Three hundred fine cavalry swept through the southwest of Fucheng. In a moment, they killed Zuo Liangyu's servants like chopping melons and vegetables, leaving cold corpses on the bare ground.
Before Emperor Wu Ding and the others rode away, a group of refugees surged up from the city. They squatted in front of the injured servants, and amidst the inhuman screams of Zuo Liangyu's servants, they began to cut off the servants with skillful movements. The flesh on the body.
Zhang Dong and the three hundred Liaoxi soldiers looked at the devouring refugees around them, their teeth chattering unconsciously. This scene was so horrifying that not even these murderous warriors could stand it.
Liu Zhaosun looked at the refugees coldly, whipped his horse and galloped wildly. The horse passed by a hungry refugee, who was still burying his head in feasting. The saber galloped past, and the head flew high in the air.
"Kill them all!"
At the emperor's order, the Liaoxi horsemen who had already run half a mile turned their horses, each raised his sword, and started slashing and killing the bandits who were still eating people on the ground.
There were screams in the wilderness, and the refugees fled in all directions.
Zhang Mazi looked up at the sky. The fog of the big explosion in Wang Gongchang had long since dissipated, but the sky was still gray. This servant who had come all the way from the Saarhu battlefield was still not used to what was happening in front of him.
When a drop of human blood splashed into his eyes, Zhang Mazi was stunned for a moment, his eyes returned to coldness, he picked up the Yanling knife and joined in the sudden massacre.
More than a hundred refugees were quickly killed by them. The emperor stood on his horse and wiped the blood from his face with his dragon robe. After confirming that there were no survivors, he ordered the money and food from the servants to be distributed to everyone.
Tan Er stood trembling and witnessed the entire killing process. The cook's face turned pale with fear and his fingers were still trembling.
Zhang Dong got off his horse, walked to the cook, and handed over a piece of dried meat.
"Here, what you touch from a dead person is not human flesh."
Tan Er reached out to take it, sniffed it, and swallowed it in one gulp.
They searched Fucheng but found nothing, not even rats. Fucheng County under the plague was similar to the capital. The people died and the remaining food was looted by thieves.
The plague in the capital was completely out of control, the Wanggong Factory explosion and the mini-glacial climate, rats, droughts, and locusts took turns in Beizhili, coupled with the refugees and the looting by the army, the natural and man-made disasters in this plane were a hundred times more tragic than in the original history.
"Mr. Zhang,"
Tan Er ate the beef jerky, his fingers finally stopped shaking, and he looked up at Zhang Dong. When Tan Er first met Zhang Dong, Zhang Mazi was still the Commander-in-Chief of the Chinese Army Guard, so he always called him Commander-in-Chief Zhang.
"Why did the emperor become like this?"
Tan Er's voice was very low. When he said this, he carefully looked around. Liu Zhao and Sun Zheng were standing in front of a refugee corpse in the distance. Tan Er was not sure whether the emperor could hear them - it is said that the emperor has sharp ears and eyes now. .
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
Zhang Dong squatted beside Tan Er, raised his neck and looked at the sky, shook his head and sighed.
It's funny to say that after escaping from the capital, all the familiar faces in Kaiyuan died one after another. Among the familiar people around him, the cook at Zu Dashou's house was the only one left in front of him.
"It must be pimple disease."
Everyone calls the plague a pimple disease. Zhang Dong has been with Emperor Wu Ding since before Sarhu. These days, this servant has followed the emperor to kill all the way, and he can't help but think about it in his spare time.
Tan Er listened carefully to Zhang Mazi's analysis and added next to him:
"Are you saying that the emperor has contracted black pimple disease?"
Zhang Dong said anxiously: "What nonsense are you talking about! I am saying that the plague and bandits invaded the capital, causing the emperor's temperament to change drastically. However, this is not the first time,"
"Eight years ago in Saarhu, the emperor did the same thing, just two days before the blue flag was raised..."
As Zhang Dong talked, he recalled the distant past. He had worked in the Coin Yiwei for a long time, and his mind became more and more flexible and he thought about things more clearly.
"Salhu?" Tan Er said with confusion on his face.
Zhang Dong reached out and patted Tan Er's forehead, and said impatiently:
"Why are I telling you this? You were still steaming buns at Zu Dashou's house at that time. You know how to use a hammer!"
After saying that, he looked up at Emperor Wu Ding, who was reining in his horse in the distance, and murmured:
"I remember that before Sarhu, the Thirteenth Master was also so decisive in killing, killing people without blinking an eye..."
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The cavalry swept across the vast plains and entered the rolling hills and mountains. Ruined villages appeared in sight. The deserted villages were like old tombstones, retreating quickly amidst the sound of horse hooves and disappearing into the darkness.
Occasionally, a few hungry thieves or defeated soldiers appeared in the field of vision, and were chopped to death by Emperor Wu Ding. Usually, they were split in half in the middle of the skull. The movements were completed in one go, and the broken bones were transformed into the hooves of the galloping horses. Wisps of dust.
He holds the Yan Fei Dao that has killed countless people, and occasionally uses it to kill dogs. Along the way, there are more animals than people.
The beasts eat human flesh, their own children, or other people's. Emperor Wu Ding also used his sword to kill wild dogs that appeared out of nowhere more than once.
In this land, people are dying, and animals are living happily. They occupy villages and towns, and sometimes appear in human form.
Emperor Wu Ding galloped all the way with the war horse under his crotch, and his body undulated like waves, just like the ups and downs he had experienced in the past eight years.
Sometimes, he would stop and try to recall the past, but he couldn't think of anything clearly. The only explanation was that those memories were so painful that the memory itself would kill himself, and the memory would kill the memory.
He remembered what Ke Zhen'e and Zhang Zhenren had said to him, saying that he was a late bloomer and had a strong character, and the people around him would always be implicated by him and die badly.
He looked back at Zhang Dong who was following him. Fortunately, Zhang Mazi was not dead.
Is it really just because of fate?
If Liu Zhaosun hadn't gone his own way, if the time traveler hadn't acted arbitrarily, how could those people have died?
Fortunately, he couldn't remember clearly. If he were asked to count the names of the victims one by one, he would go crazy, like those dogs that were hacked to death.
So, people can't help but ask, who is the beast?
Are they the dogs with red eyes after eating human flesh, or are they the ones who wielded their swords to kill all the Wu Ding Emperors who might threaten him, as well as the group of people who followed the emperor?
Liu Zhaosun didn't think about these issues. Now, he only followed his instincts in everything, like a cruel lion, killing everyone who broke into the territory and anyone who might harm his wife and children. That person was a thief, a thief. The Ming army may also be a dog with red eyes on the roadside.
On the horizon ahead, a city finally appeared, a big city he had never seen before.
Zuo Liangyu's camp was very close, and wisps of smoke rose around the camp.
The human fireworks illuminated the bloodstains on the emperor's butcher knife.
He comes from hell.
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