Youyan, Mozhou.
Snow covered the mountain ridges, and heavy snowflakes fell from the sky, gathering together to cover up the scarlet bloodstains on the ground.
A corpse stared with gray eyes at the same gray sky. The beard at the corner of his mouth was also covered with ice, but he was already dead.
On his right side, a broken spear lay horizontally, pointing crookedly at the village ahead.
Walking past him, there were mottled bloodstains stretching for hundreds of meters. Dozens of corpses lay like weeds in the snow, but no one was there to look after them.
In the village, a handsome man from Mobeiqu, wearing a mink hat and holding up his trousers, staggered out of a private house. He looked enjoying himself, but he was cursing.
"After all, the women from the southern villages are not as delicate as the beauties in the city."
Several Mobei soldiers outside laughed and rushed into the house. After a while, a woman's cry came again inside.
Qu Shuai spat, staggered his legs, and prepared to look elsewhere.
Entire villages of men had been exterminated.
It was a pity for the remaining women, because their team said that those who sneaked out of the city could not be brought back.
I don’t know what those people with the surname Yelu in the city are afraid of. Such heavy snow may even scare Changshengtian. No matter how powerful the southerners are, how dare they attack the city in this horrible weather?
Qu Shuai smacked his lips and thought for a while.
Just kill them all, there are still so many southern women in the city.
He picked up a handful of snow from the ground, rubbed it on his rough face, and then raised his head.
But the next moment, his eyes were covered.
In the endless snow, there seemed to be a tall shadow in the distance, standing on horseback at the entrance of the village and staring at him.
Qu Shuai was startled, but he immediately yelled: "Which boy from the Ministry! Are you looking for death?"
He cursed as he walked without any scruples.
This southern village belongs to him, so who dares to do the same thing?
But in his sight, he saw that the horse was slowly coming towards him.
When he got closer, the handsome man suddenly stopped talking, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
The man on the horse was clearly a Han man wearing a southern armor and a snow-white cloak!
He immediately touched the handle of the knife at his waist with one hand, and at the same time wanted to say hello.
But suddenly, a real sense of oppression fell from the sky, and then tightly wrapped him completely, as if there were stone walls on all sides, pressing hard against him.
Cold sweat broke out on Qu Shuai's forehead and his legs trembled, but he only lasted for half a breath before he knelt down heavily on the snow.
His mouth was wide open, but he could only make a hoarse sound from his throat. His face also turned into a mask of pain, and he watched the horse slowly approaching him.
I saw the knight on horseback with a pair of sword eyes full of indifference, and his expression was only cold.
Qu Shuai kept using all his strength, opening and closing his mouth, and with all his strength, he finally uttered a few words: "Spare, spare... my life."
The air pressure from all four sides suddenly merged into one, and the huge pressure instantly crushed him into powder. Blood splashed out, hit the air wall in the air, and was isolated and sprinkled on the ground.
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"Your Majesty."
A figure flashed out of the village, but it was Zhong Xiaokui holding a blood-stained hook and kneeling on one knee in front of Li Jing's mount.
In her sight, flags with the word "Tang" began to float out of the snow shadow behind Li Jing.
The artillery pieces were pushed by the soldiers and swarmed up the ridge overlooking half of Mozhou City.
"how."
Li Jing held back the anger in her chest and asked in a low voice.
Zhong Xiaokui straightened her back, cupped her fists and replied:
"I have asked about the real situation in Mozhou. There are currently more than 10,000 defenders in the city, of which 60% are from the Mobei army and 40% are from the former Yan area... The women in the village only rescued more than 50 people."
The veins on Li Jing's forehead popped out slightly. He called up Zhong Xiaokui and silently rode into the village.
The village is not big, and there are about a hundred corpses of Mobei people lying on their backs at this moment, and traces of previous resistance and fighting can be seen in the houses.
The corpses of the men in this village had all been covered up by the heavy snow, leaving only fifty women or young girls who had been brutally humiliated.
With a heavy sigh, Li Jing rode on the horse and looked at Mozhou City at the foot of the mountain in the distance.
With his eyesight, he could see individual figures wandering around the city.
He tilted his head and asked Zhong Xiaokui: "Do you have any reply from the Yan soldiers in the city?"
"Although the commander-in-chief said he was willing to follow the Holy Spirit to expel the foreign tribes, the envoy looked at his words with some vague words and was unwilling to make a decision."
"Ah."
Li Jing sneered and waved his hand.
The artillery pieces that followed began to adjust their angles and raise their muzzles under the command of the commander of the Shenji Battalion.
"I don't want to wait any longer. Since I have followed the thief, my hands will inevitably be stained with the blood of the people - send an order for Wang Yanzhang's troops to prepare to attack the city."
Zhong Xiaokui lowered his head and said yes, and hurried past Jingxiang, whose cheeks were red from the cold.
A quarter of an hour later, dozens of artillery pieces began to plunder the Mozhou city wall, attacking the defenders at the top of the Mozhou city in a covering manner.
All the Mobei troops who climbed onto the city wall were basically bombarded into rubble.
Wang Yanzhang, who had already been deployed outside the city, also launched a surprise attack. The moat bridge was easily built across the moat, and the siege vehicles also easily reached the top of the city.
The Mobei people who were still preparing to celebrate the New Year in the city had more than 6,000 heads chopped off in just one day.
All the foreign faces in the city who had no hair on their heads and had pigtails hanging down were beheaded.
The Holy One said that during the Chinese New Year, the sons of the Han family are going to make people from Mobei drink wine!
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In Youzhou City, somewhere in a prison.
The middle-aged uncle with a rather aged appearance, his hands and feet shackled, is sitting on a stone bench in the prison, looking tired. Although there were no signs of torture on his body, he was very thin.
At this moment, he was staring at a tall, beautiful figure across from him who was still barefooted in the cold weather.
...If the two little dots on that stupid mask can be considered eyes.
The vicissitudes of the middle-aged man finally couldn't hold on anymore. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a wry smile: "Great Shaman, I really don't know where your marshal has been sent..."
Yelv Zhiwu, who was wearing a navel-baring robe, snorted coldly and gently touched the bell on the staff beside him. His sweet voice was very low: "I don't think you dare to lie to others."
The middle-aged uncle with a vicissitudes of life coughed involuntarily, then raised his hand and shrugged, "I wonder what the great shaman is doing today."
Yelv Zhiwu lifted her up lightly with her bare feet and was in front of him in an instant.
"Don't worry, you will know later."
The vicissitudes of life in the middle-aged man only felt that his scalp was numb, and he was about to raise his hand when he suddenly heard the faint sound of a ringing sound coming into his ears.
In the blur of consciousness, he only felt complicated spells beginning to impact his brain.
…
It was getting late, and the gate of Youzhou city opened slightly.
A tall figure wearing green clothes and leather armor slowly walked out.
He squinted at the moon that was gradually appearing on the horizon, with a natural look on his face.
Behind him, a hooded figure stepped out.
In the shadow of the hood, a pleasant voice sounded: "Go, lead me to find Li Jing."
"Sanqianyuan, obey the order."
