Chapter 337: Arson

"We are blacksmiths, carpenters, shoemakers, tailors, cooks, coolies, slaves. We look different, but we are all human beings, and we all want to live on. But we ca n’t satisfy even such a poor request.
When we were needed, the aristocracy would bring evil servants and hounds, hold swords and whip, and drive us to work for them. When no longer needed, those nobles want us to die, far away, dead silent. "
Zhou Qingfeng stood on the wooden box and shouted, and the Wilson organization underneath carried a stretcher. The two dried corpses on the stretcher, a large one and a small one, were a pair of mothers and sons strung together.
"Look, look, this is the end of the poor, this is your end. Poverty is a kind of sin, and you can't even let the noble masters see it because they will stain their eyes."
The body of the poor mother and child was slowly lifted in the crowd, and everyone saw tears for it, not even tears. This successfully mobilized the emotions of the hungry people, who were too bitter and humble.
"This world is so unfair, I can't accept it, I can't accept it at all. I must, break it!"
Zhou Qingfeng stood on the big wooden box, or waved his hand, or fisted, and waved Fang Yan. He spoke the deepest pain of the hungry people in contagious words. His words were sharp, and the listening hungry people wept.
There are more and more people coming to the streets, 123,000. In order to squeeze more people, the roadside fences were demolished.
Countless people were hoping to eat stuttering and flocked in. You can hear the speech from the amplification method, and the smallest heart can't help bursting into a powerful force.
"I know what you want, a piece of moldy black bread, a tiring job, a hut where you can settle down, and that's enough. You have no other hope.
But did you get it? No! You can't even get that hope. I just want to ask, you have nothing and you have lost your life. What else can you be afraid of? Are there any other cannibalism laws to be observed?
Come on and see how I do it? How did I get food and drink? How did I get my head up? How do I have freedom and dignity? Because I tried hard to fight! "
Zhou Qingfeng's voice ranged from excitement to excitement, and even hysterics. He pulled out his long sword, held up Optimus Sky, and tried to grow his voice to the maximum so that everyone at the scene could hear it. Behind him, a dazzling red flag appeared, waving in the wind.
A huge skeletal warhorse jumped into a large wooden box and raised Zhou Qingfeng high. The red flag passed to him and kept waving. Under the waving red flag, the plane channel was opened, and fiery pieces of lava were teleported.
The hot waves billowed, making the hungry people watching the lecture feel warm, and they also burned their hearts. The guard soldiers loaded the lava stones with large baskets and transported them far away to drive out the cold wind and let more people feel the heat.
Shipped with the basket, there was also a barrel of barrels of 'physical potions' diluted.
Wilson took the artisans to a wooden barrel and distributed it to the hungry with a large bowl. They shouted, "Come, drink a bowl. Follow Victor Hugo, we won't go hungry."
Even if it was diluted a hundred times, you could drink Zhou Qingfeng's "strength potion", and the energy of spiciness to sweat was still there. Although the effectiveness has been reduced from lasting two or three days to one or two hours, this is enough.
After drinking the potion, everyone gave up a pride in the scolding, and they were excited and roused. Each of Zhang Hongtong's faces couldn't wait to do something and let it out.
After the passage of the plane, the succubus Mei Daisi looked at Zhou Qingfeng waving the red flag strangely. It's not the first time I've seen this kid funny, but I can see new tricks every time.
"Victor Hugo, what are you doing?" The succubus has lived countless years, but has never seen such strange things, "Are you doing mass? What a strange mass. Those are your followers?"
"You don't understand, Lao Tzu is making a revolution." Zhou Qingfeng didn't look back, still playing the red flag mascot on the back of "Shadow Shadow", "Give me more lava rocks, the revolution requires a fiery atmosphere. It's too cold to do it. "
Lava stone doesn't need money, how much it is. A green crystal is used as freight, and the succubus can transport Zhou Qingfeng as much as a mountain.
Drinking potions and roasting lava, the almost frozen starving people quickly felt energized and energetic. What did the man on the wooden box say so nicely, how could one not be convinced?
Zhou Qingfeng also struck iron while the heat was hot, and his enthusiasm couldn't let it go out. then
"Bring a torch, let's go to the noble masters to settle accounts. Burned their house, burned their house, burned their home, and let them cry in the cold like us."
Zhou Qingfeng shouted that Shengguang Network linked all the artisans involved in the 'revolution'. Wilson and others put together a group of five people, and each group was wrapped in hungry people about ten times, and they set fire on the torches and went around the city.
The hungry people participating in the 'revolution' only felt that people were behind them, their hearts were warm, their bodies were warm, and they unknowingly followed the team.
The hungry people were originally driven to the corners of the city to kill themselves like ants, but now they are killed with resentment. They are familiar with the city, the streets, and there are tens of thousands of people. When they are organized, they are like mercury diarrhea, and they are pervasive.
The noble masters in the city plus the knights, wizards and attendants totaled less than 2,000. On weekdays, it is just that some powerful servants hold swords and guns in Huhu fake tiger power.
Seeing that the hungry people were coming from all directions like tide, the mixed soldiers who kept order on the street fled and fled to cry to their masters. Just one step forward and one step back, there were more than a dozen ignition points in the city.
In the cold wind city, the north wind blows all year round. Because of the fear of fire, a lot of firewalls and fire barriers were built in the city.
But Wilson and others are artisans in the city, and they know too well where the ignition works best. They led the way to arson everywhere, basically a little bit of fire here, the instant the flames soared into the sky, and quickly spread over an area.
On the other end, the old long legs had just been mobilized, and the military nobles in Unity City tightened their hearts with him, and said Victor Hugo, who had come to his death first. But he just went out with confidence
"According to the plan, we divided Leiman's house three times. The barbarians came out of the Black Forest. Wherever they saw the bustling city, this would surely be looting everywhere. We took advantage of their distraction and struck hard from behind "
The old long-legged said the excitement, fisted on horseback and fought fiercely, "As long as Victor Hugo is destroyed, we can counterattack the Black Forest and take down the elf ruins. Everyone can get rich!"
Thinking about the future, the old long legs are laughing. But he didn't wait for the concord laughter of the dozens of backbones, instead he saw the inexplicable faces.
"What are you looking at?" As soon as the old long legs turned around, they found a fire shining not far away. Without waiting for his response, one of his knights shouted sharply, "That's my house, my house is on fire."
Alas, Aaron Aaron!
The knights on fire at home couldn't bother to say goodbye to the old long legs. A horse abdomen left the team and took away more than a dozen armed attendants under his command.
"Isn't it a fire at home? There is no aristocracy." The old long leg frowned, and had no time to scold this kind of bad behavior that ignored the leadership, only to wave and yell "Follow me and go to destroy"
"Fire!" The sharp shout rang again, and another knight sweated angrily and shouted, "My house, it's my house over there."
Hula is another voter without saying goodbye.
Is there anything wrong?
The old long-legged man wanted to scold his mother, but following the fire in the city more and more, the fire roared by the wind and the smoke was getting bigger and bigger. The noble zone in the city was so bright that the knights around him exclaimed one by one.
A dozen heads of fire were burned, and there were more than two hundred people around the old long legs. At this point, even the brain-disabled understands that there is a cause, and someone is definitely setting fire on purpose. As for who, who else?
In front of the city's main palace, the old long-legged stared at the half-missed team and the restless morale in the remaining team.
"Victor Hugo, this wolf cub is really poisonous. He dared to set fire in the city? I'm going to fight him!".