There was no rain on the day of the siege, and the blue sky was clear as if it was about to suck people in. Bright sunshine, snow-white clouds, it was an excellent weather.

Zhang Luo decided to hit the "wings" of Jijia Town first - two small Haoqiang manor villages.

Zhang Luo pulled back the iron spear from a corpse, he raised his head to look at the beautiful scenery, but he did not feel the slightest sense of comfort behind the beautiful scenery in his heart. He had just stabbed a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy to death, and that was a very bad feeling.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys were already considered qualified laborers in ancient times, but if they were girls?! He was married at the age of fourteen. In the memories of the original owner of Zhang Luo's body, the first time he killed someone was about fourteen years old, and the first time Pei Yuanshao and Zhou Cang killed people was just seventeen years old. What's more, the young man pounced on Zhang Luo with a weapon in his hand. At this point, the only option is to kill the other person.

This fact can't erase Zhang Luo's guilt. Because the child rushed out of a burning house with a weapon, and it was Zhang Luo who ordered the burning of the house.

From Zhang Luo's standpoint, this is also something that cannot be helped. In order to conquer Jijia Town, it is necessary to first cut off the wings of Jijia Town, that is, the manor village of those two little tyrants. Ji Tai, the chief leader of Jijia Town, is a smart man, he uses these two small tyrant villages to oppress six yeoman villagers, and the little tyrant is powerless to resist, so he can only be a lackey for Ji Tai. So he couldn't defeat the homesteaders in Jijia Town, so he put his resentment on those two small tyrant villages. Conflicts of all sizes, large and small, are continuous. And Jijia Town will come to the rescue when the little tyrant village is really unbearable. So the resentment became deeper and deeper, and the two small tyrant villages were completely tied to the chariot of Jijia Town.

"Someone has found it!" Zhou Cang shouted excitedly.

Bodies were already lying outside the burning courtyard gates, and some of the seriously injured were snorting in pools of their own blood. But if no one treats them, their death will not be long before they die. The people who could rush out of the courtyard had already rushed out, Zhou Cang, Bian Xi and others rushed in, and at this time, they smoked and suddenly erected a person out of the burning yard. This person is Bian Xi's subordinate, entrusted by Zhang Luo, to come to these two villages to contact.

For Zhang Luo, Jijiazhen's sowing discord is just a very simple matter of social relations. This practice has been repeated countless times in history, and it has also been repeated many times in successive dynasties. This kind of thing is tantamount to the government allowing the underworld to expand freely, and in the north, there was also such a thing at one time. However, after the iron-fisted "crackdown on the underworld and the elimination of evil" and the fierce shooting, this kind of destructive matter disappeared with the collapse of the underworld organization.

No matter what position the members of Zhang Luo's troops had on themselves, Zhang Luo certainly positioned his troops in the position of "official government". This is an inevitable self-confidence, and Zhang Luo has always been very confident.

But it is obvious that the manor economic village led by Xiao Haoqiang does not agree with Zhang Luo's self-confidence. For the Taiping Dao representatives who persuaded them to give up their hatred of the yeoman farmers, and clearly revealed the sinister intentions of Jijia Town, they used violence to arrest the Taiping Dao brothers, and at the same time they also sent people to Jijia Town to report the news.

The scout unit ambushed by the roadside captured the guy who told the news, and a stick didn't make the guy confess. After getting on the finger clip, he only pulled a rope, and this guy confessed.

learned that his brother was arrested, and Xiao Haoqiang, who was arrested, was ready to send his brother to Jijia Town for a reward. The other party is so stubborn, Zhang Luo has no other way but to choose to solve it violently.

Besieging an unwalled village does not require an entire army. Zhang Luo asked a clan representative of six self-cultivated villages what they were going to do with this small and powerful village. Delegates, you look at me, I look at you, and the last old man said tentatively: "This Qu Shuai, can you kill them all?" ”

This is really the melon that sows the melon, the bean who sows the bean, and whoever sows hatred suffers himself. If the old man of the homesteaders was full of anger and righteous indignation, Zhang Luo still felt that this was angry. But the old man's mood was stable, but he tentatively looked at Zhang Luo's attitude of replying, which made him feel a chill on his back.

Afraid that he would misunderstand the old man's attitude, Zhang Luo asked: "Uncle, we are just attacking the village, we don't kill people ourselves." ”

The old man asked in surprise: "Didn't you ask us how to deal with the people in those two villages, we think we should just kill them all." It depends on Wei Qushuai, whether you want us to do this. ”

Zhang Luo looked at the old man's expression by himself, and his wrinkled face was very calm. Zhang Luo felt that this old man was worried that he and others would not have the courage to attack, so he used this to scare him.

He continued to ask: "Uncle, do you really want to kill people after you enter these two villages?" ”

The old man replied calmly: "Qu Shuai, my brother died at the hands of the former villagers, and my nephew died at the hands of the later villagers. These people who came here this time, for decades, which family has not had a life with those two villages. What is there to be afraid of killing those two villagers? We've wanted to kill them all! ”

Zhang Luo really didn't know what to say, he could only prepare for the attack. The village relied on a defensive system of trenches and traps, and the scouts carved a path through the bamboo sticks and pits.

Taiping Dao took advantage of the night to touch the trail and attacked in the early morning. A fire broke the hemp rope that fixed the fence and the horse rejection, knocked down the fence, and Zhang led the people into the village. At this time, the village was shocked, and the troops of each family began to besiege Zhang Luo and others. Zhang Luo and they robbed a house and resisted with bows and arrows.

After the people of Haoqiang Village were attracted, the homesteaders who had been in ambush for a long time rushed in from the front under the leadership of another team of troops from Taiping Road. The sturdy brother crossed the village gate and opened the latch from the inside. The yeoman peasant troops swept into the mighty village like a torrent.

Zhang Luo always thought that the yeoman farmer said that he would kill all the people in Xiaohaoqiang's village was angry, and when the yeoman farmer and tenant began to kill in an all-out way by relying on the advantage of manpower, he realized that he was too lonely and unheard. Regardless of men, women, young and old, everyone in Haoqiang Manor resisted vigorously, and there was no sign of begging for mercy at all.

For such a backbone enemy, the troops of yeoman farmers and tenants do not make a noise, and do not say anything before killing. Everyone just kills when they see each other, knives cut into the body, guns pierce the body. There is only desperate killing, only screams before death.

Although the yeoman farmers and tenants had the advantage of the raid, Haoqiang also had a chance to fight back. Because it was a house-to-house search and killing, the self and tenant offense was not fast, and when they arrived in front of the Haoqiang ancestral hall, they saw a large group of Haoqiang soldiers rushing out to kill.

The one in the back row is wielding an extremely long weapon, tying an iron tip to the head of the long bamboo pole, and the bamboo pole is mounted on a shelf carried by two people in front, and two people are manipulating it in the back. The distance can be as high as five to seven meters. Zhang Luo had heard of this kind of phalanx composed of long spears, and today he could be regarded as having opened his eyes and seen the manipulation of this weapon in battle.

It's a pity that under the shooting of strong bows and crossbows, the Haoqiang spear array collapsed, and Zhang Luo and others rushed all the way to the ancestral hall.

The troops of the six villages calmly spread their forces on both flanks, and those who could resist gathered in the ancestral hall of the village, and there were no more people in the other houses who could resist. They threw the hard bones to Zhang Luo to gnaw on, and they went to pinch the soft persimmons first.

Zhang Luo can't help it, according to the person who reported the news. The Scout brothers were locked up in the ancestral hall, and they couldn't do it without breaking through the ancestral hall. Looking at the appearance of the ancestral hall, he ordered the troops to carry out a fire attack.

"Killed!" A middle-aged man in his early forties walked up to Zhang Luo and said tiredly.

He held a bamboo spear in his hand, the head of which was only sharpened with a knife, and no iron was tied to it. Zhang saw clearly that the more than two-foot-long part of the front end of the bamboo spear was stained with blood, and a stream of blood flowed down the tough bamboo pole from the spearhead, and the blood stains had dried up at this time, leaving a black mark of more than three feet long on the emerald green bamboo.

The middle-aged man has no pleasure of revenge, let alone the excitement after killing. He was just tired, even a little out of strength, and crumbling. Zhang Luo couldn't understand what kind of deep hatred and hatred could make a person become like this.

Not just one person. This is basically the case with all the yeoman farmers who participated in the attack. Silent fighting, silent killing. Only when I was hurt did I have the occasional moaning and aching pain. It was the villagers of the annihilated Haoqiang village who wept and screamed, and then they were killed.

"Killed?" Zhang Luo asked with a bit of a fluke mentality that some survivors might have.

"They're all killed." The middle-aged man replied tiredly.

Then he simply sat on the ground, and after a moment he began to sob.

Zhang Luo didn't want to ask any more questions about survivors.

"Revolution is not a dinner party, not a fuss, not a painting and embroidery, it cannot be so elegant, so calm, so polite, so gentle and courteous. It is the violent action of a class to overthrow a class"

The contradictions that have accumulated for nearly 100 years between powerful landlords and yeoman farmers and tenants have intensified in the last decade or so, and each side owes the other countless blood debts. Cursing each other to death the whole family and the whole village is the norm during the Yellow Turban Uprising. Think that when there is a chance for a complete reckoning, what mercy will the two sides actually leave behind?!