Zhaojiazhuang is a small village below Jingyang County, located in a remote location, surrounded by mountains, with only one road leading to the outside of the village. In the early morning, the distant mountains are green, the white clouds depend on each other, the mountains are empty, and the air is fresh. A small stream flows through the village, the clear mountain spring sings all the way from north to south, the small bridge erected by bluestone slabs or wooden planks connects the two banks, there are stone steps leading to the water surface every two or thirty meters, the women in the village pass through the stone steps in groups of three or five, pound clothes and wash on the platform paved by bluestone slabs at the water's edge, laughter comes out from time to time, breaking the tranquility of the village. On both sides of the stream are the houses of the villagers, with whitewashed walls and blue tiles, but they are old and dilapidated. On both sides of the road leading to the outside of the village are the few farmlands of the villagers, and in the quiet of the autumn harvest, the villagers are scattered in the fields, and the only two ploughing cattle graze in the fields. The entire Zhaojiazhuang seems to be sleeping soundly in the mist of the mountains, like a silent ink painting, peaceful and natural.

The sound of horses' hooves resounded throughout the village, as if drums were beating in unison. The old village chief of Zhaojiazhuang walked out of the village with a few young descendants, walked to the road pavilion at the entrance of the village, and stopped to check. The road pavilion is a pavilion built in the village for passers-by to rest.

A Turkic cavalry of nearly a thousand men galloped towards the village. Seeing that it was Turkic, the old village chief hurriedly arranged for the descendants to inform the people in the village to flee to the surrounding mountains. I heard that the Turks invaded the Tang Dynasty, they burned, killed and looted, and did all kinds of evil, whether it was valuable or worthless, cattle and sheep, grain, iron pots, and shovels, they robbed everything. Many villages have clashed with them, and those things, those things, which are the things that the villagers live, have been robbed by the Turks, and the people in the village are not alive anymore? The Turks have no humanity, they not only rob things, they also kill people indiscriminately, and many villages are slaughtered by them. The old village chief prayed to God in his heart, hoping that God would save their unfortunate village.

Nearly 1,000 Turkic cavalry rushed into the village, and the villagers were driven to a large house in the center of the village by the heavily armed Turkic cavalry. An old man who was walking slowly because of his inconvenient legs and feet was cut off by a Turkic soldier and his gray head was cut off.

When the villagers entered the house, the door of the house was tightly closed by the Turkic cavalry, who skillfully surrounded the whole house, and then lit torches and threw them into the courtyard. The firewood and grass in the yard were suddenly ignited, and the fire burned brightly. The villagers understood the situation in front of them thoroughly, and they instinctively chose to resist.

All corners of the house were crowded with villagers, and more villagers were running around in the courtyard of the house without a clue, the firewood and grass all over the ground were burning, and the flames soared to the sky, and the villagers could not distinguish the direction, could not find their relatives, and ran and howled in the fire all over the ground, their clothes were burning, their hair was burning, and everyone was rolling between the yards like a fireball, wailing. Some of the villagers cooperated with each other to climb out of the house, but what awaited them was the Turkic cavalry on horseback and slashing and slashing. The villagers screamed and fell in patches of blood, and rivers of blood flowed in the fiery ground, which was soon dried up, and then new blood came flooding over. The bodies of the villagers were torn apart and shattered in the explosion, and their severed limbs and arms were lifted high into the sky, and then fell into the flames with a crackling rain of blood. Fragments of clothing and fly ash were swirled and flew into the sky by huge pillars of smoke, so that people from dozens of miles away could see the thick black smoke screen over the village, the flying ash that fluttered and swayed all over the green mountains like paper money.

The Turkic cavalry outside the house brandished their swords, ruthlessly slashing and killing the villagers who escaped from the house, and for each villager killed, they cut off the heads of the villagers and hung them on their waists, probably to calculate their slaughter achievements, many Turkic knights had villagers staring at the frightened eyes on their waists, and the heads with desperate expressions looked extremely terrifying.

A few steps away from the stream, more than 40 villagers who had tried to escape into the mountains, but were unfortunately captured by the Turkic cavalry, were hacked to death by the Turks with knives and then set on fire.

When the fire was a little smaller, the Turkic cavalry went into the courtyard, and they went to check the results of the slaughter, they stepped on it, they pierced it with their knives, but whoever could move it would make up for it.

After searching and checking three times, they turned around and left, leaving the house and leaving Zhaojiazhuang.

Before leaving, they set fire to the houses of the villagers one by one, leaving only a scorched land of Zhaojiazhuang. Of the more than 400 households and more than 1,800 people in Zhaojiazhuang Village, only 12 people survived, 400 households were killed, all property was looted, and almost all the houses were burned down. The entire quiet and peaceful Zhaojiazhuang was completely burned down in one day, and it became a dead place.

A few days later, King Guande of the Tang Dynasty, Li Xiong, the head of the Li royal family of Longyou, Langzhong of the Ministry of Officials, and Sun Wuji, the chief of the Guanlong aristocracy, gathered the children of the Li royal family of Longyou, the heads of the Guanlong nobles, the history of the state thorns, the county orders, the chiefs of the lili, and the village chiefs.

Li Xiong said with tears in his eyes: "We can't be scattered anymore, this will let the Turks break each other, we must unite and fight with the Turks!" If we don't join forces, the slaughter of the village in Zhaojiazhuang will happen often in the future. The strength of a village is too weak, but as long as we unite and embrace the solidarity society, when a village is in trouble, the villagers of a county will help him; When a county is in trouble, a state will help him; When a state is in trouble, the people of all our states go to help him. The tragedy of Zhaojiazhuang made each of us understand that the Turks wanted to completely exterminate our Tang Dynasty and destroy the country and species. We must use our blood to earn a way for our children and grandchildren to live, and use the weapons in our hands to tell the Turks that the land of Guanlong is ours and has been passed down from our ancestors for generations, and we will never allow them Turks to do anything wrong and kill people indiscriminately in this land. Now that Your Majesty has sent me and Wuji here, we will fight with you. In the future, we will not leave a grain of grain to the Turks. As long as it is the Turks, once we have a chance to get rid of them, we must kill them, we don't want to live, we only want their heads, we want them to pay with blood. ”

"Kill them all! Blood debt and blood repayment! The crowd chimed in in unison.

The eldest grandson Wuji also said loudly: "Regarding the matter of Zhaojiazhuang, I will immediately appeal to Your Majesty." Please Your Majesty severely punish this Turkic cavalry who committed heinous deeds against Zhaojiazhuang in the Tang Dynasty. ”