Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor-Chapter 572 - 286: History Repeats Itself

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Deep night, darkness shrouds.

Eagle Ridge, Luoshi Village.

The wooden fence on the outskirts of the village stood crookedly, casting twisted shadows flickering in the faint light of torches.

A chilly wind swept across the distant fields, stirring up fragments of dry grass and the pungent smell of livestock dung, making one nauseous.

Deep within the shadowy woods outside the village, a man as strong as a bear stood silently.

He was clad in heavy iron armor, gripping a massive war axe in his hand.

The axe blade glowed with an eerie red light in the night, as if stained with fresh blood.

A steel helmet obscured most of his face, leaving only a pair of indifferent eyes, quietly observing the flickering lights of the farmhouses ahead.

In the shadows behind him stood fifty soldiers cloaked in black robes.

Each one’s face bore scars, and their eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty gleam, clearly seasoned warriors from fierce battles.

"Remember, from now on, we are the most vicious bandits!"

The man grinned, revealing a grim smile.

He raised the massive axe in his hand, the blade pointing toward the farmhouse ahead,

"Kill anyone who dares to resist, plunder everything you see!"

Upon receiving the order, the soldiers immediately sprang into action.

They moved like phantoms, silently approaching the village under the cover of the dense woods.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Two arrows traced arcs of death through the air, precisely striking two of the watchful militia by the fire.

The arrows pierced their throats, leaving them unable to utter a scream as they collapsed limply by the fire.

Immediately, the soldiers swarmed toward the wooden fence like a tide.

They skillfully climbed over the fence, making almost no sound.

The guarding militia noticed nothing amiss, their throats slashed without resistance.

At this moment, a man bare-chested emerged from a house, spotting the unfamiliar figures in the darkness.

He also saw his companions lying in pools of blood.

"Enemy attack!"

He shouted with all his might, a roar that shattered the night’s silence.

This earth-shattering cry awakened the sleeping villagers and other guards.

A long spear flashed through the air, piercing his chest instantly.

But the warning had already sounded, and the village was filled with the barking of dogs.

The soldiers abandoned subtlety, swiftly charging into the nearby militia huts.

This was but an ordinary village in Eagle Ridge, the stationed militia only underwent basic training, usually just ordinary farmers wielding hoes and sickles.

Facing these well-trained, well-equipped soldiers, they were like eggs smashing into stone, utterly defenseless.

In mere moments, all the militia were slaughtered.

Then, the soldiers surged into the village like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves.

Crying and screams of terror soon echoed over the village.

"Listen up, everyone!"

"I am Madre the Bloody Axe, leader of the Bloody Robber Gang!"

Madre strode into the village’s central square, his voice booming like thunder,

"If you don’t want to die, then get on your knees obediently for me!"

Madre raised his massive axe high, a cruel light flashing in his eyes,

"Otherwise, I’ll chop off your heads one by one and use your skulls to drink wine!"

The young children were immediately scared to tears by this threat, trembling in their mothers’ arms.

The farmers initially wanted to fight to protect their homes, but upon seeing Madre’s bear-like terrifying figure and glistening armor, all courage vanished from their hearts.

They involuntarily took two steps back, the pitchforks and hoes in their hands clanging to the ground.

"Smart choice."

Madre nodded with satisfaction, casually waving his hand.

The soldiers quickly stepped forward, roughly pinning the farmers to the ground one by one.

With the men’s surrender, the other villagers had no strength left to resist.

Overwhelmed by fear, everyone could only let themselves be at the soldiers’ mercy.

The villagers hiding in the houses were also dragged out, gathered in the village’s central square.

"From now on, you are all my captives!"

Madre’s voice carried wild excitement,

"I command you to hand over all your valuable possessions!"

His gaze, as sharp as a hawk’s, scanned each villager’s face.

"Sir, please have mercy on us."

The elderly village chief’s voice trembled as he fell to his knees,

"Our village is very poor, we have nothing of value."

"I beg you to mercifully spare us innocent villagers."

"No valuables?"

Madre chuckled coldly,

"Then you’ll pay with your bodies!"

"From today on, you’re all my slaves!"

He waved his hand, issuing orders to the soldiers behind him,

"Except for those too old to walk, tie up the rest with ropes!"

"Yes, Lord Madre!"

The soldiers had no hesitation, immediately grabbing the prepared coarse ropes.

They tightly bound the ropes around the villagers’ wrists, digging deep into the flesh.

Some young villagers attempted to break free in defiance, only to be met with the soldiers’ merciless fists and sword hilts.

The villagers were tied together one by one with ropes, like livestock tethered to the back of a cart.

Then the soldiers charged into every farmhouse like a swarm of starving locusts.