Yuzhou.
A former Great Moon Pass.
The weather was dull and dry, and even the air was churning.
In summer, there is a lot of rain, and in this land that borders Daqing, it will seem particularly heavy.
Before the storm comes, it is the most boring and hot, as if there is something pressing on the heart, making it difficult to breathe freely for a long time, making people upset.
Sweat would fall down your cheeks and from your forehead. Occasionally, if it accidentally dripped on your lips, you would feel a trace of hot salty water rippling away. It didn't taste good.
However, now these people in the city no longer have to worry about the excessive rain and unbearable temperatures in summer.
Because there are not many people still alive.
"Tap."
Soldiers wearing feathers on their heads walked through the streets.
The weather was too hot, and the city had already belonged to them, so the armor on his body had been taken off, revealing his strong arms, carrying a package stained with bright red spots, and the footsteps sounded slightly heavy.
The rain hasn't had time to fall yet, but the feet are covered with red mud.
After nearly ten days of fermentation, a particularly unpleasant smell had begun to float in the city and lingered for a long time.
I heard that the commander-in-chief Liu Xuanqi has ordered that the corpses in the city be gathered together and burned.
'Tsk, how can we finish burning with so many people? '
he thinks.
As for digging holes, it's even more troublesome. These are all enemies, and they will die if they die. Why bother?
Wasn’t the city in front not buried?
Why should this city be buried?
If he had to tell me, the commander-in-chief must have made Liu Xuanqi regret it. He had grabbed enough and refused to let them loot more! Deliberately using those lame excuses to hold back low-level soldiers like them so that his own soldiers can grab more!
'In this case, we must hurry up. The more we find, the more we can be masters when we go back! '
With this thought in mind, he weighed the package on his shoulders a little.
There was a clear and melodious sound coming from inside, enough to make anyone fascinated.
There is gold and silver, jades, calligraphy and paintings. Many things that have never been seen in this life are now being carried by him!
This voice is something he never gets tired of hearing, and it fills him with strength.
Of course, in addition to these very precious things, there were also a little bit, insignificant, bright red water droplets gently sliding down with his movements and sinking into the ground.
His eyes were constantly scanning like a goshawk, and his ears were propped up, trying hard to watch everything going on around him.
When he walked into the house of a wealthy family, he suddenly heard some faint noises.
He felt happy and immediately rushed towards the place where the noise was coming from.
It's a pity that someone is faster than him.
When he arrived, he saw a soldier who was also wearing bird feathers, but more colorful than the bird feathers on his head, carrying a child who looked about eight or nine years old.
The child seemed to have been hiding in the woodshed for a long time. He still had a handful of uncooked rice in his hand. He must have been very hungry and came out to look for something to eat.
"Where's the money?"
He saw his companion tugging at the child's clothes, his eyes were like those of evil spirits, and his voice was extremely cold.
The child was so frightened that he could not speak.
"Where's the money?"
The man asked again, but still got no answer.
Then a long knife flashed past, and one of the child's arms was chopped off.
A heart-rending cry of pain rose into the sky in the already somewhat quiet city.
But this is not too sudden. This sound will always sound every once in a while, but it is not a big deal.
"Where's the money?!"
the man asked for the third time.
The child, who was crying almost crazily, did not answer, but shouted heartbreakingly: "Father, mother!"
The man finally lost his patience, threw the child to the ground, inserted a long knife into the heart, and stirred it slightly.
The disgusting voice finally fell silent.
The man glanced at him and spat, "What a bad luck!"
Then knock him away and start looking for the next target.
"Tch! Why are you so arrogant? The money you robbed may not be as much as mine!"
After the man walked away, he spat out viciously.
He looked at the silent child on the ground again, and shrugged helplessly.
In fact, he doesn't like killing people very much.
It’s okay to just kill a few at the beginning, what’s the benefit of killing all the time?
Blood is splattered on the clothes, isn't that dirty?
It's still sticky and annoying.
But one time he kindly let a person run away, but the person was stopped by a companion in the blink of an eye. The companion just chopped off three of the person's fingers, and the person took out a huge wad of silver!
That’s a bunch of silver! ! !
If he takes it home, he can add a few more cows!
You idiot Da Yue, I kindly spared your life and you didn’t give me any money, but you gave the money to others just by chopping off a few fingers!
You can't blame him!
Sure enough, after learning this skill, his package quickly became richer.
At first I just wanted to buy a large piece of land.
Later I thought I could add a few more cows.
Since we already have land and cattle, why can’t we have a big house?
Those pig-like and dishonest people in Dayue can live in a good attic, so why can't he?
Later he saw the wives and concubines of the officials.
That beauty is ten times more beautiful than the most beautiful widow in the next village!
No, no, no, a hundred times!
The skin feels tenderer than tofu, and even the voice sounds much nicer than that of old ladies in the countryside!
It's just that he died too quickly and it wasn't fun enough.
But it doesn't matter, as long as he gets enough money, he will definitely be able to marry a beautiful woman a hundred times more beautiful than the most beautiful widow in the next village like those masters!
These are great ideas, but they all cost money.
'I shouldn't have let that bastard go in the first place! '
Every time he missed an opportunity to make a fortune, he couldn't help but think of the large sum of money he had missed out of a moment of kindness.
What a shame. That should have been his!
You have to move faster. There are not many people left in this city. If you don't seize this opportunity to make another fortune, how will you live a good life in the future?
The steps towards the next place became faster and faster.
A pair of eyes watched all this quietly.
Many people think that the so-called city massacre means killing everyone in a city.
If he was really killed with a knife, it wouldn't be a relief.
It's a pity that the real massacre of the city is far more cruel than that.
The soldiers are not murderers. Even if they are really murderous, killing a few or dozens of them is enough. It will be tiring to keep killing people!
Just killing people can't bring them any benefits, so why keep doing it?
Just by the way.
What really matters to them is money.
A little silver can buy some rice.
A handful of silver can buy a lot of meat.
With a lot of money, you can consider buying a good house.
The soldiers are all very poor, otherwise why would they be fighting for their lives at the bottom with their belts tied around their necks?
Therefore, in order to live a better life in the future, it doesn't matter if you massacre the city or something like that.
It’s important to find money!
On the first day, the soldiers were just going in groups, knocking down doors from house to house, and giving them some money was enough.
That was the beginning, they hadn't tasted it yet. After killing a few people, they could be called gentle.
Some even refused to give money and just threatened with a knife, but generally they would not hurt anyone.
At this time, there were still many people in the city.
But by the second day, the property requested was too little, too little to even see.
There are only so many wealthy households in the city, how many people are nourished?
There are too many soldiers, and they cannot fight each other. Once they are caught, they will be killed without mercy.
What else can be done?
There are too many monks and too little food, asking for property slowly and leisurely. Others are covered with loot, and you have two pockets?
If you don’t rob, others will rob; if you don’t kill, others will kill.
Then go on a killing spree!
Facts have proven that by directly threatening to kill and actually implementing it, property that has been actively hidden can be gathered as quickly as possible.
Many people have made fortunes from their second-day killing spree.
When the soldiers who reacted slower came to their senses, the entire city had almost been washed.
But it doesn’t matter, people are still alive!
There are always people who dare to hide something secretly, and they can take it out even if they work hard.
Not to mention gold and silver, the woman's beautiful clothes must also be taken off. If the child is wearing a silver chain, he will naturally not be able to escape. It will only scratch the ground three feet.
By the third day, most people really have no money, so they just try their best to hide themselves and try to hide them tightly.
Although the city is large, there are not many places to hide people.
In order to survive, some of their original friends will also betray the good people they have hidden, or even take the initiative to look for them.
When they were unable to obtain satisfactory money even in this way, the soldiers would slaughter all the men and less attractive women.
The remaining pretty women will be gathered together, and they are also a type of property.
Of course, don't think that they are lucky to be alive. What they have to face and experience is by no means just the so-called lust.
Only by witnessing all this with your own eyes can you perhaps understand what purgatory on earth is.
The owner of those eyes lowered his head and tremblingly took out the brush and paper from his arms.
No ink.
So he squatted down and tapped the tip of the brush lightly on the ground.
Write vigorously and quickly.
The red is like cinnabar but brighter, and even the thick purple writing slowly emerges.
[. The two concubines both had their flesh exposed and their feet were deep into the mud up to their shins. The other concubine was holding a girl in her arms. They whipped her and threw her into the mud, and then drove her away. The women tied their necks with long ropes, which were as thick as pearls. Every step they kicked, the soil was all over their bodies. There were babies all over the ground, either on horses' hooves or on people's feet. Their livers and brains were all over the ground, and the sound of weeping filled the field. Walking through ditches and ponds, corpses are piled up, hands and feet are resting on each other's pillows, blood enters the water, turning into five colors, and the pond becomes flat.
As he wrote, he paused.
How should we end all this?
After hesitating for a moment, he continued writing without hesitation.
[There are no words to describe what I saw and heard during this time, and all the blood and tears turned into a letter. 】
[The letter is from the great master, the Mohist, please come quickly! ! ! 】
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