Of course, beyond that, there were still quite a few other factors influencing these people.
First, this group had all come from a bandit background. They were killers and highway robbers by nature, unrestrained and lawless, with little reverence for the Great Yong Dynasty. They were bold to begin with; rebellion was not enough to scare them.
Second, the Great Yong Dynasty's current situation truly was grim, further stirring their ambitions.
To be fair, the southern rebellion had dragged on for so long without being suppressed. It was hard not to question whether Great Yong's strength had already waned like rivers running dry, whether it could no longer sustain the current state of affairs.
To put it in a more common example, it was like a listed company constantly receiving negative news—its stock price would naturally keep falling. The principle was the same.
They had been bold from the start, and now they saw that the Great Yong Dynasty was not some tiger's backside that could not be touched. Once they hardened their hearts, naturally they would go with the flow and pull off something big.
If they succeeded, a bicycle became a motorcycle. If they failed, it did not matter much. At worst, they could keep running, hide their names and identities, take on new names, and continue robbing homes and plundering travelers. They would not starve to death.
For all these reasons, the group of Jingshan Bandits led by the burly man surnamed Wang eagerly accepted this assignment. Disguising themselves as disaster victims, they blended into the boundless sea of people and entered Lingwu City.
According to the information they had received beforehand, Lingwu City, one of the few great cities in the Northern Lands, was extremely wealthy, steeped in martial culture, and had properly settled the refugees