The plains, which were originally harvested in autumn colors, were filled with thick smoke in the bright sun, and the ripe crops were devoured by a flaming beast before they could be harvested, and turned into a handful of ashes in the blink of an eye.

Shouting and scolding like wolves, officers and soldiers, armed with knives, guns, and sticks, drove around the people who were desperately clinging to the thighs of the arsonists, with their mouths wide open, staring at tearless eyes, and howling and pleading, hoping that their pleading and misery would be exchanged for even a little mercy.

But their cries and wails could only be exchanged for a beating, but not for the sympathy and mercy they hoped for.

The raging flames, twisted, like the figure of a demon, the hot wind whistling in the mountains, like the wild laughter of the hellish ghosts, the rising cyclone of flames, twisted and twisted the originally ordinary space, through the invisible strange hands, looking at those officials and soldiers who were all bright and wantonly arson, they were also writhing like snakes, revealing a kind of strangeness, a kind of hideousness.

Old man Yang, who was lying in front of his only small field, stared at his godless eyes, opened his mouth, which could no longer make a sound, and his shriveled mouth was so stupid to look at his little crop, which disappeared in the fire, and it was the only crop he had to pay rent, taxes, and donations, and all the crops that burned to the black ground.

Gone, all hopes, all opportunities for life, are now under the hands of this wolf-like arsonist, reduced to a pile of ashes, and no longer exists.

"Hehe, hehehehe." Looking at this once-in-a-lifetime scene, Lao Yang couldn't help laughing, laughing so strangely, letting saliva dripble all over his chest with only skin and bones.

No one looked at him, all the people were crazy arson, all the people were crazy about looting.

"Old man, old man, think of a way, this land is burned, what to pay the landlord's land rent usury, how to pay the official's taxes, money and grain." The mother-in-law pulled the unconscious arm of the old Yang head and shook it violently.

"Burn it, burn it, burn it, it's a hundred, it's a good burn." Numbly looked at the distorted figure and muttered to himself. After a long time, when I came back to my soul, I stood up tremblingly, patted the dirt on my clothes, looked left and right, and smiled: "It's clean, it's really clean, haha, hahaha." Look at the field again, "What can you take?" If there is nothing, it is just a rotten life, so do whatever you want to love. ”

A burst of screams and shouts, suddenly came from the sea of fire, stretched out the wrist-thick neck, when it looked, it turned out to be more than a dozen young men in the village, wielding shovels and pickaxes, roaring and fighting with a group of arson officers and soldiers, for a time there was blood everywhere, shouting and killing.

As soon as there was a fight here, it immediately attracted countless officials and soldiers around the area, who threw down their work and brandished their knives and guns, and those dozen or so good descendants were drowned in the endless officers and soldiers in a moment, and the original screams and shouts were never heard of again.

"Why bother?" Old Yang Tou shook his head, "I saved it this time, can I keep it next time?" It doesn't matter if it's burned or robbed, isn't it all in the end? Why bother—" With a long sigh, he walked slowly in the direction of home, not to ask or listen to the wails of the wind, the screams, the sneer, and all the sounds.

"Oh no, no, old man, the village is on fire." The mother-in-law suddenly screamed, and her hands tightly grasped the old man's arm, which was so tight that it hurt.

Lao Yang Tou saw that the dilapidated thatched houses in the village had been burned to pieces, and countless neighbors ran out of the village in a panic carrying the only little thing they had at home.

Old Yang Tou stood still, just looking at it with a smile, feeling very relaxed.

The mother-in-law looked at it for a long time, knew that it was hopeless, turned around with difficulty, asked the old man who was still giggling, and asked carefully, "Old man, what should we do?" ”

Lao Yang Tou listened, looked around, broke off two branches from the tree on the side of the road, one was stuffed in his wife's hand, and the other was held in his own hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, everything is gone, and it's light, let's go." ”

"Where are you going?" Aunt asked confusedly.

"Where to go, flee to the famine, where there is food, go there, where there is no food, starve to death, that's all, let's go."

Let's go, let's go, what else? This is fate, my mother-in-law muttered, wiped and wiped her eyes with her broken sleeves, and looked back at the villages and old houses that had lived in the sea of fire for generations, and followed the old man who had never turned back once, and walked north with difficulty.

All the way down, slowly, there are constantly people on the small road, with their families and mouths, crying and shouting together, slowly converging into a rolling torrent, winding north, north, no one looks back.

Qin Heng, the chief bookkeeper, led a group of subordinates, standing on a high ground with high spirits, commanding this piece of strong wall and clear field, and there were constant bursts of black ash with the dry and hot wind, so that he had to incite it from time to time, and from time to time spit out the dust that was sucked into his mouth, and then instruct his subordinates to move.

"That piece, that piece why didn't you go overboard? Are you all blind? Do you want to keep that piece of food? ”

A series of reprimands made the people around him feel the anger of the master bookkeeper, and a servant looked around for a while, and immediately smiled and said carefully: "My lord, that piece is Master Zhang's field, but his son is walking on the Xi'an Governor's Mansion and can't burn it." ”

Master Qin choked, but immediately frowned and said, "Didn't you quietly inform them in the first few days and ask them to hire people to harvest quickly, why hasn't the harvest been finished by this time?" ”

The official immediately stepped forward and complained on behalf of Master Zhang: "I quietly informed him a few days ago, but several other large families also rushed to hire people to harvest the autumn, but there was a shortage of manpower, so it was delayed. Thousands of acres of crops cannot be harvested in a day or two. ”

"Waste." The master reprimanded in a low voice, saying this, definitely not for the son of Master Zhang who was walking on the Xi'an Governor's Mansion, but for the officials behind him. "Didn't you tell him the seriousness of the matter?"

"I said it, but Mr. Zhang was distressed about the extra wages, so he drove the tenants who farmed the land to work for a long time, and that's it." The official looked helpless.

"When is it, if you still give up your life and money, the wages will be promised first, and when the wall is cleared, what will you pay back."

"Go, inform those pickled things, quickly burn a few villages that have not been burned, take everything you can take, and transport it back to the county seat as a reserve for defending the city, and the rest, don't have a grain of grain, a piece of firewood, and a piece of wood above the thickness of an arm for the thieves." The master bookkeeper changed the subject and commanded loudly.

"That old man's land—" the official asked in a whisper that he didn't know what to do.

Master Qin glared at this short-eyed thing, and said hatefully: "You tell Master Zhang, just say that I, Qin Heng, are sympathetic to my father's difficulties, and I will have a grace period of one more day, if I don't finish harvesting, I will have to do business." ”

When the official heard this, he bowed again and again, and ran to inform Master Zhang.

At this time, a small flag ran panting and shouted in a panic: "It's not good, it's not good, it's not good, there is another group of Diao people in the south who refuse to clear the field and fight with our brothers, my lord, what can I do." ”

When the master book heard this, he went up and kicked it: "You pickled bastard, what can I do with this?" Those are all spy eyeliner reserved for the thief, and they won't be killed? Do you dislike military exploits? ”

"But, but." During the small flag period, Ai Ai did not dare to take orders.

"What's wrong?" The master asked angrily.

"My lord, there are more than three hundred of these thieves, our brothers really can't resist it, when I came, there were already three or five brothers who were knocked to the ground, and I don't know if they were alive or dead."

When the main book heard the anger, he didn't fight in one place, the guard house is really unbearable, a hundred soldiers can't beat two or three hundred untouchables, isn't it a shame?

But things still have to be done, and when I turned around, I smiled and begged a man dressed as an official behind me: "General Chen, it seems that you have to take your brother to make a move." ”

The garrison commander Chen pursed his mouth and said with disdain: "Okay, I'll take fifty brothers to help them, and this military merit can be counted as ours." ”

"Cheng, Cheng, of course, it is the general's military exploits." The main book is busy and should be inherited.

Mr. Chen made sure of his promise and waved his hand at the restless brothers who were following him: "Brothers, the time has come to make meritorious contributions, let's kill them." ”

A group of officers and soldiers who had been waiting impatiently for a long time shouted, brandished knives and guns, and rushed to the place where there was trouble.

Looking at the backs of the strong soldiers trained by the Zhang family, the master can't help but envy, if the people and horses he brought out this time are so strong, then his income will definitely be several times that of now.

Another gang ran over panting, and shouted from afar: "My lord, my lord is not good, those people who have no home are going to the direction of the county one by one with their families, the old elders are long, I'm afraid there are tens of thousands." ”

The main book heard it, shouted badly, the city is most afraid of idlers, not to mention that there may be spies among them, the most important thing, every mouth must eat and drink, the city reserves are small, once the city defense time is delayed, those hungry people may make trouble for a bite to eat, at that time, everything will be closed.

"What are you still standing for, hurry up and block the road to the county seat in the south, and drive those Diao people to the north, hurry."

"But my lord, these Diao people really go north, if they join the thieves, won't it give him a stronger strength?" A bookseller hurriedly reminded.

Master Qin tilted the bookkeeper with no long head disdainfully: "Do you think the thief is the same as other poles?" Big and small, old and weak have to rush to count? Let these Diao people go to his so-called base area, and it is only right to eat them if they are poor. ”

When the secretary heard this, he couldn't help but suddenly realize, seeing that Diao Min who had turned back and walked north had passed under his feet, and thought to himself, yes, such a big burden should be given to the king of Chuang, I can't say, these tens of thousands of homeless people poured into the thief area, and they could still drag him back.

In this way, for three days, when the army was killed under Pucheng City, looking at the Pucheng Plain, which was originally quite rich, it was already a scorched earth, and there was no longer any life.

Bandits are like combing soldiers, and this is exactly the truth.