The fog in the early morning has gradually dissipated. The city that was originally immersed in the fog revealed its original appearance as the fog dissipated. The originally blurry vision outside the palace gate also became wider.
From a distance, a special team can be seen from the direction of Zhongyang Palace. The gorgeous top cover and the red feathers flying in the wind on the crimson scepter make the entire scepter look like the God of Death from a distance.
The sickle in his hand was still stained with fresh blood.
"Lord Dong Zhuo escorts His Majesty to the court!"
With the shout from Si Li Huangmen, the identity of that gorgeous team is self-evident. Accompanying the shout of Si Li Huangmen are the soldiers protecting the chariot with the gorgeous roof.
The dull sound made when the iron boots collide with the ground while walking.
"Dong...dong...dong..." The sound was like the sound of a death knell, making the heart of everyone who heard the sound feel like it was twitching with the sound.
Death is coming.
Yes, the God of Death is here. The God of Death is sitting on his beloved chariot and driving slowly. He is surrounded by his loyal subordinates, and his whole body is wrapped in Netherworld armor made of cold marrow iron mined from the Netherworld Hell.
Cheering for death.
What pulls the chariot of death is not the skeletal horses from hell, but enslaved souls, a group of souls that are even more depraved than those lying on the road that is about to become hell. But they cannot resist the temptation of depravity, because
They knew that as long as they agreed to the conditions of the God of Death, their wives and children would be protected from aggression, and their family would be able to preserve its vitality.
So they degenerated, and they pulled the chariot of death to crush the bluestone road full of souls step by step.
It's just that although they have fallen, they still feel bursts of sadness and anger when they see the road piled with souls in front of them, because the chariot belonging to the God of Death behind them is really too terrifying, and for those who
For these noble souls in the eyes of the fallen, this kind of terror is too cruel, and it is so cruel that their bodies visibly tremble.
When this chariot of the God of Death appears in front of us, we can truly feel the bloody breath coming from the chariot. This chariot belonging to the God of Death has indeed lived up to the name of its owner.
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The wheels of the chariot are all exuding a metallic luster from the axle to the outwardly scattered spokes to the outer edges of the wheels. Although it is unclear whether the solid wood is wrapped with a metal skin or whether it is completely cast from metal, it cannot be
What is denied is that the two wheels of this chariot and even the entire chariot are not light. At least the nearly twenty people pulling the chariot think so. Because they were pulling the chariot shirtless on the early winter morning.
It's sweaty.
I'm afraid that even if they are lucky enough to survive the butcher's knife after today, I'm afraid they will still catch a bad cold. If they don't pay attention or become depressed, I'm afraid it will still be inevitable in this era where medicine is quite advanced but still very backward.
One death.
However, obviously the owner of the chariot did not think that just increasing the weight of the chariot would match his status as a god of death, so he wrapped a layer of bronze skin on the outside of the rim of the wheel (that is, the frame of the wheel), and the skin was covered with various ink.
Regularly distributed metal spikes.
Each spike is about an inch long, probably for this "feast". Each spike has been carefully polished, and each one looks so sharp. It can be cut with just a slight scratch.
A bleeding wound was caused on the human body.
The pins (that is, the pins) that fix the axles and wheels on the chariot to prevent the wheels from falling off have also been greatly changed.
Although the chariots are generally made of bronze or iron and are mainly flat and long, the owner of the chariot obviously admires the collision between chariots in ancient times. Each chariot is like a heavy tank, fighting against the infantry.
Under cover, it can attack the enemy's military formations unscrupulously, causing a lot of damage to enemy soldiers. The reason why the tank can achieve such a combat effect is not because of the martial arts of the people on the tank, but because of the people on the battlefield.
Unique weapon design.
Although it was originally long and flat but not protruding when mounted on the axle, the chariot was artificially lengthened a lot, and then a sharp knife was installed on the top of the chariot, making the entire chariot look like a martial arts master using a ground knife.
Generally, the path passed by can cut off an adult's knees. Although the effect is not as cruel as when a tank crushes the human body, but combined with the impact of the tank, it is still very powerful to kill ordinary soldiers with one blow.
Easy, and then leave a pile of broken corpses.
This is the chariot of Death, a war machine specially designed to harvest lives. Now, new targets have appeared on its path. Although these targets have no ability to resist at all, who made Death's teeth very good?
It's okay to eat cold food.
"Brother Zifa, I'm sorry." This is the sad cry of a fallen soul.
"Brother Cheng! If you die, die! What are you afraid of! It will definitely be recorded in the history books! I don't believe he can cover up everything!"
Although the speaker is very powerful, he is just a background after all, a background trampled by dozens of feet. Even if he shouts "At the end of the Zhongping Dynasty, the Dong thieves disrupted the government and killed countless loyal ministers", it could not change the fact that he was about to suffer a fate.
Facts about a hearty lunch box.
Of course, his experience was good. After all, he still had the strength to shout a few lines, and he didn't play a role in vain for a while. However, more people could only let out a low or weak scream, just like that.
Just like their vain steps.
However, these prisoners who claimed to be loyal ministers could only curse Dong Zhuo, his family and subordinates in the most vicious words, either loudly or secretly, but they did not dare to do anything to the chariot that ran over their bodies.
of complaints.
Because the person driving this chariot is none other than the 9-year-old little emperor Liu Xie. Although the way he ascended the throne has been secretly despised by many, his identity is unquestionable, especially today after Liu Bian's death.
The Han emperor.
They are the ministers of the Han Dynasty, and they claim to be the loyal ministers of the Han Dynasty. Liu Xie is the de jure emperor of the Han Dynasty - if the king wants his ministers to die, loyal ministers have to die. Bigan died, Dou Ying also died, since they
Of course, the loyal minister will also die.
"Don't stop, keep going forward!" Dong Zhuo shouted angrily when he saw Liu Xie's hands holding the "reins" trembling.
After all, he was still a half-grown child. Although he was already familiar with the cruelty of palace struggles, when this bloody and cruel scene appeared in front of him, even if he only took a brief look, his nerves still felt extremely uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the chariot was big enough. After taking a look at it, Liu Xie didn't dare to look away, and he couldn't see the bloody scene behind him. However, the screams in his ears still stimulated his vulnerability.
Due to his nerves, Dong Zhuo roared out to drive out the screams that had been lingering in his ears and heart.
It's just that Liu Xie is only a half-grown child after all, and Dong Zhuo, as a general who kills decisively on the battlefield, naturally has extremely strong murderous aura, so even if he deliberately restrained his aura, after the roar just now,
Zhong Yiran still revealed some of the murderous intention he had accumulated. As a result, poor Liu Xie was completely frightened and cried, with tears streaming down his face.
"The country is in such dilapidated state, Your Majesty, do you know the reason?"
Seeing Liu Xie's look, Dong Zhuo knew the reason for this, but he would not apologize to the little emperor just because of it. This was not something his pride could allow. So he thought of another way, which was to change the topic.
"I don't know, I don't know!" Looking at Liu Xielue's somewhat hysterical answer, we knew that Dong Zhuo's methods were not very clever, and the little emperor was still in a mentally unstable state. But Dong Zhuo didn't care.
He continued talking to himself.
"corruption!"
"dissolute!"
"Selfish!"
"eunuch!"
"Relatives!"
"corrupt!"
Dong Zhuo's voice became louder and louder, and in the end it was like a roar. The deafening sound was like a drumstick beating into the hearts of everyone present. Even Liu Xie, who originally planned to cover his ears and refuse Dong Zhuo's "teaching", although
She didn't lower her hands from her ears, but the original crying sound gradually subsided, and her ears were no longer covered so tightly.
"The powerful foreign relatives are entrenched in all directions and impose exorbitant taxes. The people are in dire straits, rebellions and bandits are frequent, political cases are ignored, and grievances abound!"
"The greedy will enjoy themselves, the wise will be abandoned, and the court will be filled with fools, mediocrity and inaction!"
"Poor discipline leads to loose folk customs, rampant evil practices, rampant evil, and proliferation of cults!"
"Everyone says that I, Dong Zhuo, am cruel and incompetent and a disaster, but I can use my wealth to buy officials and become nobles!"
"Why, why..."
"Why didn't anyone stop it?"
"Why does no one dare to remonstrate?"
As if his momentum had reached its peak, Dong Zhuo suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted, pointing his hands directly at the sky. His voice could be clearly heard even far away from the Luoyang Palace, as if God was helping Dong Zhuo convey his anger.
"People who kneel! People who lie down! This is your duty!"
After venting, Dong Zhuo's mood seemed to calm down a little, and the air that was originally almost stagnant seemed to be a little refreshing.
But when everyone present was trying to breathe more fresh air, Dong Zhuo moved again.
He raised his clasped hands in front of him, and said solemnly with an expression and voice as if he were on a pilgrimage:
"Today, I, Dong Zhuo, will use these blood-stained hands to dot the eyes of this blind dragon like Han!"
"Wake up! Sleeping dragon!"
Under Dong Zhuo's shock, all the officials kowtowed for a while.
