;

The very old man, frail and frail, coughed violently with every step he took.

The cough sounded like it was being squeezed out from the deepest part of the chest.

The despair of impending death lingered in the deathly silence.

Along the roadside, corpses lay scattered about, unclaimed.

They either had their mouths wide open, as if expressing their dissatisfaction with the state of the world;

Or their eyes are wide open, their empty gaze still reflecting the fear and despair they felt in life.

Stray dogs lingered nearby; they were thin and bony, their fur disheveled.

Hunger and greed gleamed in his blood-red eyes.

It would occasionally approach the corpse and let out a low growl.

The cruelty and desolation of a chaotic world are vividly displayed at this moment.

The rapid sound of horses' hooves suddenly broke the suffocating silence.

A group of people riding fast horses came galloping towards them like a whirlwind.

The leader of the bandits was a bald man, and he was tall and strong.

Like a majestic mountain peak, with a full beard,

Like overgrown weeds, they spread wildly and unrestrainedly.

A pair of bright, piercing eyes, sometimes revealing a free spirit and a boldness.

At times, it would flash with a cunning light.

The bald leader abruptly pulled on the reins in front of the refugees, and the horse reared up high.

It let out a screech, and the dust it kicked up instantly enveloped him.

It was as if a mysterious messenger had descended from the heavens.

"Folks!"

The bald leader shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice booming like a bell.

"Look at the state of the world! The borders are engulfed in flames of war!"

The flames of war burned fiercely, extinguishing the peace and hope of the people;

Meanwhile, the powerful figures in the imperial court only engaged in power struggles and infighting within the court.

Has anyone ever cared about the lives of us poor people?

We toil in the fields, facing the earth and turning our backs to the sky, working hard to grow the grain...

They were all plundered by those corrupt officials like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey!

We toil away, only to starve to death on the streets.

The tragic fate of being left to rot in the wilderness!

An commotion instantly erupted in the crowd.

It was like a huge rock being thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Someone muttered curses under their breath, their curses filled with anger and helplessness at the injustice of the world.

Some people silently shed tears, the tears sliding down their wrinkled cheeks.

It dripped onto the parched earth.

They vanished without a trace in an instant, as if they had never existed.

The resentment and grievances that had been building up in their hearts for so long

Like a powder keg that had been ignited, it exploded completely at that moment.

Upon seeing this, a barely perceptible hint of smugness flashed in the bald leader's eyes.

Just like a cunning fox, it successfully captured its prey.

He continued passionately, "Although we have become outlaws..."

But they never rob poor people.

We only robbed those wealthy and heartless tycoons.

They lived extravagantly, possessing mountains of gold and silver, yet they turned a blind eye to the lives of ordinary people.

We robbed those government officials who were exploiting the people.

They use the guise of working for the well-being of the people, but in reality, they are enriching themselves!

Where I live, everyone has food to eat.

"We have a place to live, we won't starve to death anymore, and we won't be bullied anymore!"

At this moment, a young man stepped forward from the crowd.

"Grandpa, is it really as good as you say?"

His voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of doubt.

Yet, there was also a hint of anticipation.

The bald leader laughed heartily, his laughter both cheerful and unrestrained.

"Brother, you can rest assured, I always keep my word!"

Just a few days ago, we robbed the grain carts of a landlord in the east of the city.

All the grain was distributed to the local people.

"As long as you stay with me, you'll have a good life from now on!"

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their hearts slowly tipping in favor of the bald leader.

In fact, all the money and food he had was obtained by robbing and plundering other places.

Recently, he made a considerable windfall in another county.

While the local villagers were locked in a fierce battle with the bandits, they carried out a double-cross.

Just then, several more bandits hurriedly arrived in a horse-drawn cart.

The cart was loaded with food and clothing.

The bald leader waved his hand and shouted, "Fellow villagers!"

This is what we stole, and we're sharing it with everyone today!

Those who are willing to come up the mountain with me, after we've eaten and drunk our fill, we'll rise up together to rebel against this cannibalistic world!

Looking at the white rice and flour, and the thick cotton-padded clothes,

The last vestige of concern in the hearts of the people has completely dissipated.

They all knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude, shouting that they wanted to follow the bald leader.

For a moment, cries, shouts, and words of thanks mingled together.

Like a stirring symphony, countless withered hands reached out towards the carriage.

It was as if those were not food and clothing, but their last hope for survival.

Once everyone had calmed down a bit, the bald leader cleared his throat.

His expression turned serious, like that of a general about to go into battle.

His gaze was firm and resolute: "Fellow villagers,"

Although we have a way to survive for the time being, it is far from enough.

In this world, suffering is everywhere, and we cannot hide in the mountains forever.

The best way is to go to the capital!

These words caused another uproar among the crowd.

Some people looked fearful; the capital city, that's right under the emperor's nose.

Majestic and mysterious, it makes people hesitate to approach;

Some people looked puzzled, not understanding why they should go to that seemingly distant place.

"Everyone, please listen to me first,"

The bald leader explained patiently, his voice steady and powerful.

"The capital city is right under the emperor's nose, and on the surface it appears prosperous and peaceful."

Beneath the surface of peace and prosperity lies a hidden filth and turmoil.

Those powerful and wealthy people indulged in extravagant and decadent lifestyles in the capital.

But they didn't care about the lives of ordinary people.

We'll go to the capital, firstly to find an opportunity to expose their crimes.

Let the emperor know the suffering of the people.

Perhaps this can help us, the suffering people, to get justice.

Secondly, the capital city has a large population and abundant grain and wealth.

We can try to find some food on the way so we don't starve.

"But the capital is heavily guarded. How can so many of us get in?"

An old man asked with a worried expression, his voice trembling.

Bearing the marks of time and the fear of the unknown.

The bald leader sneered, his smile filled with disdain and confidence:

"What are you afraid of? There's strength in numbers!"

As long as we work together, we can take down any small groups of bandits we encounter along the way.

When they encountered wealthy families, they would rob the rich to help the poor.

As long as we work together, there's no obstacle we can't overcome!

His eyes were determined, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Some people in the crowd began to nod, their eyes shining with hope;

Some people are still hesitant, their hearts filled with struggle.

At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped forward and said loudly:

"I'll go with you! In this world, we're all going to die anyway, so we might as well take a gamble!"

His voice was firm and powerful, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts.

Incited by Zhao Meng, the people's passion was reignited.

They clenched their fists, their eyes gleaming with determination.

They looked like a group of warriors about to go to the battlefield.

Seeing that everyone had taken the bait, the bald leader's lips curled up, and he felt a surge of joy.

Hehe, I've finally completed the task assigned by the He family.