C3

In Ye City, a cold wind blew. At dawn, teams of soldiers holding long spears were patrolling the streets. Under the command of the soldiers, they carried the corpses of the barbarians out of the city with excited expressions on their faces. Others then tried to clear the streets. Due to the two orders given by Ran Qiang, the destruction of the houses in Ye City had been greatly reduced. Apart from the corpses that had fallen, it was hard to see on the surface that there had been a purge of war within the city last night.

Fan Ye and Zhou Tao, who had orders on their side, had already started to lead their subordinates and travel back and forth between the various places in Ye City. Occasionally, one would hear the sound of soldiers collecting money from the Hu, soldiers ferociously slamming down the doors, and soldiers shouting loudly. One after another, carriages or ox-carts, carrying the loot, headed for the former Zhao State Treasury yamen on the east side of the city.

Ran Qiang was already awake. Last night, he had an unprecedented dream about his parents and girlfriend. The scenes in his dream were very clear, and he was also very happy. When he opened his eyes, Ran Qiang realized the time he was in. He suddenly felt a pain in his heart. The most painful thing in this world was parting from life and death. After a moment of surprise, his mind returned to normal. Without the battlefield yesterday, he could no longer feel that cold indifference. He was still his original self.

This also meant that the young people of Zhao had long resented the bullying of the Hu people, and they had a more rebellious spirit, more considering the situation, and more on the issue of survival than Li Nong and the other veterans considering politics. He said with a face full of anger, "This lowly general thinks we should kill him.

Li Nong frowned, "What does a young man know!?" Right now, there are strong enemies surrounding us, if we kill all of them, and if they join hands to attack us, how do we deal with them? " What Li Nong said was the truth. Years of political experience, looking at things from afar, it seemed to be far longer than Zhou Jin's. Zhou Jin was afraid of Li Nong's reputation in the army, so he didn't dare to say anything else. When the others saw this, they no longer dared to say anything.

He finally understood why Ran Min had claimed Li Nong as his king and then killed his entire family. This Li Nong was too prestigious, and already threatened Ran Min's power.

Ran Qiang said coldly: "I have made up my mind, the Karma Karma Kobold must be killed!" He had his own views, if he did not kill Hu, he would not win the hearts of the people, if he did not kill Hu, he would have to face more resistance and riots, the attacks of the Hu people around him were not caused by Hu, they were called Emperor, of course, he had not personally witnessed the massacre, this thought did not burden him, at least not now, he had to learn to stand by his current role and think.

Li Nong sighed in his heart, "This is the way to lose." However, he did not stop them. He knew that once Ran Min made his decision, no one would be able to change his decision. Zhou Jin and a few other young field officers revealed happy expressions.

The smile on his face was somewhat forced, but he knew that a smile was a great treasure that could infect someone else. He smiled and said, "Temple Head, I know that you disapprove of my decision, and I also know that what you've said is beneficial to us." At this moment, he had already learned the words of Li Nong and the others from the surprised guards. His words caused Li Nong to be surprised in his heart. General Ran had changed a lot. Could it be that what he said was true? He had forgotten something?

Ran Qiang's words changed as he swept a glance over the crowd. His face became cold again, "But we must kill every single one of them. Do you know how many people from Zhao have died under the slaughter since the Hu people invaded our Central Plains? Do you know how much of our Central Plains Zhao Ren has left? "If this continues, the Hu will flourish day by day. My people will gradually be wiped out, and my family will be exterminated."

Everyone was silent. Actually, the Han people at that time were under the rule of the powerful and powerful clans. They were more concerned about the interests of their clans and their sense of national survival was still unclear. However, the young Zhou Jin and the other officers were all excited and eager to give it a try.

When Ran Qiang saw that Li Nong had stopped talking, he said, "Order the Right Guard General Wang Ji to lead the North Protector Camp, the North Suppressing Battalion, the Qing Shui Battalion, and the Ling Water Battalion to help Zhou Tao search the property of the Hu people. At the end of the day, the surrounding Hu will be outside the city. Within four days, they must complete the task and wait for the military order. "Ran Qiang could feel the pleasure in giving out the order. Most of the men liked this feeling.

The few people who were called hastily stood up and bowed to receive their orders.

Over the next few days, hundreds of miles outside the Ye city, troops of soldiers and elite riders broke into the houses of the Hu people, loaded their belongings onto the oxen, and drove them to the camp set up outside the city. The groups of Huns, Capricorns, and Xianbei were normally arrogant and proud, but their faces were full of contempt, turning into fear and confusion. Under the drive of the soldiers, facing the cold wind, they slowly walked out of the city, and most of the Zhao people who were watching on the side of the road revealed a resentful expression.

Perhaps it was because when they had just attacked the city, the people of Zhao had been scared by the crazy killing they had done because of their hatred. However, when they were collecting the treasures of the Hu people and driving them away, not many people had shouted or resisted.

It had been three days since the former official, Zhao Bailu, had returned home, led by Ether Bo Pang Yuan, Situ Shen Zhong and Sikong Lang. Other than the more than thirty Hu officials who had been taken away by the guards today, no one had bothered with them and provided them with food everyday. During this period of time, there were also a few people who sternly scolded the guards to call the foremen over, but no one paid attention to them. This was all because of Ran Qiang, as he was not familiar with his superiors yet, he did not consider these matters.

Ye City, twenty miles to the west, a large wooden stronghold was built near the forest. There were only about twenty tents set up around the stronghold for the guards to live in. Under the illumination of the torches around them, they looked at the groups of soldiers walking back and forth uneasily. They believed that the people of Zhao would definitely treat them like sheep, because this was how they treated the people of Zhao. There were also ten strongholds like this that were distributed around Ye City.

On the east side of the stronghold, close to the edge of the stronghold, a group of Hu people had just been ordered by a guard to build a high platform that was more than ten feet above the stronghold. He built eight coals to make the tent warm and there were torches on both sides. On both sides of the high platform, there were a total of two hundred crossbows on both sides of the stage. Behind the crossbows were two hundred archers. Under the shouts of the guards in the village, the crowd of nearly twenty thousand captives quietened down, looking in horror at the group of people who had just sat down in the pavilion.

With Li Nong's subordinates at the left side, and the centurions led by Grand Commandant Pang Yuan sitting in the right side of the tent, all of them looked into the stronghold with indecisive expressions. They didn't know why Ran Min had brought them here all of a sudden.

As one soldier raised a banner of command, flying horses began to loudly shout orders from around the stronghold. Torches began to light up around the stronghold, illuminating the interior of the stronghold. Then, one by one, the Huns, the lowly ones, and the powerful ones were pulled out and driven to a corner in fear. Then groups of knife-wielding soldiers stormed into the center of the group of karma people, and in the midst of all the crying and confusion, the karma people were divided into a group of thousands of people, purposely separated by their kinship. Then a cavalryman galloped through the crowd shouting something, and when he rode out of the crowd, except for a few children who occasionally burst into tears because their mother was too scared to cover her mouth, the crowd immediately quieted down.

As the guards withdrew from the stronghold, more than a hundred spears were thrown in through the wall. Due to the silence, most of the officials could clearly hear the voices of the several dozen strong men outside the fort, "Ten, nine, eight …" Following the sounds, the archers on both sides of the road pointed their arrows at the crowd of karma people. In the silence of the stronghold, amidst the crackling of torches, about three hundred Huns and low rank people, some of them already had ferocious expressions on their faces. If the soldiers of the Zhao Family hadn't ordered them to not move, they would have definitely rushed over to grab those spears.

Finally, when the number three was counted, some of the young and strong karma people who had recovered from their shock ran like rabbits towards the spears scattered around them. There were no soldiers among these karma men, so even though they were young and strong, none of them dared to organize a rebellion against them. Seeing that someone was trying to grab the spear, some of the Capricorn warriors, who had a determined look on their faces, shouted out in grief and indignation. The crowd was as if calm water that had been thrown into a stone. The people began to panic, and the groups of people that were separated according to their relationship immediately shrank. Some young men rushed out to grab the pikes, while some young men surrounded the woman and the children. This was the habit of many years of looting by the grassland people.

Under the watchful gaze of the former official, Zhao, who was already trembling slightly, screams and screams rose one after another. The Hu people, who had once been lofty and aloof in their eyes, suddenly began slaughtering each other like different wolves. The only spear that could be seen was the spear that shifted between the young men. The crazed karma man fought for his wife and children who were trapped in the middle of the grassland. Miserable screams rang out in the air. One of the karma men's spears had just pierced through the crowd and was about to be pulled out to defend his community when another youth kicked him in the back of the waist. Before he could fall completely, the spear was pulled out.

The cold weather quickly froze the blood that flowed out, and the bodies of the dead people that fell to the ground were instantly frozen by the cold wind. Because of the cold weather, the blood that flowed out was quickly frozen, and the dead people that fell to the ground were turned to ice by the cold wind. With the support of his companions, some of the youths who had seized the pikes returned to the community, waiting for the competition to end.

He secretly sighed and clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the crowd back to him and said: "Everyone!" Seeing that the crowd had regained their focus, he forcefully continued, "What do you all think?" The massacre made him feel that the current him did not belong to him, he could not find the sympathy and pity of the past.

Pang Yuan's face was pale as he said incoherently, "A jackal's nature is also a jackal's nature."

"If you want to be an enemy of a wolf, you must use your wolf arts," a person suddenly said in a clear voice.

Everyone looked at the young man standing among the officials. From his attire, it was clear that he was from the Humble Class. Seeing Ran Qiang looking at him, he slowly squeezed out from the crowd of officials. He walked to the middle and bowed, "The Central Region's Yue Shan greets the general." Only then could everyone clearly see that it was a delicate and pretty young man. At the same time, a nearly fifty-year-old official dressed in a fifth-grade robe came rushing out of the crowd, dropped to his knees, and kowtowed. "My son humbles and requests the general to atone for his sins."

Ran Qiang's thoughts were already on Yue Shan. He waved his hand and said, "Stand up and speak."

Yue Shan frowned and went forward to help his father.

"Go back to your seat, I have something to ask Yue Shan." When Yue Shan helped his father to sit down, he went back to the middle and asked, "What was the explanation of what you said just now?" As for who the name Yue Shan was, it was not the main question, he was more curious about the words Yue Shan had said just now.

Yue Shan's expression was calm and polite. He turned around and pointed at the stronghold, which was filled with groups of people fighting against each other. He said in a loud and messy voice, "Hu Man, the character of the wolves, in their eyes, is only that of survival and death. It would be foolish to think that it would not eat people if it was fed some meat. The wolves were under the command of the Wolf King, and the Wolf King was acquired through slaughter. Therefore, he must be more vicious when it came to dealing with the Hu. "I, Zhao of the Central Plains, am as soft as a cow or a sheep, and Hu Ren has slaughtered me like a pig or a dog. If I continue like this, I will become a domestic animal."

Ran Qiang was overjoyed. It was rare for someone to think the same way as him, but even rarer was that this person was able to stand at the national level. So I asked him to sit beside me and watch the fighting and talk with me.

At this time, within the stronghold, there were only a few groups of karma people left. They were all tired and facing each other. No one dared to move, but they were all breathing slowly. The ground was littered with the corpses of dead karma people. Those stiff women, children, and elderly people lying on the ground in disarray gave off a heavy feeling.

The Great Sima Li Nong watched the scene in the stronghold from the side. His heart was filled with fear: The current Great General has become more scheming, and is no longer as open and upright as before. This was not the style of a great general. In the past, Ran Min would directly behead these barbarians.

Within the stronghold, the two remaining groups of karma people had already started fighting against each other amidst the drumbeats outside the stronghold. The mutual slaughter during the fight for the spear had made it impossible for them to reconcile with each other. After only half an hour, only a group of 300 or 400 people remained. Most of them were women, the elderly, the children, and the young were still fighting amongst each other.

Amidst the wails, a group of soldiers came in, retrieved the remaining spears from the karma men's hands, threw them into the field, and brought the karma men to a corner. Then a team of transport camp cooks came in with buckets and bowls and distributed the karma. The soldiers retreated to the side, and the officer waved his hand at the eager and eager Huns and Humans. Suddenly, the Huns and the poor people were divided into two groups. A dozen of them, who were neither Huns nor poor people, were left in a daze. Then, they quickly divided into two groups, followed by two groups.

After the officer shouted, the two groups of hooligans rushed towards the pikes in chaos, and another bloody battle was once again played out amidst the cold wind.

This time it was faster, perhaps because of the lack of people, the slaughter soon came to an end. The young and fierce Huns, the women, children, and elderly who were left behind in the group of people were slaughtered mercilessly by the Huns, and the Huns did not show the slightest mercy to the brothers who had bullied the Zhao people. The people on the grassland were like this, showing mercy to the enemies, which meant the death of their own people.

The massacre soon ended. The Huns, who had been frozen for a long time, looked at the transport battalion's kitchen men eagerly, hoping for food that they had not liked before.

Ran Qiang, who was inside the tent on the high platform, knew that the corpses of the surviving barbarians were buried in the ground. The other captive strongholds had done the same. He couldn't help but think of the Japanese massacre in Nanjing, China,

His cold mood was suddenly suppressed, and he shivered. No, no, this was different. The invader that he had killed had recovered his own identity. He explained in his heart that China needed national integration, but it did not need the integration of other people. He heaved a sigh of relief. The rules no longer followed the rules of the Central Plains. They could only follow the rules of the powerful Hu. This was the only way to earn their respect.

This was the price, one had to pay for making a mistake. Yes, for oppressing the Hu family's aristocrats, didn't they also have to pay?

Rising to his feet, he gave the order to send the officials back to their residence. Under the protection of Zhou Jin, the North Guard Battalion soldiers were in fact placed under house arrest. He then brought Yue Shan back to the Imperial Palace.