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The Wang family's mansion has completely fallen into chaos at this moment, the stimulation of the killing of comrades-in-arms and the temptation of the wealth of the military department have made the soldiers who usually can't get the full salary completely fall into madness, they no longer care about the orders of their superiors, they don't care about the pleading of their families, howling and rushing to the inner house, the target of any activity is their enemy, these soldiers don't care if you are a domestic servant or Wang Zaijin's family, as long as this person can still move, it means that they still have the ability to fight back, and they will also usher in the soldiers' waist knife attack. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They slaughtered all the way, leaving behind corpses all the way, and they passed through like locusts, leaving nothing of their previous belongings behind. If the slain was dressed in satin, even those clothes would be stripped alive and become trophies from the soldiers.

Zhou Jun and a few servants protected Shizun and moved forward slowly, although no one dared to hurt Shizun, but it was always best to be careful. They passed the whitebark pine trees in front of the house, stepped onto the bluestone-paved steps, and watched as the scholars frantically rushed into the inner mansion to catch the culprits who had killed their friends.

Zhou Jun saw the old butler who was shouting and fighting before, he was stabbed in the abdomen, and he fell to the ground at this moment, which was already dead. Blood gushed from his deep wounds like a fountain that stained the gray ground. Zhou Jun turned his body over and saw that the old butler's eyes were still round, his mouth was wide open, as if he was still shouting to kill the enemy, but his aging body and weak armament made him die under the soldier's knife, which did not have any impact on the battle situation.

"No way, there is no right or wrong in the world, but life and death, who let you follow the wrong person!" Thinking like this, Zhou Jun threw down the corpse, wiped his bloodstained hands on the corpse's clothes, and continued to walk forward.

There was the body of a servant in front of him, he was on his knees against a wall, he was stabbed in the neck, and he was bleeding uncontrollably. The servant was still very young, looking to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, and had a sparse stubble on his chin, which was very tender, only a faint tan, as if to inform the comer that he was nothing but a poor young man.

"He died when he begged for mercy" Zhou Jun could already think of the state of this young man before he died, he must have knelt down to beg the mercy of the soldiers and begged them to spare his life. But this young man was so naïve, they chose to resist, that is, they chose to be hostile to the soldiers, how could they forgive an enemy?

On the battlefield, mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, and this is the first lesson that every soldier learns on the battlefield. Soldiers who learn may live longer, and soldiers who can't survive most likely not survive the first battle.

"In this world", if you want to not die, you still have to follow the right person, and you must also have force! Zhou Jun turned his face sideways, stopped looking at the young man, and continued walking.

They slowly approached the inner hall, which was already approaching the residence of the female dependent. This inner hall is richly decorated, the tables and chairs are either made of huanghuali or nanmu, the carving is exquisite, the pulp is intact, and it is obviously a luxury for dignitaries. There is a bucket square hanging in the hall, which is painted a picture of the tiger descending the mountain, the tiger uses a fine brush, obviously it looks like only a few ink lines, but the scene of the tiger descending the mountain is vividly depicted, obviously it captures the charm of the tiger, it must be done by a famous artist. This painting is not signed, I don't know if it was made by Heren, maybe it was painted by Wang Zaijin himself. It's a pity that this tiger going down the mountain can't save Wang Zaijin's fate, and he is destined to pay the price for his mistakes.

"Ah, don't come here!" Zhou Jun heard a female voice calling for help, it was estimated that it was Wang Zaijin's daughter or niece, he looked at Shizun and asked, "Do you want to save her?" ”

"If you save her, how will you deal with the angry prisoners? Wang Zaijin's family is a human being, but the prisoner is not a human being?" Shizun just said this lightly, and then stopped talking. He gently wiped Huang Huali's waistless square stool with a hand towel, and slowly sat down: "Just wait here, if you catch Wang Zaijin, they will come to us." In this way, Shizun slowly sat and listened to the woman's cries for help and shouts, without the slightest intention of rescue.

Zhou Jun was stunned, and then stood behind the master to guard, he already understood what the master meant.

Anyone who opposes the Jimin Society will perish, and those who resist will surely destroy their families.

It seemed that a soldier had caught the woman, and a rude voice said fiercely: "Little girl, you can run very well, you run all the way from your house to here, do you think you can run?" ”

The woman seemed to be very strong, and she shouted, "You stinky hills, what are you!" Quickly let go of me, if not, I will let my father destroy you nine clans! ”

"Hehe, this old thing is afraid that it can't protect itself right now! Zhao Dashuai and Liu Gongzi ordered, the things of the Wang family are ours, and if they catch Wang Zaijin, they will pull him to the royal road with a thousand knives, you say, is your Wang family in a catastrophe this time! ”

The woman didn't seem to believe these words at all: "You filthy and obscene rebels are proud for a while, and when my father brings in soldiers, he will arrest you all, and you will all be cut by a thousand knives!" ”

The rude soldier seemed to be a little angry, and he shouted loudly: "Dare to scold Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu will let you know how powerful Lao Tzu is today! After speaking, Zhou Jun seemed to hear the sound of tearing silk, the sound of women struggling, and the sound of men laughing lewdly, it seemed that this soldier was planning to rape in broad daylight.

"Get out, get out, let go of me!" The woman struggled fiercely, but her strength seemed too small compared to that of the soldiers, so her resistance only earned herself two resounding slaps.

At this moment, another voice sounded: "Zhang Gouzi, what are you doing?" If you rob money, you will rob money, and you still dare to rape? If you let the commander know, I'm afraid that your head will not be guaranteed! ”

Zhang Gouzi panted and tried to subdue the woman, and said with a big grin: "Right now, it's just the two of us here, you don't say it, I don't say it, this little girl's skin is for the two of us to enjoy!" Look at the skin, the eyes, the. Son, can you find a better one in the kiln than her? ”

The second voice seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said: "No, no, the general has already issued an order to gather, saying that Wang Zaijin has been captured, we will definitely be found if we go late, absolutely not, it's too dangerous!" ”

"So, what about that?" Zhang Gouzi said with some disappointment: "Could it be that you let her go?" ”

"Let her go? That's not good, if she goes around talking nonsense, this king has a deep relationship in the army in Jin, and Zhao Dashuai and Liu Gongzi are not afraid of him, our heads may not be saved! ”

"Then what do you say!"

The second voice didn't answer, and Zhou Jun only heard the sound of iron shoes trampling on the floor, and then the sound of the knife being drawn out of its sheath.

"Master?" Zhou Jun looked at Shizun, as if he wanted to find an order from him.

Shizun did not speak or make any expression, he sat quietly in his chair, like a majestic god.

It's like a god of death.

There was a muffled sound, and death came so fast that the dead didn't even have time to wail.

The one who started it was a veteran murderer.

"Let's go, it's time to deal with Wang Zaijin." Shizun stood up, raised his legs and walked out the door.

Behind him, a mess of blood stained with death, the god of death hovered excitedly, whining.