You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts-Chapter 518 - 244: Captain, Don’t Shoot, It’s Me

Brother Aniu was silent. Once again, he thought of his deceased mother and wife and child, as well as his daughter who was sold off to an unknown place.

He worked tirelessly all day, bearing the heavy burdens of taxes, yet couldn’t even fulfill his humble desire to protect his family.

Great Qi sucked the marrow from the bones of ordinary citizens like him, and when the court’s finances were troubled, it only chose to further burden the people.

Why should the people suffer?

Why not let those gluttonous dignitaries of Great Qi suffer?

They are the real beneficiaries of the Great Qi Kingdom!

They received the greatest benefits from Great Qi, and yet pay nothing in return!

Anihuo’s anger burned within him, rekindling his fighting spirit: "Until Celestial Capital falls, we will never cease fighting!"

The roar of rage echoed through the heavens, successfully boosting the army’s morale.

The soldiers of the Rebel Army shouted loudly, yearning to vent their pent-up anger and hatred. They wanted Great Qi’s dignitaries to realize that even cattle and horses have tempers!

After all, the Rebel Army was composed of countless people like Brother Aniu, doomed to be humble as dust from the moment of their birth.

Because the high and mighty dignitaries cannot hear the cries and pleas of cattle and horses; they only understand the clash of swords, and only death can make them bow their proud heads.

Of course, chopping it off does the same.

Several days later, news returned once more proving Ye Qingzhou’s judgment on the situation was correct.

Whether it was a princess marriage alliance or a promise of titles, it was all just Great Qi’s stalling tactic.

The Emperor of Great Qi was only trying to gain time to summon troops from the border to enter the capital to serve the court, hoping to call upon the Eighteen Lords to come and quell the rebellion together.

That’s why he needed to temporarily stabilize Brother Aniu, to delay the offensive of the Rebel Army.

If not for Ye Qingzhou’s warning, Brother Aniu, though brave yet lacking great ambition, might have already fallen into the trap and ultimately faced defeat and death.

Afterwards, the Rebel Army launched a fierce attack for over half a month, filling the trenches with countless corpses and blood, finally breaking through the grand wall standing before them.

The pairs of rough hands once used for wielding hoes, with skin still stained with earth, humble and weak, yet at this moment were united in a force that overturned the seemingly solid as fortified gold soup throne of Great Qi.

The anger of cattle and horses is enough to overturn the chessboard.

"Kill!"

"For our suffering fathers and mothers!"

"For our cruelly dead wives and children!"

"For the injustices we once faced!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

An eye for an eye, blood for blood.

Furious cattle and horses wielded simple weapons, their eyes blazing red, filled only with hatred.

The past oppressions and humiliations by Great Qi’s dignitaries would be repaid tenfold and a hundredfold today!

If there’s a grudge, take revenge!

If there’s resentment, act upon it!

Ye Qingzhou, through Brother Aniu’s perspective, personally witnessed how the tide of the era swept away everything; the old barriers crumbled before the surging waves.

The Rebel Army’s morale was as high as a rainbow, their fighting spirit like blazing fire, wherever they went, Great Qi’s government forces crumbled at a touch, defeat was inevitable as they lacked the fighting spirit surmounting death.

In comparison, most of the Rebel Army soldiers crawled out from piles of corpses, holding onto a belief of living towards death, for they had nothing left to lose.

The city gates were breached, and Great Qi’s Celestial Capital consequently fell.

In the ensuing days, long knives were stained with blood, Celestial Street was paved with the bones of officials and nobles, and the inner treasury burned to embroidered ashes.

The Imperial Celestial, amidst waves of uprising, became a river of blood, with countless Royal Family bones covering the once bustling streets.

In the rage of the people, those once seemingly invincible figures showed their lives were actually so fragile, shattering at a touch.

No matter how immense your power, how wealthy your estate, once beheaded, you still die.

The founding heroes of the Great Qi Kingdom were also outstanding heroes, who fought tooth and nail to establish this realm.

But unfortunately, the descendants of heroes aren’t necessarily heroes, and the offspring of outstanding individuals aren’t necessarily outstanding. Today’s dignitaries in Great Qi have long forgotten the glory and faith of their ancestors, they indulge in a delusional existence.

So, they failed, defeated at the hands of those dusty-leg nobodies they once sneered at, dead and extinct, laughed at by all.

In all this, Ye Qingzhou saw the power in faith and resolve, musing to himself: "Extreme Will of Life and Death, to decipher life and death one must focus on the will..."

The Rebel Army, possessing faith and resolve, swept through the remnants of the old era almost effortlessly, particularly Brother Aniu, trained by Ye Qingzhou as the ’number one expert in the world,’ was an unstoppable force on the battlefield.

With one man and one sword, he could sweep through a thousand troops like rolling up a mat, conquer the Eighteen Lords, and under his sword, head after head of Great Qi’s renowned generals rolled, until all four corners submitted, the world bowed.

In the autumn of the twelfth year of Zhengping, Great Qi fell, Great Wei arose.

Brother Aniu formally ascended the throne at Celestial Capital, becoming the Wei Gaozu Emperor.

That night, the gorgeous and gentle princess of the former dynasty, like a trophy, was delivered to Brother Aniu’s chamber.

And Brother Aniu, as if conquering the world, conquered the once unreachable celestial princess upon the bed.

In the spring, the horse’s hooves rejoiced around the Celestial Capital in a day’s tour.

Several months after establishing dominion, his daughter, originally sold to merchant families as a slave and servant, now dressed in fine clothes, riding a lavishly decorated carriage, arrived at Celestial Capital, leading to a poignant father-daughter reunion.