Late Yuan Dynasty: I am the true emperor

Chapter 1 Killing good people and taking credit

"啕~"

Lu Jin looked at the headless corpse in ancient costume beside him and retched while holding onto a tree.

He was originally a graduate student at Harbin Institute of Technology. A few days ago, he followed his supervisor to USTC in Hefei to attend a research project demonstration meeting. After the meeting was over, his supervisor suggested going to Chaohu Lake to fish.

Lu Jin is not a fisherman, and he has never had any interest in such a time-wasting activity as fishing. But he went along anyway for the sake of face. While others were fishing, he lay down by the lake and slept. As a result, when he woke up, he found himself in this damn place.

There was no cell phone signal, and the asphalt road by the lake was gone. His off-road vehicle was stuck in the mud, and there was no trace of modern civilization around.

The idea of ​​time travel suddenly came to his mind, but he didn't want to believe it, so he explored in the direction of Hefei according to his memory.

There were no tall buildings, and the two villages I passed by were both burned to the ground. I walked for two hours without encountering a single living person, until I saw this headless corpse in ancient costume in front of me, and I no longer had any hope.

It is certain that I have traveled through time, but I don't know to which dynasty. Considering the burned village and this "very fresh" headless corpse, I am afraid that I have come to a chaotic world.

At this moment, he suddenly heard voices and footsteps in the distance. In this deserted village with corpses, he didn't want to be beheaded just after crossing through, so he jumped up, grabbed a branch, climbed up the tree in a few steps, then took out a telescope from his backpack to observe.

Three men in ancient costumes were walking towards us from a distance. They looked like a group of three men. An old man was leading an older one. Two of them were carrying bamboo baskets on a shoulder pole. The baskets seemed to be filled with rice. There was also a child of seven or eight years old following them.

The three of them looked around as they walked, as if they were alert to some danger. Sure enough, four armored cavalrymen suddenly arrived and surrounded the three of them on their horses.

One of them who looked like an officer rode forward and said coldly with an expressionless face, "Countrymen, where are you going with all the food? Are you pretending not to see the grain collection order issued by General Zuo?"

The old man in the lead knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically, "General, please let us go. We have already paid enough autumn grain. This is our food for the winter this year. We really can't pay any more."

"Bullshit, I see you are clearly going to deliver food to the Red Turbans. Tell me, is there anyone in your family who has joined the Red Turbans?!" The officer had no intention of letting anyone go. He pointed the spear in his hand and shouted.

When the old man heard the word "red scarf", he became even more frightened.

"No, I didn't. I don't have any. You dare not say anything. The Red Scarves are all a cult that deceives people. We in Zhujiagang are all good people. I don't want this food. I give it all to you. Please let us go."

"father!"

The young man next to the old man became anxious when he heard that he had to hand over all the food, but was still held back by the old man.

The cavalrymen laughed wildly upon hearing this.

"Hahahaha, even if we kill you, the food will still be ours!"

"Yes, fellow villager, you said you are not a Red Scarf, do you have any evidence? I think you look very similar to her. Why don't you lend your head to the brothers and collect the reward, hahahahaha"

puff--

A spear suddenly pierced the old man's chest. The cavalry officer retracted the bloody spear and said coldly, "Stop talking nonsense. Kill them all!"

"Dad! Ahhhh~ I'm going to fight you!"

When the young man saw his father being killed, he picked up a carrying pole and rushed forward, but as expected, he was also killed on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the father and son fell in a pool of blood. Lu Jin, who was hiding in a tree, witnessed the scene with his own eyes. He clenched his fists tighter and tighter, but dared not make a sound.

Saving people is even more impossible. He certainly cannot fight four armored cavalrymen alone. If he shows up rashly, that would not be saving people, that would be committing suicide.

He could only rely on a few clues to judge his situation.

Looking at the armor of the four men, it is not the phoenix-wing helmet common in the Han dynasties, which rules out the Tang and Song dynasties, nor is it cloth armor, which rules out the mid-to-late Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty.

The pointed iron helmet with petals and fine leaf armor has a bit of Tibetan flavor, and it may be the frontier army of the early Ming Dynasty. But the "red scarf" mentioned by several people just now, I am afraid it must be the Red Scarf Army uprising at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.
"Dad! Brother! Don't chop off my dad's head!"

"Fuck you, get out of here."

While Lu Jin was still thinking, something happened under the tree. A cavalryman jumped off his horse, swiftly chopped off the heads of two men, and kicked the remaining child far away.

Kill the good and take credit!
This scene that only exists in history books appeared in front of Lu Jin!

"Brother, should we kill this kid?"

Lu Jin was gritting his teeth, and suddenly became nervous when he heard the words, as if he was waiting for the judgment of a life. Looking at the officer's indifferent expression, Lu Jin had unknowingly taken out a baton, which he kept in the car to prevent road rage, and now it was his only weapon.

The officer had a blank expression on his face, with only indifference in his eyes. He pointed the spear in his hand at the remaining child.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance. Several people looked over and saw that the man was also dressed as an officer, holding a long spear. He frowned and glanced at the scene, and said with dissatisfaction.

"Jia Chou, General Zuo asked you to come and collect grain, not to kill innocent people!"

"Killing innocent people indiscriminately? How do you know they are innocent? I see they are all Red Turbans. The two older ones are the Red Turban leaders, and the younger one is the Red Turban bastard!" Jia Chou said as he waved his spear again, pointing it at the child.

With a clang, Jia Chou's spear was knocked away by the new officer's lance, and the man couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Jia Chou, are you still a human being? You killed such a young child? Even if you take his head back, will Zuo Shuai recognize it?"

"Ye Sheng! Mind your own business. My father was killed by this group of Red Turbans last month, and their head has not been found yet. What's wrong with me killing them?" Jia Chou shouted with red eyes.

Although Ye Sheng did not reply, he stood in front of him with a firm attitude, making it clear that he wanted to protect the child.

Jia Chou looked at him for a moment, snorted, and then rode away. Several cavalrymen also took their heads and filled sacks with food and followed him away.

The officer named Ye Sheng turned around twice, looked at the crying child lying on the headless corpse, sighed, and rode his horse to catch up.

“Wuwuwuwu~Dad, big brother, wuwuwuwu~~~”

call----

Lu Jin, who was hiding in the tree, breathed a sigh of relief. He almost couldn't help but jump down and fight to the death, but luckily he held back. Fortunately, these people were not all crazy, at least some of them had some bottom line.

Looking at the heartbroken child crying under the tree, Lu Jin felt a tightness in his heart.

Is this the end of the Yuan Dynasty? Is this the time travel that countless people dream of? Is this the world domination that countless people fantasize about?
Less than a day after traveling through time, reality taught him a bloody lesson. Fighting for hegemony in troubled times is not so fun. The few short words in the history books are the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in reality.

Just looking at this situation, what should I do? If I show up with an alternative outfit, I'm afraid I'll be chopped off as a spy, and the body in front of me is not even cold yet.

Find a fellow villager to live in seclusion? I'm afraid no one will take him in, and the fellow villager himself can't survive.

Join the Yuan army? That was even more impossible. Not to mention that the Yuan army would definitely be destroyed, he himself did not want to be with these executioners who killed innocent people for credit.

He seemed to be in the same situation as Zhu Yuanzhang, and he seemed to have no choice.

If there is a choice to survive, can it still be called a chaotic world?
Standing on the tree and looking around, there seemed to be no one around. Lu Jin was about to jump down to check on the child when suddenly there was another sound of horse hooves.

'Fuck, again?'

This time only one person came, and Lu Jin quickly recognized that it was one of the cavalrymen just now. He saw the cavalryman came to the corpse and looked around, and when he found that there was no one, he turned over and got off the horse.

"go away."

He came to the corpse, kicked the child away, then began to touch the corpse, and then began to strip off the clothes, not even letting go of the dead person's clothes!

"Oh shit!"

Lu Jin couldn't tolerate this. You were allowed to take my head but not my entire body. Now you want to take my clothes too. Are you still a human being?
Just as the cavalryman was chopping with all his might, he suddenly heard some movement in the trees above his head.

"Ok?"

As he looked up at the treetops in confusion, a dark shadow jumped down from the tree.

Before he could react, there was a buzzing sound, a flash of golden light appeared in front of him, and a golden iron rod was swung at his temple.

The cavalryman fell to the ground on the spot, twitching all over, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and a dent in his head. It was obvious that he was dying.

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