In the distance, the thousands of elites who fled from the city immediately fell apart with the death of Cheng Zhiyuan. The red and black aura that enveloped them suddenly dissipated, and many people began to panic, hesitate, and turn around.
As the bandits dispersed, tens of thousands of bandits' families immediately cried, ran away, begged for help, trampled on them, moaned and screamed into a tsunami, overwhelming the sound of wind and rain, and everyone's heart trembled.
Ye Qing completed this game by himself, but he didn't feel any joy at all. He thought to himself: "If this is the case, these people look like humans, but they are actually made of resentment. Therefore, when the elite is stronger than the strongest army in the history of the earth, once they lose their core,
It fell apart immediately, without even a chance to fight back."
At the moment, he just gave a cold order: "Give me my order, the cavalry will patrol the camp, and those who surrender and kneel will not be killed."
"Yes" someone immediately responded.
Zhang Fei looked at it and said, "The thief is about to break out. Brother is a little unhappy?"
The oncoming wave of people, whether they were civilians or soldiers, all avoided the cavalry. Some even fell down while avoiding, were trampled and screamed in agony, but they did not dare to take a second look.
Ye Qing pointed at these with a slightly gloomy expression: "How could I want this? Look, even if six or seven thousand of the bandits' ten thousand are in the city, there will be forty thousand left here. How many lives will be lost? We can't kill as much as this in one night.
moment"
Zhou Ling blinked her eyes and looked at his back. She said nothing, but sighed in her heart: "This is my young master."
Guan Yu's face turned red and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
"I know what the second brother wants to say, but I am being hypocritical, because just now I drove the thieves' families to attack the city." Ye Qing smiled bitterly, with a gloomy expression: "These women, children, and old people may be innocent, but they are
Support the rogue bandits to fight and sweep across larger states and counties..."
"What I did to them tonight is not what the bandits want to do to the two states of Qingyou? It's just that I did it in the first camp and brought disaster to 50,000 people. These people did it all over the world and brought disaster to five million people."
"I can distinguish between big and small. I use the lives of most people to decide the death of a small number of people. This is not about who is right and who is wrong. I am a bandit and have no way to survive. I can only rebel and coerce.
, I will do the same, maybe even more ruthlessly... Don't look at me like this, it has nothing to do with justice or wrong, it's just about fighting for a way to survive, and in the end it depends on who is stronger and who can fight for a chance of survival."
"The way of the White Emperor is to kill and fight for the vitality of the world. Isn't that what it is?" Ye Qing said calmly, his eyes narrowed. On this huge chaotic battlefield, traces of white energy surged over and merged into his body.
, in just a moment, the White Emperor broke through at the second level.
This kind of fighting spirit is probably the most effective one. No wonder there are often broken armies and greedy wolves in troubled times...
"Tonight, I won a big victory, but what about in the future? More dangerous situations are waiting for us to fight... we may fail, and we may also get our heads chopped off, but this is the path I have chosen, so I have no regrets."
"Master" Zhou Ling said angrily: "Don't say such unlucky words."
"Okay, let us enjoy the glory of the victors and see the faces of the losers."
"I don't have enough troops. I'm afraid I won't be able to save Rongcheng overnight. As long as we wait until tomorrow, these traitors will probably disperse. Although they will become wandering traitors, we can't care about it. We have our own counties to encircle and suppress them."
"Also, this bandit camp has been plundering continuously. Although there is not much food, various materials are piled up like mountains. However, I am too weak now to swallow them, but I cannot let them go."
"Pass my order. The gold, silver and jewelry are very small in size, but you don't care about people knowing about them. Everyone who knows about them is dead." Ye Qing pointed at the inner camp and said.
"Only a quarter of the gold, silver and jewelry will be registered and handed over to the court. The remaining quarter will be managed by county magistrates and prefects, but don't show too much, so as not to arouse the court's suspicion."
"Don't take too many weapons and armor, a thousand pairs is enough."
"We will select the best and the best from among the 500 families, as well as their family members, and transfer all the rest to the prefect for him to make arrangements for." At this point, Ye Qing sighed.
The Han family has always been ruthless. Historically, in response to the Yellow Turban Uprising, "any self-defeating person, regardless of age or sex, will be killed." It is said that millions of people were killed in one go. This is actually one of the reasons for the rapid decline in the population of the Three Kingdoms.
This time, the rebel army did not shout the slogan "Heaven is dead, Huang Tian is here to stand". It may be a buffer in nature, but what will be the end?
Not sure yet.
It's just that this is a helpless matter. Ye Qing is not qualified to make decisions on this level of matters now. Taking in five hundred families has already committed a political risk.
Rongcheng
At dusk on the fourth day, the sun set on the side of the sky, and its soft red light shone down on the broken city.
A sound of horse hooves sounded from the ruined county government office. The wheels rattled through the scattered streets, passing soldiers searching for supplies among the ruins. The carriage came out of the city gate, followed closely by a group of cavalry.
The former soldiers and civilians living in the city were, as expected, following the death of Cheng Zhiyuan and the bandits dispersed. However, these former soldiers and civilians thought that they were rescued by Ye Qing from a night of fire and water, and they were grateful.
However, after leaving Rongcheng to inspect the refugee camps, a team of personal guards came to protect them. According to Zhou Feng, this was to prevent the refugees from slipping through the net.
Ye Qing didn't care much about destroying the bandits, not only the original soldiers and civilians in Rong City, but also a trace of white air fell on him, even the way the bandits looked at him changed... This is not surprising, the strange thing is that every time
My personal aura has undergone some changes. The original black and red aura collapsed, most of the black was eliminated, and it was still 30%. The rest turned into gray and white aura.
Ye Qing knew that some pessimism was nothing. As long as it was incorporated into the system, it would be gradually eliminated. But it would be difficult to deal with just being black. Maybe it was not recognized by the court?
At this time, the fortunes of thirty thousand people gathered together, and this day was integrated into themselves.
"Almost equal to half of the Ye family's supply. This is the luck that has not yet resumed farming and production, and has not yet returned home. I have to say that having more people is an advantage..."
"Turn yin into yang, turn calamity into blessing, this is the trophy of historical battlefield. I have gained so much by myself, how much can the entire heavenly land system gain? It is really unimaginable..."
"What's even scarier is that even if I succeed in re-establishing the Han Dynasty in the other world, my fortune will only last thirty to fifty years. In reality, it will be less than a year. When Liu Bei's body dies, I can only offer sacrifices to him in the future.
The way is to extract a small proportion of luck from the dynasty. Unless there is an industrial revolution or a Taoist revolution, the life of the dynasty will be three hundred years. How many more years will it have in the main world?"
"However, the heavenly feudal land system will not collapse. Unless the world in a certain state becomes independent, or a certain state is captured by evil spirits from outside, the great fortune will last forever."
"This is the difference between the light of a candle and the light of a bright moon..."
Ye Qing harbored a little envy, jealousy, and hatred, but knew that there was no comparison between a mortal body and the power of heaven, so he continued to flip through bundles of old and yellowing books.
Zhou Ling made a cup of hot tea for her young master and looked at him for a while.
I don't know what came to mind, but the girl suddenly flashed her eyes, hiding her shame, turned around and lifted the curtain to look.
At this sight, she could no longer take her eyes away.
Under the pure blue sky, this is a beautiful autumn scene, as real as if such a world really existed.
What you see is grain fields, rivers, and straight roads. What comes to you is a large stretch of camps. The army is patrolling, the craftsmen are reorganizing and repairing, the peasants and soldiers are grabbing grain... and there are bamboo rafts for fishing in the river, collecting rice.
The crowds of people eating food, the children on the roadside looking carefully at their mothers’ arms...
The smoke from the kitchen was rising, revealing a little vitality.
In the eyes of this girl, although this life was meager, compared to the cruel night the day before yesterday, this was like a Taoyuan.
"This is great." The girl sighed, her eyes gradually regaining their tranquility.
Ye Qing flipped through the old books, caressed her smooth back, and smiled knowingly: "I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times. Not many people like to fight, and they can calm down in just a few days."
"Yes." Zhou Ling turned back to look at him again, her dull expression thawed with a smile, and she showed a rare beauty, and asked: "What are you reading, Master? They all seem to be old books..."
"They are the county annals of Shenze County over the years, recording the county's history, resources, settlements, wealthy families, and characters. It can be said that with this, restoring production order can be done in a matter of seconds." Ye Qing smiled: "Don't say goodbye.
Looking at the recovery now, can these fishing and hunting activities sustain the survival of tens of thousands of people? The high-pressure mechanism during war cannot be maintained for too long. The crops in the fields still have to be harvested, and most of them are destroyed by the bandits. The remaining bits have to be taken back...
If I buy grain from the south, I will keep an extra fifty thousand taels of goods collected..."
Zhou Ling didn't understand much, but she could see that her young master was a little tired.
She knelt down behind him and helped with the massage: "Sir, can we go back tomorrow?"
Ye Qing asked casually: "Lingling doesn't like it here?"
"It's nothing. I can accompany you wherever I go. I just miss sister Qianqian and Zinan and the others. It feels like... I haven't seen them for a long time."
"That's it..." Ye Qing sighed in his heart. After all, not everyone is as bound to the history of the earth as he is. He smiled and said: "Ling Ling, you are still in love with the world. What about the descendants of other forces?
Is this just a world in a book, or was it created by some hateful guy who is not doing his job, and evolved from a contemporary popular novel? How much sense of identity can this have? Just don’t fight me..."
Zhou Ling only understood the first sentence, blushed and remained silent.
Ye Qing chuckled and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, I guess if Lingling waits one more night, you will be at home when you wake up the day after tomorrow."
Although she was still a little embarrassed, the girl was still happy for such a clear answer. After thinking about it, she blushed and came closer, and asked her young master to change his accustomed position and rest his head on her breast.
Ye Qing enjoyed the warmth and softness on his head and stopped talking. He took out an old county journal in his hand, flicked the dust off the cover and stared at it.
On the front cover are the words "Rongchenghou Guozhi", with the same handwriting annotation "Changed Shenze County - New, the first year of the founding of the People's Republic of China", followed by an interesting line of small characters "Mang tampered with the pseudo-emperor, due to the restoration of the old system, Xunzhi Shen
Ze County
Ye Qing smiled knowingly, "Three sentences, three dynasties, three positions, the same recorder, what a civil servant's ethics..."