When a group of young monks heard the noise, they hurriedly rushed out into the street, endured the smell of blood, and lifted the corpse with pieces of door panels removed from the doors of other people's houses.

Chen Ergou and the short monk wanted to help Wang Huan up, but Wang Huan shook his head and stood up by himself, he just lost his will at the moment of life and death, his head was blank, his body was not injured, and he would be fine if he recovered.

He never thought that the one who saved himself was actually a Qing soldier, although he was a Han soldier, but in just a few days, he had seen that those Ming Dynasty soldiers who surrendered to the Manchu Qing Dynasty treated the Ming people who were also Han people, no better than the Manchu banner soldiers, and even too much, killing people and robbing things, burning houses and plundering land, that is called a profession.

So in contrast, this Han soldier named Li Laosan can be regarded as an alternative, Wang Huan looked at him silently and bowed in the direction where he was to show his gratitude.

Although what he said to Li Yan just now was very light, Wang Huan heard it very clearly.

Listening to what he said, this person still has a little national integrity, and he doesn't seem to be a shameless traitor.

"If there were more such people in this era, maybe China would not have fallen into the darkness of the next few hundred years." Wang Huan said in his heart that the decadent rule of the Manchu Qing Dynasty brought China into the quagmire of semi-colonies, making China a sleeping lion and bullied by foreign powers.

So not only to save his own life, but also for Li Laosan's words, Wang Huan felt that he should also bow.

Li Laosan happened to look this way and saw Wang Huan's actions, but he didn't think so, thinking that this monk was expressing his gratitude for saving his life, so he waved his hand casually, which was a response.

He didn't know that at this time, a hope rose in Wang Huan's heart. "Since I can't die, it's the will of God, maybe God let me pass through, not let me die, there are still many characters like Li Laosan in this era, the Manchu Qing Dynasty is still unstable, maybe I can still do something!"

Wang Huan straightened up, glanced at Li Laosan deeply, pulled up the coarse cloth around his neck to cover his face and keep out the smell, turned around and blended into the little monk, and carried the corpse.

This small street is not long, and the shops and residents on both sides of the street are not high-gate compounds, just some small shops and ordinary houses of ordinary people, there are no big families and rich shops, there is not much oil and water, and there are not many residents. But even so, the small streets did not escape the robbery, and after the soldiers had passed, there was hardly a single living mouth left in the streets, many houses were set on fire and smoked, and the corpses lying on the ground were all over the ground, and the blue stone streets were stained red with blood, like hell.

Under the command of the soldiers, they removed some wood, increased the fire of a house that was already burning, and carried the bloody corpses on the ground directly into the fire, and incinerated them on the spot, saving the pain of transport.

Tian Xiong led a few soldiers in front, holding spears, and walked among the corpses, and when he met a man who was not dead and was still groaning, he immediately cheered, and then several men stepped forward together and poked the man with spears until he was dead.

"Wowhaha, here and here, come here, there are still people here who are not dead!" Tian Xiong was shouting again, and several soldiers immediately surrounded him, as excited as if they were watching the big girl.

Then a miserable scream sounded, accompanied by the laughter of Tian Xiong and several people, and the sky sounded.

Li Laosan and Li Yan sat on the threshold of a house at the end of the street, looking coldly at the scene in front of them.

Li Yan: "Phew! A mouthful of saliva spit on the ground, his eyes were almost on fire, staring at Tian Xiong with angry eyes, if his eyes could kill, Tian Xiong would have been killed by him hundreds of times.

Li Laosan's eyes were slightly closed, his eyes and nose were contemplating, and he did not move while sitting, as if he was blind to everything on the street, and he was as majestic as a clay statue bodhisattva.

It's just that the big rough hands on his knees trembled uncontrollably, and his eyelids jumped, revealing that his heart was turbulent, and his excited emotions were struggling under the strong suppression of reason.

Every move of these two people, Wang Huan, who was busy in the sea of corpses and blood, had been peeking at the scene, and naturally had a full view of this scene.

As soon as his heart moved, a bold idea lit up in his mind like a light bulb, and the sound of "pop" made him excited, and the movements in his hands couldn't help but slow down a little, and his brain turned sharply, thinking about the feasibility of this idea.

"Phew! What is the little bald donkey doing over there? A Qing soldier stomped his spear on the ground and began to curse. Wang Huan hurriedly gathered his mind, lifted the door panel in his hand steadily, and ran upside down.

The wolf smoke is like a pillar, the remnant sun is like blood, and Yangzhou on this day ushered in the night in the killing.

After carrying the corpse for a day, the little monks have long been numb, the dead and the living are just the difference between panting and not panting for them, and the blood has thrown the Buddhist concept in their minds out of the clouds, so they don't read the scriptures, anyway, there is no master to supervise, after being driven back to the firewood room in the temple by the Qing soldiers, they fell to the ground one by one, tired and fell asleep.

Naturally, the Qing soldiers would not give them food.

Wang Huan leaned against the wall, lying half-lying in the corner, his arms almost didn't belong to him anymore, a day of continuous physical labor, or carrying the dead in ordinary times, especially those corpses that were dismembered, were shocking, making him feel depressed and painful from the bottom of his heart, this kind of mental and physical torture almost made him schizophrenic.

In the dim light, two figures, one tall and one short, came over, and Wang Huan took a brief look and knew that it was Chen Ergou and Xu Goudan who came over.

The figure approached, revealing two smoky and immature faces, which were the two little monks who were with Wang Huan during the day.

The tall one is called Chen Ergou, and the short one is called Xu Goudan, these two people are the same as Wang Huan, they are poor children who have just entered the temple for two days, and they can't survive at home, hoping to enter the temple to mix a bite of food, and they haven't even had time to get the shaving number.

The three of them are generally old, seventeen or eighteen years old, and they are little novices who entered the temple at about the same time, so they are very close.

"Yuantong is dead." Xu Goudan sat next to Wang Huan and said softly.

Wang Huan's heart jumped, Yuantong was one of their little monks, with a round head and a round head, very happy, Wang Huan had some impressions of him.

"How did you die?" Wang Huan asked.

"Sick and starved to death, I had a fever during the day, I just couldn't survive, and I died." Xu Goudan said sadly. "Alas, he has such a son in his family, and this is the last place."

When Wang Huan heard this, he couldn't help but close his eyes, sadness came from it, and he sighed: "How many are these?" ”。

Chen Ergou said in a rough voice on the side: "The third one." I think if we continue like this, without food or drink, we will all die here. ”

"So what can it be?" Xu Goudan said weakly: "The soldiers outside are chaotic, and the Qing soldiers can't escape like the king of Yama." ”

"If I knew this, I might as well stay at home and follow my dad to farm." Chen Ergou said.

Xu Dog Protein glanced at him: "It's okay to stay at home?" It's not a dead end. ”

Chen Ergou was unconvinced: "That's better than dying here, at least the family dies together." ”

As soon as these words came out, both of them fell silent, and they both thought of their family and parents, although the family was poor, and the tax and forced labor almost drained the bone marrow of the poor people in this era, but at least it was still home, or a subconscious warm home.

In the darkness, a low sobbing sound faintly came, and I don't know who was crying softly, which made the atmosphere in this firewood room even more sad.

Wang Huan exhaled deeply, stretched out his hands, patted Chen Ergou and Xu Goudan on the shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "It's a death left and right, why don't we escape!" ”

The two of them jumped like an electric shock, and exclaimed at the same time: "Escape? ”

Wang Huan hurriedly pressed the bodies of the two and shouted in a low voice: "Silence! Do you want to bring in Qing soldiers? ”

Chen Ergou and Xu Goudan also reacted and knew that they had lost their temper, so they quickly covered their mouths, and listened to them for a while, but they didn't hear any strange noise outside the firewood room, and most of the Qing soldiers guarding them went to the main hall to eat and rest, so they were relieved.

Chen Ergou asked uneasily, "Wang Huan, where are we fleeing?" There are Qing soldiers everywhere in this Yangzhou city, and so many soldiers in the Shi Pavilion Department can't escape, how can we little monks escape? ”

Xu Goudan was more shrewd and thought more: "And how to escape?" The Qing soldiers can be ordered every day, and if the number is wrong, they may kill all the people who stay here! ”

Wang Huan's eyes shone in the dark, shining like a lamp in the night: "You don't have to worry about this, the ancients were born after death, we are all like this anyway, how can we escape without risking?" I asked you, if you could escape, would you like to go with me? ”

Originally, Wang Huan, as a traversing character, had no intention of running away with a few ancients, after all, he was too busy to take care of himself, so he still had the ability to carry a few burdens. However, thinking of his future plans, Wang Huan felt that it would be better to have a few dead brothers who shared hardships together, after all, there is great power in more people, and one more person will have one more hand.

Chen Ergou and Xu Goudan glanced at each other, and said in unison: "Yes!" ”

Chen Ergou patted his chest and said: "Wang Huan, as long as you can escape, whatever you say is what!" I listen to you. ”

The reaction of the two was expected by Wang Huan, and he lowered his voice and said, "Okay! I said yes first, come with me, you have to listen to me, respect me in everything, and don't act arbitrarily without my orders, otherwise it will hurt me! ”

The two of them nodded their heads like chickens pecking rice, and replied in unison: "Yes, yes, no problem." ”

Xu Goudan couldn't help but ask, "But, Wang Huan, what are you going to do?" Let's tell us a little bit first, okay? It also gives us a bottom in our hearts. ”

Wang Huan smiled slightly, pinched his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, our way of life lies in that General Li!" ”