"Wrap 100,000 yuan around your waist and ride a crane down to Yangzhou."

In the story article "Novel" of Yin Yun, a native of the Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty, a few scholars who went to Beijing to take the exam saved an old man, but this old man turned out to be an old fairy who was not born in the world, in order to repay the life-saving feelings of several people, several people were promised a wish each, and one of the smartest scholars put forward the above poem as a wish.

It is not this scholar who dropped his schoolbag, but Yangzhou, from the Northern and Southern Dynasties to the Yuan and Ming dynasties, is like a contemporary economic center, a land of wealth for many years, and a pearl on the Huai River. Huaiyang Road, Guazhou Ferry, bustling are all giants and wealthy merchants, workshops and shops are all over the city and outside the city, the industry and commerce are prosperous, the population is dense, the houses in the city are carved and painted, row upon row. In the fireworks, the people who are looking for flowers and asking willows are rubbing shoulders one after another, and the voice of warblers and swallows is charming, so the Tang Dynasty poet Jia Dao has a poem: "I heard that when it comes to Yangzhou, there is an old tour of the." There are many people who don't see it, so why don't you go upstairs? ”

Since the Ming Dynasty, Yangzhou Mansion as one of the two Jiangbei provinces in Jiangsu Province, with jurisdiction over three counties and three states, the geographical conditions are more unique, with the Grand Canal as the transportation dependent, the transportation is convenient, the salt industry is developed, the south goods go north, the north goods are transported south, which stimulates the further development of industry and commerce. ”

In 1645, in April of the first year of Hongguang in the Southern Ming Dynasty, Yangzhou.

Wolf smoke is everywhere, the cry is shocking, the four gates of the city are closed, and the city that used to be prosperous with fireworks has become a hell on earth. On the bluestone paved streets, soldiers in iron armor and shaved money rattails held broadswords and spears, smirked and kicked open the gates on both sides of the street, shouting "Barbarian treasure!" "They rushed in and killed all the men, robbed the women, turned over the chests, and robbed everything they could take, and the young children, who were no taller than the wheels, were taken away as slaves of the armoured men.

For a time, the fire in Yangzhou city was soaring, regardless of the poor and the poor, the rich and the grassy, no family could escape the disaster of the slaughter, the streets and alleys were full of corpses, countless heads fell to the ground, thousands of families were destroyed, and the sound of crying shook for hundreds of miles.

On Dongguan Street, the most lively street in Yangzhou, a shop facing the street, the vermilion lacquer door has been smashed to pieces, a bald rat-tailed short stocky Qing soldier is holding a long knife in his right hand, blood is dripping on the tip of the knife, holding pants in his left hand, tying his trouser belt indiscriminately, with a look of anger, he walked out angrily.

Another taller soldier laughed and caught up from behind, patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Moldile, my warrior, this makes you angry?" ”

The previous Qing soldier Murdille was ridiculed, he was already angry, and he was rudely patted on the shoulder, and he couldn't help but be angry, and he was about to have a seizure, and when he looked back at the person who came, he was suddenly angry, knelt down and lowered his head and said: "Ezhen, my subordinates are rude!" ”

The latter Qing soldier pulled him up and said: "No wonder you are angry, since you entered the customs, you have fought in the north and south, and fought more than 100 battles with Ming dogs, and you have never been hurt by those cowardly Han people, but today you were bitten by a girl here." ”

Saying this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't suppress his laughter.

Murdille was ashamed and angry, his big face was flushed, but it was his forehead who laughed, the head of the family who held the power of life and death, and he couldn't make a mistake, so he had to stand on the street in shame, bowing his head and saying nothing.

After Ezhen smiled, his face changed, and he said sharply: "Since you know shame, you should use your strength to kill all the Han dogs, I tell you, you lost my face today!" If you don't kill the heads of five hundred Han dogs to meet me, I'll kill you all over the place!" ”

Murdille was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask out loud: "Ezhen, five hundred people, I will kill alone, I'm afraid it's too late today." ”

Ezhen smiled, and said in a gloomy and rough voice: "Prince Yu ordered to kill all the Han dogs in the city, and the sword will not be sealed for ten days!" It's only the fifth day, and you can't kill another 500 people, 100 people a day? ”

Murdille was overjoyed when he heard this, and said with a smile: "There are still five days, of course it can be done!" Ezhen, don't worry, in less than five days, I will pile up 500 heads in front of the city gate the day after tomorrow! ”

Ezhen squinted at his lower body, the blood stains were not dry, and said, "Your life is fine, right?" ”

Murdille muttered embarrassedly: "It's okay, it's no big deal, that slut just bit a little skin wound, and was cut by me before she could bite hard." ”

He said with a real face: "Murdil, you remember for me, slaughtering the city in the past few days is the right thing, as for women, when we lay down the Jiangnan Flower World, are you still afraid?" After five days, if you can pile up a thousand heads outside the city gates, why is it difficult for me to give you a lady with a clear dog? ”

Meltile was overjoyed, and despite the pain in his lower body, he knelt down and replied loudly: "Yes! Subordinates obey! Please rest assured, I will deliver the head as scheduled! ”

With that, he stood up and strode down the stone street with his knife.

Such a situation is staged in the city of Yangzhou every moment, countless Qing soldiers on the streets, in the shops, in the houses, looting property, killing people and setting fires, when the city is broken, hiding in their homes, hoping to escape the death of the common people, dragged out of the house by the violent soldiers, regardless of the cry for mercy, brutally killed at the door. Rivers of blood flowed and corpses were everywhere, and even the blue stone streets were dyed red.

The smoke of gunpowder is full of misery.

In the sky, a group of cowering figures appeared on a small street swept by the soldiers.

The streets were full of corpses, and the smell of blood filled the air, almost disgusting.

A breeze blew, revealing the figures in the smoke of gunpowder, and it turned out to be more than 20 bald monks dressed in blue linen clothes, looking at their ages, they were all little novices who were less than eighteen years old, their faces were full of immaturity, and their expressions were frightened, and when they saw the dead bodies all over the street, they were so frightened that they couldn't even step out of their feet.

"Amitabha!" Several monks closed their eyes and whispered to defend against the panic in their hearts.

"Oh you fart!" A yellow-faced soldier who followed a few people kicked on the back of a little monk who was walking behind, and the foot was so powerful that the little monk was caught off guard, and was kicked and, his face hit the ground, and his nose bleeded.

The few little monks in front hurriedly turned around and helped him up, and stood aside in fear.

"Phew! Bad luck! The soldier who stretched out his leg and kicked the person spat on the ground, this man had a sallow face, high cheekbones and pointed jaws, a pair of mouse eyes full of mean and ruthless, a slender scar on the forehead, which seemed to be a scar cut by a bow and arrow, not tall but very strong, at first glance it was a veteran ruffian who had been mixed for many years, he scolded hatefully: "You little bald donkeys, Lao Tzu will be angry when he looks at it!" Others are robbing gold and silver and women in the city, getting promoted and making a fortune, but Lao Tzu wants to accompany you to carry the corpse and sprinkle lime, thinking about it, you get angry! The more he talked, the more angry he became, and the yellow-faced soldier was about to raise his leg and kick people.

A group of little monks huddled together, looking at the yellow-faced soldiers in fear, trembling, but no one dared to dodge, just desperately kept whispering "Amitabha".

One of the thin little monks, gritting his teeth, looked at his companion who was sitting on the ground with a long nosebleed and couldn't stand up, and resolutely stood up from a group of bald monks and stood in front of the yellow-faced soldiers.

This little monk has a delicate face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, although he is wearing a tattered monk's robe that is obviously too large, but he is full of a natural bookish atmosphere, if it is not for long-term malnutrition, thin body, with a vegetable face, dress up, it is a beautiful son.

However, although he is small, his bearing is not low, the little monk stood with his feet steady, put his palms together, pronounced a legal horn, and said in a low voice: "This military master, who is also a Han Chinese, please be merciful to his subordinates, my junior brother has been injured and has difficulty moving, please spare him." ”

He stood up so suddenly, unexpectedly, the faces of the little monks who were shrunk together turned white, which also made the yellow-faced soldiers unable to react, they were stunned for a moment, and their outstretched legs hung in the air unconsciously. However, the yellow-faced soldier Ding immediately came back to his senses and realized that there was actually a little monk who dared to openly fight against him, and his anger became bigger and bigger.

"You're a motherfucker, little bastard, you're tired of being crooked, aren't you?" The yellow-faced soldier Ding scolded: "What Han people, Lao Tzu is now the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, and he is a banner man!" It's different from your bunch of Han dogs! ”

The yellow-faced soldier's face turned dark, obviously he was already angry to the extreme, and in anger, "Brush!" With a sound, he pulled out the long knife at his waist, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said with a cruel smile: "The Manchurian nobles are killing people and making a fortune, and Lao Tzu will slaughter a monk and see blood!" ”

The yellow-faced soldier made a mistake in his steps, his hands were raised high, and the snow-bright steel knife reflected the bleak daylight, which was terrifying, and frightened a group of little monks behind him to scream, among which one was short and one tall The two little monks were particularly anxious, and shouted urgently: "Wang Huan, hide!" ”

The little monk standing in front of the yellow-faced soldier was also pale, looking at the steel knife that was about to break through the air, his whole body trembled slightly, beads of sweat the size of beans snaked down his forehead, and he didn't notice it all over his face, and he couldn't see anything in his pupils that contracted violently because of fear, only staring at the blade that was getting closer and closer, as if he was stupid.

It's just that in his eyes, under the intense fear, there is a hint of relief, a relief in despair, this is because this little monk named Wang Huan does not belong to this era, he is a time-traveler, from the world hundreds of years later.