The scribe walked on, and soon came to the place where the old peasant had spoken.

This place was so obvious that you didn't even have to walk in front of you to feel the presence of this place, and a rotting aura peculiar to human corpses came to your face, choking the scribe and frowning.

This is a specially opened execution ground on the side of the road.

There was a putrid breath, like a dozen rotten eggs placed in front of them, and then a pile of overnight feces and urine poured on them, mixed together, and the scribe could almost feel the faint green smoke that seemed to waft through the air, and even a puff would be disgusting.

The vast majority of the corpses can be recognized, most of them are Xianbei people, and the hair and clothing on the body show this, as for those who are unrecognizable, even if the gods come, it is estimated that they recognize a human form.

In the same way, the wounds on the corpses and the tragic circumstances of death also illustrate how much pain these people endured before they died.

Although the scribe covered his nose with his sleeve, there was a sparkle in his slender eyes......

This one was cut off and bled to death, and even in order to ensure that the blood would not be coagulated, a reed tube was inserted into the wound on the wrist;

This one is supposed to be skinned, and then exposed to the sun and died, and after losing the skin on the head and face, a lot of flies and insects were recruited, and some fat maggots were burrowing in and out between the rotten muscles and bones;

This should be sawing, well, the technique is vulgar and unsightly.

This one......

I couldn't see it, but the scribe glanced at the abdomen of the corpse, which had begun to turn green and bulged like a ball, and subconsciously moved away a few steps;

This is a stake, first cut some with a knife, and then let it sink slowly by its own weight, and finally come out through the chest and abdomen......

This one is a sausage, uh, it stinks!

……

The scribe took a few steps back, narrowed his eyes, and thought to himself, this is ruthless enough, isn't he afraid of attracting too much resentment? Or aren't you afraid of the criticism of those guys who spit white lotus?

Interesting.

I didn't expect to have an unexpected gain here......

It's just that I don't know if it's the brutal and ruthless Zi Shou, or the iron-fisted and ruthless Zhao Zheng?

The scribe's slender eyes narrowed into a slit, and just as he was about to turn away, he saw a group of men and horses, four or five horsemen, and the rest of them were footmen.

The scribe glanced at the guards beside him, then took a few steps back quietly.

When he got closer, the scribe found that the leader of the team was actually a Hu man, and looking at his wear, especially the felt hat, nine times out of ten it was a Hun man......

I only heard the Hun knight restrain his horse and shout loudly in Hu, and then a few people in Xianbei clothes came out, still holding whips in their hands, and coaxed a few ragged people out of the queue......

The scribe squinted his eyes and glanced up and down at the ragged guys, although the clothes were tattered and it was almost impossible to tell that they belonged to those on that side, but the hairstyles, hair colors, and face shapes were very different, and most of them were also humble......

Most of the Xiongnu are still black-haired, but there are also some yellow-haired and white-haired people among the Xianbei people, and their faces and pupil colors are also different.

These tattered and ragged Xianbei people, under the orders of the black-haired Xianbei people with whips, began to clean up, and slowly collected the corpses in the execution ground.

A Hu rider turned over and dismounted, walked towards the scribe, stroked his hand on his chest, performed a Hu man's etiquette, and then said in an extremely strange tone: "Tsk only Lingjin, skillful...... Uh-huh......" seemed to have forgotten what to say, so he turned his head and shouted embarrassedly.

Another Hu man walked quickly in front of him, as if he had laughed at the previous Hu man, and then also saluted and said, "I'm four Ah Da, and I ask Ran Jun where he wants to go?" ”

Well, that's pretty clear.

The scribe nodded and said, "My name is Zhen He, and I'm going to Pingyang to find a friend, huh...... Don't touch that! ”

Zhen He suddenly pointed to the corpse with a bulging belly like a ball in the execution ground and shouted, but those Xianbei slaves knew Chinese, and they were numb and still untied the ropes that bound the corpse......

Zhen He hurriedly didn't say a word, turned around and ran!

It was like a water bladder falling to the ground from a high altitude, only to hear a "poof" explosion, and when the corpse with a belly like a drum touched the ground, the abdominal cavity suddenly exploded under pressure, and suddenly black, yellow, green, purple, and brown erupted out!

Fortunately, the corpse fell face to the ground, only to spray downwards on the ground and several Xianbei people around it......

A pungent stench spread instantly.

Seeing this, Zhen He hurriedly fled a little farther.

A Xianbei man in the queue seemed to be scolding and carrying a large round barrel with a lid, dropped it far away, and kicked it to the yellow-haired Xianbei people who collected the corpses.

A yellow-haired man lifted the barrel, opened the lid, and took out what appeared to be chalk-like powder from the barrel and sprinkled it......

Hey?!

Hu people even know this method?

Although it was covered by chalk, the stench still lingered, and Zhen He couldn't stay any longer, so he nodded with the leading Huns, and returned to the official road and continued to move forward.

"It's really interesting, use Han to rule Hu, and then use Hu to control Hu...... It seems that this Hu man also seems to be divided into three, six, nine and so on...... Hehe......" Zhen He sat on the ox cart, looked back at the situation in the execution ground, and muttered in a low voice.

In the distance, a red city came into view......

Well?

Wait, the red one?

Zhen He thought he was dazzled, but when he looked closely, it was indeed red, just like the red on the horizon before the morning sun was born, and like the red on the ripe fruit in autumn, although it was a little dazzling, but it was not dazzling, it was very special......

Suddenly, there was a large camp in the south of Pingyang City, and something in front of it attracted Zhen He's attention.

This camp seems to be used to see the Hu people, many ragged Xianbei Hu people lined up outside the camp, and then the front of the line stripped naked, squatted naked into the big barrels that seemed to be steaming, and seemed to be completely submerged in the water, and then walked to stand up, and then went to the other side, received a set of clothes before entering the camp......

What does this do? Zhen He didn't quite understand.

When he was about to arrive at the city of Pingyang, Zhen He saw clearly how the red on the original city wall came from, it turned out to be red bricks!

The city walls were built with red bricks!

The solid soil of the inner layer of the city wall seems to have been tamped, and at this time, many craftsmen are building red bricks on the wooden shelves on the side of the city wall, one by one, on the soil layer of the city wall, but there are no Hu people here, they are all Han people busy......

On a wooden platform next to the city, there seemed to be a civil servant who was overseeing the work, who seemed to sense Zhen He's gaze and slowly turned his head......