Chapter 2823: Life and death in the Qiuci region, Hu Yanmo in Xinhe City
The rising sun spreads its light across the earth.
The sun shines on the clouds, and the sky turns a bright agate red, making the mountains and rivers far and near dazzling.
The air in the morning is usually fresh, but this time...
But it smells more like blood.
A huge chaos is spreading.
At the same time that Gao Shun defeated the Cheshi Houguo Heijia Army, Hutu Khotan in Kucha also launched a so-called "crusade against the rebels".
The killings spread across the grassland and Gobi, like a blood-red tide, drowning all living things. Hutu Khotan commanded the soldiers and horses. At first, he only meant to "make a tooth sacrifice" or something, but after eating the meat, he could not stop it.
Stopping, his blood-red eyes stared at one tribe after another.
Although some parts of the Kucha tribe organized sporadic resistance, they were later crushed without a trace under this devastating disaster.
Maybe Lu Bu knew, maybe he didn't.
But you should generally know it.
Because Hututian sent back some fodder for cattle and sheep to Lu Bu, saying that it was a "trophy of war."
The blood-red dye on these "trophies" was tantamount to Hutu Khotan's temptation. Lu Bu did not respond much to such a temptation, which made Hutu Khotan and others even more crazy.
Xinhe is a large city in Qiuci.
Hut Khotan did not attack Xinhe, but he did not spare any efforts around Xinhe City.
Of course, this big city is only in the Western Region. Compared with the big cities in the Central Plains, Xinhe City is actually a bit smaller. Because there are frequent wars in the Western Region, the city defense is relatively tight, and commerce from south to north has prospered here.
, resulting in a permanent population of tens of thousands.
No matter what, it can be regarded as a big fat piece of meat.
At the west gate, Lu Bu held his sword and sat on his horse, staggering into Xinhe City with his troop of soldiers and horses. No one was coming or going on both sides of the street, and all the people of Qiuci hid in their homes and did not dare to show their faces.
Through the cracks in the doors and windows, I watched in horror these Han people who were "killing people and setting fires" and "committing all kinds of evil"...
It is true that Lu Bu did not "kill people and set fire" or "do all evil", but his vassal army did.
It was done in the name of the Han people.
Kucha Xinhe, the city guard who was guiding Lu Bu in front, was trembling slightly, not sure if it was because of nervousness or fear.
In the eyes of the Kucha people, the current Han people are evil people.
is the invader.
Lu Bu could also feel 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 his attitude towards the Huns and Xianbei during the merger of the states.
Everyone is treated equally, they are all garbage.
So does Lu Bu care about what Junk thinks of him? Or does he care about Jun's life?
Or does garbage have any hatred...
……┐(?～?)┌……
Spears danced.
The sword was raised.
Drenched with blood.
A pasture two hundred miles southwest of Kuqa City.
The herdsmen ran out frantically, while from behind Hutu Khotan advanced with his men and horses. A devastating fight, or massacre, unfolded in the pasture.
There seemed to be a figure moving inside a tent, and the soldier directly pierced it with a spear, and blood flowed from the breach inside the tent.
Man, dead.
woman, crying.
Children and old people screamed.
Some people tried to hide under the hay cart, but their arms and heads were crushed by the chaotic horse hooves.
Some people raised pitchforks and tried to fight back, but were chopped down and killed by more elite spears and swords.
Some people used longbows to shoot one or two soldiers to death, but they were directly knocked away by the charging cavalry, and blood spurted in the air...
Bodies and blood spread across the pasture.
A strong man rushed out of the pasture with a roar, raised the hammer in his hand, and smashed the head of one of Hut Khotan's soldiers, just like smashing a watermelon.
Another vassal soldier next to him stabbed him with a spear. The strong man swung the hammer again, and the spear flew out with a trembling buzz, and then with another simple blow, it smashed open again with a snap.
A brain.
Gray-white brains and bright red blood sprayed everywhere.
"Death!"
The strong man roared, like an enraged bear. The hammer in his hand was flying, smashing people and weapons, smashing out blood, smashing bones, and smashing out the anger in his heart.
However, the arrow missed and pierced his chest.
The man continued to take a few steps forward, and several more arrows were missed.
He made a last-ditch effort and knocked down a vassal soldier, but he did not have the strength to kill the vassal soldier. The soldier narrowly escaped death, hurriedly pushed the man's body away, and then laughed and cursed neurotically at the man's body.
He was cutting with a knife...
After all, such a strong man is rare.
Most of them are ordinary, vulnerable herders, old and young.
Small-scale resistance occasionally arises. Except for a few good players who can fight and escape, most of the resistance is usually crushed soon after.
The corpses were either lying in the field, or were hoisted and hung on wooden stakes...
……彡(-_-;)彡……
Life and death.
Except for humans themselves, perhaps no race in nature is so keen on killing itself, not killing for the sake of survival.
Maybe it's the difference in language, maybe it's the inconsistency in skin color, maybe it's just a few simple words, all the previous friendliness can be thrown away, leaving only cruelty.
China is vast, but no matter how vast the land is, there will still be borders.
The border is not a line on a map, nor two words in a document. The border is the snow-capped mountains in the north and the mountains in the south. One step forward is another country, and one step back is the homeland.
However, there are always some people in the frontier. They may have never left their hometown in their entire lives. For these people, what is the frontier?
Perhaps for them, the splendor, colour, prosperity and glory of both cities are not as good as a bowl of water at home or a bowl of rice in the pot.
But now, all of this has been destroyed by the Shura-like battlefield and demon-like soldiers.
Amidst the chaos and noise, the primitive and barbaric atmosphere spread everywhere. The Buddha statue was pushed down, and the gold foil on its body was scraped off. The gems inlaid as eyeballs were gouged out, leaving only black holes.
Seeking immortality will not lead to immortality.
I pray that there will be no afterlife.
If you sit on the edge of the long river of history and look down with a detached gaze, Lu Bu's Western Expedition, to some extent, even if it caused these killings, cannot be considered all bad.
Because there are too many large and small states in the Western Region.
Although Lu Bu said that he was essentially destroying the order of the Western Regions, from another perspective, it might be the "great integration of nationalities" that those experts often talk about.
The Zhuan family has lost their humanity, well, they have transcended humanity. Ahem, from the extremely rational and objective perspective of Superman, Lu Bu's Western Expedition to Dawan and his evil and barbaric destruction did indeed produce consequences.
A little good effect. Although, compared to his evil, this good is just a by-product, and it is definitely not his original intention.
For Lu Bu personally, he had no "meaning" at all.
He just thought about it, so he did it.
If you want to do it, do it.
Lu Bu doesn't like to be restricted, he is like a wild horse on the grassland, he can go wherever he wants.
Lu Bu didn't think so much at all. He was proud because of his stupidity, and he became even more stupid because of his pride.
Experts will say that the benefit of Lu Bu's Western Expedition is not really the bloody horses of Dawan, but that through the war, the boundaries between this and that border on the east-west transportation highway were cleared, and the unreachable roads that were blocked in the past were eliminated.
It has opened up and indirectly promoted the exchange of Eastern and Western cultures and the integration of various ethnic groups.
These are several "big integrations" in the history of the Zhuan family. Although this exchange and integration are not slow, let alone peaceful, the Zhuan family does not care about this. Anyway, the Zhuan family themselves have not been integrated.
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For those who were in this environment at that time, they did not think of this as "integration".
In the entire process of "fusion", there are countless bloody corpses and the dying struggles of countless living beings. The evaluation of "fusion" is not as casual as what Zhuan said, it seems to be taken for granted, but lingering
With the cries of children, the wails of women, and the lament left by the last breath of life.
The cost of accomplishing all of this is tens of millions of dead people, countless ghosts of the dead hovering in the sky that refuse to dissipate, and finally becoming a bricklayer or keyboard warrior to show off their unique rhetoric.
However, even without Lu Bu, there would still be many wars in the Western Regions.
Along with the war, not only many Han people, Qiang people, Huns, etc. moved to Central Asia and West Asia with the army, but also a large number of various people living in the Congling area began to travel to Central China in an endless stream.
These people from the Western Regions who migrated eastward are often collectively called Semu people. On the one hand, these people have colorful eyes, and on the other hand, it means "people with various colors", which is the abbreviation of "various names". It means
Said that there are various other types of ethnic groups that are different from the Han people.
Those who are not my own race must have different minds. In fact, it should be more expanded. Those who are not my own race must have different minds. The reason why there are individual races is just that the collective interests in small groups are easier to coordinate. In a few words
It can be done, but when there are more people, the balance cannot be smooth. In addition, if there are barriers to communication, there will naturally be "differences."
Even though China's Confucianism has many shortcomings, in terms of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, at least it lets the people of China know that there is a general direction, and these Semu people don't think about this aspect. It's not that all Semu people
If you don't know how to be patriotic, but many of your own countries have disappeared, how can you be "loyal to your emperor and patriotic"?
Before Lu Bu's Western Expedition, the Western Regions and Central Asia and West Asia were already at war with each other. The Yuezhi and the Yuezhi, Wusunkang and Wusunkang lived in the Huns and Xianbei. Tribes of all sizes up and down the Corong Mountains were annexed and attacked incessantly. They were destroyed.
I don’t know how many people there are in the country, and those semen who escaped through the net no longer have their own country.
These lustful people lost their country. If they did not have the single-minded idea of restoring the country like Murong Fu, most of them would just do business for their own purposes. They would do business for the sake of their own accounts. They would not care about etiquette, justice, integrity, etc.
, only gold and silver money are the most important.
People who have no concept of country will naturally not think about anything in general.
Like the vassal army of Hutu Khotan.
Also like Fatty An in Xihai City.
Fatty An is a Parthian.
And now Parthia is in dire straits. The ancient Romans are eyeing it from the outside. They often go to Parthia to gain experience points, and they are even more proud of obtaining the title of "the greatest Parthian conqueror". The local governors in the internal areas are also restless.
, thinking about either independence or rebellion...
But Fatty An had no intention of doing anything for An An, but felt comfortable staying in the Western Region.
The only regret was that the losses at this stage were too great, which made him feel distressed.
I even missed a bowl of rice.
It turned out that I could eat five and a half bowls.
So if you want to make money, you have to subsidize it and get some income, otherwise you won't be able to put food on the table.
The fat man was sitting in the restaurant, looking at the homeless people on the street.
Keep your eyes peeled.
It's like looking at rolling coins.
Or pieces of walking meat.
Now more and more people are dispersing from the west...
Some people said it was good news, saying that the Great Protectorate had already reached Qiuci and was about to reach Chigu.
Some people also said it was bad news, saying that the Great Protectorate massacred the people of the Western Regions, and many countries in the Western Regions could not sit still.
The restaurant is no longer in business, and the owner is packing up and planning to leave, and has put up a sign for sale. Fatty An originally planned to buy it, but now he is prepared not to pay for it. Fatty An doesn't think this restaurant is bad, but thinks it can be used again.
Check the price...
"According to the law of the Han Dynasty, these refugees..." Fatty An looked at the flow of people slowly heading east on the street, with greed in his eyes, "Are they all considered...that? Criminals?"
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Next to Fatty An, there was a middle-aged man dressed in Han Chinese clothing. He smiled with a sinister look on his face and said: "They are the dead. They are... the living dead, not human anymore..."
Fatty An turned around and asked, "You don't need to pay me?"
"No need, it belongs to whoever catches it."
Fatty An's eyes were bright, "I understand this! Just like cattle and sheep on the grassland, of course the ones with owners cannot be touched... Now these without owners, don't they belong to whoever catches them? Arrange it and catch them well."
,This is all money...』
……?(*–-)?……
In Xinhe City, Lu Bu was riding a war horse with his arm resting on his sword.
On one side of the street, a window opened slightly, revealing an arrow with a cold glow.
Murderous aura permeated the air.
Lu Bu suddenly squinted his eyes, looked up, retracted his arm, and grabbed the handle of the sword.
A sharp cry suddenly sounded, shrill and strange, like an owl bird crying in the dark night.
The arrow missed the air and headed towards Lu Bu.
At the same time, several people stepped out at the entrance of the alley, throwing out the spears in their hands, and rushing towards Lu Bu's queue!
On the roof nearby, several people stood up from the shadows and raised their crossbows...
Suddenly, murderous intent rose!
The sword in Lu Bu's hand had already been unsheathed, and with its cold brilliance, it hit the arrow that was shot first!
At the same time, Lu Bu stretched out his hand and tugged, shaking the big cloak on his body in the air, blocking it like a curtain in front of the two or three throwing spears. It glowed red under the sun, swallowed up the throwing spears, and landed in front of the horse.
"There is an assassin!"
"Protect the great protector!"
The guards' chaotic shouts rang out at the same time, and the large shields were turned out and headed towards Lu Bu's front.
Arrows were missing from the crossbow, whizzing out, either piercing the shield or the armor, making a loud sound.
The assassin and the guard who rushed out of the alley collided with each other, and their swords immediately collided, sparks and blood erupting from the collision.
Most of the assassins have no armor, and blood will flow out from the slightest scratch. However, these assassins seem to feel no pain at all, and even throw themselves on the guards' blades, just to give other assassins behind them a better chance.
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A short assassin jumped out from behind the other assassins. With his short body and agility, he was able to sneak in between people! Every time he moved, he immediately brought out a drop of blood!
After the guard beside the short assassin fell down, he saw clearly that the short dagger in the assassin's hand had a strange shape, like two steel needles mounted on his arms!
Despite the short stature of the assassin and his short legs, his frequency was not slow. He jumped directly in front of Lu Bu's horse as if he was rolling on the ground!
Lu Bu pulled the reins, and the war horse neighed, stood up high, swung its two hooves in the air, and suddenly trampled it down! The horse's hoof was as big as that short assassin's head. If one of the horse's hoofs had stepped on it, he would probably have lost his brain on the spot.
So messed up!
The assassin screamed strangely, but he didn't know how he did it. He actually moved his figure three feet forward, avoiding the horse's hooves, and jumped up. The sharp steel needle on his arm pierced Lu Bu.
And go away from the lower abdomen!
But as the horse's hooves fell, there was also a sword in Lu Bu's hand that was like lightning!
"clang!"
The sword slashed down and landed on the steel needle like thunder, sending the steel needle and the short assassin flying directly into the air!
The short assassin's arm twisted into a strange shape, and it was obviously either broken or dislocated. The assassin spurted a mouthful of blood in the air, and before he even hit the ground, Lu Bu's guard's spear was in front of him!
The spear pierced the assassin's body, and the assassin hung on the spear. You Zi stared at Lu Bu and screamed, but soon lowered his head and slipped off the spear.
This type of assassin is obviously focused on agility, and is weak in strength and health. If he can get the upper hand and injure or kill the target, it will be easy to say, but if he misses a hit, he will probably die.
Character.
The rabbit rose and the falcon fell. Within a few breaths, after Lu Bu repelled the short assassin and took Fang Tian's painted halberd from the guard on the side, the other assassins no longer had any chance...
"Yama! Yama! Evil ghost! Evil ghost..."
The remaining assassins were blocked in a corner by the spears and shields of Lu Bu's guards. They could not rush out, so they just screamed, then threw themselves at them in a suicidal manner and died.
The assassins holding crossbows on the rooftops in the distance saw that the situation was not good, so they climbed over the roof of the house one after another in an attempt to escape.
"Chase!" Lu Bu shook Fang Tian's painted halberd, with an angry look on his face, "A Buddhist again? A Buddhist again! Is this a deception, or is he trying to kill someone?! Come here! Pass the order of a certain general!"
Arrest all the Buddhists in the city! Kill them all!"
Lu Bu's roar of filial piety echoed in all directions, "If a man comes to stop me, I will kill someone! If a monk comes to stop me, I will kill the monk! If a Buddha comes, I will kill the Buddha too!"
