The Nameless of the Common Clans

Dalang has become much less talkative. He is not as chatty as he used to be. Ever since he settled down with Chen Mo, he would find a stone to polish his hatchet when he had nothing to do. In fact, everyone is changing. Under the pressure of survival, if you don't change, you will die.

I can’t remember why they broke up so unhappy in the first place. Although it was only a month or two, in Chen Mo’s mind, what happened seemed to have been a long time ago. Now they are gradually reuniting with only one purpose. Live!

Chen Mo was going to look for the people who were still alive. Under the current situation, if they, orphans and widowers, wanted not to be bullied, they must have more people hugging each other, otherwise one day people from the Taiping Religion would come here and rob his mother. Kiss or Aunt Cai, Chen Mo might not be able to change anything even if he tried his best.

Outside the hay shed that had been reinforced several times, Chen Mo took a few wooden sticks and polished them carefully. Bows and arrows are his best weapons now. Although he can't get a better one now, even if it is Short bow wooden arrows can kill people if they are shot in the right place. When nothing happens, Chen Mo will make more wooden arrows for himself. For this reason, he also has a skill to make wooden arrows. Although the level is a bit low, at least he can make them. The wooden arrows can be used, that's enough.

The crowd in the distance became chaotic, as if someone from the Taiping Sect was coming.

"Brother Mo, Brother Dalang! Run!" Dui ran over in a hurry.

"What happened?" Chen Mo stood up and asked with a frown.

"People from the Taiping Sect are here to arrest people!" Ah-Dai came to Chen Mo's side and gasped.

"There must be a reason for this arrest, right?" Chen Mo comforted Heizi and frowned. He had just arrived and hadn't had time to do anything dirty yet. It was unlikely that the Taiping Sect would come to arrest him because of this.

"I didn't hear this clearly, but they are indeed here to arrest people." Ah-Dai shook his head in confusion.

"You guys watch here, I'll go take a look!" Chen Mo handed the short knife to his mother, put the polished wooden arrows in the quiver on his back, and walked over there.

"I'll go with you!" Dalang also stood up, carrying a hatchet, and the hatred in his eyes seemed to be about to overflow.

"You're like this, don't go. I don't trust Ah-Dai alone." Chen Mo glanced at Dalang and shook his head. Dalang now had a hatred for the Taiping Religion all over his body. He still hadn't figured out what was going on. What happened? Dalang is as prone to bad things now as he was in the past.

Although Chen Mo is two years younger than Da Lang, he may not have experienced the tragedy of his parents being killed in front of his eyes. Although Chen Mo's temperament has changed, it has not become as extreme as Da Lang. He is more stable and more mature. Be calm and don't think directly to the extreme when encountering problems.

However, he couldn't tell Dalang directly about these issues. He could only put it another way. After reaching the second level, the bewitching skill did not give Chen Mo any information like other skills, but Chen Mo would speak more tactfully.

"Yes, Dalang, Duan is still young and ignorant, and we need a man to take care of us here." Aunt Cai on the side helped.

"Then be careful." Dalang responded dully and continued to sharpen his hatchet.

Chen Mo nodded, picked up a stick and walked towards the hustle and bustle of the crowd. Before he even got close, a smell of blood came over him. These days, Chen Mo was very sensitive to the smell of blood.

"We fought tooth and nail for you. You killed people in the back, but now you are still killing people. I will fight with you!" In the crowd, Chen Mo saw a burly man roaring at the dozen or so Taiping cultists around him. , at his feet, a Taiping cultist was stabbed through the chest and lungs by a dung fork, and he could not survive. Afterwards, a group of people followed him, looking at the group of people menacingly.

"You assassinated our soldiers on the battlefield, and someone has already seen it! If you kill someone, you should pay with your life!" The Taiping believers obviously did not expect that these people would have the courage to resist, but their momentum was not weak. They are all trained believers. Or maybe he was a hunter from various places. Different from ordinary believers, Chen Mo saw Uncle Yang and Uncle Li in that group of people.

"He killed my father, why shouldn't I avenge him?" The man's eyes were red, he pulled out the dung fork from the man's chest, picked up a pile of blood, pointed at the group of people from a distance and said: "I also I never thought that I would sacrifice my life for you. It was you who drove us to the battlefield. My father did not die in the hands of others, but in the hands of you group of traitors. Now you want me to pay for it with my life. Okay, then come, Even if you die today, I won’t let you wait for a better life!”

"Are you going to seek death with him!?" The general frowned, not because of the dozen or so people across from him. The Taiping Cult warriors were either trained or powerful hunters recruited from various places. Three or five would be enough to defeat him. These people were cleaning up. What really made him hesitate was the people around him. The people around him had begun to gather here, and with the man's words, an invisible anger was brewing. It was invisible and insubstantial, but it could be clearly felt. arrive.

"Looking for death?" A person behind the man sneered: "If I don't die today, I will die tomorrow. You destroy my house. Instead of starving to death, I might as well fight with you today!"

It is an exaggeration to say that if one person fights tooth and nail, he is invincible, but when it really reaches that point and everyone ignores him, the overwhelming energy is extremely permeable.

After Chen Mo determined that it had nothing to do with him, he watched this scene with interest, and at the same time thought in his mind, if he were in the position of the Taiping Sect, how should he deal with this kind of thing?

More and more people gathered around, and some even started to make noises. After all, although the soldiers of the Taiping Sect were strong, they were few in number. Now that so many people started to make noises one by one, the situation gradually became uncontrollable.

The contradiction had actually existed for a long time, but it had been suppressed. At this moment, with the relentless pursuit of the Taiping Sect, the anger that had been suppressed in everyone's heart was finally ignited.

Chen Mo was in the crowd, looking at Yang Mao and Li Jiu with some worry. Even if Uncle Yang and Uncle Li were good at fighting, if so many people really started fighting, I'm afraid they would...

"Puff~" Just as Chen Mo was thinking about whether there was a chance to save Uncle Yang and Uncle Li in the chaos, someone from the Taiping Sect shot an arrow from behind, and an arrow penetrated the chest of the strong man holding the dung fork. Then dozens of Taiping sect members rushed out from both sides, and without saying anything, they hacked at the dozen people.

There was no chance to fight back, and more than a dozen men were hacked to death. Zhou Fang walked out slowly from the back, his cold eyes swept around. The anger that had been aroused was instantly dissipated after more than a dozen people were killed so cleanly.

"Are there any more?" Zhou Fang looked around and frowned.

"No, this is the last one." The general shook his head.

"Withdraw the troops, and if there are any more rioters, they will be killed without mercy!" Zhou Fang snorted coldly, turned around and walked back, and a voice came from afar: "Hang these bodies up!"

"Yes!"