Dong Zhuo sat on the chariot, looking at the officials in front of him like a pile of quails with a sinister look on his face.
The gorgeous fan cover of the chariot shone under the sun, which seemed to sting the eyes of Luoyang officials. All of them buried their heads deeply into their chests, wishing they could retract directly into their chests.
Six horse cart.
Decorated with gold and jade.
Although the entire carriage is extremely exquisite and gorgeous, no matter who sees it, the visual focus will always be robbed by Dong Zhuo sitting in the carriage.
Dong Zhuo wears a cage scarf crown and a crown suit, with a black upper body and wide sleeves. On the sleeves, he uses gold threads to tattoo three-legged golden crows on the black clothes, one on each side, twinkling faintly in the sun, like
It's a ball of flame burning on the sleeves. On the waist and legs, there is a black knee-covering embroidered with a vermilion chi dragon. Under the knee-covering is a long red train, and the feet are red, majestic and majestic, shaped like a mountain.
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Dong Zhuo placed one hand on the red railings of the gilded cloud panels that surrounded the chariot on three sides, and pressed the hilt of the sword with the other hand. His eyes were sunken, with dark bags under his eyes. Only two eyeballs seemed to be shining in the endless darkness.
The will-o'-the-wisp is eerie and terrifying.
After Dong Xiangguo returned to the court after winning the battle of Xiaopingjin, the remaining officials in Luoyang and some big businessmen who had not yet left naturally wanted to come to congratulate him.
"Congratulations to the prime minister on his victorious return to the court! The prime minister is victorious! The prime minister is victorious!" Under the command of the etiquette officer, people on both sides of the road kowtowed in unison to congratulate him.
Dong Zhuo had a gloomy look on his face, motionless or saying a word. He just used his eyes to slowly scan around the kneeling people.
There was silence.
Dong Zhuo didn't speak, the ceremony officials didn't dare to say a word, and everyone didn't dare to raise their heads or stand up. They were like woodcarvings, not daring to make a sound or move.
Even though the temperature was not high, many people began to sweat on their faces and bodies, and sweat dropped one by one into the dust.
The hand that was resting on the carriage's railing was finally raised, and slowly turned to palm upwards, and the fingers moved slightly...
The ceremony officer also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and quickly ordered and guided everyone to get up.
According to the rules, there was originally a process for offering prisoners, but now that the emperor has arrived in Chang'an, and Dong Zhuo is the largest in Luoyang, there is naturally no need to offer prisoners, so Dong Zhuo did not bring any prisoners at all, but brought
Three carloads worth of people were killed.
Naturally, the heads did not need to be transported into the city. They found an open space on one side of the road and started to fight against Jingguan...
Those who followed Dong Zhuo were all veterans of Xiliang. They were already accustomed to this kind of thing. They grabbed people's heads and threw them to the roadside, just like throwing dirty meat balls. The heads fell "dong dong".
It made a dull sound on the ground. If it bounced too far, the Xiliang soldiers standing on the side would kick it back into the pile of heads.
The people living in Luoyang City had never seen such a scene before. They all turned pale and trembled all over. However, Dong Zhuo did not say a word and did not enter the city. He just stayed like this, so everyone who came to greet him also
He can force himself to endure.
Dong Zhuo squinted his eyes and suddenly froze as he looked at everyone. The flesh on his face squirmed slightly. With a move of his hand, he called Lu Bu beside him and whispered twice.
Lu Bu bowed his head and obeyed the order, nodded, dismounted from his horse, and led a few soldiers straight into the crowd. He dragged one of them to the front of Dong Zhuo's chariot and threw him to the ground.
"Taichang Cheng..." Dong Zhuo looked indifferently and raised his thick lips, "Why do you look so sad?"
Taichang Cheng trembled all over, kowtowed repeatedly, and said with a crying sound: "Prime Minister, please spare my life... Prime Minister, please spare your life..." He was too hasty at the moment and couldn't react at all. He didn't know what to say, so he only knew how to cry for mercy.
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Dong Zhuo tilted his head slightly.
Lu Bu pulled out his sword, grabbed Taichang Cheng's hair with one hand, and pulled it to the side, forcing his neck to be exposed. Then, with a flash of light, he chopped it off!
"puff……"
Blood spurted out, splattering all over the floor, and some even sprayed onto the officials on the side. Their faces were dotted with red.
Although he was killed, Dong Zhuo did not feel much pleasure. Instead, he felt that the irritability in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. He stared at the remaining officials with blood-red eyes...
"Shang Shu Pu She, why did you come back to Luo?" Dong Zhuo slowly stretched out his fat, round finger and pointed at a person in the crowd.
The other officials beside Shangshu Pushe took a step to the side with a clatter as if they were avoiding the plague, and suddenly Shu Pushe was exposed like he stood out from the crowd.
Lu Bu waved his hand, and two Xiliang soldiers rushed forward like wolves and tigers, grabbed him, put him in front of Dong Zhuo's chariot, and kicked him over.
"...Report to the Prime Minister, the lower official...the lower official's house...some items have not been transported...so I returned..." Shangshu Pushe trembled all over, his upper and lower teeth kept chattering, but he still managed to say what he meant.
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"Oh?" Dong Zhuo stared at his blood-red eyes and grinned, "Moving the capital is a major matter for the country. You... haha, you actually ignored the state affairs for a little family wealth? If you don't want to stay in the Eastern Capital, what's the use of keeping you?"
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"Xiangguo..."
Shangshu Pushe still wanted to explain, but unfortunately Dong Zhuo didn't want to listen at all and waved his hand.
The sword flashed and the head fell to the ground.
Everyone's faces turned pale, wishing that there was a hole in the ground immediately where they could crawl into and avoid Dong Zhuo's gaze...
Because of this or something else, a few people in the crowd who sneaked back began to shrink back subconsciously, but this behavior could not escape the eyes and fat fingers of Dong Zhuo who was sitting on the chariot.
After a few clicks, a few more innocent souls appeared with their heads in different places.
At this time, in front of the chariot, one moment there were officials wearing high crowns and well-dressed clothes. The next moment, there was no interrogation or sentencing, and their heads were cut off...
Blood flowed from the severed parts of the corpses on the ground, dyeing the entire road red. The thick smell of blood was like a piece of corroded iron dug out of the gutter, which was nauseating.
But Dong Zhuo seemed to feel that his irritable mood had calmed down a little at this time, so he took a breath, deeply inhaling the strong smell of blood from his nose into his lungs, and said: "Pass my order, in Luoyang City, in three days
All the people inside have been moved, and those who refuse to leave will be executed!"
After saying that, Dong Zhuo left behind the frightened people who were almost stunned, and went straight into the North Palace with his troops and horses...
After a while, everyone suddenly realized what they were doing, and they no longer cared about maintaining their original calm image. They all ran towards the city in a swarm as if their buttocks had been burned by fire.
The heads of the former Taichang Cheng, Shangshu Pushe and others whose corpses were lying on the ground were also kicked to unknown places in the panic. Only a few headless corpses were left, lying quietly in the yellow dust.
, shed the last drop of blood...
I saw Zhang Fei rolling up his sleeves and cursing: "You little whore who has forgotten your roots! My elder brother lifted you up. Now my elder brother is here. You are lying on the kang like a coward. I don't even see you."
Take care of it. All you want to do is pretend to be charming! You are just a little bookworm supported by a few volumes of books, and you are already causing trouble in this room! Okay, let’s drag him out and have a show.
See how coaxing you are like a fairy!"
After Liu Bei heard these words, he didn't know what to do. He had to speak for Zhuge: "Kong Ming is just weak. If you don't believe it, just ask others."
After hearing this, Zhang Fei became even more angry and said: "You are only protecting that fox. If you recognize me, who do you want me to ask? Who won't help you! I know all those things. I only talk to you."
You said in front of me that I have been with you for so long and now you have left me alone..."
