The scribe strolled forward and soon arrived at the place the old farmer mentioned in his words.
This place is very obvious. You can feel the existence of this place without even walking in front of it. A smell of decay unique to human corpses hits your face, making the scribe frown.
This is an execution ground specially set up beside the road.
There was a putrid smell, like a dozen rotten eggs placed in front of them, and then a pile of overnight feces and urine were poured on top. Mixed together, the scribe could almost feel this smelly smell floating in the air.
The faint green smoke of the gas is nauseating even if you inhale it.
Most of the corpses that can be identified are those of the Xianbei people. The hair and clothing on the body illustrate this. As for those that cannot be identified, even if the gods come, they probably only recognize a human form.
Similarly, the wounds on the corpses and the tragic circumstances of death also illustrate how much pain these people endured before dying.
Although the scribe covered his nose with his sleeves, his slender eyes were shining with brilliance...
This man had his hand veins cut and he bled to death. In order to ensure that the blood would not coagulate, a reed tube was inserted into the wound on his wrist;
This person should have been skinned and then exposed to the sun to death. After losing the skin on the head and face, it attracted a lot of flies, and some fat maggots were burrowing in and out between the rotten muscles and bones;
This should be sawing, well, the technique is vulgar and not worth seeing.
this……
It was hard to tell, but the scribe glanced at the corpse's belly, which had begun to turn green and swelled like a ball, and subconsciously took a few steps away.
This is a sitting pile. First use a knife to cut some, then let it sink slowly under its own weight, and finally come out through the chest and abdomen...
This is intestinal evacuation, uh, it really stinks!
…
The scribe took a few steps back, squinted his eyes, and thought, this is cruel enough. Aren't you afraid of attracting too much resentment? Or are you afraid of criticism from those guys who talk about white lotus?
interesting.
I didn’t expect that there would be unexpected gains when I got here...
I just don’t know whether it’s the brutal Zi Shou or the ruthless Zhao Zheng?
The scribe's slender eyes narrowed to a slit, and just when he was about to turn around and leave, he saw a group of people coming from a distance, four or five cavalry, and the rest were infantry following.
The scribe briefly glanced at the guards beside him, then calmly took a few steps back.
When they got closer, the scribe discovered that the leader was actually a Hu man. Judging from what he was wearing, especially the felt hat, he was most likely a Huns...
I heard the Hun knight reining in his horse and shouting loudly in nonsense. Then several people in Xianbei costumes came out, holding whips in their hands, and chased a few people in clothes from the queue.
The ragged ones come out...
The scribe squinted his eyes and glanced up and down at the ragged guys. Although the clothes were so tattered that it was almost impossible to tell which side they belonged to, the hairstyle, color, and face shape were all very different, and they were probably Xianbei...
Most Xiongnu people still have black hair, but there are some Xianbei people with yellow and white hair, and their facial shapes and eye colors are also different.
These Xianbei people with ragged faces and clothes, under the orders of the black-haired Xianbei people holding whips, began to slowly collect the corpses in the execution ground.
A Hu rider dismounted and walked towards the scribe. He stroked his chest with his hand, performed the barbarian etiquette, and then said in an extremely weird accent: "Tsk Wei Ling Jin, Qiao Guan...
Um..." He seemed to have forgotten what to say, so he turned around and shouted in embarrassment.
Another Hu man came quickly and seemed to have laughed at the previous Hu man. Then he saluted and said, "I, Si A Da, would like to ask you where you want to go?"
Well, this is relatively clear.
The scribe nodded and said: "My name is Zhen He, and I am going to Pingyang to find a friend. Well... don't touch that!"
Zhen He suddenly pointed at the corpse in the execution ground with a bulging belly like a ball and shouted, but those Xianbei slaves knew Chinese, and they were numb and still untied the ropes that tied the corpse...
Zhen He quickly turned around and ran away without saying anything!
Just like a water bag dropped from a high altitude to the ground, there was only a "pop" sound. When the corpse with a drum-like abdomen touched the ground, the abdominal cavity exploded under pressure, and suddenly it was black and yellow,
Green, purple, and brown spurt out!
Fortunately, the corpse fell facing the ground, and only sprayed downwards on the ground and several surrounding Xianbei people...
A pungent stench spread instantly.
Seeing this, Zhen He quickly ran away further.
A Xianbei man in the queue seemed to be cursing, and he brought out a large wooden barrel with a lid, dropped it far away, and kicked it at the yellow-haired Xianbei men who were collecting the corpses.
A yellow-haired Xianbei man held up the barrel, opened the lid, took out what seemed to be chalky powder from the barrel and spread it...
Huh?!
Hu people actually know this method?
Although it was covered by chalk, the stench still lingered, and Zhen He couldn't stay any longer, so he nodded with the leading Huns, returned to the official road, and continued moving forward.
"It's really interesting. The Han people were used to control the barbarians, and then the barbarians were used to control the barbarians... It seems that the barbarians are also divided into three, six or nine grades... Haha..." Zhen He sat on the bullock cart and looked back at the execution ground.
He muttered something in a low voice because of the situation inside.
In the distance, a red city came into view...
Um?
Wait, red?
Zhen He thought he was dazzled, but when he took a closer look, he saw that it was indeed red, just like the red on the sky before the rising sun, and like the red on ripe fruits in autumn. Although it was a bit dazzling, it was not dazzling, it was very special...
Suddenly, something in front of a large camp in the south of Pingyang City attracted Zhen He's attention.
This camp seems to be used to watch the Hu people. Many Xianbei Hu people in ragged clothes lined up outside the camp. Then the ones at the front took off their clothes and squatted naked into the big trees that seemed to be steaming.
In the bucket, it seemed that the whole body was submerged in the water, and then he walked and stood up. Then he went to the other side, received a set of clothes, and then entered the camp...
What does this do? Zhen He doesn't quite understand.
When they were almost at the foot of Pingyang City, Zhen He saw clearly where the red color on the city wall came from. It turned out to be red square bricks!
The city wall was actually built with red bricks!
The solid soil on the inner layer of the city wall seems to have been rammed. At this time, many craftsmen are building red bricks on the wooden shelves beside the city wall one by one on the soil layer of the city wall. However, no Hu is seen here.
There are people, all Han people are busy...
On a high wooden platform next to the city, there seemed to be a civil servant supervising the work. He seemed to feel Zhen He's gaze and slowly turned his head...
The red city is like blood...
The author's bacteria here are just re-education of ethnic minorities...
In order to maintain a stable and unified national situation, and for the orderly and harmonious coexistence of the nations...
Ethnic minorities move south...
So those who write historical novels about the Jin Dynasty can just wash their hands and cut them...
