Chapter 332: The Blood of the People

And the people were under the city, and I did not know which one sat down on the ground with his head on his head. Inspired by the others, they www.biquge.info the Gyeongkook soldiers holding knives behind their backs, or sitting cross-legged on the ground, or squatting down.

The soldiers' threats were ineffective, and the real threats with swords and guns were useless, and the attacking team suddenly came to a standstill. The Qing army's purpose of trying to open the way in front of the people of Chen was not only invalidated, but also because of the "defensive wall" formed by the people of Chen State, the siege was stopped.

The soldier reported the information to Liao Rufeng, who was under the command of Shuai, probably because his tone when he made a statement was not as respectful as he wanted to be to Liu Tingfeng, which made the wrinkles at the corners of Liao Rufeng's eyes tremble slightly.

Liao Rufeng nodded to the cavalry around him, and the group of people came out of the queue unexpectedly.

At this time, Chen Baichuan also saw Liao Shuai who suddenly appeared in the clairvoyant's narrowed field of vision. After seeing this person's face clearly, Chen Baichuan couldn't help but be stunned.

After that, there was a chuckle, I didn't expect it to be this old acquaintance in charge. After destroying the warship that this guy relied on for a living, he didn't expect that this person had never completed the "task" entrusted to him by Chen Baichuan, and he could make a comeback now, and he was really the number one person.

However, what he saw next made Lord Chen's heart tighten, and he saw a team of cavalry lined up in the opposite formation. What do you want to do when you send out cavalry?

He probably guessed that the purpose of the Qing army was nothing more than to deal with the obstacles laid on them by the people, but it was cruel to use this method.

Sure enough, as he expected, the cavalry rushed into the ranks, raised the long knives in their hands that emitted a silver-white cold light, and cut a large hole in the cowering necks of the people. Blood gushed out of the veins, and the cavalryman's face, body, and sword were stained with blood. The screams stopped at the first moment, because only one body remained of the frightened people.

They could not utter words, they could only keep their dead faces in front of them in the great panic. Chen Baichuan trembled and raised his clairvoyance, as if he saw a young child among them, with big watery eyes full of despair and dead silence, staring at the head of Changling City at the last moment before the temporary period.

After the long knives in the hands of the cavalry were all stained with bright red blood, they slowly withdrew from the crowd with the reins. Obviously, they didn't use enough caution to deal with a group of unarmed civilians.

Just as the last horse was about to withdraw from the crowd with its swaggering and graceful steps, a middle-aged man suddenly burst out, clinging to the thighs of the soldier on horseback, and dragged him down alive. Suddenly, the unlucky soldier was really pulled down, and suddenly I don't know how many men and women's fists fell on him.

The farmers and peasant women who usually work in the fields are used to holding hoes, and the hard work of many years has allowed them to grind their strength.

When the other cavalry reacted and pulled the rioting people away with their blades, the unlucky soldiers who were pulled down had only one breath left. In the nostrils, in the mouth, in the corners of the eyes, in the ears, there were bruised fist marks everywhere.

Didn't save this person.

The death of a companion apparently made the cavalrymen in the position of butcher knives deeply dissatisfied.

"I don't care who pulls this man off his horse, or who beats him, but you must hand him over who pulled him off his horse. Otherwise all of you will have to pay for your lives. ”

After the people of Chen Guo stared at them viciously, they were frightened by the bright long knives of the Qing cavalry.

As for the "warrior", they had no intention of betraying him, but a few bold young men hid the man behind him. It's just that the man just came out and ripped off Qingbing, which means that he is ready to die.

He really looked like a warrior at this moment.

"Qingguo's thieves, you unreasonable, even my five-year-old daughter is scared, I ...... I'll fight with you. "He had no knife in his hand, not even the hoe he was most familiar with, and he had nothing in his hand that could be used as a weapon.

In the end, no miracle happened, and most of his entire head was cut open.

The cavalry had slashed his neck with an iron blade, and half of his head was being pulled, but he didn't seem to be dead. Those naked eyes with hatred were lifelike, more vicious than before his nostrils could breathe. 、

Next, after the Qing cavalry got their wish, they saw a terrible strangeness in the eyes of the soldiers around them.

Whether it is the Qing army, the Chen army, or even the army of every country, the label they put on their bodies is righteousness. But at this moment, the Qingguo soldiers began to wonder whether what they were shouldering was a righteous act to gain prosperity for the future generations of Qingguo, or the evil of slaughtering the people and killing innocent people.

The choice of good and evil is decided by the ultimate victor. It's just that there is a balance in everyone's mind, and history books can cover up the truth after being processed with pen and ink, but people's hearts will not, and neither will people's eyes.

At least at this moment, the Qingjun soldiers who witnessed the misery of the people of Chen realized the evil of what they were doing at this moment.

There were even a few people who had been dyed with Chen Guoren's sword in his hand, and they fell to the ground after trembling.

There were even a few people who looked at the place under the Shuai flag with suspicious eyes.

There were even a few people, with disdain and even disgust, who glanced at the cavalry who had pulled them into the evil camp.

One of the cavalrymen, puzzled and helpless, said to his compatriots: "We are also forced. But he was holding a blood-stained long knife just now, and the smile on the corner of his mouth made people unwilling to believe the word "force".

"We were also forced."

He was like a powerless little guy who couldn't fight back, drowning in the sea of contempt and contempt for everyone.

In a pale and feeble tone, he tried in vain to explain everything, but his status quo did not change. The eyes around him are still disdainful, even disgusted.

Drowned, he was powerless to resist, so he had to choose to escape.

With all his movements, he silently urged the horse under his crotch to hurry up, lest a great wave of the sea roll up and slap him to the shore of judgment.

There is no doubt that his conscience was tortured in the eyes of everyone.

It's just that the horse under the crotch, the eyes that were unintentionally pursed, and the complex amber animal pupils also seem to reveal disdain. He was a little suffocated, and even a horse looked at him like that.

His pace, no, the pace of the horse is getting faster and faster.

The cavalry quickly dissolved into the group of soldiers.

The eyes around him could only turn to look at the people of Chen Guo with apologetic and sympathetic eyes. The living face is like dead ash, and the dead face is really dead ash this indescribable color.