When the sun just came out of the east, Mo Laohan had already sat on the stone pier facing the door of the stockade early and began to cut the bamboo strips with a scorn knife and weave a bamboo basket. www.biquge.info This is one of the livelihoods that their village has relied on for many years, and as the most proficient person in the older generation, he is naturally deeply respected and loved by the younger generation.

Mo Laohan is over 70 years old, his hair and beard have turned gray, and his face is full of vicissitudes written on his face as pitted as tree bark. He has experienced many ups and downs in his life, but he never thought that his children and grandchildren would do such an earth-shattering thing, and they would actually rebel against the government!

Mo Laohan is very pleased that his grandson Heiwa is a filial child, even if this time he is going to do business, on his birthday, he still rushed back in time, and brought himself a long jade-inlaid cigarette stick that is said to be used only by the Han people in the city, at this time, the cigarette stick is still in his hand.

As soon as he thought of his most heroic grandson in the whole village, the smile and brilliance on Mo Laohan's face were even greater. In the past, he relied on his amazing ability to cut and weave baskets to make the people in the village admire, but now, he can rely on his heroic grandson to make people envious and respectful.

His grandson Heiwa not only has a tall figure and strength that Miao people rarely have, but also is very brave, and thus won the favor of the most beautiful mountain flower in the village, and the two decided to marry after the mountain flower turned sixteen. Thinking of this, Mo Laohan's eyes narrowed even more, his heart had already blossomed, and the movements in his hands became more numerous, you must know that these bamboo baskets can exchange a lot of money for the family.

Although the last time Heiwa came back, they would soon seize the whole of Guangxi and completely drive out the Han people and the government, so that the people in the village would go to the city to enjoy the blessings, and no longer have to live a hard life in the mountains as before, not to mention that Mo Laohan had to work hard to weave bamboo baskets for his family to sell outside at such an old age. But the life that I have been accustomed to for many years is not something that can be changed by my grandson's two words, even if it is just for home use, isn't it good?

At this time, as time passed, many people were busy in the open space in front of the walled gate, and they were also talking from time to time, imagining the good days of possible life in nearby towns.

At this time, Mo Laohan's dizzy old eyes suddenly saw his favorite granddaughter-in-law Shanhua and another woman rushing towards the village at a very fast speed, which made him a little surprised, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and wipe the corners of his eyes hard, only to say that he was wrong.

But then, he knew that he was not mistaken, Shanhua was indeed running towards this side with all his strength full of fear, and at this time, he also saw behind them, followed by more than a dozen tall men with steel knives in their hands, and the distance between the two sides had been shrinking as they chased and fled.

The other people in the village also saw this amazing scene, but they couldn't react for a while, and could only watch as those people rushed to the gate of the village. At this moment, one of the men suddenly shouted loudly, jumped up high, and the knife in his hand was also raised suddenly.

The sunlight shone on the blade of the knife at this moment, making the steel knife bloom with dazzling light, and then the blade quickly slashed forward, just slashing at the neck of Shanhua, who was running into the gate with all his might.

The blade quickly cut into Shanhua's slender neck, splitting one in two, and the body that had lost its head actually continued to run forward several steps according to its inertia, and only then stopped abruptly before and after coming to Mo Laohan, and then fell straight down, and Bobo's blood instantly flowed the old man's foot.

And Shanhua's head, which was originally quite beautiful, but now it was full of horror, also rolled in the air for a while, and fell to the ground not far from Mo Laohan with a thud, and then rolled again, directly hitting Mo Laohan's toes before stopping. And when this head stopped, it happened to be facing upwards, so that Mo Laohan could clearly see how frightened and helpless his future granddaughter-in-law was before she died.

The woman behind Shanhua had also been stabbed in the back by the man who had caught up later, and then kicked forward hard, stumbling into the stockade with the last screams and blood splattered from her chest.

"Ah......h

Mo Laohan looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, but he could see it very clearly, these guys were wearing ordinary Han clothes, and as far as he remembered, for so many years, the Han people have always been forbearant on the ground in Guangxi, even if they were wronged, they would only retreat, and did not dare to fight back. Why is it like this today?

Isn't it a nightmare?

But soon, Mo Laohan knew that he was not dreaming, because at the moment when he was stunned, those Han men had already pounced on him like vicious wolves, and the steel knife in his hand slashed towards his body with a sharp roar.

When Mo Laohan was young, he was also a brave and warlike soldier in the village, but now that he is in his seventies, he has to be careful when he walks from the house, let alone fight. So when he saw this knife coming towards him, he only subconsciously raised the cutting knife in his hand. But before he could raise the knife, which was so small that it would break at the slightest touch, the steel knife had already slashed into his throat, cutting off his hoarse screams completely.

Immediately, Mo Laohan's old body slammed heavily on the ground that had already been soaked in the blood of the two women. It wasn't until he took his last breath that he was convinced that all this was true, and that the Han people had finally bared their fangs like never before because of their rebellion!

After slashing and killing Mo Laohan with a knife, the man who took the lead in the village didn't even frown, and together with his companions who followed him, he held a knife and pounced on the other Miao people in the village who had long been stunned by this sudden killing.

It wasn't until they found them rushing towards them that the seedlings finally screamed and fled in all directions. It's a pity, because the young and strong men in the village have already followed the owner of the village out of the mountains to make trouble, leaving only the old and weak women and children here, how can their footsteps be comparable to these fierce and murderous Han soldiers?

So some people only escaped two or three steps before they were stabbed to the ground, and some people tripped over themselves because they panicked, and then what awaited him was merciless killing.

Some people who are lucky enough to be quick enough to run towards their respective houses, but often only have time to enter the house, and they are slashed and killed by the men who followed them. Only a handful of people were able to enter the house and shut the door to ward off the intruders.

In this regard, those men are not in a hurry to attack them, but they are all over the village to kill the Miao people who will not have time to escape one by one, whether they are men or women, old or young, in front of them, they are no different from chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs.

At this moment, in addition to the screams and pleadings of those Miao people under the butcher's knife, there was another voice that sounded in their ears unconsciously, which was what Yang Zhen said before they set off to attack the Miao tribe village:

"What you are going to do is to kill those Miao people, old and weak women and children who are left behind in their respective villages, maybe you will hesitate when you do it, after all, these people are the ones who have no ability to resist and can only be slaughtered by you at will, is it really a hero to kill such people?

"I can tell you the truth, it's not heroic to do this. However, this is a war, and we don't want to be heroes to participate in such a battle, but to win! Now if we want to fight against the Miao Zhuang tribes, we must first dig out all their roots, so that they know that we Han people are not allowed to be bullied by them, and if we are enemies, they will also suffer huge losses and costs.

"Moreover, are these old and weak really so innocent? Those old people, of course, no longer have the ability to fight with us or protect themselves, but they were also young, they also had disputes with our people, and even hurt the former Han people with their own identity. Their women have given birth to or will give birth to more children who are enemies of us for them, and their children, when they grow up in the future, will also become a big trouble in our hearts, so what we are facing today is also the most powerful enemy, we must be merciless, kill all these strong enemies, so that they will have no chance to turn over! ”

The tall image that Yang Zhen had built up during this period of time by relying on his heroic performance in defending the city had fully played a role this time. The soldiers who were sent to find Miao Zhuang village and carry out a surprise attack resolutely carried out his spirit, even if they encountered the old and weak who had no power to resist, they were ruthless and let go of their hands to kill.

In the end, only the few Miao people who hid in their respective houses and shivered were still alive. After a few words of consultation with each other, the soldiers quickly divided their men and conducted a thorough search of the entire village, gathered up the grain in it, and brought firewood and put it around the houses made of bamboo and wood.

With an order, the fire fell on the firewood and burned rapidly, igniting the firewood and also igniting the Miao houses that still hid people in it.

A moment later, the people in the room let out a scream and rushed out, but they were greeted by cold swords, guns and arrows......

Half an hour later, the entire village was engulfed in flames, and the skyrocketing flames and black smoke were clearly visible even from dozens of miles away.

Similar scenes were constantly staged in the Miao Zhuang villages around Guilin for hundreds of miles, and the bitter fruits of the battle were no longer borne only by the Han people, and those Miao Zhuang who rebelled also suffered similar retaliation......

The blood debt can only be repaid with blood!