Under the blue sky, a feng shui treasure by the mountains and rivers is located, originally belonged to the middle and rear of the Ming Dynasty, several pavilions are arranged left and right, more than ten carved exquisitely, the tombs of the giant ao stele are scattered and located among the dense pine forests, the tired birds are singing, the cicadas are extended, the afternoon sun shines, so that the Wu family guarding the tomb can't help but squint their eyes and doze off. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

These Wu family members are not the kind of family members who are trained to be elite private soldiers, but a group of genuine house slaves, most of whom are also casual and accustomed, or they can't please their masters, so they are assigned here to guard the tomb. The same is true of the other soldiers, basically all the combatants have been transferred to Jinzhou, and those who remain here are either lame or over the age of sixteen, so it is impossible to expect them to find the Dongjiang soldiers who are good at guerrillas.

In summer, the grass in Liaodong is long and the forest is deep, Mao Wenlong lies on the one-person tall artemisia grass, wearing a grass ring on his head, and his body is draped in a grass root woven robe, and his head is shaved to only half a pig's tail. Pretending to be a Tartar to rob Wu Xiangbu is a common thing for Dongjiang soldiers, and how to better conceal themselves is also familiar to them, not to mention that this time in order to dig Wu Sangui's ancestral grave, Mao Wenlong still went out in person, and brought his most powerful personal soldiers.

The lazy Wu family didn't notice the movement in the grass, they were still napping when they were sleepy, and they didn't notice the approach of death at all, and one of them walked towards the grass with a bored sigh, and stood in front of a buried Mao Wenlong and began to untie his belt and prepare to urinate.

Seeing that these family members were already lazy, Mao Wenlong seized the opportunity to suddenly burst out like a tiger, and suddenly stabbed into the chest of the Wu family, and at the same time, his hand quickly covered his mouth, and then hundreds of people rushed out directly from the left and right wings.

"Steward Liu, there are Tartars, there are Tartars!" A more alert family member hurriedly woke up the old man who was dozing off at the grave of Wu Sangui's grandfather, and the old man hurriedly widened his eyes as big as copper bells, rubbed them, and then looked at them carefully for a while: "Tartars, how did Tartars come here, didn't they just retreat from Jinzhou, why are there so many." ”

This housekeeper Liu didn't order the soldiers around him to resist as he spoke, but he was busy going in the other direction, the speed was like a hare, and there was no figure after a while. The remaining hundreds of soldiers guarding the tomb immediately scattered, anyway, this is not their ancestral tomb, and in order to save their lives, they can't take care of the ancestors of his Wu family.

Here, Mao Wenlong's people quickly harvested the lives of these soldiers who had not escaped, and Mao Wenlong also directly ordered: "Pass my order, there is no need to keep prisoners, these people were the culprits of the massacre of Yongping back then, and now we light the butcher's knife at them is also a relief to them." ”

At this time, Mao Wenlong saw that Steward Liu was still running forward, and immediately ran over, and put a knife on his neck: "Look at your outfit, it seems that your identity in the Wu family is not small, tell the official your identity, if there is half a lie, the official will cut your head now!" ”

Steward Liu saw that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, but when he saw the fierce and vicious person in front of him, he was so frightened that he kowtowed like pounding garlic: "The old man spares his life, the old man spares his life, the small one is the second-class housekeeper of the Liao Wangfu, who is responsible for guarding this piece of the ancestral tomb of the Wu family." ”

Mao Wenlong couldn't help but be secretly happy, and asked: "Do you know how these ancestral tombs were built back then, but what are the mechanisms?" ”

Steward Liu nodded vigorously like a chicken eating corn: "I know, I know, the uncle and the grandfather were all small and were built by someone back then, but there is no organ." ”

Seeing this, Mao Wenlong pulled Steward Liu to the nearest tomb, pointed to the tomb of Wu Moumou and said, "Who is this person?" ”

"The father of the prince", as soon as Steward Liu finished speaking, Mao Wenlong hurriedly said: "No wonder this is the best, it turned out to be Wu Sangui and his grandfather, come here, blow him up first, and then dig up!" ”

"Yes!" A Dongjiang soldier came over with gunpowder on his back, and spread gunpowder up and down around the entire tomb, and after everyone retreated, the Dongjiang soldier began to ignite, and at this time, Steward Liu knelt down towards Mao Wenlong: "This master, this is unacceptable, this is the tomb of the master, he has only been buried for a few years." ”

"Get out of the way, he Wu Sangui betrayed the Lord for glory and brutalized the people, and his grandfather should pay for his crimes!" After Mao Wenlong finished speaking, a loud noise came, and he saw that a huge tomb made of bluestone was blown open a big hole, and fragments of dirt and stones fell all over the ground, and at the same time, more than a dozen Dongjiang soldiers picked up the latest equipment of the sapper shovel and began to dig.

Here Steward Liu was crying a lot, but no one took him seriously, and when Mao Wenlong forced him to point out the relationship between the owners of those tombs and Wu Xiang, this Steward Liu also obediently told Mao Wenlong because he was afraid of death.

Mao Wenlong excavated these ancestral tombs of the Wu family according to the instructions of Steward Liu, and it didn't take long for some coffins to be carried out, Mao Wenlong ordered someone to untie the coffin, and then he also wore a mask, and put on the thing that was opened by the master to ward off evil spirits, and personally picked up a giant hammer and smashed these bones.

Suddenly, the ancestors of the Wu family were smashed into powder, and some of them that had not yet been corrupted were directly whipped and decomposed, and their bloody cruelty even made Steward Liu faint with fright, but Mao Wenlong and his Dongjiang soldiers were not surprised, and they had already developed strong immunity after killing countless people.

It didn't take long for more than a dozen graves in the ancestral land of the Wu family to become big pits in an instant, and none of them were spared.

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Coincidentally, a few days later, and on the day of the sudden heavy rain, which was the third anniversary of Wu Sangui's grandfather's death, Wu Sangui and his father Wu Xiang braved the rain to come to the ancestors to worship their ancestors, but when Wu Sangui fasted for three days and wore plain clothes and filial piety clothes, a slave suddenly came to report: "The young master is not good, our ancestral grave, our ancestral grave has been dug up, and the tomb guards are all in the wilderness, and none of them survived!" ”

Wu Sangui was stunned when he heard this, he didn't say anything, and he didn't tell his father, and immediately rode the horse led by the slave and ran towards his Wu family's ancestral grave in the rain.

When Wu Sangui arrived, he saw that his ancestral land was already in ruins, the pavilion was burned down, and even the pine trees with the meaning of evergreen were burned to the point that only dead branches were left.

"Master!"

Wu Sangui couldn't help but run over, knelt in front of a half-left skull and cried, he had a deep relationship with his grandfather since he was a child, but he never thought that his grandfather would be dug up and smashed on the third anniversary of his death, and only one skull was smashed, and even the coffin was destroyed.

But at the same time, Wu Sangui found that the tombs of his other ancestors were the same, even worse than this, and the belongings of the funeral were naturally looted.

Wu Sangui felt angry for the first time, and in anger, he smashed his fist on the ground, and his eyes were as red as blood: "Who did these things!" ”