The rising sun shines light on the earth.
The sunlight spreads on the clouds, and the sky shows bright agate red, shaking the mountains and rivers far and near.
The air in the morning is mostly fresh, but this time...
But there is a more bloody smell.
A huge chaos is spreading.
While Gao Shun defeated the Black Armored Army of Che Shi, Hututian, in Kucha, also launched the so-called "strike against the rebels".
Killing spread across the grassland and Gobi, like a blood-red tide, submerging all living things. Hu Tutian ruled the troops and horses, and at first he just said "a tooth sacrifice", but after he was turned on, he couldn't stop his hand, and his blood-red eyes stared at tribes after tribe.
Although some of the Kucha tribe organized sporadic resistance, they were crushed without a trace under this catastrophe.
Lu Bu may know, but maybe he doesn't.
But generally, I should know it.
Because Hu Tutian sent back some cattle, sheep and forage to Lu Bu, it said that this was "trophy".
The blood-red stained on these "trophys" is equivalent to Hututian's temptation. Lu Bu did not respond much to such temptation, which made Hututian and others crazy.
Xinhe is Kucha Aoi.
Hututian did not take action in Xinhe, but he did not let him go around Xinhe City.
Of course, this big city is only in the Western Regions. Compared with the big cities in the Central Plains, Xinhe City is actually a bit small. Because in the Western Regions, wars are frequent, the city defense is still relatively tight, and the commerce from south to north has flourished here, making it a place with tens of thousands of permanent residents.
In any case, it can be considered a big piece of fat.
At the west gate, Lu Bu sat on the horse's back with his sword, shaking his troops into Xinhe City with his troops. There was no one on both sides of the street, and all the Kucha people hid at home and dared not show up. They looked at these Han people who "killed and set fire" and "do everything evil" in the gaps between the doors and windows in horror...
Lu Bu did not "kill and set fire" or "do everything evil", but his vassal did it.
It was done under the banner of the Han people.
Kucha Xinhechengzhan, who was guided in front of Lu Bu, was shaking slightly, not sure if it was because of his nervousness or fear.
In the eyes of the Kucha people, the Han people are now evil people.
It's the invader.
Lu Bu could also perceive this change, but he didn't care.
In Lu Bu's mind, his attitude towards these people from the Western Regions was the same as when he was in Bingzhou.
Treat everyone equally, it's all garbage.
Therefore, will Lu Bu care about how garbage views himself? Or will he care about whether garbage is doing well?
Or is there any hatred for garbage...
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The spear dances.
The sword raised.
Dripping blood.
A pasture two hundred miles southwest of Kuqa City.
The herdsmen ran out frantically, while Hututian was pushing forward with his men and horses in the grassland. They launched a slaughter of destruction, or a massacre.
There seemed to be someone shaking inside a tent. The soldiers took a spear and stabbed it through, and blood flowed out from the trough inside the tent.
The man is dead.
Woman, crying.
The child and the old man screamed.
Some people tried to hide under the grass cart, and their arms were broken by the chaotic horse hooves and their heads were trampled.
Some people held up a pitchfork and wanted to fight back, but were chopped over and killed by more elite spears and swords.
Some people shot one or two soldiers with a longbow, but were directly knocked away by the cavalry that rushed up, and bleeding was spurted in the air...
Corpse and blood spread in the meadow.
A strong man rushed out of the grassland with a filial piety, raised the hammer in his hand, and slapped the head of one of the soldiers under Hututian, as if he had smashed a watermelon.
Another vassal soldier next to him stabbed the spear in a spear. The strong man waved the hammer again, and the spear buzzed and flew out with a trembling sound. Then he made another simple sound, and then smashed his head open with a bang.
The grayish-white brain and bright red blood were sprayed everywhere.
"Die!"
The strong man roared and filial, like an angry bear, with the hammer in his hand flying, smashing people, flying weapons, blood, smashing bones, and bursting out the anger in his heart.
However, the arrow flew over and pierced into his chest.
The man continued to walk forward a few steps, and then a few more arrows were missing.
He rushed to the last pounce, knocking down a vassal soldier, but he had no strength to kill the vassal soldier. The soldier escaped from death and pushed away the man's body in a hurry. Then he laughed and scolded and chopped the man's body with a knife...
After all, such a strong man is rare.
More of ordinary, fragile herders.
The small-scale resistance that occasionally arises, except for some good players who can fight and escape, most of them are usually crushed soon after.
The body was either lying in the wild or hanging up, hanging on wooden stakes...
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Survival and death.
Apart from humans themselves, perhaps no race in nature is so keen on slaughtering itself, not to satisfy the massacre of survival.
Perhaps it is because of the difference in language, or perhaps it is because of the inconsistency of skin color, or perhaps it can be put aside all the previous kindness in just a few simple words, leaving only cruelty.
China is vast, but no matter how vast the land is, it still has borders.
The border is not a line on the map, nor is it a two-word in the document. The border is the snow-capped mountains in the north, the mountains in the south, and if you go forward, you are another country, and if you take a step back, you are homeland.
But there are always some people in the frontier. They may never leave their villages in their entire lives. For these people, what is the frontier?
The splendor, colorful, prosperous and glorious of both capitals may be less than a bowl of water at home and a bowl of rice in a pot for them.
And now, all of this has been destroyed by the battlefield like Shura and demon-like soldiers.
In the chaos and noise, the primitive and barbaric aura spread everywhere. The Buddha statue was pushed down, the gold foil on its body was scraped off. The gems embedded in the eyes were snatched away, leaving only the black holes.
If you seek immortality, you will not be able to live forever.
I hope there will be no next life in the next life.
If you sit on the long river of history and project down with a transcendent gaze, Lu Bu's Western Expedition, to some extent, even if these killings are caused, it cannot be considered as a disadvantage.
Because there are too many countries in the Western Regions.
Although Lu Bu was essentially a destruction of the order in the Western Regions, from another perspective, perhaps it is what those bricks often call "ethnic integration."
The brick family has lost human nature, well, transcends humanity, ahem, from the perspective of superhuman extreme rationality and objectiveness, Lu Bu did have a good effect on Dayuan's Western Expedition through evil and barbaric destruction. Although this good, compared to his evil, is just a side item, and is definitely not his original intention.
For Lu Bu personally, there is no meaning.
He just thought about it, so he did it.
If you want to do it, do it.
Lu Bu doesn't like being restrained, just like a wild horse on the grassland, going wherever he wants.
Lu Bu didn't think so much about it. He was proud of his stupidity, and became more stupid because of his pride.
The Bricks would say that the benefit of Lu Bu's Western Expedition was not the real Dayuan bloody horses, but through the war, clearing out one border and another on the East-West Communication Avenue, opening up all the ways that were blocked and unblocked in the past, and indirectly promoting the exchange of Eastern and Western cultures and the integration of various ethnic groups.
These are the "great fusion" that the Bricks said in history. Although this exchange and this fusion are not slow, nor are they peaceful, the Bricks don't care about this, but the Bricks themselves have not been integrated anyway.
For those who were in this environment at that time, they did not think this was a "fusion".
During the entire "fusion" process, there are countless bloody corpses and countless creatures dying struggles. The evaluation of "fusion" is not as light as the Brigade said, and seems to be taken for granted, but rather lingering with the cry of children, the sorrow of women, and the lament left by the last breath of life.
The price of accomplishing all this is that tens of millions of dead people, the ghosts of countless dead people who hover in the sky and refuse to dissipate, and finally become bricks or keyboard warriors to show off their unique rhetoric.
However, even without Lu Bu, there were many wars in the Western Regions.
With the war, not only were there many Han people, Qiang people, Xiongnu people, etc. moved to Central Asia and West Asia with the army, and a large number of people living in the Pamirs and began to travel to Central Earth in a steady stream.
These people from the Western Regions who migrated east were often called Seminren. On the one hand, these people had colorful eyes, and on the other hand, they used the meaning of "Seminren", that is, the abbreviation of "Seminren". The meaning is that different from the Han people are various other kinds of ethnic groups.
If one is not my race, one's heart will be different. In fact, it should be expanded a little more. In addition to me, one's heart will be different. The reason why there is a family is that the collective interests within a small group are easier to coordinate and can be handled in a few words, but if there are more people, they cannot balance smoothly. In addition, if there are obstacles in communication, it will naturally be different.
Even though the Confucianism in China has many shortcomings, in terms of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, at least let the Chinese people know that there is a general direction. These people of the Semen do not have this aspect of thinking. It is not that people of the Semen do not know how to patriotism, but that many people of the Semen have disappeared. How can they "loyalty to the emperor and patriotism" be?
Before Lu Bu's expedition, there was a terrible battle between the Western Regions and Central Asia and West Asia. The Great Yuezhi and the Wusun Kang lived in the Xiongnu Xianbei. The Paoling Mountains were even more annexed and attacked. There were countless people who destroyed the country, and those who escaped the net had no more countries.
If these semen people had lost their country, if they did not have the idea of ​​restoring the country like Murong Fu, they would have become just for their own plans, business transactions, and small calculations were all for their own accounts. They didn't care about etiquette, righteousness, integrity, shame, etc., only gold, silver, money and other things are the most important.
People without the concept of a country will naturally not think about the general idea.
Just like Hututian, a vassal army.
It's also like the fat man An in Xihai City.
Fatty An is a resting man.
Now, the rest is in dire straits. Ancient Rome outside the world is eyeing it, and they often go out to fight for rest to gain experience points, and are proud to obtain the title of "the greatest conqueror of Parthian". The local governor in the internal area is not restless, thinking that he is either independent or rebellious...
But Fatty An didn't mean to do anything for Anxi, but stayed very comfortable in the Western Regions.
The only regret is that the loss at this stage was too great, which made him feel distressed.
I even ate one bowl of rice less.
It turns out that you can eat five and a half bowls.
So if you want to make money, you have to subsidize some money and get some income, otherwise you will not be able to eat.
The fat man sat in the restaurant and looked at the refugees on the street.
In a flash of eyes.
It's like watching the rolling coins.
Or walking pieces of meat.
Now more and more people are scattering from the west...
Some people say it is good news, saying that the Protector has already reached Kucha and is about to reach Akagu.
Some people also say it is bad news, saying that the majority of the Protectors massacred the people of the Western Regions, and many countries in the Western Regions can no longer sit still.
The restaurant is no longer open, and the boss is also cleaning up the fine and planning to leave, and has hung up the sign for sale. Fatty An originally planned to buy it, but now he is planning to not pay. Fatty An doesn't think this restaurant is not good, but thinks that he can reduce the price...
"According to the laws of the great Han Dynasty, these refugees..." Fatty An looked at the slowly eastward flowing crowds on the street, and his eyes showed a greed color, "Are they all considered...what? Criminal?"
Beside Fatty An, there was a middle-aged man in Han costumes, and he smiled with a stingy smile: "It's the dead. It's... the living dead, it's not human anymore...
Fatty An turned around and asked, "Then don't you have to pay?"
"No, whoever catches it will belong to whom."
Fatty An's eyes were shiny, "I understand this! It's like cattle and sheep on the grassland. Of course, those with masters cannot move... Now, those who have no masters are just who catch them? Let's continue to arrange them and catch them well, it's all money..."
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In Xinhe City, Lu Bu rode a war horse with his arm on the sword.
On one side of the street, a window was slightly pushed open, revealing an arrow with a cold light.
The murderous aura spreads.
Lu Bu suddenly narrowed his eyes, looked up, his arms shrank, and grabbed the hilt of the sword.
The sharp shouts suddenly sounded, shrill and strange, just like the howling of the owl bird in the dark night.
The arrow broke through the air and headed towards Lu Bu.
At the same time, several people flashed out at the entrance of the alley, throwing out the guns in their hands while rushing towards Lu Bu’s queue!
On the roof next to it, several people stood up from the shadows and raised the crossbow in their hands...
For a moment, murderous aura rose!
The sword in Lu Bu's hand had been unsheathed, and with a cold light, it hit the first arrow that shot!
At the same time, Lu Bu stretched out his hand and shook the cloak on his body into the air, blocking the two or three guns like a curtain. He was bright red in the sun, swallowing the gun in and landing in front of the horse.
"There are assassins!"
"Protect the Protector!"
The chaotic yelling of the guards sounded at the same time, and the big shield turned out and went to greet Lu Bu.
Arrows and crossbows whistled, either stuck on shields or armor, making a sound.
The assassin and the guards rushed out of the alley collided, and immediately the weapons intersected, colliding with Mars and blood.
Most of the assassins have no armor, and blood flows when they scratch it a little, but these assassins seem to feel no pain at all, and even pounce on the blade of the guard, just to give other assassins behind them a better chance.
A short assassin rushed out from behind other assassins, relying on his short and flexible body, he was drilling in the cracks! Every time he moved, he immediately brought out a pot of blood!
After the guard beside the short assassin fell down, he could see clearly that the short dagger in the assassin's hand was strangely shaped, like two steel needles placed on his arm!
Although the short assassin has short legs and his frequency is not slow, he jumps directly in front of Lu Bu's horse like rolling against the ground!
Lu Bu pulled the reins, and the war horse neighed, stood up high, and his two hooves swayed in the air, and then he suddenly trampled down! The horse's hooves were all big as the forehead of the short assassin. If he stepped on one hooves, he would be either on the spot or brain-filled!
The assassin screamed strangely, but he didn't know how to do it. He moved his figure three feet, avoided the horse's hooves, and jumped upwards. The sharp steel needle on his arm pierced Lu Bu's lower abdomen!
But as the horse's hooves fell, there was also a sword like lightning in Lu Bu's hand!
"clang!"
The sword slashed down, and landed on the steel needle like thunder, which flew directly into the air with the short assassin!
The short assassin twisted his arm into a strange shape, obviously either breaking or dislocating. The assassin sprayed a mouthful of blood in the air. Before he could land, Lu Bu's guard's spear arrived in front of him!
The spear pierced through the assassin's body. The assassin hung on the spear. You Zi stared at Lu Bu and screamed ah, but soon he lowered his head and slid down on the spear.
This kind of assassin who is obviously agile is weak in strength and blood. If he can get the first move, hurt or kill the target, it is naturally easy to say, but if he fails to hit a single blow, it is probably the word "death".
As the rabbit rose and fell, within a few breaths, after Lu Bu defeated the short assassin and took Fang Tian Hua Ji from the guards beside him, the other assassins had no chance again...
『Yanmo!Yanmo!Evil ghost!Evil ghost...』
The remaining assassins were blocked in the corner by Lu Bu's guard's long spear and shield. They couldn't rush out, so they shouted, then rushed up suicide and died.
The assassins holding crossbows on the roof in the distance saw that the situation was not good, so they all turned over the head of the house and tried to escape.
"Chasing!" Lu Bu shook Fang Tian's painting halberd, and his face showed an angry look, "Are you a Buddhist? A Buddhist! Is this a fool? Is this a person who is trying to kill someone?! Someone! I'm passing on a general's order! I'll arrest all the Buddhists in the city! I'll kill them all!"
Chapter completed!