The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

"Traitor, do you want to rebel?!" The officials in the court cried out in fear.

"You have been blessed by the Emperor for generations, how dare you do this!"

"Slap him!" Geng Jimao smiled contemptuously.

"Bang-----Pa!!" The soldiers immediately took a board and hit the official's mouth corner until blood was dripping.

"The Jianzhou Tartars forced my father to death. This is an irreconcilable feud!" he shouted.

"This king obeys the will of heaven and the will of the people."

"From now on!"

"Resurgence!"

Fujian was originally the private land of Jingnan King Geng Jimao.

It wasn't long before the whole of Fujian surrendered to him.

Immediately afterwards, Geng Jimao divided his troops into three groups and marched aggressively towards Zhejiang, Jiangxi and other places.

In a short time, the entire southeastern half of the country fell into his hands.

As a result, most of the southern part of the Qin Dynasty was in ruins and fell into a precarious situation.

It seemed that Dacheng was doomed.

This world is so cruel

When the tiger revealed its wound, all the jackals rushed forward and tore off a piece of flesh from its body.

Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Qianlong were extremely worried about the corruption in the southern half of the country.

He seemed to see with horror the horrifying scene of the Northern Expedition Army crossing the Yangtze River in a mighty force and heading straight for Yanyun in one breath.

At the same time, Shu Yichao was preparing to make a big move in Sichuan.

"Plop!" The last head was also thrown up.

Those eyes that were still open when he died and his terrifying and hideous face seemed to explain the horrific experiences he had in his life.

“So cool!”

Shu Yichao looked at the huge Jingguan in front of him, which was made of more than 100,000 heads, and admired it sincerely.

“It’s spectacular!”

During this period, Shu Yichao did not let the plant army busy attacking.

Instead, they had all their heads chopped off and transported to the plains to build a magnificent giant Jingguan.

Just a glance from a distance, the terrifying aura and the biting coldness of death hit you in the face.

Even the bravest man would tremble in front of this Jingguan.

"Little King of Rebellion.

Shu Yichao said to Li Laiheng proudly.

"How about it, handsome or not?"

"..." Li Laiheng, whose injury had healed a lot, swallowed his saliva.

"The divine power of the Heavenly King."

"I can't wait any longer."

"Hahaha!!" Shu Yichao pointed into the distance.

"hey-hey!!"

"Keep attacking!"

"Next, we..."

[Woo woo] At this time, the aggrieved voice of System 12345 finally emerged.

【Host, didn’t I say that?】

[Does the target have both wealth and good farmland?]

[Why are you——]

Damn, the host is really crazy about killing.

He fired without hesitation, blowing Shi Lanshu to ashes and also knocking all the plans after system 12345 back into his stomach.

"Funny." Shu Yichao was dismissive of the crappy game prompts.

"I have money and land, don't I know how to rob it myself?"

“It’s also convenient and fast.”

"Marriage alliance, is that even worthy enough?"

[Woo]

System 12345 is numb.

Host, do you really like to take rewards for yourself?

So what should I do next?

Just when system 12345 was having a headache about this.

[The presence of the Moe Dynasty royal family has been detected.]

[Do you want to go to the location of this clan?]

[Should we support this royal family member to ascend the throne?]

[If you choose yes, the cohesion of the territory will increase, the population growth rate will increase, the troop expansion rate will increase, the public security will decrease slightly, and the tax revenue will decrease slightly.]

"Huh?" Shu Yichao was slightly stunned.

"Fuck!"

"what's going on?"

“This Buff…”

“It seems okay!”

"Little King of Rebellion." He asked Li Laiheng.

"Is there anyone here with the surname Zhu?"

“......Uh.” Li Laiheng recalled and suddenly realized.

"It seems there is."

"King Han Zhu Jingli is probably not dead yet."

Prison.

“Gululu.

After a while of intestinal gurgling, King Han Zhu Jingli opened his eyes.

In his mind, the crackling sound of the horrific fire, the sound of soldiers hacking at each other, and the splashing sound of blood seemed to still echo in his ears.

Prince of Han Zhu Jingli was the ninth-generation grandson of Prince of Han Xian Zhu Song, the son of Emperor Meng Taizu.

He was once elected as the King of Han by the anti-forces in Shanxi. After the defeat in Shanxi, he moved to the mountainous area of ​​Kuidong and became a banner of the anti-forces in this area.

But not long ago, the Jing army launched a large-scale attack on Kuidong, and the Meng army was defeated.

Zhu Jingli, a member of the royal family, naturally became a prisoner.

Fortunately, perhaps because of his bloodline, Zhu Jingli was not directly executed like other captured royal family members. Instead, he was taken all the way to Chongqing to await the court's opinion on how to deal with him.

However, in his opinion, the day when the whole family will set out on the road together will probably not be long.

After all, the Xianting has always adopted an attitude of annihilation towards the royal family of the Meng Dynasty.

Zhu Jingli slowly got up, pinched his nose and picked up the moldy broken bowl in the corner of the room.

These days, his prison meal consists of this kind of moldy rice porridge that is so thin that you can see your reflection in it.

"Ta-da, ta-da."

A crisp sound of footsteps came from outside, but Zhu Jingli didn't pay attention.

They are just some patrolling soldiers.

Just as he was about to lick the residue on the bowl wall, the rusty prison door was suddenly opened with a clang.

Immediately, a stream of fresh air with a hint of warmth rushed into the moldy and stinking cell.

"...I, your humble servant, was unaware of the King of Han's arrival, causing His Highness to suffer for days. I truly deserve death!"

Zhu Jingli looked up in astonishment.

However, he only saw that the officials and jailers who had ordered him around some time ago had now cut off their braids and were looking at him with flattering smiles on their faces.

What's going on?

Half an hour later, Zhu Jingli washed himself thoroughly and put on a brand new silk robe and a gorgeous long sword inlaid with gold and jade.

Then he and his family were lifted into a luxurious sedan chair painted with gold and colorful patterns, and, accompanied by a large group of soldiers, they left the place where he had been imprisoned for several days.

Afterwards, he and his family enjoyed a sumptuous and delicious banquet amidst bright and soft lights, warm and comfortable charcoal fire, and elegant and pleasant incense.

The mellow wine swaying in the glass and the graceful singing and dancing of the beautiful women at the banquet made Zhu Jingli feel as if he was dreaming.

"I'm not so hungry that I'm dreaming now."

he murmured.

"Father, this is not a dream." At this moment, his daughter handed him a stack of newspapers with a strange look on her face.

"As for the reason."

"Father, you will understand once you see this."

Zhu Jingli turned over the first page.

That's what it says on it.

"The bandits are trapped in Solitary Mountain, and their death is imminent. The government troops are chasing them from the front and blocking them from the back, and they will be defeated soon.

He turned over the second one.

"The bandits attacked the great celestial soldiers. Although the government army suffered a minor setback, it is not serious. We will regroup and fight again soon.

The third one reads like this.

"The traitor was so cruel and tyrannical that he even cast the heads of 100,000 soldiers into a Jingguan to show off his power."

Turn over again.

"The grass-roots soldiers were arrogant and took over Dianjiang. They would only spare their heads and their queues, or even their heads and their queues, and then they would rebuild the Jingguan."

Keep turning.

"The Meng army is heading straight for Changshou. If the government troops hold their ground, they will surely be able to break their momentum. However, we pity the people who have suffered so much, so we are temporarily retreating to lure them deeper into our territory."

Also turned.

"The Great Western Heavenly King occupied Changshou and stubbornly refused to surrender. He killed all those who resisted and refused to surrender, and built a Jingguan."

last piece

"The Holy Wood Heavenly King has sent his troops to Chongqing. The demons have abandoned the city and fled. Chongqing's liberation is imminent!"

Zhu Jingli: ...

My goodness, you guys can write like this in the newspaper?

He now understood why these guys suddenly changed their temper.

This is because they were afraid that the Wood King, who would kill people along the way, would smash their heads into the Jingguan.

"Father." Zhu Jingli's daughter whispered in his ear.

"I've found out everything."

"The Holy Wood Heavenly King is said to be a Yunnan chieftain shaman, or perhaps a priest, and a remnant of Li Dingguo, the Prince of Jin."