The sound came one after another like waves, followed by a stronger wind that stirred up the waves.
A general with one eye wrapped in a wound cloth held a knife in his hand and said with a ferocious expression: "Shout, shout loudly, this is Captain Ma giving you a chance to escape."
He pointed the knife forward and laughed wildly.
"Look, that's where the fairy Lady of Chu is. As long as you can run there, you'll be saved."
"Shout quickly and let the gods come to save you."
The soldiers and horses around him also laughed and screamed wildly.
The cries and shouts here were as noisy as thunder, but the Huainan Road military formation was silent and dead.
"Why haven't you given the order yet?"
Zhongwu rushed over and shouted, looking at the soldiers on the side.
The soldier's body trembled slightly, his expression hesitant: "Sir, are you really, really going to fight?"
Zhongwu shouted in a deep voice: "The two armies are fighting, why don't they fight?"
Because they were ordinary people. Although the local pronunciation was different, the Huainan Road was of the same origin, so it was still somewhat familiar to my ears. If I wanted to charge into the battle, I would have to kill those people.
The soldier held the drumstick tightly. He had never been afraid of killing traitors, but he was afraid of killing people.
A sharp sound broke through the air, and rain of arrows flew from the rebel formation.
The distance has reached the crossbow range.
There was a commotion in the military formation on Huainan Road. The shield soldiers stepped forward and raised their shields. Even though they were in the forefront, there were still casualties.
The group of people who were used as human shields also fell to the ground. The crossbows behind them didn't care about their lives at all, and shot arrows at them intentionally or unintentionally.
The crying and shouting are louder, and the speed of running towards this direction is also faster.
"Run, run faster!" The one-eyed rebel general laughed wildly, "The faster you run, the better!"
The knife struck the horse, and the horse whined and rushed forward crazily.
"kill!"
With a maniacal laugh, the monsters ordered the troops to either ride horses or run towards the Huainan Road military formation.
When the opponent's arrows rained down, Zhongwu had already jumped into the car, kicked the soldier down, and shouted angrily: "Military law."
Immediately, soldiers held down the soldier and carried him down. Zhongwu held the drumstick and was about to beat it, but Li Minglou stretched out his hand to stop him.
The arms stretched out under the white gauze were slender and weak, but Zhongwu's hands immediately stopped.
The drumstick was also taken away by Li Minglou.
The young lady is a girl after all, so I can't help but feel a little anxious, but how can I be benevolent in battle?
Li Minglou looked at the people rushing forward and the rebels hiding behind the people.
"I say something and you shout something," she said.
This was said to the soldiers and horses in the military formation. Countless eyes fell on the woman on the chariot in the center of the formation.
"Fathers of Yangzhou City, I am the Lady of the State of Chu. The Lady of the State of Chu is here to put down the rebellion and attack the city, not to kill you."
"You must understand that it was not my Lady of Chu who killed you, but the rebels and thieves behind you."
"If I don't attack the city, you will die. If I don't attack the city, more people will die."
"I swear in the clear sky that after you die, I will collect your bodies and bury them. I will avenge you. I will use the internal organs of these thieves and rebels to commemorate you!"
"You are fighting for me, and there will be a place for you in our Huainan Road Heroes Temple!"
"You will receive incense as offerings! There will be endless descendants!"
A clear female voice shouted out amid the thunderous noise. Following her words, thousands of soldiers and horses repeated the words in unison, charging towards the rebel camp one after another.
After shouting the last sentence, Li Minglou raised the drumstick. Zhongwu stopped and said in a hoarse voice: "Madam, let me give the order."
No matter what, they are also ordinary people. If Li Minglou orders action, his reputation in the future will be irreparable.
"If you don't raise the knife, won't there be blood on your hands?" Li Minglou said, dropping the drumstick heavily.
War drums rumbled, military formations moved in unison, soldiers, horses and arrows flew towards the people and rebels who were rushing towards them.
The people at the front fell down, but in addition to the fallen, some people turned around and rushed towards the rebels.
It was an old man in his sixties, holding a bamboo pole in his hand: "Mrs. Chu said that if I fight for her, I will be a hero in Huainan Road. If I enter the Heroes' Temple, I will have no worries about my future life."
There are those who are determined to die, but there are also those who want to survive.
"Kill the rebels, help Huainan Road kill the rebels, and we will live." A thin man shouted, pounced on a rebel behind him with his bare hands, and bit off his nose.
The military formations on both sides collided together, and no more cries were heard, only the sound of fighting shook the sky.
Li Minglou beat the war drum again and again, the bloody smell surged into the sky and a strong wind blew up, covering the entire land.
The wooden monk sitting cross-legged in the dark cell of Jiangling Mansion opened his eyes.
He raised his head and sniffed hard, his eyes turned red.
He stood up, grabbed the wooden stick, walked to the cell door, opened the cell door and strode out.
After all, Monk Mu had contributed to Jiangling Prefecture. Although he was nagging and eccentric, the prefect locked him up for further questioning, but he did not treat him harshly. The cell was kept clean, and three meals a day were available at all times. The cell door
It won't even be locked.
After Monk Mu came in, he didn't make a fuss or harass Li Minghua anymore. Instead, he began to meditate. Several times, the jailer suspected that he was dead and had to check his breathing.
The jailer who was joking outside was suddenly startled when he saw Monk Mu coming out.
"Master, are you going to see the prefect?" a jailer asked hurriedly.
Monk Mu shook his head: "I'm leaving."
He kept walking while talking.
The jailer didn't react for a moment: "Let's go? Where?"
Monk Mu looked into the distance, his face getting darker and darker under the sunlight: "Look for the variables that turned the world into a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses."
The jailer didn't understand, but finally came to his senses.
"No, Master Mu." They stepped forward to stop him, "You can't leave until the prefect says anything."
The monk, who neither ate nor drank, looked like a clay or wooden sculpture, just pushed his hand away and pushed away the guards blocking his way. He took one step, two steps, and three steps, and walked to the Yamen in the blink of an eye and walked out.
The guards yelled at the monk and chased him out. When they ran out, Monk Mu could no longer be seen. The shouting attracted the patrolling officers and soldiers, so they immediately issued an order to search. Strangely, no one saw Monk Mu.
, not even the soldiers and horses guarding the gate were seen.
"No monks are leaving the city," they said firmly.
Because the prefect and Li Minghua were away, the news was reported to Xiang Yun. The reinforcements from Jiangling Mansion, which he was temporarily in charge of Huainan Road, were not among them. Moreover, because the soldiers and horses of Huainan Road were in charge of city defense, they sometimes had to come to take care of Xiang Yun.
However, both parties agreed on this matter. Zhou Shi didn't care at all about the monk's coming and going, and Xiang Yun also thought there was no need to make a fuss.
"Since he is a master, he must have supernatural powers." Xiang Yun said gently, calming the jailers in front of him who were excited and frightened and talked nonsense.
"But this monk doesn't know whether he is good or evil yet." A jailer said.
Xiang Yun smiled and said: "The monk saves all living beings without distinguishing between good and evil."
What does it mean? The jailers don't understand.
"Then he's gone." A jailer murmured, "What should I do?"
"He came according to fate." Xiang Yun said: "Now he leaves naturally also according to fate. Then we will meet again if we are destined, and if we are not destined, we will say goodbye."
That's true, the monk came and left suddenly, so he could only let it happen. The jailers put away their confusion and put aside their confusion and fear.
There is still a lot to do in this world.
The world outside Yangzhou is like hell.
Countless corpses filled up the trenches. Standing on the high city wall, the ground turned red. It was so frightening that the hand holding the crossbow kept trembling when I saw Huainan walking into the shooting range.
Even soldiers and horses cannot shoot crossbows.
"They are collecting the corpses." A general whispered to Ma Jiang, "The corpses of the people are also being collected. Do we want to stop them?"
"What are you wasting those arrows for?" Ma Jiang shouted, "They just took them as they wanted, just dead people, but they killed all the people without mercy! What kind of mercy is that Madam of Chu State from the gods and bodhisattvas! She is clearly a Rakshasa evil ghost!
"
He paced on the top of the city, looking at a group of people who had been kidnapped inside the city. The people's faces were full of despair and fear.
Ma Jiang laughed maniacally.
"If she dares to kill, let her kill as many as she can. Let her kill all the hundreds of thousands of people!"
The night covers the hell on earth, but the smell of blood still lingers in the breath that comes with the wind.
Standing on the hill, you can see the sparks of the camp.
"Miss." Zhongwu climbed up and saw a woman who was as independent as a clay sculpture.
There was no one else here, and the night covered the sky. He couldn't help but call out her real name.
Li Minglou did not look back, he was unaware.
Zhongwu took a few steps closer and thought of the overwhelming sadness in Li Minglou when King Zhao died.
Fang Yuanji stayed in Huainan Road to guard, and there was no one he could hope for. Zhongwu held it in for a long time: "Miss, what are you thinking about?"
This sentence actually made Li Minglou speak.
"I wonder if these people are destined to die or not."