In the early morning of early spring, on the mountainside of Baiguan Mountain, it is still cold in spring, and the wet and cold grass is like a greedy monster, constantly sucking the heat, and the cold seems to be like a substance to drill into the cracks of human bones.

However, no matter how deep the chill was, it couldn't compare to the bone-chilling cold in Ah Er's heart, and his thin body trembled involuntarily, staring at the foot of the mountain with his eyes wide open.

A raging fire burned in the Changming Temple, and the tall and majestic Daxiong Treasure Hall was completely engulfed in orange-red flames; In the crackling sound of wood, streams of fire rose into the sky from time to time, making the already dim starlight in the early morning even more dim; In the bright firelight, the bald monks of Changming Temple were driven to the open space in front of the temple one after another, and they were greeted by a bright long knife.

The massacre was not only carried out in Changming Temple, but also in the small mountain village next to the temple; People dressed in samurai uniforms surrounded the village in twos and threes, and one by one drove the villagers out of their low, dilapidated huts; After the people were driven out, the thatched hut was immediately ignited, and the fierce fire went straight to the sky, and immediately compared the Changming Temple.

When Ah Er arrived on the mountainside, all the people in the village had already gathered on the grain field next to the village, and there were bursts of heart-rending screams from the flying knife light.

"Count it again! Not a single living mouth can be left! ”

A hoarse voice sounded, calm and cold, and by the light of the fire, Ah Er recognized that it was the gray-haired old man he had seen on the mountain road yesterday; Following his order, the samurai scattered and searched everywhere, so frightened that Aji, who was lying on the mountainside, buried his head deep in the grass nest.

Ashi escaped this fate because he sought the guidance of Brother Sato.

Yesterday, after going home to discuss with his wife and son, he decided to join the Chezhidan army with his family - instead of staying here to eat chaff, it is better to follow the members of the Holy Sect, and maybe there will be enough to eat.

But Ah Er was worried that the parishioners would question his identity, so he rushed to the small mountain village where Brother Sato lived overnight to seek advice, and finally received a letter of introduction from the latter.

When Ah Er ignored Sato's retention and insisted on rushing back by starlight, he never imagined that what he saw was such a human tragedy!

He didn't understand why the martial arts masters in Changming Temple, who had always lived in a simple place, were so fierce, he only knew that his humble home was gone overnight! And his wife and children can only watch their heads in different places!

He was now repentant - he knew that this was the case, he should have taken his family and rushed directly to Jinamu yesterday, and when he arrived in Jinaimu, why not find a way to prove his identity as a disciple?

"Boom!"

The loud noise at the foot of the mountain woke up the repentant Ah Er, and when he looked up, he saw that the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Changming Temple had collapsed in the raging flames, and those martial arts masters had already packed up and walked towards the south ferry one after another.

Looking at those who were fading away in the firelight, the fear in Ah Er's heart gradually dissipated, and was replaced by more and more anger - although we are pariahs, we are also a life, how can we be killed so indiscriminately?!

The eastern sky showed a hint of fish's belly white, the fire at the foot of the mountain gradually subsided, the crackling sound of wood crackling irritated Ah Er's eardrums, and the smell of blood in the air was so thick that it turned this morning bloody.

After wiping two handfuls of tears from his face, Ah Er got up and went to the barn floor and found the bodies of his wife and children; He wanted to find a mat to wrap in, but the blazing fire dispelled him; In desperation, he hastily dug three shallow pits on the hillside next to the threshing floor and buried the bodies of his relatives one by one—while doing all this, the face with gray hair and eyes as sharp as a falcon kept dangling in front of his eyes.

That's him! It's this guy who killed his own loved ones!

Almighty God, please give me a chance to cut off this guy's head with my own hands!

When Ah Er drew a cross in front of the three new graves, he shouted silently in his heart over and over again.

After taking care of the funeral affairs of his relatives, Ah Er had no worries, and went to the northeast alone; Mt. Hyakuna was actually not too far from Tsunagi, and he finally arrived at the valley where Tsunaki was located in the afternoon of the next day.

As soon as he crossed the mountain pass, Ah Er was intercepted by the You Sentry of the Chezhi Dan army, and after hearing that he was also a member of the Che Zhi Dan Sect, You Sentry's face softened, and the sharp blade in his hand was also inserted back into his waist, leading him towards the river valley.

Turning a corner, Ah Er was immediately stunned - he saw that the narrow river valley outside Jinaimu City was densely packed with people!

The banks of the creek were crowded with glazed eyes and faltering people: gray-haired old men and toddlers; There are both thin and thin girls and middle-aged men with a sideways face; There are not only women who gather together in twos and threes, but also half-sized children who search the ditch for shrimp and crabs...... Most of the people are like Ah Er, and when they look at the tattered clothes, they know that they are ordinary country pariahs; There are also a very small number of old men who wear silk and satin, and their clothes are also dirty and tattered at the moment, and they look like they are frosted and wilted; All of them had nothing but their clothes, and they couldn't even see a package, let alone a cage.

Walking through the crowd behind the sentinel, Ah Er clearly felt all kinds of strange eyes: there were those who waged their tails and begged for mercy, there were also those who were afraid and worried, and of course, at most, the eyes of cruel hatred.

"They're all infidels!" Seeing Ah Er scanning around suspiciously, the sentry took the initiative to introduce, "So His Excellency the Bishop ordered that all their property be returned to the Holy Treasury...... Unless they renounce their faith in the so-called Amaterasu and are baptized by the Holy Religion, they should not want their possessions back, and this is the Lord's punishment for these lost lambs! ”

"Oh~~" Ah Er replied as if he didn't understand, and then asked suspiciously, "Then they have nothing, will they starve to death?" ”

You Sentinel first drew a cross on his chest before replying, "The Lord Almighty is merciful, and His Excellency the Bishop is incomparably kind...... He promised these heretics that if they followed our invincible holy war battalion against the recalcitrant ones, they would get enough food! ”

"Jihadist battalions?" Ah Er was inexplicably a little excited.

"Yes!" You Sentry raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "Our holy war camp is in accordance with the will of the Lord, specially dealing with those devils who believe in cults and protecting thousands of suffering believers...... There were less than 200 people when we came from Amakusa Shimoshima, and now we have almost 500 people! ”

Speaking of this, he patted the strap on his shoulder and said, "See, everyone has an iron cannon!" Let him have any demons and monsters, and a row of guns will shoot past, and they will all be blown into ashes! ”

Ah Er looked enviously at the long Lu Mi Gong behind him, his eyes were full of admiration, and he secretly thought in his heart - Holy War Battalion, can I also join? (To be continued.) )