Over thirty thousand serfs had truly risen. Not to mention the hundred or so managers by his side, even the entire five hundred men of the Tiger Tail Village's defense squad couldn't possibly stop them.
If they could swiftly execute the hundred or so leading the front, it would be enough to intimidate the remaining serfs. Once they gained momentum, the problem would become substantial.
Fortunately, these serfs did not have weapons, only the iron picks and shovels given to them last night for clearing the snow paths.
The picks and shovels were civilian tools, made from the most common Ten-forged Iron. With these, how could they possibly think they could risk their lives against them?
Zhang Hai's body charged straight forward, as these thoughts quickly flashed through his mind, a sinister smile crossed his face, commanding the hundred or so people beside him.
Unfortunately, just as he was about to speak, a cold gleam suddenly stabbed from the side, directly interrupting him.
