Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 951 - 241: Elder Quan: What! Chen 94 Is Still Alive!

Seeing this scene, a Disciple of the Zoroastrian Sect stepped up and kicked: "You old thing, playing dead, huh!"

The old man curled up on the ground said: "Brother of the rebel army, please give sothing to eat, I’m starving!"

Upon hearing this, the Zoroastrian Sect soldier kicked him twice: "Starving, huh? Bear with it!"

"We’re at war now, food is precious. Do you think it’s for useless people like you to eat?"

The Zoroastrian Sect soldier hurled insults at the old man, and the old man said: "Brother of the rebel army, didn’t you say you’d give us food if we joined your rebellion? Why aren’t you giving it now?"

"Bullshit, I never said that. Hurry up the mountain, and if you dare to talk back, I’ll beat you up, believe it or not."

The old man burst into tears upon hearing this.

"Damn it, how dare you cry, I’ll beat you to death!"

The soldier of the Zoroastrian Sect raised the whip and lashed it down, and the old man on the ground looked about sixty years old, but the soldier in front of him, in his twenties, whipped him relentlessly.

Truly ruthless.

What rebel army, they’re more like bandits, worse than bandits.

Seeing this, Chen Jie couldn’t hold back any longer. He erged from the bushes and quickly snatched the whip from the Zoroastrian Sect soldier’s hand.

The soldier of the Zoroastrian Sect exerted force, realizing that the whip was being grabbed, he panicked and shouted angrily: "Damn it, who wants to die and dares to grab my whip! Do you want to die?"

With a shout, he turned around and was imdiately stunned to see a strange young man standing behind him.

"You!"

But before he could finish his sentence, a cold flash appeared, and his head was chopped off.

"Ah, murder!"

Seeing this, all the old n transporting grain scread and prepared to run.

The other soldiers of the Zoroastrian Sect noticed the disturbance and rushed over without a word.

"Who dares to cause trouble!"

But before he finished speaking, there was a howl, and he saw a large white shadow pounce on him, biting off his neck.

And the other few soldiers of the Zoroastrian Sect wanted to speak, but saw that young man using a ghostly movent technique, disappearing with a swish!

Seeing this, everyone widened their eyes!

How, how is this possible!

Before the soldiers of the Zoroastrian Sect could react, Chen Jie had already been moving among them. Soon, everyone felt a chill on their necks, and their heads fell to the ground.

Seeing this, everyone was scared out of their wits.

With a yell, the old n ran down the mountain.

Chen Jie didn’t stop them. After most people had fled, Chen Jie looked at the old man lying on the ground. The old man saw this fierce person looking at him and shouted in fear.

"Don’t kill , don’t kill !"

Chen Jie squatted down and said: "Old man, don’t be afraid, I won’t kill you."

The old man cald down after hearing this and sneaked a look at Chen Jie: "Are you also from the rebel army going up the mountain?"

Chen Jie said: "No, I’m from the official army. By the way, where are you from, old man?"

"From Yong’an Prefecture."

Chen Jie said: "Then why did you co here to transport grain?"

The old man burst into tears at these words: "Boo hoo..."

Seeing the old man’s tears, Chen Jie hurriedly consoled: "Don’t cry, old man, don’t cry... Let’s go sowhere else and talk slowly."

Chen Jie took the old man to a different place and then took out a piece of dried at he roasted yesterday from his Storage Ring, giving it to the old man. The old man, reluctant to eat it, only took a little bite.

Then he recounted his tragic story to Chen Jie.

He was from Shengzi Village in Yong’an County. He originally had a house and land, but this year there was a flood, the harvest was poor, and the court did not reduce taxes, forcing them to pay taxes, making life unbearable.

However, a few days ago, the court ordered a tax reduction this year and even promised to return the taxes they had paid.

The old man thought his good days were coming.

But who would have thought that these Zoroastrian Sect scoundrels masqueraded as governnt soldiers, went door to door robbing grain, leaving people with no way to live.

Then they sent people acting as good Samaritans to take in the people, organize them to rebel, and steal the governnt’s grain.

Later, they realized that the soldiers who had taken their grain were actually the Zoroastrian Sect in disguise. But by then, they had already rebelled, and the County Magistrate had been killed. The die was cast, and there was no turning back.

The crowd had no choice but to continue down this dark path.

So the young people followed them to attack the Prefecture City, while the old folks were responsible for transporting grain in the rear.

With their own eyes, they saw their young ones die on the battlefield. They hated the Zoroastrian Sect scoundrels but didn’t dare to resist, so they had to go along.

The old man cried miserably.

Chen Jie didn’t know how to comfort him and could only advise the old man to be at ease.

Along the way, Chen Jie asked about the situation in Huangzhou Prefecture.

The old man said: "Young brother, you can’t go to Huangzhou Prefecture now. The rebels have taken seven counties and only Mianshui County hasn’t fallen."

Chen Jie, upon hearing this, looked at the old man and said: "Mianshui County? Why hasn’t it fallen?"

"It’s all because of their Fishing Guild, which defended the city for the county officials. The rebels from the Zoroastrian Sect attacked three tis but couldn’t succeed, so they gave up."

"Then they turned to attack Huangzhou Prefecture City."

Hearing this, Chen Jie understood that Mianshui was a tough nut to crack. Attacking it would slow the battle progress, so it was better to take Huangzhou Prefecture first. Once Huangzhou Prefecture fell, Mianshui would be isolated and could be wiped out with a wave of the hand!

One must admit, the strategist behind this plan was skilled.

Chen Jie thought this as he looked at the old man and asked: "By the way, old man, you’re responsible for transporting grain. Could I ask where the granary is?"

The old man pointed to a building not far away: "It’s over there..."

Rumble...

No sooner had the old man spoken than he felt a tremor beneath him, accompanied by beastly roars: "Howl..."

Chen Jie’s face changed upon hearing this, and he looked towards the direction he had escaped from, seeing Fierce Beasts from the Mist Forest charging out.

Then, lining up, they rushed down the mountain.

"A Beast Tide, a man-controlled Beast Tide!"

Chen Jie muttered, and not far away he saw Elder Quan holding a sheng, its music seemingly magical, directing the Fierce Beasts forward.