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Chapter 169 Hell Yama

"That's not true. The power of the Zhenwu Dangmo Emperor is unpredictable. I heard that the group of Mongolian Tatars at the border were beaten back steadily. Guo Jing, the commander-in-chief of the 100,000-strong army, captured tens of thousands of war horses, but the Song Dynasty never obtained

A huge gain.”

"The cavalry is already being trained intensively here in the capital. I heard that I am planning to invade Mongolia and rule the Mongolian land in the future."

A group of diners always have endless topics to talk about, especially at the feet of the emperor, discussions about politics can always interest everyone.

"Hey! Let me tell you, the border will be able to advance smoothly soon, reach the former Henan, and regain the lost land of the Song Dynasty. In just one month, tens of thousands of Mongolian Tatars have been beheaded. I heard that the soldiers of the Song Dynasty were not injured at all.

, who can do such a mighty thing?"

A young diner was the most radical. His face turned red with excitement, and he seemed eager to rush into Xiangyang City and face the Mongolian Tatars together with the warriors of the Song Dynasty.

"Hey, you want to join the army. I heard that every time a border officer kills one person, he can get ten acres of land, and there is no need to pay taxes. My uncle's son killed three enemies at the border. Their family was originally miserable, and even the land was unavailable.

I can’t even afford it and I’m about to become a refugee. Not to mention my life is so smooth now, I even wear silk and satin.”

"I really want to go to the border to kill the enemy. I heard that in the past month at the border, no one has even died in battle. Moreover, with the protection of gods, even if you die in battle, you can live a free and easy life. Yama will definitely not dare to be too harsh..."

"Anyone who dares to go to the border to kill the enemy is truly a warrior. Your uncle's son is truly a warrior."

The hall was full of excitement, and the young people's faces were slightly moved, as if they couldn't help but want to go to the border to kill the enemy and serve the country.

Reading and literacy are one way to go, but the imperial examination is too difficult. Only a few people go to high school every year, and most of the rest become green leaves. Some people never go to high school for decades in their lives. What a sad, wasted life.

Instead of doing this, it is better to try your luck at the border.

There are many hurdles in the imperial examination. If the joints between the invigilator and the marking officer are not clear, it will be difficult to pass the exam even if you write a beautiful article.

But now Bianguan is obviously going to open up another path for growth. Anyone with insight can see that Bianguan will definitely have a prosperous career next.

It's just that you need to pin your head to your waistband and fight to the death to gain fame. This is another problem.

"I want to go to the border to kill the enemy. Even if I die in battle, my family will be assigned land and be tax-free for ten years. This is enough."

"If we go together, we might be able to gain fame in the future."

Faced with such radical words, the shopkeeper, who once served at the border, just touched his round belly, feeling a little sad and a little excited.

Following the group of heated discussions, the red-faced young man said: "It's not that easy to make meritorious service at the border."

"Hey, things are different now, shopkeeper!"

"Now the border is protected by heavenly beings."

"I'm about to get promoted to an official position right before my eyes! Shopkeeper, don't be so envious!"



The young man was very high-spirited, and the shopkeeper didn't do much to persuade him. He just sighed quietly.

He thought of Pao Ze who fought with him at the border. He was also a warrior who could carry more than eighty kilograms of armor. There were even more brave beings who joined the army with him. They just returned from a hundred battles. Now he is the only one running the business.

Restaurant, and the former Pao Zeduo is no longer there.

Looking at the group of impassioned teenagers, the middle-aged shopkeeper didn't say much. He just sighed in his heart: "I just hope that under the protection of heaven and man, you can all come back!"



In Xiangyang, the abnormal situation for a month has made the Mongolian generals extremely vigilant.

They have retreated ten miles in a row, but the Mongolian army is still panicked.

Every once in a while, thousands of Mongolian warriors died silently, leaving only a headless corpse.

The message from the seducer spread among the army, and everyone felt frightened and uneasy.

Prairie men who live and die on horseback are never afraid of death, and they will not stop even if they attack the city and break off their hands and feet.

But they are most afraid of this silent death, which is as silent as a ghost or a ghost.

"Did we kill too much and arouse the dissatisfaction of Hell Yama?"

A skinny prairie man with a face full of sorrow and even a little fear. His silent death is more terrifying than the sacrifices exploding on the battlefield.

"Hey, I don't believe in any hell, I only believe in the sword in my hand."

Another man with a strong build and broad chest patted the knife on his waist with disdain, but there was still a trace of unconcealable fear between his eyebrows.

"A man as brave as Captain Lemden died silently after nightfall, leaving only a headless corpse. How long can we survive?"

The thin man looked at Xiangyang City with fear on his face.

"Has the Immortal God abandoned us? The heavenly being from the Song Dynasty is really the reincarnation of Yama. Wherever he goes, the Mongolian warriors will die there."

Another rough man was furious and grabbed the collar of another man and said: "Datamu, are you frightened by the people in the Song Dynasty who are as weak as lambs? How could the grassland give birth to such a cowardly person like you?"

?”

The thin prairie man danced like crazy, and said with some collapse: "You don't understand, you don't understand, you didn't collect the bodies of those brothers, you don't understand, there is no trace of resistance in the entire camp, everyone is there."

Dead, no matter how brave the prairie warrior was, he lay there with his head missing."

"I will never forget that scene in my life. There are no unnecessary scars on their bodies. Except for the knife on their necks, there is no trace of any injuries on their bodies. Their souls seem to have been taken away, and they can no longer fly into immortality.

God, they will sink into the hell of the Han people forever."

Hearing such words, the rough Mongolian man frowned and opened his mouth, but was speechless.

These days, rumors like this have been circulating throughout the Mongolian army. There are often strong Mongolian men asking those Han people who were not favored by them in the past, and asking about the myths and legends of the Han people.

Especially about hell, they know the impermanence of black and white, and the eighteen levels of hell.

Know that killing causes sin.

Together with the tens of thousands of people who died silently, it was a huge blow to the entire Mongolian army.

It was not a physical blow, but a psychological blow.

Even though the Mongolian generals have stopped it many times and even chopped off many heads, there is still no way to stop the spread of this rumor, but it has only made the spread of this rumor more and more secretive.

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