Chapter 73: The Difficulties of Mourning the People
Thick crowds of people gathered from the darkness towards the bright ruined temple.
No matter how soft the footsteps were, the ground vibrated, but they ran straight to the ruined temple without any obstruction, without any visible sentry or hidden post.
There was only a burning fire in front of the ruined temple, no one was there, and it was quiet.
The noisy footsteps stopped, something was wrong. Dewey clenched the sword in his hand. Even if he fainted after throwing incense into the fire, everyone would not be dead. Also, where were his officers and soldiers?
The deputy general kicked open the broken door, revealing the scene in the ruined temple before his eyes.
There were a lot of people inside, lying on the ground in various shapes around the burning bonfire. They were all wearing military uniforms. The bright red blood under their bodies had been spreading for who knows how long, condensing like a velvet blanket.
The officers and soldiers leading the way exclaimed: "I, they were still fine when I left."
Under the red firelight and red blood, Dewey's face also turned red, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"You've been fooled!" he shouted, turning back, "Hurry..."
Before he could say anything, the sharp whistle of an arrow penetrated his throat, causing him to fall backwards.
Screams spread everywhere, but were suppressed by more roars, and sharp arrows shot out like rain in the dark night.
The figures tumbled and fell in the fire, and the moths threw themselves into the fire as they wished and completed the last dance of their lives.
The doors and windows in the county government room were closed, and the oil lamps danced from time to time. This was because Wang Zhi got up and walked around from time to time.
"Sir, don't worry, there will be no problem." The scribe sat quietly at the side and smiled, "They only have a few guards. No matter how powerful they are, good dogs can't resist the many evil dogs."
"Dewey's idea is still a bit hasty." Wang knew, "Can you offset the merit by killing them?"
"At least it can calm the anger of the young governor." The scribe sighed, "This matter has nothing to do with us. If we send the news of their murder alone, the anger of the young governor An will definitely be directed at us. We will meddle in other people's business."
If you kill these people and send them away, it can be considered as compensation."
Wang Zhi took a deep breath and stopped talking about this. He had already agreed, and things had already started. There was no point in thinking about it anymore. He stopped and looked at the clock: "They won't wait until destiny before taking action, right?"
Before the scribe could answer, someone knocked gently on the door. The sudden sound in the middle of the night made people jump.
However, it was one of our own who could arrive at the door quietly like this.
"The messenger is here." The scribe pointed to the doorway with confidence.
Wang Zhi sat down and said, "Come in."
Yuan Ji pushed the door open and walked in. The door was not closed, and Ye Feng rushed in.
Wang Zhi and the scribe felt their scalps numb, and they wanted to stand up with a groan.
Yuanji's sword was already in front of him, and he slashed across the sword. The scribe fell to the ground with a cry, and pushed back. Wang Zhi grabbed the handle of the sword with his heart in hand, and blood poured out from his chest and mouth.
"You, you..." He coughed with a lingering sound.
What's going on?
No one gave him an explanation. Yuan Ji didn't open his mouth from the moment he came in until he started to fight. He kicked him and pulled out the knife.
Wang Zhi fell to the ground, with his face pressed against his own gushing blood. Through Yuanji's legs and feet, he saw someone standing outside the door.
Dark night, black umbrella, black robe.
This is what seducing ghosts are like.
The sound of the gong broke through the morning light, and the entire Dou County was awakened. People who were tired and sleeping due to the carnival walked out of their homes in shock. The county government office was surrounded by officers and soldiers.
"grown ups!"
The officer Zhang Xiaoqian stood at the gate of the yamen with a knife in his hand. The young man who had already killed the bandits himself was still trembling when he saw the scene of dead bodies strewn inside.
"We are still late." Yuanji said without much apology on his face. His body was stained with blood and the knife in his hand was curled. "We were robbed and killed by bandits. We originally wanted to come back and tell the magistrate about the bandits.
There are still some remnants, but I didn't expect that these bandits would also attack and kill the county government at the same time."
Zhang Xiaoqian looked at the dead bodies lying here and there in the county government office. Some of them were wearing ordinary clothes, some were officers and soldiers, and there were no police officers.
The bandits just happened, and there was still a lot to do in the aftermath, so the county magistrate left Dewey and the officers and soldiers to discuss it. Because there were officers and soldiers there, the county magistrate did not put the officers on duty at night.
Well-trained officers and soldiers died miserably, and they, the police officers, were even more vulnerable.
No, he means, such a vicious bandit.
Zhang Xiaoqian stumbled to the backyard, where all the county officials were already there. At a glance, he saw the killed county magistrate Wang Zhi, the master, and Dewey in military uniform.
Dewey was shot through the neck and fell on the porch. He stabbed a bandit in the neck with a knife. You can imagine the tragic and heroic battle of Master Du.
An official with tears in his eyes stretched out his hand and stared at Dewey until his eyes closed.
"These bandits are so hateful." Zhang Xiaoqian shouted in a trembling voice, raising the knife in his hand, "Master Chief, quickly mobilize the troops, quickly mobilize the troops."
The chief registrar of Dou County was a gray-haired old official who had been waiting to return home for retirement, but he did not expect to encounter an unprecedented disaster.
Dou County is very small. Since the previous county magistrate was imprisoned for his crime, no new magistrate has been appointed. Apart from Wang Zhi, the only chief official in the county, he is the only assistant official and chief secretary.
After Wang Zhi died, he became the largest official in the county. He had to preside over the overall situation, deal with the aftermath, appease the people, and report to the court... The old secretary felt dizzy, short of breath, and even wondered why he was not in the county.
The ridiculous idea of being on duty and having nothing to do is to die.
"Our Dou County is remote, and we only have one garrison, Mr. Du. He has to go to Fucheng to recruit troops." He held on, "It will take ten days at the fastest to go back and forth, which can't be faster."
"How did these thieves get in? Our city gate is useless." A civil servant stamped his feet.
The official who was responsible for guarding the gate suddenly became anxious: "Because we just wiped out the bandits, Mr. Du, in order to appease the people, took the initiative to ask officers and soldiers to guard the city to replace us. We don't know what happened."
Don't shirk responsibility at this time. Zhang Xiaoqian stood there blankly and was confused. The inside of the Yamen was like a Shura field, and there was also a lot of noise outside the Yamen.
The officials had no choice but to come out in a hurry, and the guards guarding the gate could hardly stop the surging crowd.
Although the county government strictly guarded the area to prevent outsiders from entering, such a big thing happened, and the servants in the government office were so frightened that they spread the news.
The county magistrate and generals were all killed by bandits. Where is the safe place in Dou County? The people were panicked and their cries and shouts drowned out the county officials.
"The wife of Zhenwu Army is back."
Shouts broke out from the crowd, and this sound stopped the noise. Everyone looked back and saw that the crowd had automatically moved out of the way. Two teams of guards, whose bodies were stained with blood and had obviously fought to the death, surrounded a carriage and slowly came.
Behind them, the horses dragged a cage made of branches, inside which were piled corpses.
"This is all our fault." A woman's voice came from the car, "These bandits are taking revenge on us and causing you to suffer too."
Zhang Xiaoqian had already ran over and shouted: "How can this be your fault? It's the bandits who are rampant!"
The woman's voice sighed softly: "I didn't expect the bandits to be so rampant and vicious."
However, no matter how rampant and ferocious they were, these bandits still died in their hands. The people watching were stunned, and one of them shouted: "Madam, please protect us common people."
This sentence suddenly boiled the pot of oil, and people rushed to surround them, stretching out their hands and shouting with tears: "Please protect us, madam."
The people left the gate of the county government office, and the overwhelmed officials were able to take a breather.
The chief secretary looked at the submerged motorcade. The people were like water, and the blood-stained and strong guards were like dams. The water surged and hit the dam, but the lady's carriage was safe and undisturbed.
The guards of this lady are all Zhenwu troops. They are different from the guards in the hinterland who only know how to eat and drink. They defeated the bandits twice and killed the bandits. It is really amazing...
The master's dim eyes lit up.
God bless me!
The chief secretary raised his hand and rushed towards the embankment like waves.