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This is the outer city of Hankou, because of the proximity to the wharf, it naturally forms a long street that bends from east to west. Although it is close to the New Year, but there is no trace of the New Year's flavor, the doors of every house are closed, the street is quiet, there are only some Taiping soldiers with red or yellow scarves on the street, and occasionally you can see a few open taverns, but the taverns are also crowded with Taiping officers and soldiers.

On the depressed streets, only the signboard hanging on the side of the road reminded Zhu Yifeng that the city was once prosperous, and occasionally a little dry blood stains could be seen on the bluestone road, is this Hankou City?

In confusion, Zhu Yifeng saw a group of people being escorted out by the Taiping army along the riverside, and the cry echoed on the riverside, although the hundreds of people with panicked expressions were crying for a long time, but they were only driven by a dozen Taiping soldiers, indiscriminately, driving these people to the river.

"It's just some rebels who help demons!"

Xu saw the suspicious look on Zhu Yifeng's face, and Zhao Lishan said in a disdainful tone.

"Not to mention that these rebels refuse to join the army, for the use of my heavenly kingdom, and their hearts are in the Qing Demon, and they are even more Qing Demon to guide the way and help the war, it is really hateful, if you don't kill him, how can you calm the anger of the soldiers!"

As if in response to his words, the Taiping army shouted for people to kneel, and in the next moment, the knife fell in their hands, and the crimson blood flowed on the river.

"Ahh

The scene in front of him only made Zhu Yifeng scream in fright, and his face instantly turned pale.

They, why did they, why did they kill those people?

And his reaction fell in Zhao Lishan's eyes, but it made him show a little contempt, at this time the streets were filled with a strong smell of blood, in that miserable cry, even if he had killed people, Zhu Yifeng, who thought he was cold-blooded enough, would almost look at more than a dozen Taiping officers and soldiers in dumbfounded, cutting off their heads with knives in their hands, and in the blood splash, what surprised him even more was that those people didn't even know how to escape, let alone resist, just knelt there and kept kowtowing.

Amid laughter and cursing, those with knives drove the kneeling and begging people to the river from time to time, cut off their heads with knives in their hands, and then cursed and kicked the corpses into the river.

Because the distance is not far, Zhu Yifeng can see the scene in front of him very clearly, he only felt a burst of cold air penetrating his heart and lungs, he wanted to rush over to stop all this, but when he leaned forward and was about to move forward, he suddenly realized that if he stopped it, maybe it would be himself who would be killed.

A scarlet flame instantly rushed out of his heart, who thought he was cold-blooded, and only rushed to his head, in his sight, the sky was red, the earth was red, the clouds in the distance were red, the trees by the river, the people under the trees, and the small river that was not kicked into the corpse, all of them were red!

The boundless red, pouring in like blood, thick and thick, blocked his eyes, nose, and mouth, making him unable to scream and breathe. And in this red world, the weeping is endless, and what is even more terrifying is the behavior of the people in the face of slaughter.

"Master Jun, Master ...... Army"

In the face of the killing, the people just knelt on the ground and begged, in the pleading, the people around raised the snow bright steel knife in their hands, and did not hesitate to slash at the neck of the people who were kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, and the moment the knife fell, it sprayed a bright red blood mist.

The withered grass by the river was mixed with crimson blood, looking at the patches of crimson, Zhu Yifeng's heart was trembling, his eyes were wide, and he watched hundreds of so-called "rebels" being cut and killed.

The river was dyed red with blood, and in the river, corpses floated and drifted away into the distance, and it all seemed to be over, and his heart beat wildly as he looked at the smiling Taiping army.

Why, why kill these people?

There are countless whys in Zhu Yifeng's mind, when the blood-red scene collided in his mind, what he saw in front of him was all those people who only knew how to beg and beg in the face of killing, kneeling on the ground and waiting to be killed.

Why didn't they resist?

Why do hundreds of people dare not resist a dozen people?

Why?

Where did their bloodiness go?

Where did their courage go?

When one question after another floated in his mind, an unprecedented sadness permeated his heart, this, is this his compatriot?

Yes, this is his compatriot, looking at the crimson river, although his heart is still dripping with blood, but more of a kind of sadness, he finally understands that it is recorded in the history books, "Where the thieves pass, kill the shaved people, and the soldiers pass, kill all the hair-saving people!" "What is recorded in the history books is just a few words, but what is behind this killing and killing? Is it just a misery that you want to obey the people? After a few days of slaughtering in the cities conquered by the Qing army, the people cheered for the shaving order after the death of their homes, and after the killing, they were finally able to be obedient people again, as for the dead, then, it was just the price of being obedient......

He seemed to really understand, understood the appearance of all beings in Lu Xun's writing, understood the sorrow in his heart, and at this time, he no longer saw a group of poor people who wanted to obey the people, but saw a group of strong but insensitive Chinese, who would watch with relish when faced with massacre, and when they were killed, they would only kneel and beg.

This is his compatriot!

More than 200 years ago, there was a desperate struggle for the clothes of their ancestors, and half a century later, they also howled and cried for cutting off their braids, this is the same group of people.

This is my compatriot!

When those Taiping soldiers came, Zhu Yifeng could see the Taiping knives that were still dripping blood from the waists of those people, and there was still blood splattered on the yellow clothes on their bodies, and even when they came, he could smell the smell of blood on his face, but at this time, looking at them head-on, Zhu Yifeng's heart did not have the previous hostility, they were also the same group of people.

Perhaps, they had sneered and slashed their knives at the people who were pleading, but when they were faced with slaughter, perhaps, like the people, they would only cry out.

They were a bunch of insensitive people who wanted to be slaves.

Are they really my compatriots?

Although his heart was shrouded in unprecedented desolation, both the soldiers who carried the bloodied Taiping knife on their shoulders and the people who were beheaded and kicked into the river told him that they were the same, that they were his compatriots.

There is no doubt about that.

This is his countrymen, who will cry and weep bitterly in the face of slaughter, but the vast majority will not resist, they will kneel and prostrate constantly to beg for mercy from the killer.

These are his compatriots, those who have been enslaved for more than two hundred years.

And what about myself?

Why do I choose to retreat sensibly when faced with the slaughter of my fellow citizens? Why didn't I dare stand up?

For the first time, since the fusion of the two souls, Zhu Yifeng has truly reflected on himself, and even has a clearer understanding of himself.

When I feel sad there for the insensitivity of my fellow citizens, isn't it the same insensitivity when I face all this?

At this time, he is no longer like in the past, where he swears to oppose the Qing Dynasty, and no longer feels that he is different from the people of this era, and even looks at them with lofty eyes, and even despises their numbness and contempts for their insensitivity in his heart.

He's the same people as they are!

A group of numb spectators, a group of spectators who will also be waiting for the slaughter.

No!

I'm not!

I'm not, I'm not like them, at least, at least, I, I see it!

Deep inside, a voice is there crying out, I'm going to change, I'm going to change!

While this voice kept shouting, Zhu Yifeng looked at the river again, the crimson in the turquoise river water was even conspicuous, looking at the red river, his fists were clenched, and even the nails were buckled into the flesh.

"Zhu Tongyi, what's wrong?"

Zhao Lishan looked at Zhu Yifeng, who was standing on the bridge for a long time and shouted, what a bold thing, so he was scared stupid.

"No, nothing."

Zhu Yifeng answered, and then raised his legs and walked towards the inner city with Zhao Lishan......