This is outside Xihai City.
Since Lu Bu entered the army, the caravan has almost been cut off.
The wind blew across the Gobi desert and made a shrill sound, like hundreds of people crying.
Some people are crying.
Behind the mound of high and low is blood.
Beside the blood were people standing, kneeling and lying.
A person cannot be resurrected after death.
But who cares?
A lot of things have happened during this period.
Ma Xiu looked at the sunset.
Broken as blood.
There are mostly yellow sand on the Gobi Desert, and under the bloody sunshine, the world is all red.
If people from later generations come here, they will inevitably be immersed in this beautiful scenery, but for Ma Xiu, they do not have the intention to appreciate the beautiful scenery at all.
Pound died, but he lived.
When Pang De was there, he didn't feel much. Occasionally, he would feel annoyed by Pang De. After all, Pang De was very stern and sometimes embarrass him.
But after Pang De died, he realized...
Pound is very important.
For example, when the order is sent, Pang De originally only needs to be assigned to Pang De, and Pang De will do it, but now he has to do it himself, and it may not be as good as Pang De does.
"Everything was killed." Ma Xiu looked at his legs and "take meat."
"What?!" A little horse thief leader next to Ma Xiu was stunned for a moment, "Chief, you are..."
Ma Xiu's eyes remained on his legs. His previous injuries had not yet healed completely, but he just tied them with a cloth, "I said, kill, take the meat."
For a moment, everyone was stunned...
Everyone knows that Xihai City lacks food. However, food cannot fall from the sky, nor can it be till the right pocket in the left pocket. Nothing is just not. If you want to wait for Zhuang He to grow in the next season, you don’t have that time or patience.
Without food, even a strong man can't last for three or five days without food!
But the front line was needed, and the food in Longyou had not been delivered for a long time. The officials of all sizes in Xihai City were so anxious that they had blisters in their mouths. They couldn't even eat the fragrant lamb legs, so they could only barely drink some milk skin or something.
At the beginning, it was exploitation everywhere.
The minor official brought people to the door and came to the door. At first, he only told the people to "spontaneously" and "voluntarily" to contribute to the Western Expedition of the Great Protector and pay a certain amount of food and grass.
But who would voluntarily?
In the hearts of the little officials, I always feel that it is their own merit to let these people have food, and it is about half of the people, or even half of the parents. Now that parents need something, children and grandchildren should always send it respectfully, but I didn’t expect that they would really do the job of raising children like parents! Most little officials are too lazy to do the superficial skills of raising them. They have to be parents when they come up directly, and they have to pick up money and food from the mouths of the people...
He did not offer food spontaneously, so he had to snatch it.
Untouchables, thiefs, mud legs, and lowly embryos.
When facing the same kind of people who are both with one head, two eyes, one nose and one mouth, the small officials have created various novel ways of insulting, and have shown a diligent work attitude. It seems that if this is not the case, they will not be able to separate themselves from ordinary people, become people who are separated from low-level races, and become officials with high-level appearance.
The people who have been plundered can only find a way out.
At this time, some minor officials were worried that they would not be able to hold on their faces, or were implicated in their black hats, and they also ordered viciously that these people should not leave their residences, otherwise they would be treated as refugees.
However, this method can cure the symptoms but not the root cause, and the people can no longer stand it, so they naturally have to escape.
Faced with these people who dared to escape maliciously and did not cooperate maliciously, the little officials naturally felt that there was no place in them who were not malicious, no longer their own people, but extremely vicious enemies.
There is nothing to say about the enemy, just do it directly.
Fatty An found the little official and said that he could provide a batch of meat.
Special meat.
The army started to mount, but the granaries for the stockpile were empty. Naturally, I didn't dare to let the Protector know about this matter, but it was fine to report it all. I patted my chest and promised that my face turned pale. Vacancies always need to be filled, and it was always better to use the lives of others than to use your own.
So Fatty An's proposal was quickly approved by the remaining officials in Xihai City. Fatty An didn't want cash and could use the land of the escaped untouchables as a price. Isn't this a huge cheap?
As for what kind of meat it is, the little officials don’t care. It’s okay if they can eat it. Anyway, it’s not them. It’s safe and non-toxic, and meets the manufacturing standards of the Western Regions Protectorate. Put a label and change it to another date.
Fatty An was also very happy, but he also understood that he could not do this with his own hands. If he didn't do it with his own hands, he would naturally not know how the meat came about. Even if the incident happened in the future, it would be too late to just be a crime of inattention. After all, the memories of those untouchables were very pitiful.
So Fatty An found someone else to do it.
Whoever uses it, who knows it, and it is said that it is good if you use it.
Ma Xiu is the one who has taken over the task.
I was defeated and ran away, and my tail was like a dog. Of course, anyone who gave me meat would wag my tail at someone. Even if I was unwilling and reluctant, the tail still shaking involuntarily.
When Ma Xiu was pretending to be a big-tail wolf, he suffered heavy losses. Now that he has obtained the task, he is naturally unwilling to be honest. Even if he thinks it is inappropriate, for the sake of money and in order to continue to build more people, Ma Xiu still takes on such a task.
Collect meat.
Cattle and sheep are unwilling to do so, so they can only be collected by force.
These special cattle and sheep were tied up and dragged to the hills one by one and then slaughtered.
A knife was taken on the neck and threw it on the ground and it would die soon.
The best meat is on the buttocks, arms and thighs, so it's not a problem to cut.
Because these special cattle and sheep are basically very thin, not as fat as those of later generations, the amount of meat for each person is not very large, but it can accumulate small amounts, just like collecting orally taxes.
As the killing progressed, most of the horse thieves who were originally laughing and laughing around were silent.
This strange emotion may even make the horse thief themselves unable to understand.
Most of the horse thieves have been stained with the blood of innocent people. Perhaps just a wallet, a piece of clothing, or just a quarrel, can become the reason why horse thieves are stained with blood, and horse thieves will not have any special feelings, and they are even more showing off, showing off their strength and barbarity.
But at this moment, most of them don't think there is anything good about this...
Some people frowned and walked away.
Others are silent.
The little horse thief leader who had just questioned Ma Xiu stared at him for a long time, and his eyes became redder and redder, as if he was soaked in his eyes by the blood. He found Ma Xiu again, "Head man! This is not OK! This is not right! We are horse thieves, but we are not livestock!"
Ma Xiu raised his eyes and looked, "What did you say?"
Seeing Ma Xiu rolling his eyes like a dead fish, the little horse thief leader was somewhat worried, but he had already said that, and he was willing to let it go, just staring at Ma Xiu and shouting: "I said this is wrong!"
Ma Xiu stood up and stared at the little leader, "In this desert, wolves eat sheep! What's wrong with you?!"
The little horse thief leader was stunned for a moment, "We are not wolves! They are not sheep!"
Ma Xiu sneered, "Why aren't sheep? A wolf holds grudges. When a wolf holds grudges, he will attract a group of wolves! Killing a wolf means weighing three points first! Will these livestock hold grudges? No matter how many whips you get, you can't remember. Those who have stutters and drinks come back and continue to scream beautifully. When you meet a little bit of a tough guy, your head will shrink and hide and run away! Where can you run? All sheep are ate in the world! Look, we killed these, what about the others? Are there anyone jumping up? Is it? Look at it yourself! I ask you, you want to become a sheep too?"
The little horse thief leader didn't know how to respond, and couldn't tell any reason. He just gritted his teeth and said, "This is not right, it's really not right!"
Ma Xiu suddenly laughed, took a step forward slowly, patted the shoulders of the little leader of the horse thief, and said with a little emotion: "Ha... I didn't expect that my subordinates would have such good character as you...well..."
While speaking, Ma Xiu had already pulled out the dagger in his arms and stabbed it directly between the chest and abdomen of the horse thief's little leader. His smile turned into a blink of an eye. "I don't do it, I have to be a sheep! I'm not fighting for these ignorant beasts. Why didn't you keep up with me when my brother died?!"
Ma Xiu pulled out the short blade and kicked the horse thief's little leader over with one foot, then waved his hand, "Drag it down, cut the meat... and save waste..."
…(*￣(work)￣)……
The smoke pillar rose up with its teeth and claws.
Countless screams, screams sounded in my ears, and the fire scattered around me, reflecting in my eyes.
Everything seemed to start on the day of Xinhecheng, heading in a different direction.
Assassination.
Angered Lu Bu.
So, the demon was released by Lu Bu.
The vassals laughed, slaughtering the city and plundering.
The monk was arrested and executed on the spot.
With the death of these monks, the real hell descended on this land.
With the first one, it seems that there is a reason to do the second one.
Third time, then countless times.
Kill at will and robbed wildly. In the name of capturing the assassin murderer, firelights can be seen everywhere. A large number of civilians hiding in the city were captured. A small number of beautiful women must be humiliated. Those who dare to resist were killed, beaten, or even burned to death on wooden stakes, tied to a horse and dragged to death.
First the vassal army did this, and later even the Xiliang soldiers under Lu Bu joined in.
The memories of these Xiliang soldiers robbing Sanfu in Chang'an in the past seem to have revived again.
This naturally caused large-scale resistance.
When dealing with this kind of resistance, Lu Bu only has one way to do it, which is to kill.
Continue to kill.
Kill until the server.
Baishan of Kucha found Lu Bu and proved that Bai Su was the main messenger behind him.
Lu Bu turned the direction of the army and pointed directly at the capital of Kucha, Qiu Ci.
Bai Su, the king of Kucha, was furious. On the one hand, he said that he did not assassinate Lu Bu, and on the other hand, he said that Lu Bu was indiscriminately killing innocent people and slaughtering monks, and his crimes were extremely evil, which naturally made Lu Bu even more dissatisfied, so he directly ordered the siege.
Qiuci City is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and has been repaired for many years. It has an inner and outer walls. The city is high and thick, and it is different according to the height and height of the mountain. There are many Buddhists in the city. After hearing about Lu Bu's killing of monks, they burst into great indignation and took the initiative to help Bai Su defend.
Lu Bu exploded the city gate twice, but the impact was fruitless.
Because the road is narrow and there are crossbows on the high platform of the inner city, even Lu Bu, who is very brave on the battlefield, dare not face the threat of crossbows directly.
For a moment, under Qiuci City, it turned into a tug-of-war.
…ヽ(;′Д｀)?…
Zhang Liao ran all the way, but when he arrived in the Western Regions and approached Xihai City, he was greeted not by the floating colorful banners, but by the black corpse burned into charred.
One corpse after another.
This place is obviously a slaughtered village.
The smell of blood and rottenness gathered into the smell of death, making Zhang Liao, who had been accustomed to life and death in the battle formation, frowned deeply.
Zhang Liao rode on the horse, carrying a spear. His hand was holding the spear tightly, as if there was an invisible opponent in front of him. His arms, which were as stable as Mount Tai inside, were trembling slightly at this moment.
The cavalry outside were exploring a circle to investigate the situation around him.
"Is this... attacked by the Hu people?" asked the guard beside Zhang Liao.
Zhang Liao was silent and turned over and dismounted.
"This is a massacre..." Zhang Liao said slowly.
He stood his spear on the ground and looked up slightly.
He seemed to have seen a group of extremely evil guys attacking the village, then drove the population of the village out of his home, until he got here, and then started a massacre.
The villagers cried and died.
Zhang Liao walked a few steps forward and walked to a corpse.
It is obvious that the fuel used to burn corpses is the door panels and eaves of the houses built by these villagers with great effort, and the forage, cloth and felt of these villagers.
"These guys plundered everything..." Zhang Liao whispered, "The worthless ones were thrown here... Maybe they couldn't take so many, so they simply destroyed... and burned...
The guard followed Zhang Liao in silence, not knowing what to say.
Zhang Liao sighed and turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped. He turned around and bent down, looked at the burnt corpse carefully, and then gradually developed an angry look on his face, and a thunderous anger flashed in his eyes.
Zhang Liao raised his head, stepped over the separate corpse, and then walked towards a pile of broken and charred wreckage in front.
Because the climate here in the Western Regions is very dry most of the time and the wind and sand are often very strong, houses are generally built in shelter, and many are even semi-underground.
It is an upgraded version of the land nest.
Find a dry and solid place on the ground, then dig out the space down, build a half-high wall on the ground, then tamp the yellow mud wall, open the windows, and build the beams, which becomes a simple residence.
Now this nest is filled with corpses.
These wreckages were thrown here in a concentrated manner and then burned with fire.
Some of the corpses were burned into coke shape, and the black bones were wrapped in a layer of toner like a layer of toner in the air, intertwined with each other. There were several skulls, whether they were cut down or burned, as Zhang Liao approached, they rolled down and splashed black smoke on the ground.
The skull rolled on the ground, then hit the other silences and stopped. The dark eye sockets were hidden under the silences, while they seemed to be staring at Zhang Liao.
Zhang Liao silently bypassed and walked to the pile of corpses.
Although it was overfired, it was not completely burned. The outer corpses were basically carbonized, but the inner corpses were more roasted. After a period of corruption, the closer they were, the more the stench became, filling the surroundings, condensed but not dissipated, just like the plum rainy season in March and April. Even if it did not rain, it seemed like walking on the road was wrapped in water.
On the edge of the pile of corpses, there are traces of scavenging animals coming.
The rotten corpses covered underneath were pulled out by scavengers, probably wolves or jackals, and then feasted, bit the belly of the corpse, ate meat, whispered intestines, and the scene was in a mess, with exposed ribs, empty abdominal cavity, and...
Zhang Liao's eyes narrowed.
『General…』 Zhang Liao's guards were a few steps behind Zhang Liao. Looking at the wreckage corpses, they couldn't help but scream, "General, don't go forward, beware of the epidemic!"
Zhang Liao looked at the rotten corpses that were dragged out, wondering if they were uncomfortable with the smell or for some other reason, his face looked very ugly.
"General..." When the guard called again, he saw Zhang Liao retreating, "General is this..."
Zhang Liao looked around and pointed to the adobe walls around the pile of corpses, "Call me and push them all... It's also a pity."
The yellow mud wall of rammed earth was quickly pushed down and covered the corpses.
The scattered bodies were also pushed under the loess, and then some soldiers transported more yellow mud, which basically piled up the place into an unknown tomb.
In front of the grave is a stone similar to a large pebbles found by Zhang Liao's subordinates from the village. It is relatively flat, narrow and long. It stands and is inserted in front of the grave as a tombstone.
There are no words on the tombstone.
Zhang Liao didn't know what words should be written on the tombstone.
These may be the people of Guizhou who migrated from the mainland in the early years. They may have names, but may not have serious names but only numbers. But now, these people have finally stopped migrating and stayed on this land forever.
Zhang Liao stood in front of the grave for a long time, then got on his horse, picked up his gun and slapped his horse forward.
Chapter completed!