Yanzhou East County

Countless unclothed civilians were pressed to their knees, their bodies covered with large and small scars, and their thin and dirty appearance could only barely be called "human" creatures. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Next to them stood rows of soldiers with broadswords, numb expressions, who now held the position of the Grim Reaper, looking down on the prostrate civilians with indifferent eyes.

This was originally one of the first places to set off a rebellion when the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out, the local Taiping Dao believers unveiled the uprising, countless people who had been oppressed for a long time followed the trend to resist the power, and with the advantage of numbers with an unstoppable momentum to overwhelm the unresponsive Shi family, the local Shi clan bureaucrats fled the local area under the escort of their subordinates, and the Taiping Dao believers who enjoyed the fruits of victory divided the family's money and food, and obtained unimaginable wealth.

And then what?

Although the rule of the bureaucracy of the family was oppressive, it also acted as a rule called order, destroying the old order without the new order being maintained, and the result was that Dongjun became a disorderly and chaotic zone.

Stealing, robbing, ****, murder......

These crimes, which should have been lurking in the shadows, have become blatant, and it has become commonplace to happen in broad daylight, and this group of Yellow Turbans who were born at the bottom and occupied the city with brute force do not know how to deal with it, because there are many Taiping believers among the criminals.

In this way, Dongjun, which was originally only a small number of people who could not survive, became even worse, and the market that was still lively and orderly before the rebellion was completely depressed, because after the Yellow Turbans occupied the city, they regarded themselves as the bosses, openly taking things and not giving money, and if some people objected, they would use their fists and kicks, which could be said to do whatever they wanted, and they regarded themselves as nobles who had oppressed them. As a result, no one dared to open their businesses anymore, and the excitement that had been exhilarated by the removal of the Maison's bureaucrats was gone, and the people were terrified.

When the expelled families came to find the field with a large army of soldiers and horses, the people who had long lost their fighting spirit and spirit surrendered without a fight, hoping that these families could rectify the chaotic Dongjun and bring order again. However, they forgot that the family is not a philanthropist, for them, the common people are just tools for generating profits, domestic animals, and if the domestic animals dare to rebel and hurt their masters, then there is only one result......

"There are many more people this time than the one in Luoyang, how many people are there......

Outside the execution ground, Wang Zhongming and I stood in the crowd of onlookers, looking at the crowd about to be harvested by the god of death with complicated expressions, the number was unpredictable, and it had a visual impact that could not be matched when we saw it in Luoyang.

"I guess if not 10,000, but 8,000......"

Wang Zhongming's chilling voice, even if he has experienced a test of the apocalyptic world, is still the same.

Under the majestic orders of the criminal officer, the slaughterers ignored the wails of the domestic animals, ruthlessly waved down the butcher's knives, and the utter screams to the sky came to an abrupt end, and the heads fell to the ground one by one, like watermelons in the summer fields.

I unconsciously closed my eyes.

"These brutes—!"

Wang Zhongming's suppressed roar came from his ears.

I glanced at him silently, and Lancer's words before departure echoed in my ears: Witness the truth that has not been recorded in the book with your own eyes with the mentality of a bystander, because the written account is never as impressive as the presence that I have seen with my own eyes. Remember, don't substitute, I want you to look at it as an outsider.

Turning my gaze to the frightened head on the ground, I will not shy away from it, now I am just an observer, just like humans observe the natural phenomena of typhoons and plant growth, the rules of this era are like this, the phenomena in front of me exist, I just need to keep this in mind.

Because participation in the merger can't stop the general trend, the observer who decides not to make any changes, that's all.

However, why do I feel sad and angry when my eyes are moist because of my evil?

Sure enough, even though I keep hinting at the mentality of an outsider, the truth, goodness and beauty that have been ingrained in my soul for many years make me feel sad about those lives that have passed.

"Should it be said that the family is more merciful than imagined, just killing a few to achieve the purpose of killing chickens and monkeys, there should have been more people who rebelled. "I know how to comfort myself.

"Kind fart......," Wang Zhongming sneered, "They must have wanted to cut everyone in their hearts, but they all cut off who will act as labor to create benefits for themselves, so they just endure it." ”

"Hmm......"

Of course, I know this, although I am not wrong, but Wang Zhongming's thinking seems to have forgotten Lancer's advice and substituted himself into the civilian class, or the victim class, the exploited class, and the weak class. The mentality of substituting thinking into a person or group that has nothing to do with oneself does not know whether it is good or bad, right or wrong, and perhaps there is no difference between good and bad, right or wrong, it is just an emotional manifestation that violates one's own three views.

……

The battle situation was as expected, or the original track was more in line with the original track, the initial victory carried away the Yellow Turbans, and they did not even understand the definition of "victory" at all, and it was natural to taste defeat.

Recently, it can be said that he has been busy, and he has to ask and deal with any big and small things, and the so-called overwork becomes a disease, which is fatal in this era of not paying attention to nutrition.

Coupled with the successive days of defeat, he was overworked and exhausted, and finally fell ill. When we came to Zhang Jiao, he was already lying on the bed, with less air in and more breath, and I am afraid that he will not survive tonight.

"It came just in time. "I took out the healing potion that had been sealed for a long time, the red potion that can heal any injury, although I haven't used it to treat the disease, but it should be fine.

"Hey, isn't that the last bottle, it's too wasteful to use it like this, maybe it will be of great use in the future!" Wang Zhongming, who knew that the red bottle was precious, was a little reluctant.

"Saving people is never wasted, even if it is an irrelevant passer-by who may only meet once in a lifetime, I will not hesitate. "My new house tilts his head at a 45-degree angle," What's more, Zhang Jiao is more or less our acquaintance. ”

"You're such a person......"

Wang Zhongming's eyes seemed to know me for the first time, and I wanted to give him a head shot.

After taking the healing medicine, Zhang Jiao's complexion improved a lot, and he soon sobered up, and after a polite greeting, I immediately cut to the point, and got straight to the point and let Zhang Jiao follow us to reject the threshold of depression.

"If we hadn't rescued you, you would have died of illness tonight, and as a price, you would have temporarily served as the doorman of the threshold of depression, and the immortal arts you want to learn will also be passed on to you according to your performance. ”

It's not a simple invitation, it comes with a request for an equivalent exchange, but it's worried that the other party will refuse because he can't let go of Taiping Road, as for accepting such an old doorman, don't complain about the details.

In terms of results, with or without our rescue, the fate of Taiping Dao is the same, the difference is whether Zhang Jiao is dead or alive, Zhang Jiao, who picked up his life in vain, may also see these clearly, and agreed to leave together under such a luring and semi-forced situation.

The next day, the Taiping Dao wailed, and countless believers heard the news that the sky had fallen, and the Tiangong General, who supported the pillars of their faith, fell ill