Before then, the whole camp of Weining had been cleared, and Yue Xiang's men and horses searched the whole village, and no other horse thieves were found.

However, there is only a miserable scene left in the huge tunzi at this moment, which is frightening.

The fire was dying in some places, and in a few places it was raging, and the whole village was in flames, and the haystacks and houses were burning. Cattle and pigs and other livestock, burned one piece by one, bubbling with oil bubbles and making a squeaky sound, emitting a pungent bitterness and a fishy smell.

With the sound of collapsing from time to time! The bungalows made of logs collapsed one by one, and tongues of fire with stars stretched out, caught in the smoke, and rose into the air one by one.

The pigs and dogs that were not burned and died were screaming strangely.

Fortunately, it came in time, and the horse thieves did not have time to plunder. But none of the remaining residents in the village put out the fire, and none of them howled, their whole bodies were tense like stones, their fists clenched, and their eyes were empty and dull, as if they were stupid, watching the relentless fire in front of them engulf the tunzi where they had lived for generations.

Yue Xiang turned over and dismounted, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered: "Fight the fire!" More than 400 people tied their horses and fought together against the merciless fire.

The battle was thrilling, with more than 500 men against more than 70 men, 33 killed, 40 seriously wounded, and 21 lightly wounded, while the horse thieves were swept away, eight were captured alive, and the rest were all killed. It seemed that the battle had been won, but Yue Xiang was not happy, such casualties were really disproportionate.

You win this battle by numbers, if the number of people on both sides is the same. He believed that he would be wiped out in less than five minutes, and the cavalry tactics shown by these horse thieves were too strong, both in terms of individual combat effectiveness and overall coordination, and the kind of outlaw courage that was not afraid of death really made him feel uneasy.

If there are more horse thieves here, it's hard to say who will win or lose.

The people on their side are brave, but they fight in a disorderly manner. A veritable random fight, I was not familiar with the training, and I forgot all about it when it came to use, and I didn't care about any orders and trumpets, but I only knew that I was going crazy and cut people. When he was too excited, he couldn't hear the commander's order, and Yue Xiang's own voice became hoarse.

And they are clearly not psychologically prepared for such large-scale group operations, they are not without real combat experience. But that is limited to the fighting of the rivers and lakes, and at most it is a scale of dozens or hundreds of people. Like today, the real killing field of hundreds of people has not been experienced, and that is the real sword and sword shadow flesh and blood.

Most of the dead were killed by the enemy's arrows, and their hidden weapons did much less damage to the enemy. Horse thieves rarely fall off their horses because of poor riding skills, and most of their seriously injured people lose their balance and are torn off by their own horses, resulting in broken bones.

If you change the officers and soldiers whose combat effectiveness is even worse than your own family, it is not just for people to break through in this battle, but I don't know how these horse thieves compare with the Eight Banners Army, and the Eight Banners Army is stronger than them.

Yue Xiang and Dong Ma braved the smoke and fire, checking the situation of the victims everywhere.

The village was littered with corpses from both sides of the enemy, and the wounded had been dragged aside.

In the square in front of a land temple in the center of Tunzi, there was a large blood-stained guillotine, blood clots condensed on the knife bed, and the corpses of several people were stacked next to the guillotine knife one by one. Some have legs, some have waists, some have chests, and each corpse has no head.

Around the pile of corpses lay the bodies of more than 20 victims, including old men, children, and most of them women. It is obvious that these victims wanted to rush to the guillotine to save their relatives, or to die for their relatives, or to be beaten and killed by random knives.

There was a young woman inside, naked, her blue-gray legs unnaturally twisted and separated, her belly ripped open, her internal organs dragged out a dozen paces away, her face and mouth were filthy, her hair was scattered, her hands were clenched into fists, as if she had been mutilated in a fight and resistance.

Thirty paces away, by the well platform, lay the body of a baby, without a knife wound, apparently thrown to death. Not far from him lay an old man with gray hair, who was pinned to the ground from behind with a spear. His hand reached for the baby, his fingers twisted like eagle talons, as if trying to snatch the baby back.

Dong Ma and the others are from the eldest young master, although they are usually brave and ruthless. But where had I ever seen such a cruel and bloody scene, Ma Gong's face was pale, and his lips couldn't stop trembling. Dong Mingchuan directly bent down and vomited, the little breakfast in his stomach was vomited cleanly, and even the gastric juice came out at the end.

"Fuck him, grandma, this is a fucking human thing? A bunch of inhuman animals, even the children are killed. I am the eighteenth generation of his ancestors! Ma Gong's face turned red, the green tendons on his head jumped up, and his teeth clucked.

"Grandpa, if I don't peel them and cramp them today, I won't be surnamed Dong!" Dong Mingchuan spoke with a trill, these people died so miserably, he didn't understand what kind of deep hatred he had to leave behind the chickens and dogs that he killed like this. These people are not human, they are beasts in human skin, and the beasts are three points stronger than them, at least the beasts will not be so cruel to their own kind.

Yue Xiang's face turned pale, and he took a few steps forward, turned the corner of the wall, and saw an even more shocking tragic situation at a glance.

It was on the big willow tree next to the drinking horse well, with iron wire pierced ears, and nine bloody human heads were hung. These murdered heads, all gritted their teeth and stared at each other, were angry, marking the hatred of his life. This hatred is still dead.

On the ground was a pile of headless corpses, large pieces of skin on their bodies had been peeled off, revealing the muscular blood vessels inside, and the pools of blood all over the ground were stained black and red by soot, exuding a fishy smell.

Yue Xiang felt his anger burning in his chest, and the muscles in his whole body tensed like pieces of iron, no matter what, this method was too cruel. It was necessary to kill people with a knife, but these dead people were obviously tortured and killed, so it can be seen that the purpose of these horse thieves was not to rob, but to kill for fun, and he turned around and walked to the guillotine.

Beside these massacre corpses was a large pile of coals, the body of an old lady, half of which had fallen into the fire, and below her belly, had been burned with the coals, and only half of her chest and white hair and head stained with black blood were left, as if she had been thrown alive and burned alive in the fire. Look closely at a toddler next to him, charred ashes, emitting the last wisps of green smoke, and a half leg stretched out outside the fire. Judging by the size of his feet, the child was no more than five or six years old.

There were more than 20 flat poles next to the ashes, which were stained with red blood, and after being dried by the fire, they burst into pieces of scaly blood clots. I don't know what strange torture the horse thieves did with it.

Yue Xiang felt a long-lost emotion growing in his chest.

Having experienced the bloody battlefield, he has actually seen many corpses than this.

When the Vietnamese army counterattacked on July 12 in 84, although he was not on the front line, but after the Vietnamese army was repulsed, his unit was ordered to go to the position to clean up the battlefield, he had never seen so many corpses, and the entire hillside was covered with countless stumps, broken arms and charred flesh and pieces, almost intact. All the green vegetation at the front of the entire position was gone, replaced by thousands of charred craters.

It was a masterpiece of Chinese artillery, and in the face of a group charge of six regiments of Vietnamese troops, the Chinese artillery unit used such powerful firepower to let Vietnam know the power of a real world power.

On that occasion, Yue Xiang's troops cleared out more than 3,800 identifiable corpses of Vietnamese soldiers, and it is impossible to calculate how many of them turned into minced meat.

It stands to reason that he should have been numb to death from corpses, but now he felt that there was a murderous aura in his chest, which was different from the battle on the battlefield just now. At that time, it was to survive, and you killed you if you didn't kill anyone, it was an explosion of fighting instinct. And now I really want to kill people, just for the sake of these innocent people who were tortured and killed.

These people's methods are so cruel, will Xiao Wan fall into their hands? But she didn't see her carriage, maybe she didn't meet these people. Maybe she's staggered down the other road? There was no one in the corpse, and neither was Yahuan......

He didn't dare to think about the worst, even though he knew it wasn't impossible.

The fire was extinguished, and the village was reduced to ashes. The walls were ruined, the bricks were broken, and they were shrouded in bitter smoke and stench.

The surviving people in the tunzi gathered one after another like puppets, most of them were full of pathos, and their empty eyes looked at everything around them blankly, as if this sudden bloody disaster had completely knocked them all down. Most of the women were naked, their torn clothes hung on their bodies, and they had marks of humiliation, some of them were stunned, some of them were crazy.

The family members sorted out the corpses of the victims, and they did not need the villagers, because the scene was so terrible that they could not be provoked to do anything. Everyone is from Qinghe, and the people in the ten miles and eight townships in this Qinghe are all villagers who grew up drinking the water of the Taizi River.

Although everyone was working silently without speaking, many people's eyes were on Yue Xiang. The meaning contained in that gaze was very clear, and everyone was waiting for his words. Everyone's thoughts are the same: today I have to kill those eight scum alive to avenge the villagers.

The corpses were gathered into a pile, and Yue Xiang led more than 400 people to stand in a circle in front of these dead people, standing in silence. More than 400 horsemen were also mourning.

"Brothers, we all grew up on the land of Qinghe, and now our fathers and fellow villagers let these bastards be such a scourge, can you stand it?!" Yue Xiang raised his hand, clenched his iron fist, excited, and angry: "We are soldiers, what are soldiers." A soldier is a thief, and a thief is a thief. Since he has become an officer and soldier of the country, he has to protect the peace of his family and the people, and protect the safety of the party. In this way, the top is worthy of the sky, the bottom is worthy of the earth, and the middle is worthy of our conscience! If you don't kill all these mongrels today, Lao Tzu vows not to withdraw the troops! ”

"Kill all these bastards!" The horses were neighing and roaring with the roar of the warriors.

Yue Xiang reflexively came to the eight captives who had been captured, and asked, "Which of you is in charge?" ”

No one spoke, and although these people were as dead as ashes, their eyes were full of stubbornness. Yue Xiang walked up to a person, pulled out a sword and put it on his neck, "Do you want to say it?" Not to mention that your head will hit the ground immediately! ”

This person's answer was a mouthful of bloody spit, with a sickly madness on his face, and he glared at Yue Xiang through gritted teeth. Yue Xiang turned his face to dodge, clenched his knife and slashed at his neck, as smooth as cutting a watermelon, and a stream of blood spurted out violently. The headless corpse convulsed twice and fell to the ground, and the shaved head rolled out like a ball several paces away.

"Which of you is the head?" The knife was on the second man's neck. The man didn't speak, and he was still subjected to the same fate. Then Yue Xiang said coldly: "I know you can understand, I will give you a good time if you tell the truth, if you don't tell the truth, I will leave your tendons here, I think you should know how those tun people will clean you up, and the tricks you use on them will be used by you a hundred times and ten thousand times." ”

After waiting for a while, Yue Xiang walked up to one of them, "You are the leader." Is that right? "More than one person was secretly watching him just now." Which willow are you? Did you hijack a carriage when you came here to rob just now? The man smiled coldly and opened his mouth to utter a long list of strange words.

"What are you talking about? human talk! "Yue Xiang's backhand is a slap in the face. Dong Mingchuan next to him was a little stunned, and stammered: "Ziyi, he, he is talking about the Jianzhou Jurchen ......"