No matter how a few soldiers of the Shenwu Army communicated with them, the old man's eyes always showed fear and depression, and Qin Jin had no choice but to order someone to leave some food, and then all of them quit the village to reduce the harassment of them.

On the way to Xincheng, the captain who came to greet Qin Jin was puzzled:

"Commander Jiang has distributed relief food in various villages, and many farmers have basically maintained considerable goodwill towards us, which is rare in this village. ”

Qin Jin didn't care much about this, it was not something that could be achieved overnight, and even if they tried hard, it was impossible to satisfy everyone, so it was normal for some discordant voices to appear.

The lieutenant explained nervously, naturally there was a willingness to exonerate Shangguan, and there was no need to delve into the root cause of the villagers' hostility to the Shenwu Army.

While they were thinking, the marching procession stopped, and a commotion ensued.

"Report! There is a corpse exposed!"

"Where?"

Soon, Qin Jin saw the corpse hanging upside down on the poplar tree on the side of the road, and it looked like he had not been dead for a long time, and his appearance was all Persian with thick hair.

At this time, it is at the junction of summer and autumn, the weather is still very hot, and the surrounding area is already stinking.

Qin Jin had to order people to put down these upside-down corpses, and then dig a pit on the spot to bury them, so as to save the corpses from decomposing and causing infectious diseases.

However, the wounds on the corpse quickly attracted Qin Jin's attention, many of the wounds were large and deep, and even the bones inside had been shattered, which was obviously caused by the sharp and heavy weapon.

It was not only Qin Jin who saw this, but also the servants around him.

Several lieutenants exchanged heads and ears in private, thinking that this was very similar to the strange knife.

And the Mo knife is only equipped by Tang Bing and Hu Congjun, if those wounds are really caused by the Mo knife, the problem is not simple.

It is obvious that some people are willful and destroy the overall situation of winning people's hearts.

Realizing this, Qin Jin's face was already ugly, and he suddenly connected with the old Persian old man's vigilance and even hidden hatred for himself, maybe it was not their simple timidity and prejudice, maybe there was a reason for it!

Qin Jin immediately ordered the burial to be stopped, so that more useful information could be found from here.

There weren't many hoof prints on the horses nearby, but there were a lot of messy footprints in the leather boots of the foot soldiers.

"Found it, found ......"

A soldier held up a dusty leather bag of water.

Seeing the leather bag, Qin Jin's face became more and more gloomy, and he could see at a glance that this was the style that the Anxi military and civilians were accustomed to.

Could it be that the random speculation just now has come true?

The Shenwu Army has always had strict military discipline, and Qin Jin has never been worried about this.

Now this situation has suddenly arisen, and it is really infuriating.

However, everything needs evidence, and you can't point fingers at anyone out of thin air.

Qin Jin issued another order, bringing in the captain in charge of patrolling this area today, starting with them first, and if there was no problem, then ordering them to check themselves.

Until the sun went down, there was still no clue.

Jiang Fengxiang, the commander of the new army who was responsible for supervising the construction of the new city, did not see Qin Jin arrive as planned for a long time, and also looked for him.

"Why did the prime minister stop here?

Of course, Jiang Fengxiang heard about the appearance of dozens of Persian corpses here, in his opinion, it was not a big deal in the first place, there were countless dead people during the war, what is it if there are dozens of more people?

It's just that Qin Jin cares, not only cares, but also makes the city full of wind and rain, it seems that he will not stop if he does not investigate and deal with the cause of death of these people.

It just so happened that several soldiers led a group of Persians to claim the body.

Qin Jin was determined to investigate this matter thoroughly, so he would inevitably know the identities of these people.

Several waves of people brought it in, but no one recognized their family members as among them.

Soon, Qin Jin noticed that the old Persian man they had seen during the day was also among them.

The old man of Persia's swarthy face was furrowed, and under the light and shadow of the torches, he looked even more old and haggard.

Qin Jin looked at the old man's expression, and for a moment, he almost thought that the old man was going to recognize one or two of those dead corpses.

However, after just looking at them one by one, he shook his head and looked up at the sky.

These actions were clearly the old man's worries and despair.

The horrific sight of the corpses spurred him on and made him more pessimistic about the situation of his sons, who might have become like this somewhere.

Qin Jin came to the old man's face.

"There's no son of yours here?"

He doesn't have any opening remarks and gets straight to the point.

The old man paused for a moment, and seemed not as timid and wary as during the day, first shook his head, and then raised his left hand and wiped it on each of his eye sockets.

"I don't expect them to come back, I just want to be able to raise a few grandchildren......"

The land of Khorasan has been in turmoil for decades, and has been the hardest hit by the Umayyad and Abbasid infighting.

The great cannibals did not treat the Persians as human beings, but captured strong men at will, and conscripted adult men as slaves and soldiers.

Ten out of ten who left the village never returned. Although the old man hoped that his sons would come back, after so many years, the sons were broken out of the village one after another, and none of them were able to come back.

He now just wants to keep a few grandchildren with him, which can be regarded as a reason to continue living.

If he couldn't keep his grandson, he would rather die now than save himself the pain of living in the world alone.

After a simple exchange, Qin Jin learned that the old man's name was Bahram, and his family had lived here for hundreds of years, and although the world was difficult, he had never had the idea of leaving.

"May I ask you, honorable general, do you want justice for these tragic deaths?"

Qin Jin nodded lightly.

There was a sarcastic smile on Bahram's ravine-filled face, all of which looked glaring when huddled together.

"Why, do you think I can't do justice for them?"

Bahram still laughed, and did not answer Qin Jin's question head-on, but asked rhetorically:

"Can you kill your own generals? They have come here from thousands of miles away with you for you, just to send them to death for those worthless aliens?"

Qin Jin asked:

"Do you know how they died?"

Bahram shook his head.

"I don't dare to say, if you say it, you will have to leave in the future, isn't it me and my grandchildren who will be retaliated against?"

It's just that he refused in his mouth, but his eyes were all waiting for Qin Jin to continue to ask, and there was a hint of mockery in it......