The Fourth Disaster Begins at the Dawn of the Millennium

"If you can't pay the money, you'll just be waiting to die. Folks, are we going to wait here to die?" The elder brother said in a deafening voice, "You just picked up your farm tools and surrounded them, and those lawless township officials treated you like their grandsons. Folks, if you didn't unite and didn't have weapons in your hands, would those township officials be so friendly? They would beat you until you call them grandpa!"

The villagers laughed at first, and then someone suddenly said, "Brother, are you willing to take the lead? If you take the lead, we will follow you.

Dry!"

"Yes, we all respect you. If you are willing to take the lead, we will do it!" "Yes, we think so too!"

Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, the elder brother said: "Thanks to everyone's kindness, I will take the lead this time. We rural people think that if you don't let me live a good life, I won't let you live a good life either! If those township officials don't want us to live a good life, then they can't live a good life either!"

"Yes!"

Then, the elder brother said: "Since I am the one who takes the lead, then everyone should listen to my arrangements. Here I will make three rules for everyone! First, each village group elects a team leader whom you trust! He is elected by you, which means you trust him, so you must also listen to the team leader's arrangements! Second, no man, woman or child in the village is allowed to be a coward! Everyone must pick up weapons! As long as the alarm is heard, even women who are cooking or kneading dough must put down their calf sticks, put out the stove fire, pick up their weapons and go out! Third........"

At this moment, the nephew who was standing next to his brother was looking at him with admiration, silently reciting something like "It is better to die with a voice than to live in silence". Suddenly, he saw his brother looking at him and said to him: "Hey, nephew, you still carry a notebook and pencil with you? Well, take a note and I will make the following arrangements!"

Chapter 127: Brutal and Fearless of Death

The sun shines through the sparse clouds and shines on the earth. On a steep hill outside the village, a thin boy is nervously watching the road in the distance. He is usually lively and active, like a monkey, and can climb any mountain and any tree. In the morning, he came to the hill where he used to play with his friends, holding a small tree with his hands, and staring at the team approaching in the distance.

It was a huge tax collection team composed of personnel drawn from various villages. It was large in number and powerful in strength.

Leading the way was a group of policemen in uniform, with handcuffs on their waists and batons in their hands, looking stern and with sharp eyes. Following closely behind were the joint defense team members in camouflage uniforms, each with a stern face and murderous intent. Behind them were four-wheel tractors loaded with township officials and three-wheeled motor vehicles emitting black smoke. As the team marched, dust flew everywhere, like a rapid-response force.

When the child saw the tax collection team approaching, his heartbeat quickened, and he quickly felled the small tree in his hand in the direction of the team. That was the signal agreed upon by the village, and once the tax collection team was found approaching, this method would be used to notify the villagers.

The nephew of the elder brother, who had been watching the movement on the hill, saw the tree being felled, his face changed, he immediately put down the work in his hands, stood up, rang the gong and shouted: "The collection team is coming!"

The sound of the gong spread quickly throughout the village, the strikes rapid and loud.

When the men, women, old and young in the village heard the gong, they dropped their tools and quickly picked up their tools, gathering in groups. They held hoes, shovels, sticks, dung forks or sharpened bamboo sticks in their hands.

Some were still cooking, so they simply picked up kitchen knives and rushed over. Everyone looked nervous, but also filled with righteous indignation.

The villagers quickly gathered on a vacant lot at the entrance of the village.

The elder brother took a sharpened bamboo and walked to the center of the crowd. This time, he finally got a weapon that was convenient for him. The elder brother looked solemn and spoke in a loud voice.

He said: "Fellow villagers, even a dog will jump over the wall when it is desperate! What's more, we are human beings! We Hunanese are tyrannical and fearless. We stand on the

Here, we are defending our homes, our property, and our lives! The expropriation team wants to demolish our homes and take away our food.

We will never agree to your food!"

"Never!"

"Fight them!"

The elder brother shouted again: "Fellow villagers, we not only have

Morale! I also want to tell you that we have the ability to win this time. As long as everyone listens to the command and follows the method we have practiced before,

If we come again, we will definitely win! Now, everyone should work in groups according to the plan we practiced before!"

The collection team was getting closer and closer. The police and security guards in front could already see the movement in the village. At the entrance of the village, several aunties and old people were pointing fingers at the collection team or cursing at them. The members of the collection team had seen this kind of situation many times before, and there was a trace of disdain and sneer on their faces. The captain waved his hand and signaled the team to stop. He took off his hat, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and joked to his colleague beside him: "It seems that those people are still a little unconvinced. Let them suffer a little!"

The members of the collection team raised their batons and wooden sticks, with a fierce look in their eyes. The tractors and three-wheeled motor vehicles also stopped, and the township cadres got off the vehicles, holding various "weapons" in their hands, looking like they were ready to "do a big job".

At the command of a certain leader, the collection team rushed forward. Those who had cursed the collection team at the beginning at the entrance of the village ran away. This was normal. Once they were caught by the collection team, they would be beaten severely and locked up to "bleed". They would not let you off easily unless they were fined to the point of bankruptcy. The strong and healthy collection team members rushed forward "without hesitation".

This situation has happened many times before, and they were very good at it every time. I still remember that more than a month ago, in another township in the same county, some villagers petitioned collectively. Their modern team rushed into the village and beat and arrested anyone they saw. The villagers with quick legs and feet ran away immediately, but there were also some who didn't have time to run, or who thought they didn't cause any trouble, so they didn't run. These people were either elderly, or had never participated in petitioning or were just visiting relatives from other provinces. They thought it had nothing to do with them and it wouldn't be a big deal, so they stayed in the village and didn't run away.

Who would have thought that these people would rush in and beat anyone they saw without any reason, even a primary school student from the neighboring county who was visiting relatives. For a while, the room was filled with the sounds of punching and kicking, the sound of things being smashed, and the sound of people being beaten.

The sounds of people begging, children crying, chickens flying, dogs barking, pigs jumping over the wall mixed together. Someone said a few words, and then he was beaten with an electric baton.

His face was immediately covered in blood and he fainted; some elderly people were so frightened that they were stunned on the spot and did not move, but they were still beaten and dragged into the car with blood at the mouth.

All those who were caught were tied up with ropes and then beaten for more than an hour for no reason. If anyone dared to argue, they would pour boiling water on their heads, making them scream.

They made inhuman noises. When the villagers were beaten to their knees one by one, until they were tired, they put heavy shackles on their feet.

The shackles weigh more than eight kilograms. Once you put them on, they force you to run circles, and if you can't run anymore, you will be beaten.

The members of the joint defense team believed that if nothing unexpected happened, this time would be no different from the previous ones.

"What the hell is this......"

A dozen members of the joint defense team chased an old man into the alley, but when they went in, they saw a group of villagers holding "long weapons" standing opposite them, staring at them fiercely. In their hands, they held sharpened bamboo poles, hoes, dung forks, and rakes. Before the members of the joint defense team could react, the villagers took steps and rushed over.

At the same time, the children lying on the eaves also took action. They took out the slingshots that had been processed by adults. This time, they could use the slingshots to "play" freely without worrying about being scolded by their parents. The children lying on the eaves "delivered firepower" to the tax collectors who were running away with their heads in their hands. Although the "ammunition" fired could not kill people in one shot, it was enough to tear people's skin and flesh, and it would directly "explode" if it hit the eyes.

The scattered joint defense team members fled to the entrance of the village in a panic. The villagers chased them out waving all kinds of weapons. For a while, the whole village seemed to be full of shouts and screams. The batons and sticks in the hands of the collection team were completely useless. They were afraid of the strong and did not have the courage to fight the villagers. They fled in panic. But before they could gain a firm foothold at the entrance of the village, fireworks and various earthen "black powder" were thrown at their feet. The majestic collection team was completely defeated.

Those who were trapped in the village and could not escape hid in the dirty and smelly toilets of farmers in panic. They dared not move even though maggots crawled on their feet and clothes, fearing that they would make noise and be discovered by the villagers chasing them. Those who fled outside the village wanted to evacuate as soon as possible, but they did not expect that there were villagers with weapons outside the village, blocking their escape route.

The elder brother who led the charge looked into the distance and said with satisfaction: "Great, the villagers from Lijia Village, Xiaozhang Village, and Liujialing have all sent out troops as agreed. This time, we will unite and catch these bastards in one fell swoop!"

For these collection teams, there was one direction that was not blocked by the villagers, that is, the place to cross the river. The river was very wide, at least more than 100 meters, and the "remnants" of the collection team were chased by the villagers all the way to the river. They begged for mercy and begged the villagers not to get closer, but in return they only got a hoe hitting their heads. The desperate collection team members jumped into the river and tried desperately to swim to the other side with all their strength.

Chapter 128 Let our voice spread

Farmers in history first chose to file a complaint, and today farmers first choose to petition. They are all committed to finding an external force that can seek justice for them. Farmers' direct resistance, especially organized direct resistance, is mainly after the failure of scattered and moderate petition efforts. The originally honest farmers have become less "gentle, kind, respectful, frugal and modest".

Long before today's "ambush" began, when the brother went to the surrounding villages to mobilize the people, he thought that it would take a lot of talking and work, but he did not expect that things would develop more smoothly than expected. The folks in the surrounding villages were as indignant as his own village, and the only thing missing was someone bold enough to take the lead.

In other villages, my brother also learned about their stories of "struggle".

The villagers of a certain village petitioned the provincial party committee again and again, even going so far as to Beijing, which finally alarmed the provincial party committee and attracted a provincial investigation team to move in. The villagers thought that they had finally waited for someone to uphold justice, but they did not expect that the investigation team included cadres from the county. As a result, the objectivity of the investigation results was not surprisingly greatly compromised.

The written materials presented by the investigation team not only evaded the relevant provisions of the national burden reduction policy, but also did not mention whether the burden on farmers was too heavy.

The problem is that they openly cover up the corruption of town and village cadres. What is the money that is handed in used for? Should the village pay for it?

They also said that the money went to "repay loans from the previous village leadership" or "other loans". So where did the village leadership take these loans?

Was it embezzled or misappropriated? Why should the villagers be levied such loans whose whereabouts were unknown? No one said a word.

However, they were able to conclude that “the accounts were handled clearly and no corruption by village cadres was found.”

In addition, petitioners are still referred to as "criminals" in written materials, and those who are arrested are still imprisoned in "small

Their hands were handcuffed behind their backs for two to four hours a day. When eating, they couldn’t hold the bowl or chopsticks with their handcuffed hands behind their backs. They had to eat like pigs and dogs.

Lying on the ground, stretching its neck, licking and chewing.

I could bend my back and use my hands, which were handcuffed behind my back, to take off my pants with difficulty, so I couldn't wipe my butt. I could only sleep on my side.

I was covered in sweat and had nightmares every night. I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.

There were many other villages with similar situations. The farmers, who were devastated, heard that the township was gathering "troops" from various villages to "attack" the village where my brother lived. They also felt grief for the loss of their lives and thought, "It will be their turn tomorrow, will it be our turn the day after tomorrow?" They were also filled with anger, and my brother only used a few words to bring out the anger in everyone's hearts:

"This year our village was hit by a flood, but the burden is the same as before. Our fellow villagers have been suffering for a long time, and you are the same!

Most of the money earned from farming all year round was taken away by those bastards......"

Before the elder brother finished speaking, the scene was already full of noise. The excited farmers quickly controlled the village cadres who wanted to inform on them, and then elected someone they trusted to lead them. They agreed with the elder brother that no matter which village the collection team was going to attack, people from the surrounding villages would come to support them.

We all advance and retreat together.

The only thing that hit my brother was probably a township in the next county.

It's not because this township is under strict control, but because the leader of this county is somewhat "out of tune" with the other cadres. He actually reduced the tax burden of the neighboring county this year, which allowed the villagers in the neighboring county to grit their teeth and get by this year, unlike the county where my brother lives.

The villagers in the county could not get through it even if they gritted their teeth.

The neighboring county also suffered a disaster, but the secretary of their county committee

He was an "outlier" who "seeked truth from facts". He made clear requirements to his subordinates: "No delay, concealment or omission of disaster reports". He also stayed in the countryside to understand the on-site situation and tried every means to minimize the losses caused by the disaster. He was also realistic with his superiors and directly told them when making reports.

Provincial and municipal leaders said: "It will be difficult for us to complete this year's tasks."

The report of the county party secretary made many leaders present look at each other in bewilderment, wondering if they had heard it wrong. Because everyone was used to the slogan "Man can conquer nature", and many leaders were used to the bold words "a bumper harvest in a year of great disaster". The answer of the county party secretary was obviously beyond the expectations of the provincial and municipal leaders, and also made the leaders very dissatisfied. I am afraid that the career of this county head has come to an end.

Years of disaster are the time when it is easy to achieve "political achievements", and those who have "experienced" in municipal agencies are not unaware of this. As a young cadre, "political achievements" are even more needed. But he failed to overcome the "limitation" of his conscience. He grew up in the countryside, and he remembered very clearly that when he was a child, his hometown had to pay more grain because of the bragging and lies of the leaders above, and everyone had to go out to beg for food. Perhaps this experience was too unforgettable, which led him to choose the path of "cutting off his own future".

By "cutting off his own future", he saved hundreds of thousands of farmers from having to make a living, and they were not spread by the "fire" that started in the neighboring county.

"Uncle, aren't we going to fight them to the end? Why do we still have to go..."

"This is also a means of struggle, nephew, listen to me, do you know the armed fight that happened in Chenzhou five years ago? There were thousands of people, with guns and (earth) artillery, and they were organized, but the final result... The joint defense team is shit. It is certainly feasible for us to beat such a mob, but... I have to find a way out for my fellow villagers, or in other words, even if we have to sacrifice our lives, we can't let them throw dirty water on us."

In front of the villagers, the old man always showed confidence.

Like a general in ancient times, he could fight and command a large army.

Home, the villagers from all over the country have defeated several joint defense teams

The villagers also "liberated" those privately-run "prisons" and saved the

Now, the police station, township officials and

The remaining members of the joint defense team could only retreat into the county town, and the vast rural areas

The region has become a "dangerous" place.

However, as the "general who always wins" in the eyes of the villagers, my brother

I was always worried about what to do if I failed. When everyone was excited,

At that time, he urged everyone to move daily necessities to the mountainous area first, and then find a way to

Try to find a way out for everyone. But moving to the mountainous area is still only a temporary solution.

The old man with limited knowledge couldn't figure out the real

If you just want to get rid of it yourself, you will soon reach

It's easy to block them, but there are so many villagers, they still want

To keep them alive, we have to find a way for them to survive.

After thinking hard for a long time, the brother came up with a solution that was not really a solution.

He decided to stay and lead the struggle, and then let his nephew lead

Following another smaller group, they headed north.

"The difficulties you will face are no less than those of us who stay here.

You are small, you have to hide the truth and slip through their net.

If you go, you will inevitably have to sleep in the open air and take the most difficult roads.

There is a high probability that you will not be able to take the train, nor can you stay in a regular hotel.

You can't call us. If you make any mistakes on the way,

You may be caught, nephew, if you lead such a team

Wu, all the way to Beijing.

"Going to petition?" asked the nephew.

"No, you go to Tiananmen. There is a national flag in front of Chairman Mao's portrait at Tiananmen. Gather around that flag and

Every day, countless Chinese and foreigners pass by there, and there are cameras pointed at there. As long as you do this and spread the news about our situation here, we can win the support and sympathy of the people of the country. If we are not dead by then, maybe the villagers can return home; if we are dead by then, then the pollution

The fame and dirty water will not be able to get on us.”

At the same time, a player far away in Guangzhou, after listening to the project manager's report, looked at the leave application in his hand, and muttered to himself:

He said: "Damn it, this guy ran away with the two months' salary I gave him in advance? It's not impossible for him to extend his vacation. He can just make a phone call..."

Just as the players finished their complaints and went to the cafeteria to eat, an employee

Suddenly he came over to the player and said, "Boss, the guy we met is...he's famous now, he's on TV!"

"who?"

"It's xxx, the one who asked for leave to go back to his hometown to attend his father's funeral!" "How did he become famous?"

"Organizing a gang of violent criminals!" The employee then told the players all sorts of random news he had seen in newspapers and on TV. The players were so shocked that they kept shouting "Fuck! Fuck!" Then they quickly @ed the player in the WeChat group.

"We have a famous migrant worker NPC here, killing people randomly. If he wasn't an NPC, I would have thought he was one of ours. He's like a fucking corporate warrior... You can watch the prime-time evening news on xx TV in the game. Oh, by the way, where is the nearest black ops team member over there? Can you help check the situation?"

"Yes! Damn, there's still such a fun thing to join in! We must get involved!" a player said, "What did he do before? A migrant worker? Does he have the potential to cause trouble, or have you instilled some nonsense in him that has made him enlightened? People like him should be assigned to Giant God Company!"

Chapter 129: The Long Road

The street lamps on both sides of the street emit dim light, giving people a feeling of silence and mystery. In a corner of the city, there is an inconspicuous black hotel with a dim sign and a faint halo that looks particularly dim in the fog. A group of "anonymous" people moved into this hotel. The hotel owner has long been accustomed to doing business with all kinds of "mysterious" people. He led the customers through the narrow corridor, climbed a few steps, and came to the corridor on the second floor. There were simple rooms here, and the beds in the rooms looked "old", the bedding on the beds had turned yellow, and the air was filled with a damp and musty smell.

"Everyone, take a rest here tonight. We will get up at five in the morning and start our journey."