Six rockets dragging flames streaked across the sky like a meteor shower. However, in the eyes of the Griqua people on the ground, this meteor shower is not beautiful, very hideous, and terrifying.

All of them were running in all directions, hoping to run as far as possible, away from the hellish pit of Shura just now.

A series of explosions rang out, like a series of thunderbolts rolling through the earth. Although the Hall rocket is more accurate than the Congreve rocket, it still does not land well enough, and the crooked hit adds to the sense of horror. The runner doesn't know where the explosion will suddenly sound, and he doesn't know where it will be safer. People are running, horses are running, horses are startling, horses knock over humans, and humans trample over the bodies of their companions.

"Another salvo!"

Liang Hong can estimate the tragic situation at the target at this moment, without the slightest mercy, the enemy on the battlefield is life and death, he has killed many with his own hands.

By the time the sun shone on the earth, the outlawed Griqua had long since disappeared, leaving only a dozen deep pits of various sizes in the meadow that had just been resting for humans. The ground is full of stump meat, and the sky is full of scavenging vultures, waiting for an opportunity to fall and enjoy a feast.

Liang Hong walked through the Shura field he had made with his own hands, silent. I don't know how many people were killed, I really can't count them, and many people can't even get together a complete corpse. In the end, more than a dozen Griqua people who were slightly injured were captured alive, and the seriously injured were not among them, and the serious injuries did not need to be taken care of at all, and the current medical conditions could only make people fend for themselves.

Although he killed countless enemies, Liang Hong didn't feel that he had won anything. Three of his men died, most of the smokeless ammunition was consumed, and there was not much Nobel jelly left for mining. The mine has been suspended for two consecutive days, and the current balance of the fund account is only 200 yuan. It is estimated that the start of work will resume tomorrow, and the current manpower may not be able to drive two more minecarts. The only thing that made Liang Hong feel compensated was the horses, which could have nearly twenty horses that had been caught scattered from the grassland, and the horses injured by the rockets could provide meat supplements.

The first thing that needs to be solved is the disposal of prisoners. If Liang Hong had a headache in the past, now he would have simply saved trouble and put all of them into the temple to be brainwashed by Mingjiao.

In the midday sun, the Griqua were captured by a string of ropes and escorted across Shinto. The stone statues of fierce beasts grinning on both sides of Shinto seem to tell the hideousness and give people a sense of oppression. Many of the captives were blinded by the rockets that fell from the sky, and they were still terrified, and they were even more terrified when they walked past the stone beasts.

Standing at the door of the temple, Liang Hong pressed his hand on the revolver on his waist, watching the captives enter one by one, and Miao Lingyi bowed down beside him.

"Sect Master, when I saw that person, my face was very tight, and I looked left and right frequently, and I could see that I was very scared. Such a person is most likely to accept the guidance of the God of Light, and it will be smoother to pass through the Stone Pillar Array. ”

Miao Zero's finger explained to a Griqua captive, and there was also a little bit of a sense of performance in front of his boss. The system-made missionaries have a much higher IQ level than ordinary soldiers, and their psychological activities are more complex.

Liang Hong felt the same way after listening to it, and he had watched a TV movie called micro-expressions before, which was about a psychologist who helped the police determine important suspects by relying on the subtle expressions on the suspect's face. People who don't want to think of the temple are very experienced, and they know the subtleties, which is similar to the psychology of later generations.

Thirteen Griqua captives, untied from their ropes, were driven into the Pillar Formation. If it weren't for the temple zero one explanation, just from the outside, I wouldn't have found anything abnormal.

"It's actually a psychedelic array inside, and only those who are in awe can see through the illusion and walk out smoothly into the temple. Those sinners with distracting thoughts will eventually be led into a trap by the illusion and wait for the punishment of the god of light. ”

Without being there, Liang Hong couldn't understand what the illusion was like. However, when he finally came to the trap under the guidance of Miao Zero, he finally understood the power of the temple.

A large square pit two feet deep, with walls as smooth as mirrors, stood six dark-colored and wilted captives. The mirrors around the pit focus the scorching sunlight and shroud the pit in white light. Isn't this just that the solar energy heats up fast, Liang Hong estimates that it must be very hot and uncomfortable in the pit at this time.

"At night, the formation will change into a cold wind, alternating between hot and cold, hungry and thirsty, this is the punishment of the God of Light for blasphemers."

More than half of the captives who were driven into the Stone Pillar Formation successfully passed the level and could enter the Temple of Light for baptism.

"Sect Master, the rest of the people, and my subordinates will also try their best to convert them to my sect."

"No need, I'll take these people away, there are other uses."

Using the formation for a long time will damage the service life, not to mention the shortage of manpower now, since these guys are unwilling to return to the Ming Sect, let them go to the mine to suffer.

The next day, Liang Hong was sent back to the time when he had opened the mine himself, and two soldiers escorted two mine carts on horseback, and six prisoners were tied up in strings to follow behind the wagons.

Walking barefoot is hard for people who are used to wearing boots and riding horses. Moreover, they were escorted in an even more humiliating manner, and the captives were generally resistant, and their demeanor was slow and slow.

"You sinners who do not respect the God of light, do not go quickly."

The diminutive Hora whipped the whitest-skinned captives with a stick, and he had a bitter hatred for whites. Liang Hong, who lacked manpower, mobilized every force he could think of, including the small natives who had been educated and pious, and was appointed as a temporary foreman. It's a pity that the little man who is less than 1.5 meters has no deterrent power in the eyes of the fierce Griqua people.

"Get out, be careful that Lao Tzu strangles you."

The tall white man's eyes widened, causing Hora to jump two steps backwards.

"You, do you still dare to resist?"

"You little yellow monkey, look for death."

If it weren't for the ropes, the man would probably pounce on him and beat him up. In fact, this one is only relatively white-skinned, and his face is still Asian.

"You call him a yellow monkey?"

Suddenly, someone behind the man coldly picked up the stubble. When he turned back and saw the speaker on his horse, the man immediately closed his mouth in amusement. However, Liang Hong did not intend to let him go, these Griqua captives were all unruly, and he wanted to make an example of them.

"Come on, give me a beating."

As soon as the words fell, two soldiers rushed over, and the hard and heavy red sandalwood sticks in their hands were slashed and slashed. Many of the fathers and grandparents of the Griqua were vicious criminals, wanted fugitives, or exiled prisoners in the colonies. Pious Protestants despise these people, and naturally they cannot marry white women who have immigrated. Later, he simply messed with local indigenous women to solve their physical needs. Later, the mulattoes were born, and the Protestants regarded them as a disgrace to whiteness, and the mulattoes gathered together and called themselves Griqua. Born with a genetic wildness, even if captured, even under the threat of gunpoint, he will still show his fangs from time to time.

Yellow skin is the skin color of the local authentic aborigines, and it is also the skin color of my master, by the way, you bastard probably forgot that your mother is also yellow skin. Well, just for your mother and even your grandmother, teach and teach how to be a person. This is Liang Hong's thoughts.

The beating continued for several minutes until he came out and called a stop. As the convoy continued on its way, the beaten half-breed man limping to keep up with the procession, and the other captives lowered their eyebrows. When they arrived at the mines, the captives were shackled and untied, and they were supervised to do their work.