It was a rainy day in early summer.

There was no moon, no starlight, and it was gray.

Dark clouds rolled in the gloomy sky, and although it was already early summer in Jiangnan, the wind was still violently attacking the unobstructed grassland, and a few bare trees on the grassland were swaying in the wind.

At this time, there was still a choking smell of smoke in Yarkand City, and Wang Huaxing was pedaling in the muddy water that overflowed the sidewalk, and the mud under his feet was sticky and stagnant like in a ditch.

It's blood!

It's when the road is completely soaked in blood that it becomes sticky and thick.

Blood!

The smell of blood in the air is extremely pungent, even a little choking, even if a day has passed, the blood on the ground has not dried, and the smell of blood in the air has not dissipated.

"Who?"

Suddenly, there was a shout, which made Wang Huaxing quickly stop. He knew that at this time, the possibility of waiting for him with a little hesitation would be a big blow.

"My own people!"

Wang Huaxing hurriedly replied loudly, and his eyes widened in the direction where the voice came from.

The night was hazy, and the outlines of the buildings across the street were blurred. There seemed to be a few dark shadows under the gray walls, slowly moving towards him across the cobblestone road.

He waited, he couldn't move, and he couldn't meet it, of course he knew the rules of the Great Qing Kingdom, and even this rule was formulated by him. He just stood there, and all he felt was his feet in a puddle of water.

A dozen paces away from him, first the bright spot of the match, then the torch lit. The dazzling firelight illuminated Wang Huaxing, and by the light of the fire, Wang Huaxing found that he was not standing on the water, but in a pool of blood, and there was a pile of corpses piled up on a big cart on the side of the road, all of them were Yarkand people, and black blood dripped down from the cracks of the cart, making a slight ticking sound.

The light of the torches illuminated the street, but it also made the surroundings appear darker and darker, and the patrolmen walked up to Wang Huaxing,

"Minions, see your lord!"

A patrol of more than a dozen people, as soon as they realized that this was not a Yarkand person, immediately knelt down and asked for peace. You only need to look at the face to know that this person is by no means impersonating. After all, the Yarkand people look very different from them. And this person is still wearing the official uniform of Congsanpin.

Staring at the soldiers kneeling in a pool of blood and asking for peace, Wang Huabi immediately shouted.

"If it's a patrol, why don't you light the torches!"

The adult's reprimand made the leader quickly kowtow.

"Back to the adult's words, the minions are thinking, there must be someone hiding in the wall in this city, and they will definitely escape by night, so they put out the fire torch and lure the snake out of the hole, my lord, I have killed more than ten thieves and plundered twenty-three women tonight."

The leader's invitation to answer made Wang Huaxing's heart tremble slightly, and he looked at the soldiers kneeling on the ground, although they had fire guns on their shoulders, but they all had blood on their bodies, and the fire guns were also full of blood, and most of them were disheveled.

They had a hard night.

"Well, that's it, brothers, you can go!"

"Do you need minions to protect you?"

The answer is naturally no, Wang Huaxing shook his head and said.

"I want to walk around here alone."

After the words fell, Wang Huaxing walked along the "muddy" waiting road again.

The city of Yarkand in May was dry and cold after nightfall, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and although he was already hungry, he did not feel a trace of hunger.

A dark cloud obscured the moon behind it, darkening the heavens and the earth, and in the middle of the night, the woman's cry sounded so unsettling.

It can be heard from the voices that these are the Yarkands who want to escape from the city at night, they are caught, their fathers and brothers will be killed, and they will be ravaged by the soldiers of the army, and then, finally, they will be rewarded to the soldiers, and they will have children for the soldiers.

This is the war of annihilation!

Walking in Yarkand City, Wang Huaxing's heart felt a little heavy. Then he walked on, and then went out of the city, and came out of the city, and in the midst of the camp outside the city, tents were tented one after another, and all of them were lit by lights.

As we walked through the tents, we could hear the cries of the women and the unbridled laughter of the men, and the victors would vent their power as victors in the women, who could only be ravaged by others.

Back in the tent, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old woman sleeping by the blanket heard the movement, and hurriedly stood up, her sleepy eyes were loose, and she was wearing a Yarkand-style dress.

"The road only knocks and knocks to see the pillar purple ......"

In the girl's prostration, the faint light of the oil lamp swayed in the wind.

"Get up! Aguna. ”

Wang Huaxing said, and then he took off his cloak and handed it to the girl.

"Are you hungry? Have you eaten? ”

Seeing that the girl couldn't understand her words, Wang Huaxing asked in Yaerqiang instead.

He sighed when he saw the girl wincing. This girl was rewarded to him by the handsome, his father was killed, and as for her mother, she had already been sent to the rear, maybe she would be sent somewhere and rewarded to the Han army under its banner.

"There's bread on the table, eat it by yourself next time, and sleep by yourself after eating!"

Then Wang Huaxing walked into the back of the tent, first pressed the tweed cloak on the quilt, then hurriedly took off his clothes, turned off the lights and lay down.

Although there are tents and quilts, it is really cold in this quilt, and there is no heat at all!

"I'll let her warm up in bed first......"

After tossing for a while, Wang Huaxing was so cold in the quilt that he felt a little hot.

However, even so, Wang Huaxing still couldn't sleep, he just looked at the top of the tent, and countless thoughts were tumbling in his mind.

Night after night, day after day, every day the mood is so heavy. But it's not without consolation, at least, that's all going well now. But deep down, that heavy burden weighed on his body, making people breathless, and even making him hate himself bitterly.

Still, maybe it's going to be able to get rid of it soon. That moment is not far off. Wang Huaxing believed this because he knew that in Yarkand. It's all over.

Three years ago, according to the plan of the Qing Dynasty, it was to join forces with Yarkand to attack Dzungaria, but who would have thought that civil strife broke out within Yarkand. The Montenegrin faction and Zo Abdalah led all the disciples and most of the heteromi to leave Yarkand for Aksu. Aksu's heteromys united with this group, and subsequently, Hotan's heteromitics also joined. In order to justify their name, they sent to the leader of Warat, Altantaiji, to ask for Ismail, proclaimed him Khan, and decided to march on Yarkand. Altantaiji also sent the Warat army to support. The two sides met a fierce battle not far from the city of Yarkand. Yulebars was defeated and retreated into the city first. Ismail could not be besieged and retreated to Aksu.

It is precisely because of this that Tuhai, the general of the expedition to the west who led the troops in the Western Regions, will change his strategy, join forces with the Montenegrin faction, and send 30,000 troops to help, half a year ago, Yarkand marched again, with the artillery of the expedition to the west, the march to Yarkand can be said to be extremely smooth, even if it is Yarkand City, under the artillery of the army, it is also vulnerable, that is, in Yulbars defeated, Ismail attacked Yarkand City, and even before he celebrated the victory, the army outside the city that was originally his ally was the expedition to the west, turned into their enemy.

The 30,000-strong army of the expedition to the west easily captured Yarkand as if in a no-man's land, and Ismail did not even have time to rush into the city, but was beheaded in the big tent outside the city. Then nearly 30,000 Yarkand troops were killed. Although the city of Yarkand has surrendered, it can be slaughtered as in the past.

This is also the first time Wang Huaxing has witnessed the slaughter of the Qing army, at the moment of witnessing the slaughter of the Qing army, his mood immediately became heavy and even desperate, his heart tightened, and at that moment, he even felt that everything was over.

In the past few days, he had seen houses burning, smoke rising from house to house, and everything that had been created by the hands of the people here for hundreds of years had been reduced to ashes in the slaughter. He also saw the fire that lit up the night as if it were day. Of course, I also saw how those desperate people cried out in despair, allowing the Qing soldiers to drag them to the side of the road, and then their heads were cut off.

Those who survived were stupid and numb by the brutality of the Qing army, they lost everything, and they may only have one thought left in their hearts - to live. Live as a slave. ，

Of course, he had seen how the people fought back beyond their means, and even how the people of some villages rushed bravely and almost single-handedly at the guns, while all that awaited them was the scorching buckshot fired from the soldiers' firearms.

And then, it's all over.

For the Qing Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty got this land, and although it was very barren, it at least had a place to stand, and there were millions of fertile fields and millions of pastures, enough for hundreds of thousands of people to eat. As for the soldiers, they were given their spoils, women, which, though not everyone had, were enough to comfort them and drive them to another opponent.

Who else?

There is also the Dzungar of the Tile Spur Department, as long as the Dzungar is destroyed again, this Western Regions will be the Qing Dynasty, and the Qing Dynasty will be able to live here.

Maybe by that time, all this will come to an end.

It's hateful, it's despicable, it's going to make everything you wake up in a nightmare come to an end, and perhaps, when you think about it once in a while, you'll still hate yourself, but you can get rid of it soon.

That time must not be far off.

Wang Huaxing believed this because he had felt it and was waiting.

Everything will soon be over, and at that time, he will ......