"You...you damn bastard, go to hell, go to hell!"
Loken fell into madness. After knowing that Liu Mo was the mastermind of everything, he angrily drew his machete and rushed towards Liu Mo desperately.
His attack was full of hatred and anger, with such momentum that he would never look back.
It has to be said that Loken's martial arts skills are also quite good, but because he lost his mind, he quickly fell into a disadvantage.
Oath quickly slit his throat, and the blood spurted from his neck spread all over the floor, causing a Safa official to scream repeatedly.
"I hate it so much...if the king were here!!!"
When he fell down, Loken said these last words and at the same time looked in the direction of Abdul.
No wonder he was so unwilling. Among the Safa nobles present, he was the only one who fulfilled his duties faithfully. But he had to work with such a bunch of losers, and he was dragged down by them.
And Liu Mo also summed up a saying from him: Never cooperate with Silly Que, otherwise you will either be pissed to death or tricked to death.
"Kill!" Liu Mo's face darkened and he shouted sternly.
How could the remaining Safa guards in the hall still have fighting strength? The battle started quickly and ended quickly.
Other officials, including Fei Chong, were all killed by the Hu tribe and the Daxia coalition forces.
Immediately afterwards, Liu Mo went into battle personally and led his men to capture the city gate of Safa.
As the gate of Mars City slowly opened, illuminated by the blazing fire, the sound of clattering horse hooves pushed the tragedy of the city to its climax.
Now, even if the gods of the Safa people come, they will not be able to save the city.
The resistance in the city did not last long. Without the command of the officers, the group was leaderless. Coupled with the numerical disadvantage, the guarding troops were quickly annihilated under the cooperation of internal and external forces.
The battle ended quickly, but some things were out of Liu Mo's control.
These things can be said to be within Liu Mo's expectation, but they have caused changes and chaos that are difficult to manage.
This change is that after the fall of any city, there will be more or less massacres and forced demolitions of civilians. But everything happened so suddenly tonight that Liu Mo, an experienced commander, could not contain it.
What started was the rescued Hu prisoners of war. After wiping out the guards in the city, the freed barbarians desperately vented the torture they had suffered in the city. They wanted to return all the humiliation they had received to the Safa people. .
Hu soldiers armed with sharp knives robbed houses from house to house, set fire to street after street, and killed Safa people on sight. No matter old, young, women or children, no one was spared.
Massacre, robbery, jianyin, these actions have become the main theme of the night.
For a time, cries and begging for mercy resounded throughout the sky.
When Liu Mo realized that the situation was out of control, he immediately tried to stop it.
But the problem is that those who committed violence were all Hu people, and they were just allies of Daxia.
In the mind of the Hu people, murder, arson, rape and robbery are commonplace. Instead of stopping them, their generals took the lead in the attack.
Seeing such atrocities by the Hu people, the Daxia soldiers who followed Liu Mo began to waver.
"The Hu people have done it, why can't we do it?"
"If we don't take the money, are we stupid?"
"There are so many beautiful women, why not have fun?"
As a result, despite Liu Mo's efforts to stop them, Daxia soldiers also began to secretly join the ranks of Hu soldiers.
Flames spread in the city, and crimes continued to occur in the city that the Safa people were proud of. The dark side that was usually hidden in the hearts of soldiers and bound by morality and etiquette was completely released on this night.
In this city shrouded in flames, the victimized civilians screamed and cried, but to no avail.
Liu Mo and Zhao Da tried their best to stop it, but it had no effect at all because they were already crazy.
The only people who weren't crazy were a hundred or so people, all of whom were battle-hardened veterans of Great Xia. They have seen and experienced such things.
When people reach middle age, their faith begins to become deeply rooted. When they are old, they are afraid of going to the underworld and the punishment of the Tenth Palace of Hell, and the goodness in their hearts slowly takes over. Of course, it may also be because they already have strong immunity.
But Liu Mo would not order these veterans to stop the soldiers who had fallen into madness.
Out of sight, out of mind, finally, Liu Mo handed over the next matter to Zhu Min, who had full authority to handle it.
"Brother Liu Xian, go and rest. I will take care of everything."
Liu Mo didn't know how he spent the night. He only vaguely remembered sitting by the river, with his back to the burning city, half asleep and half awake under the river breeze, watching with a cold eye.
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At dawn, Liu Mo slowly opened his eyes. The fire in the city had gradually extinguished after burning all night.
After this night of baptism, this beautiful city in the Western Region has become a ruin, a ruin full of stench.
Massacres, looting, forced demolitions, these criminal acts also came to an abrupt end as the fire was extinguished.
Liu Mo knew that most of the reason was that all the things had been robbed and his lust was vented this night. The bodies of the Hu soldiers were also exhausted. Even if they wanted to do bad things, they couldn't.
At this time, the Hu generals began to restrain the troops and mobilize soldiers to restore order.
If what Gao Qi led the Hu troops in Rongcheng was like hell on earth, then Mars City at this time is definitely on the 18th floor of purgatory.
Most of the dead were civilians without any fighting skills, many of them underage children.
Those who were burned to death, those who were hacked to death with machetes, those who were thrown to death, and those who were tortured to death...
Each of their faces was distorted, and many of them had their eyes widened, with helpless expressions that seemed to tell them all the evil deeds that had happened last night.
On the contrary, the square is one of the few places that has not been robbed. The statue of the patron saint of the Safa people stands alone in the square, but it can only watch all this happen, unable to do anything.
This statue seems to be a kind of irony at this moment.
God is nothing but a creature of nothingness, a product of obscurantist policies. He can't save anyone.
Just under the statue, a Daxia general was bent over and vomiting violently.
"What's the matter, Zhao Da?" Liu Mo stepped forward and asked him.
"Uncle, I really can't stand it anymore!" Zhao Da said, "These Hu people are so cruel."
Liu Mo glanced around and saw that the entire square was filled with corpses. The scene was truly terrifying.
"This is what war is like, Zhao Da. If my city in Daxia is breached, the enemy will probably treat us like this." Liu Mo comforted him.
"There are many such records in history books. In our war with the Zhou Dynasty, there were too many such sieges. What you see is just an inconspicuous small fragment."
"I wish my Daxia would be strong and prosperous, and my Daxia people would never suffer like this!"
"I hope so!" Liu Mo responded.
