The sky is gloomy and the drizzle falls on people's shoulders.

The resistance of the Munwu has calmed down. The bodies everywhere paved along the entrance and exit gate of the fort. There were many people crying inside. Some Dong family members who had not had time to run away were pushed by soldiers. The old, weak and young women and children in luxurious clothes knelt down. Around them, there were dark soldiers standing quietly in the rain, watching the pushed and kneeling down. A group of people who had once stood above everyone's heads were about to beheaded, including Dong Zhuo's 90-year-old mother.

This is a genocide that leaves no living words.

Gao Shun, the Bingzhou Army, was strong and burly, wearing dark black iron armor, and seemed indifferent and unfamiliar. He looked at the unbearable scene in silence, took off the blood-stained iron helmet, and looked up at the figures of the lives of these people standing on the arrow tower in the fort.

On the arrow tower, his hand brushed through the wooden railing with residual blood and dirt. This kind of execution was not the first time Lu Bu did. When Dong Zhuo was still alive, he killed many ministers, women and children for him. He had no idea how many lives he was under his commander. Once upon a time, he thought he could break free from a chief clerk in the army, go to a higher position, kill Ding Yuan, but became an executioner again.

So, if Dong Zhuo is killed this time, what will he be like in the future?

Dong Zhuo's family was cleaned up by attention and knelt down below... Lu Bu took a deep breath, lowered his head and glanced, and happened to be in contact with the sight from below. He waved his hand and issued an order.

Gao Shun turned around coldly and raised his arms. The soldiers around him stepped forward and raised the cold blades, trampled the women who wanted to struggle, cut off their heads, and rows of heads rolled onto the ground, dragging out long blood marks. Among the soldiers surrounding him, some people couldn't bear to look down. When they turned their heads aside, the black iron armored generals raised their arms again, and the soldiers who were sentenced to the next group.

Among the tortured prisoners, the toothless old woman struggled to kneel and walked two steps, her turbid eyes staring at the fiery red figure walking down from the arrow tower, and her hoarse and old voice shouted: "Lu Bu evil thief! Today, my Dong family should be retribution for the consequences, what about you!! I am waiting for you in the underworld with the whole family of women and children--"

The blade cut down and the shrill shouts came to an abrupt end.

Stepping onto the ground, Lu Bu looked at the old woman with a distant face expressionless face, "Isn't the outcome of the success and defeated bandits the same way..." His voice lowered slightly, as if he was to himself, as if he was to Cheng Lian, Song Xian and others beside him. Then he turned over the red rabbit and tied the reins: "Let's go, there is an old man in the prison."

His eyes swept over the piles of corpses on the ground again, and finally left with his troops.

The drizzle washed the ground.

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The cavalry rushed past the city gate stained with dark red. There was no one on the street, only patrol soldiers passed by. When they saw the cavalry coming, they made way.

Dong Zhuo died at Beiye Gate. It happened two days ago. The person who took action was Lu Bu. The old man he went to the prison to visit was imprisoned because of a dead person. I think he felt it was a bit unworthy.

The cell is dark and dull all year round, with only the half-dead torches dragging out the shadows of people.

"Shizhong Cai did not cry after entering the prison. Many ministers in the court pleaded for him. Marquis Wen came to see him. Is it because he had an old age?"

The prison head is a carefree man. At the age of fifty, he is probably used to seeing life and death in prison, but he no longer has awe of his identity. His tone seems to be polite with Lu Bu who came in.

"It's here."

Walking through a cell aisle, the head took off the chain from the door and opened it. Lu Bu waved to the head and asked him to go down, and walked in. The old man was wearing a coarse prison uniform, his pale bun was scattered to cover his face. He heard the sound of his steps stepping on the hay and raised his head slightly: "Why did Wen Hou come here to see me?"

The figure who came over squatted down opposite him.

"Have you ever regretted it?"

The white hair shook with her head, Cai Yong straightened his spine, looked at him, and smiled: "Did Wen Hou mean that I was crying in front of Dong Zhongying's body?"

Lu Bu turned his head, "Isn't it?"

"I don't regret..." The old man stood up holding the wall, a little weak, "I only regret that Dong Zhuo advised him too little and asked him to do too many wrong things... In fact, he is a good person, but too many people in the court look down on him and anger him... It's not his fault that he has come to this point."

Cai Yong walked slowly in the prison, "...I cried him... because he treated me like a teacher and friend, and it was considered a conversation between them."

The whole cell fell silent, and a slight light outside shone in through the gap. Lu Bu looked at the old man silently. Cai Yong approached and squatted down: "Wen Hou... you can't find the direction."

The figure nodded gently in silence.

The old man smiled on his face, sat down on the spot, crossed his legs, and looked kind: "Your heart actually started to find the direction when you killed Mr. Jianyang. You and I often gathered around Dong Zhongying, and you know some of the past. Maybe the time when Mr. Jianyang asked you to be the chief clerk was not deliberately restricted to you, but maybe it was to appreciate him, and I wanted to make Mr. Wen less impatient and reckless and more calm."

In the darkness, the mighty body clenched his fist on his knees. Cai Yong smiled and reached out to pat his shoulder: "The past is gone, why should Wen Hou blame himself? If you have done it, don't regret it."

"Just like you?" Lu Bu raised his head.

Cai Yong nodded: "Just like me, but I have taken a dead end and can't walk anymore. Although Wen Hou's future is confused, there is still a way to go."

"I...what should I... go?"

Lu Bu has always respected learned people, but now he has had contact with this old man on weekdays, and he often treats him with courtesy and occasionally asks some questions. However, this time the question is not as simple as before, and with his temperament, it is difficult to speak after all.

"Only people can walk their own path when they are alive, Wen Hou, you should take the path you want to take, rather than relying on others."

The old man said so.

The cell was silent for a while, and Lu Bu suddenly stood up and held the old man's wrist, "Shijun, I'll save you!"

"Mr. Wen should not be reckless. Dong Zhuo-gun has it. There are still many things you need to do outside. You should not offend the prince's teacher because of me." Cai Yong patted the big hand he grabbed, and his tone was calm and peaceful: "Death is not terrible, but there are some things in my heart that I want to ask you."

He looked at Lu Bu calmly: "The Book of Han has not been written yet. Can I keep it for me? There is also a young daughter in the family. If Wen Hou meets Zhao Ji in the future... and pass it over to her, would it be fine?"

The tall and mighty figure stood there quietly, watching him for a while.

"Okay, I will pass the book to my daughter for you." Lu Bu responded.

In the following time, the old man talked a lot. When Lu Bu walked out of the cell, the last trace of redness had dropped from the sky.

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Chapter completed!