Shang Jun asked: "Boy, has your mother been buried?"
Zhang Huan nodded.
Shang Junchang patted Zhang Huan on the shoulder with satisfaction: "That's good! When I buried my father and my mother, I was about the same age as you. Come on, I'll take you to take revenge!"
Zhang Huan clenched his fists, said nothing, and silently followed Shang Junchang out.
Many people gathered at the entrance of the village. They were all villagers who had been driven out by the rebel soldiers to bear witness.
There was a long line of prisoners lined up at the entrance of the village. They were all tied up with ropes. Their hair was scattered and their clothes were messy. It was unclear who they were. We could only tell from the material and style of their clothes that were stained with blood and mud.
Most of them are the richest and most powerful people in the village.
Shang Junchang was very dissatisfied with the attitude of these people and yelled: "You all raised your hands for me, who are you showing this look to? Tell yourselves, did my soldiers arrest the wrong person? Bullying men
Tyrant girl, do you have a share of those who care about human life?"
The rebel soldiers hit the prisoners with sticks, and they immediately began to howl like ghosts and wolves, and began to cry and complain to Shang Junchang, mostly talking about how they had been wronged.
Zhang Huan glanced around and discovered many famous figures in the village, including Deng and the heads of the Wang family.
An old man dressed as a scholar raised his head and begged for mercy from Mr. Shang: "General, please allow me to defend myself. My name is Lin Shan. I am a scholar from another village. I won the scholarship when I was thirty years old. This year
Four out of fifty, but still failed to win."
"Because my family is in dire straits and my wife and daughter don't even have enough food to eat, I accepted the job as a tutor at the Gaishakou Village School. This little old man is the most kind-hearted in his life and never does evil. Please ask the general to forgive me!"
After hearing this, Shang Junchang raised his eyebrows. Seeing that Lin Xiucai looked poor and looked like a rich man, he said, "Oh, since you are an old scholar, you can also be considered a poor scholar."
Poor people, then..."
Zhang Huan suddenly pulled Shang Junchang. Shang Junchang turned to look at Zhang Huan. Zhang Huan thought that he had been beaten by Zhang Sanraizi and asked Lin Xiucai for help, but Lin Xiucai just thought it was too noisy outside and asked Zhang Sanraizi to help him.
Zhang Huan dragged him away and ignored him.
It was clear that Zhang San did not dare to offend the people invited by the Deng family. Lin Xiucai only needed to say a casual word to make Zhang Huan fall into misery. But he did not say anything, and then watched helplessly as Zhang Huan was killed by Zhang San, a scoundrel who was famous for saving food.
Lai Zi dragged him away.
Lin Xiucai was so angry that he cursed Zhang Huan for being a white-eyed wolf. He would eavesdrop at the door of the private school every now and then. However, Lin Xiucai, as a school teacher, never kicked him out. Unexpectedly, he would bite him back today and insist on putting himself to death.
Zhang Huan retorted that he was able to eavesdrop at the door of the private school. It was not Lin Xiucai's kindness at all. He had wanted to expel him before, but Deng Qin, the boy who managed the private school's chores, took pity on Zhang Huan, so he stayed.
Lin Xiucai was so angry that he refused to fight and kept scolding: "Little beast, why don't you die soon?"
Zhang Huan in turn appealed to Shang Junchang: "General, although Mr. Deng Qin comes from the Deng family, he has always been friendly and takes good care of the poor people in the village. Can you spare his life this time?"
Deng Qin, the kidnapped boy in the crowd, raised his head and looked expectantly at
When Shang Junchang heard Zhang Huan talking about this kind of thing, he took out a piece of paper in his arms and read the words on it for a long time. Then he shook his head and said to Zhang Huan: "Mr. Wu said, if you want
Eradicating poisonous roots buried in the soil will inevitably hurt other tree roots. This is the pain of revolution and must not be experienced!"
"Subordinate officials, landlords, local tyrants, gentry, elders, uprights, clan elders, three elders, village sages, ruffians, hooligans, bandits, etc., are all on our list to kill. Originally, I thought this old scholar's family was poor.
, I just want to open up the net. But Deng Qin is from the Deng family, has read a book, and is quite famous in the countryside, so I must kill him!"
Lin Xiucai cursed: "You are acting in such a perverse manner that the countryside will be leaderless and in chaos! A bunch of country bumpkins, they don't want to see the master live a good life, so they will kill indiscriminately! How can you win the world like this? You are really playing the piano randomly!"
Shang Jun smiled: "We want the countryside to be leaderless. Look, we have killed all of you middle- and upper-class people who are somewhat popular. How can anyone come to oppose our rebels? You are building sand mouths, too.
Are you looking for someone to cut off our rebel army’s logistics supply line?”
"This..." Lin Xiucai paused. He knew that someone was secretly supporting the gangsters in robbing the soldiers and grain trucks.
Shang Junchang said: "So, only by killing all of you who are educated, wealthy, powerful, popular, prestige, wise and courageous people in the countryside can our rebel army have peace and help poor people."
Only then can we be stable."
"They no longer have to worry about someone running out to grab their wife. The children say they want to be close to each other. Why do they do evil? All the bad guys who have done evil are gone, and all the dark clouds hanging over their heads that bully men, dominate women, and dominate women are gone.
Yes, this is the sunny sky of our Tang Dynasty!"
As the rebel soldiers brought out all the money and food obtained from ransacking the houses, the drama of beheading in public was about to begin.
Shang Junchang pushed Zhang Huan and asked, "How about it? Do you want to go up and try it?"
Zhang Huan hesitated for a moment, thinking of his mother Zhang Qin who died tragically, and nodded in agreement.
Shang Junchang said to the soldier next to him: "Give this guy a knife and arrange for him to chop someone."
So Zhang Huan got a knife and followed a dozen soldiers to the tied prisoners.
Shang Junchang gave an order, and everyone raised their knives and slashed downwards with all their strength. Zhang Huan was not strong enough, and the blade only cut half of the prisoner's neck. The man shouted in pain, and Zhang Huan was frightened.
After a jump, I didn't dare to cut it down anymore.
Shang Junchang ignored Zhang Huan and allowed the prisoner whose neck was cut in half to cover his neck and howl miserably, and then let the dozen soldiers continue to act as executioners, hacking all the mortals to death with one knife after another.
There are a total of 187 prisoners tied up here. They were originally rich and powerful people from famous Shezhe families in Gaishakou Village and even Bagongqiao Town, but now it seems that they are nothing like ordinary people.
The difference is, you can't survive even if you cut off your head.
After all, if people are killed, they will die!
Many relatives of prisoners were not involved in being beheaded, but their family property was confiscated. When they saw their relatives being beheaded, they burst into tears or even broke down in tears.
The faces of the villagers who were watching were expressionless, full of numb expressions of helplessness in this troubled world.
Until the rebels left with a full load of harvest and a group of orphans who had lost their parents, the villagers began to feel a little confused. All the people in the village who could speak and were willing to obey were killed. What should they do now?
There was no other way, so they had to go back to their respective homes to get some food first, but without those wealthy gentry and village elders, more expressions gradually appeared on their faces.
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I haven’t had any words from the author lately because I waste time playing with my phone every night before writing a book and go to sleep after writing. Today I have to say that Qi Grave Earth and Wild Grass gave me a chapter recommendation two days ago, and I added more than 90
I collected a collection, and then started to run away, losing more than a dozen collections. God, you have done all the evil things, and the readers have a wrong mentality 555555