"Gu Qiu, they had already led their troops back, but they had not been followed for a long time, there must have been some accident, and in the city, we were originally using the influence of the Yellow Turban to contain Zhao Ping's soldiers and horses, but suddenly there was a Yellow Turban anti-thief ......"

Above the lobby, Gu Peng knelt on a bamboo mat, his face was as gloomy as water, his cloudy eyes flashed with a gloomy cold glow, and some old voices fluctuated: "These two things may not be unrelated!" ”

"But the head of the family, Mushan's army is still in Tufu Mountain, they can't rush back, where did the Yellow Turban Thief come from......" Gu Hou is Gu Peng's younger brother, more than fifty years old, is the backbone of the family, manages the most important grange of the family, and is one of Gu Peng's henchmen.

"What if it's the Yellow Turbans from outside?"

"The head of the family suspects that there are foreign Yellow Turban troops to help the old and weak women and children in Jingping Village, this is not impossible, but in our vicinity, there are only Runan Yellow Turbans, as far as I know, Runan Yellow Turbans and Nanyang Yellow Turbans are like fire and water, it is impossible to send troops to help?" Gu Hou shook his head.

The Gu clan, as a scholar clan in Wuyin County, is a leader in the local heroes, and the news is naturally well-informed, and they are clear about the dirt between the Runan Yellow Turban and the Nanyang Yellow Turban.

"That's why the old man can't figure it out!"

Gu Peng sighed.

As the patriarch of the Gu clan, Gu Peng's temperament has always been very calm, he plans and then acts, even if the power of the Zhu clan in the past, he can still preserve the influence of the family under the strong Zhu clan, which shows his ability.

But at this time, in the face of the family soldiers who had not returned for a long time, and the sudden loss of wealth, Gu Peng's heart suddenly became a little uneasy.

"Jingping Village is just a few old and weak women and children, they are five hundred elites, they are slaughtered, they should be unstoppable, there should be no accidents, I want to believe in Gu Qiu, this child!"

He leaned on his crutches and stood up, looking out the window at the sun, reassuring himself.

Although there is no shortage of people in the Shi clan, but there is a lack of elite soldiers, the Gu clan is a Shi clan, but it can only be regarded as a local hero, and it is not even a family that has been passed down from generation to generation, and it can't withstand consumption, and it has lost a lot of elite soldiers before, if this group of soldiers has an accident, he doesn't dare to imagine it.

"Gu Hou, don't worry about the things in the city for now, the grain and cloth are gone, we can earn it back, but if there is an accident with the family soldiers, we will be in trouble in the future, continue to send people to find it, and get Gu Qiu back!" Gu Peng said in a deep voice.

"No!"

Gu Hou took the order and left.

……

Mu Jing's youth battalion has completely withdrawn from Wuyin, Zhao Ping also let go of the surveillance of the county government soldiers and horses, and led his thief Cao soldiers and horses back to the county lieutenant Yamen, and he couldn't hold on, and the county seat of Wuyin gradually returned to calm.

After calming down, a lot of things came to mind.

"The seven sons of our family were killed by them like this, and even the warehouse was burned to the ground, they were too ruthless!"

"Yellow turban thief, our people don't share the sky with you!"

“……”

"Isn't this the Wang family's grain shop, how did it be burned like this?"

"I know here, this is the warehouse of the Chengxi Luo family, I have seen them transport grain into the warehouse before, but I didn't expect it to be burned by a fire!"

“……”

"All of this is made by the Yellow Turban Thieves?"

"Did the Yellow Turban Thieves really enter the city?"

"In the past, it was us who suffered when the Yellow Turban thieves entered the city, but I didn't expect that this time it was these big families who suffered!"

"I think it's so happy!"

"Be quiet, I want to die!"

“……”

There are many buildings in the city that have been burned down, all of them are large and powerful shops and warehouses, and each family has suffered huge losses, but they can only count their own losses, clean up the mess, and carry the corpses in the ruins.

……

Evening.

The sun is setting in the west.

The Xiaoqing River, a tributary of the Thorny River, runs through the territory of Wuyin from east to west.

Winter has not passed, the spring rain has not fallen, the water level of Xiaoqing River has decreased, revealing a small sandy beach, which is facing the north gate of Wuyin County.

"Wife, look at what's ahead?"

A couple who had just finished doing farm work, walking by the riverside, the middle-aged woman looked up, glanced at the small beach, and suddenly trembled all over, and the whole person panicked.

"What's wrong?"

The stupid middle-aged man carried a hoe and looked in the direction his wife was pointing......

At one glance, he almost fainted.

Corpse!

Many, many corpses!

On the beach of this small river, there are corpses piled up one by one, these corpses are tied with this yellow silk around their necks, stacked very neatly, and they are formed horizontally and vertically.

Kill!

This is a killing word made from the accumulation of corpses.

This killing word has a cold aura that can penetrate the nine heavens above the clouds, and anyone who looks at it has a chilling feeling on their back.

"It's too cruel, if you die, you have to be in the wilderness, who is so ruthless!"

"What kind of corpses are these?"

"It looks like a yellow turban thief!"

"They all tie this yellow silk around their necks, which is the sign of the yellow turban thief!"

"I seem to have seen a few familiar faces, isn't that Zhang San, the tenant of the Chen family, who was selected into the Chen family's mansion and lives next door to my house!"

“……”

More and more people gathered on the riverside, and the corpses looked at with a pair of eyes, which were a little miserable, and the simple people were whispering.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"Hurry up and get out of the way, the county lord is here!"

The people from the county government came, Liu Geng personally led the county soldiers to open the road, and Cai Tu and Meng Gu came side by side.

"It's too ruthless!"

Cai Tu glanced at it and trembled: "This scene, the level of blood, is comparable to Jingguan!" ”

There is a view of Beijing in ancient times. Jing, called Gaoqiu. view, que type also. The ancients killed thieves and defeated the corpses, and they would build a Beijing Temple, which was to pile up a hill with human heads, form a bloody deterrent, and defeat the enemy from the heart.

But after all, Mu Jing came from a world with complete laws, and no matter how ruthless he was, he couldn't be so ruthless as cutting off people's heads and establishing Jingguan.

But these scholars actually want to destroy Jingping Village, and even the old and weak women and children in the village are not spared, and their hearts can be punished, and he is not unable to find some means.

He transported all the corpses of all the soldiers of the Shi clan in the battle last night to the position opposite the city gate of Xiaoqinghe, and piled them up into a word, kill the word, this is a tough answer, to kill to stop killing.

"My lord, what now?" Liu Geng's face was a little pale, and he walked up and asked in a low voice.

"What else can I do, go to the city and notify the people of each family to collect the corpses, if no one comes to collect the corpses, they will all be buried in mass graves!"

Cai Tu was silent for a long time, his face was blue, his eyes were cold, and he spoke only after half a sound.

He only had to look at it to determine who these people were, and none of them were the Yellow Turbans, so it could only be...... The soldiers of the Dancing Yin Clan.

It seems that he is the Jingping Village that he looks down on.

Although Mushan went out on an expedition and took away the elite soldiers and horses, Jingping Village still had the power to protect itself.

This time, he was a bit of a villain.

Let's think about how to make up for the relationship with Makiyama.

"No!"

Liu Geng gave up his hand and left.

"Lord County, these Yellow Turban remnants are so arrogant, and they have to show off their corpses after killing people, and their quality is bad, don't you care!" Meng Wu's eyes were red, he knew that his plan was completely ruined, and if he went to Wuyin, the scholars would also sprinkle their resentment on him because of the damage was too great, and it was still unknown whether he could continue to be the county leader.

"Meng Xiancheng, I once advised you that Zhang Chuan is a fierce general, and if you surrender, you can benefit, but you have always regarded them as grass cowards, forcing them to be unable to survive, they naturally have to fight back, and the bitter fruits you have planted yourself should be borne by yourself!" Cai Tu said coldly.

Although there is some tacit cooperation between him and Meng Wu, they are not working together.

In the end, he was just using Meng Wu.

Use Meng Wu to weaken Mu Shan's strength, so that Mu Shan can be completely controlled in the palm of his hand.

Now that Meng Wu is about to lose power, such a big fiasco will inevitably lead to them losing the support of the Wuyin Shi clan, a Wuyin County Cheng without the support of the Wuyin Shi clan, he is directly in the air every minute, why should he take advantage of the prestige he has just established in the county to surround them to exonerate.

"Lord County, not to mention the elite county soldiers under the command of Mushan, now the old and weak women and children in Jingping Village have such great ability, they actually killed the elite five hundred government soldiers overnight, they are the remnants of the Yellow Turban, the court clearly texted, this year the Yellow Turban has a resurgence of the ashes, you can sleep peacefully in this county order!"

Meng Wu gritted his teeth, he had lost this battle, and it was estimated that he was a little mysterious based on the county, if Mushan could get out of trouble in Tufu Mountain and lead his troops back, then he would have to worry about his own life.

How can you find a backer to stabilize your life.

"You don't need to worry!"

When Cai Tu heard this, his face was expressionless, and his voice was a little cold: "Meng Xiancheng, you still have to think about how to explain to those scholars, five hundred elite soldiers, all the battles, even if the Wuyin clan has a great cause, I'm afraid it will be nerve-wracking, as far as I know, they will only send troops after listening to your encouragement!" ”