Chapter 270: First Battle Victory

The morning light is like a gentle painter, awakening the sleeping city with a gentle and warm brushstroke. However, for some people, this morning light is like a sharp sword blade, dazzling and with a chill that penetrates the bone marrow.

In this quietness, Qian Renxue's order is like a stone thrown into the center of the lake, stirring up layers of ripples.

The Wuhun Hall system instantly became active after her order was issued. The doors of the worship halls in various places were closed, and the reception windows that were usually bustling were also quietly closed at this moment, replaced by a strengthened warning line, which looked solemn and strict.

The city gates and key facilities were full of elite troops sent by the Wuhun Hall. They were like iron walls and copper walls, guarding the veins of the city.

Those idle soul masters suddenly received a task commission from the Wuhun Hall. While maintaining order, they also speculated on the secrets hidden behind this sudden change.

Markets, docks, ports, and even warehouses were closed one after another under the thunderous actions of the Wuhun Hall and the Tiandou Empire. It was as if the city was slowly covered by a huge curtain, and it was completely ready for war.

This tense atmosphere not only chilled the hearts of the nouveau riche who had smelled the wind in advance, but also caused endless speculation and panic among the city residents.

Within one day, several idle people in society who spread false rumors were arrested. Their arrests were like fire igniting grass and trees. The uneasy mood spread rapidly and spread across the city like wildfire.

And this was not a case in a single city, but from north to south, almost at the same time, the same scene was staged in the key transportation hub cities in all major grain-producing areas.

Residents had nowhere to find answers, so they could only curl up at home, around the fire, and whisper with relatives and friends about this sudden change.

"Such a huge battle, is it going to be a war? But haven't we already defeated the Xingluo Empire? What war is there to fight?"

A worried man asked quietly.

"Who knows? I tell you, don't tell anyone about this. I heard that the empire may confiscate the grain of each household and then distribute it uniformly!"

A mysterious woman lowered her voice and revealed.

"These officials are really damned. They did some food allocation before, but so much food was wasted by those greedy rats. Now they want to take away our rations. Isn't this going to make us starve to death at home?"

An angry old man was indignant.

Similar remarks fermented and mutated among the crowd, becoming more and more intense, and finally gathered into a strange social wave, sweeping the entire city, making people panic and at a loss.

Under the strict organization and personal command of the senior soul master, the execution teams were like sharp sword tips, piercing the heart of the prosperous aristocratic district.

They ignored the exquisite carvings on the gorgeous gates, knocked them open, and broke into the world of the rich.

The mess after the carnival in the hotel had not yet been cleaned up. The wealthy businessmen lying on the luxurious beds were still immersed in the joy of last night and the laziness of today, but they were dragged out of the warm quilt.

These businessmen with big bellies and terrified faces were taken away like lambs to be slaughtered, and this storm-like action advanced step by step from the periphery to the core area, eroding the tranquility and comfort of the noble area in circles.

Such a tough and ruthless approach undoubtedly brought huge psychological pressure to those weak nouveau riche who were still wavering and trying to find shelter.

"It seems that we still have to obey the orders of Her Majesty the Queen. After all, we are not the opponents of those people in the Spirit Hall." A businessman whispered.

"Obey that woman?! That's the hard-earned money I worked so hard to earn. It's better for me to kill myself now than to hand it all over!"

Another wealthy businessman looked livid, obviously unable to accept such a reality.

"Don't panic, everyone. We have a lot of food reserves in other warehouses outside the city. We must notify them as soon as possible to strengthen their vigilance."

A slightly calm businessman was about to take action.

However, just as he was about to raise the wrist of the customized high-end bracelet, a quick-eyed and quick-handed companion eagerly grabbed him and forcibly pressed his hand.

"Are you crazy? This bracelet was jointly developed by the Small Samsara Palace and the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. It is hard to guarantee that it does not have a monitoring function. If the news is leaked, it will be really over!"

Faced with this series of difficulties, everyone became more and more panicked.

"This won't work, and that won't work. What should we do now?" One person asked desperately.

"For now, we can only hope that the old nobles who are still on the periphery can think of their colleagues and follow their advice to withdraw from the city. Although life in the countryside is a bit hard, at least we can save our lives, which is better than sitting and waiting to die in this city."

"Alas, it's too late to say these things now. Let's think about how to deal with the next interrogation officials. I don't want to taste the "warm hospitality" of the empire." Another businessman said with a frown.

"Everything is over, it's all messed up!" A sigh came from the crowd, filled with despair.

The offensive of the execution team was like a raging fire, hitting the key points, catching those cunning merchants off guard.

Before they had woven a perfect delaying rhetoric and coping strategy, a large number of weak-willed accomplices could not bear the pressure and confessed all the secret warehouse locations.

Wuhundian acted quickly and led the citizen representatives to seal down these secret warehouses one by one. When the mountains of wheat flour without impurities appeared in front of everyone,

The doubts and confusion that had previously filled the hearts of the people suddenly disappeared, replaced by deep indignation and disenchantment.

"Let me tell you, there must be something wrong with these bad guys. It turns out they hid so much food secretly, which is why the food shortage in the market is so serious now!"

shouted a citizen representative indignantly.

"Well done! This is how we should deal with these profiteers. They speculate and hoard, making life difficult for us ordinary people. Look at my belt, it has to be tightened twice."

Another thin man was tugging at his waistband, complaining bitterly.

"Yes, yes, we must not let these hateful guys go. We must make them pay the price they deserve! We used to live a good life, but it is these people who make us hungry and full now."

A thin citizen complained vigorously.

"Don't just say it, distribute this food quickly, we can't wait to fill our stomachs!"

Someone in the crowd urged eagerly.

For a time, the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere was like a breeze, sweeping away the numbness caused by tension and hunger that originally enveloped the hearts of the crowd.

These vivid scenes, as well as the previously shocking pictures of grain reserves, were made into news reports and quickly pushed to the smart bracelets of every household in the city.

The start of this battle seemed to be particularly smooth and the results were remarkable. It was like a triumphal song of justice, echoing in every corner of the city.

However, the real challenges and tests may be yet to come, but at least at this moment, hope and strength are rekindled in the hearts of the people.