Chapter 645: A River of Blood

It wasn't raining, but there was the sound of running water on the streets. Groups of soldiers, armed with swords and spears, were walking cautiously among the streets. There was no joy of victory on their faces, but there was endless fear and fear. Endless rage.

What is flowing on the ground is not water, but blood. It flows along the slightly sloping streets towards low-lying areas. Wherever it gathers, it forms a pool of steaming blood. In more places, there are It has condensed into clusters of purple and black. On the ground, on the walls, and on the fortresses in the streets, they are like flowers of evil from hell, blooming cruelly and coquettishly.

As soon as he stepped on it, he felt a little sticky. When Zhao Mu lifted his foot, what he saw was the bloodshot threads on the boots. This veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time and had seen countless blood couldn't help but feel nauseated. a feeling of.

This is Hefeng County, a small town in Daijun. However, this small town delayed the Zhao army for half a month, until they finally ran out of troops and food. The Zhao army finally broke through the city. What was waiting for them was not Instead of the flowers and cheers that welcomed Master Wang, men, women, old and young fought back. Barricades had long been built on the streets, and every lane and house had become a murder trap.

The unprepared Zhao army suffered heavy losses in this city. After half a month of attacking the city, they only killed and injured more than a thousand people. However, after breaking the city, in order to fully occupy this small county town, they actually More than a thousand people died.

Most of them were killed unexpectedly when they first entered the city.

When the Zhao army entered the city and attacked the barricades, they also searched for the rebels guarding the city from house to house. Yes, the troops in Daijun are now rebels. Those women who looked trembling, those old people huddled in the corner. Even those young boys would draw swords and spears from the dark when Zhao Jun was unprepared. Stab these soldiers hard in the chest and chop off their heads.

Zhao Shang, the forward general of the Zhao army. The first person to invade Hefeng County suffered heavy losses before he could experience the joy of the first victory. He saw that his elite soldiers did not die under the city wall or fell under the swords and guns of the enemy soldiers. , but in the end he was inexplicably killed by old, weak, women and children, and his eyes turned red. An order to massacre the city was immediately issued.

Hefeng County was plunged into a sea of ​​blood. By the time Zhao Mu heard the news and came from the rear base camp to stop him, there were only a few people left in Hefeng.

Zhao Mu walked in a pool of blood, feeling numb all over. The bright red in front of his eyes seemed to be expanding infinitely. When he opened his eyes, it seemed that the world had turned red. His tall body shook a few times. Under the shock of the soldiers, In the cry. Almost fell down.

"It's okay, it's okay!" With the support of his soldiers, Zhao Mu managed to stand up straight. After calming down, he said, "Let's go to the county government office."

Soldiers are cleaning the battlefield,

After collecting the corpses, Zhao Mu felt his heart twisting with pain as each corpse was carried in front of him. These are all the people of Zhao. They should share the same hatred and stand shoulder to shoulder on the battlefield against foreign enemies. Instead of killing each other.

The county government is right in front of us, and the buildings there are taller and sturdier than elsewhere. Therefore, there is more blood flowing here, in the air. The rich smell of blood lingers, and every time you step on a step, a blood-red footprint will be left on the step. The color of the steps on this stage has long been invisible.

Zhao Mu stepped into the county government office, and the first thing he saw was Zhao Shang kneeling in the courtyard. Similarly, the courtyard was also filled with blood, and corpses were piled on top of each other. It looks like a wall. Inside, there are county soldiers from Daijun and ordinary people wearing ordinary clothes.

Zhao Mu did not look at Zhao Shang, who was kneeling upright in the yard, and walked straight to the wall of corpses. He stretched out his hand and touched a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. The boy was killed by a spear pierced through the chest and abdomen. However, he held the spear shaft tightly with one hand, and the other hand hanging down was still holding a knife tightly. Although he was dead, he still stared blankly with his pale eyes. Looking ahead, Zhao Mu read hatred in it.

Zhao Mu shook his body a few times. This time, he did not hold on, but slowly sat down in a pool of blood on the ground, holding his head in his hands, with tears streaming down his face.

"Lieutenant, please kill me!" Zhao Shang came on his knees, knelt down in front of Zhao Mu, and cried loudly, "I have to give this order, because my soldiers are dying, and I can't let my brothers go to waste. It's all my fault that I died here, please kill me!"

Zhao Mu raised his head, looked at Zhao Shang, and shook his head slowly.

"Zhao Shang, even if I have to deal with you, it is not me. I have received the order from the king to return to the capital to report on my duties. The person who will replace me is Zhao Qi. He will command you to attack Zhao County. You, wait until he comes. , please apologize to him!" Zhao Mu's voice was almost inaudible.

"Lieutenant!" Zhao Shang's eyes suddenly widened.

"Is there anyone alive?" Zhao Mu did not talk about this topic again, but asked directly.

"After receiving the Taiwei's order, our army stopped massacring the city, but there were not many people left. Everyone in the city was arrested, but the resistance in the county government was the strongest. At the end of the day, the general He personally directed the attack and eventually captured a dozen people alive, including Lin Sen, the magistrate of Hefeng County. He failed to commit suicide and was captured by our army. "

"Bring him here, I want to ask him, why? Why do you do this?" Zhao Mu almost burst out these words from his throat.

Lin Sen was dragged in almost without touching the ground. Zhao Jun's hatred for him seemed to be quite strong. The thick hemp rope cut deeply into his flesh, highlighting the blood dripping on his chest. And that somewhat shocking wound, the scar was just above the heart, but it only penetrated the flesh very shallowly. His clothes were torn to pieces, revealing his thin body. He was tied so tightly that his ribs were sticking out.

Zhao Mu looked at this frail scholar. He had been stationed in Dai County for many years and had met the county magistrate once. Zhao Mu had an excellent memory. Anyone who had met him once would never forget it. At this time, he looked at the bloody prisoner, but his eyes were full of disgust.

"Lieutenant Zhao!" Lin Sen blurted out.

"Kneel down!" the soldier who dragged him over shouted sternly.

When Lin Sen saw Zhao Mu, he was momentarily absentminded at first, but after hearing the soldier's sharp shout, he raised his head and laughed: "Kneel down, why do you have to kneel down? The lieutenant is no longer the lieutenant I am waiting for, but ours." I, Lin Sen, will be dead if I die, how can I kneel to my enemy?”

Zhao Shang was furious and hit Lin Sen's knee with a scabbard. Lin Sen bent his knees and was about to kneel to the ground. But this man was really good at it. He twisted his body violently and fell heavily to the ground on his side. He drank it on the ground and immediately saw blood. He finally did not kneel down in front of Zhao Mu.

Seeing such a strong scholar, even though Zhao Mu was disgusted, he was finally moved and waved his hand, "Help him up."

Two soldiers held Lin Sen up.

"Why?" Zhao Mu looked directly into Lin Sen's eyes, pointing at the corpses all over the yard and the dead boy, "Why do you do this? You have been the county magistrate in Hefeng for more than ten years. I also know that you love the people like a son." "You are very popular in Hefeng. If you hadn't organized and incited these people, would they have died like this? You are also the people of Great Zhao!"

Lin Sen looked at Zhao Mu, but suddenly burst out with a ghost-like laughter: "The people of Zhao? Lieutenant, do you think so? Okay, then let me ask you, twenty years ago, that At that time, I was just a boy of more than ten years old. That year in Daijun, there was a severe drought that was rare in a century. The land was bare for thousands of miles and there was no food harvest. However, you still had to support tens of thousands of troops stationed in Daijun. At that time, the imperial court asked Daijun The county has a grain of rice for relief!”

Zhao Mu closed his eyes. Of course he would not forget the severe drought that year.

"Ten years ago, a locust plague severely affected Daijun, but not a grain of food was needed to supply the army. Do you know how many people starved to death in Daijun that year? That year, I was already The county magistrate of Hefeng, let me tell you, in Hefeng County alone, 1,548 people died of starvation. Where was the court at that time?"

"Zhao has hundreds of thousands of standing troops, all of which are supported by the imperial court. Why should Daijun have to support your tens of thousands of troops with just one county?" He suddenly turned back and pointed at Zhao Shang and the soldiers around him, "You, you guys, Which one has not drank the blood of my people?"

Zhao Mu let out a long breath and felt a wave of boredom rising in his heart, "This is the only way I can resist the Huns."

Lin Sen laughed endlessly, "Yes, you have to resist the Huns. No matter how poor or trapped you are, we Daijun people will admit it. We will starve to death and die of poverty, but we will not lose a grain or a penny from you." Pay money, but where were you when the Huns came five years ago? Where were you when the Huns swept through my county?”

Lin Sen looked very scary at this time. He was struggling desperately, his eyes were wide open. The two soldiers tried their best to hold him down, "Zhao Mu, in the past few decades, if it weren't for Princess Zilan, Lord Dai would You can't survive long ago. In the drought twenty years ago, Princess Zilan lost all her wealth. In the locust plague ten years ago, Princess Zilan starved to death one of her sons. Now, you have killed his eldest son. , you still want to kill him, I'm here to tell you, we won't allow it, not Daijun people. "

Zhao Mu was silent. Not only him, but also Zhao Shang was silent. There was a deathly silence in the yard.

After a while, Zhao Mu waved his hand, "Let him go!"

Zhao Shang was shocked and said, "Lieutenant, this person is like a madman."

"He is just a weak scholar, what else can he do to me?" Zhao Mu said coldly: "Lin Sen, I'll let you go and give Zilan a message for me."

"This sentence is, Zilan, is this what you want?" (To be continued)

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