The light of a torch is limited, and all the corpses are reflected in a hazy way, but falling into Lu Zhifan's eyes is a different taste, revealing incomparably weird and terrifying.

"This, this, where is this?"

Due to the scattered rhythm of the night's march, he was anxious, and as for where he was now, the soldiers under the command of Lu Zhifan did not know very well. But Lu Zhifan was unusual after all, and he had already roughly judged the direction of Guò and the speed of his march overnight that this place should be the boundary of Hunyuan Prefecture in Datong Prefecture. The reason why he asked silently was a subconscious act of covering up the panic in his heart.

Lu Zhifan stretched out his hand and snatched a torch, staggered forward, carefully illuminated the dim area in front of him, he endured the unspeakable stench, his eyes received an unprecedented impact, the corpse was highly decomposed due to the hot weather, deformed, hideous and terrifying.

How can this be? Lu Zhifan had already realized that these highly corrupted corpses should be the masterpiece of the massacre after Turg's previous sweep of Datong Mansion. But hearing is one thing, seeing with one's own eyes is another. Lu Zhifan held the torch in his right hand and continued to stagger inside. In the dim and jumping light of the fire, there were mountains of untold horror corpses. This kind of sensory stimulation is definitely an unprecedented experience for Lu Zhifan, in addition to his sense of sight and smell, what makes him even more stimulated is his heart.

Lu Zhifan's heart was like a devil, constantly gnawing at his conscience. Turge once sent someone to report that he had massacred more than 100,000 Han people somewhere in Hunyuan Prefecture, so should this be the place?

This kind of transformation from paper to reality, ugly and intuitively exposed, is really a terrible experience. Lu Zhifan suddenly only felt a trip under his feet, his body fell straight out, the torch fell to the ground and then extinguished, and his eyes immediately fell into darkness, but the wet stickiness at the beginning of his hand, and the rancid smell in his mouth and nose made this proud Han man who was once a strategist panic, but no matter how he struggled, his feet and neck seemed to be grabbed by a pair of big hands and could not move.

"Help, save me, save me!"

With the help of his own soldiers, Lu Zhifan finally stood up again, and it turned out that his right foot was wrapped around a hand that had long been stiff. For some reason, the more they struggled, the tighter it became, and finally the soldiers had to draw their steel knives and cut them with great effort.

Once he broke free, Lu Zhifan jumped up with great stimulation, and he didn't want to stay here for a moment, he wanted to escape from this unbearable place immediately. At this moment, where can Lu Zhifan take care of his image and demeanor? His voice was hoarse and dry, and his steps were staggering.

"Go, go, go, leave, leave ......"

Frightened, he couldn't speak. These people were once his fellow flesh and blood, living people, all of whom died tragically because of his schemes. These people who died unexpectedly will turn into powerful ghosts and ask for their lives from him in the future, and they don't know whether they are dead or alive and crash into them, how can these countless terrible souls let go of such a great opportunity?

Of course, hidden in the depths of this horror and terror is also Lu Zhifan's conscience and guilt as a Han Chinese.

These people all died because of him, everyone has parents and wives, a family, and if one dies, a family is destroyed, so behind these piles of corpses in front of his own hands, there are more than 100,000 families. Although the battlefield is eyeless and unemotional, it is really implemented, and it is presented in front of you with this alternative image of corpses piling up, this shock and impact is far beyond the limit of Lu Zhifan's ability to bear.

Stimulated by the tense frontal nerve for several days, Lu Zhifan's behavior finally began to become hysterical, he was unable to control his behavior in an instant, and after getting rid of the support of his own soldiers, he ran out like a lifeless person, not distinguishing things. Under the sudden shock of his heart, he lost his physical balance, and frequently fell and got up, but no matter how much Wulu couldn't stop his determination to escape from this place.

It was as if countless unjust ghosts were chasing after him, nervous, excited, fearful, and repentant all kinds of feelings filled Lu Zhifan's head, making this originally wise and calm person lose his mind, like a fool, a madman running wildly and clashes, jumping up and down.

This can frighten the hundreds of Manchurian soldiers under his command, Lu Zhifan is the main general after all, if he goes crazy and returns to Liaodong in the future, Dorobelle Dolgon will definitely not let them go, the light one is a slave, and the heavy one may not be able to protect this small life.

"Sir, sir, wake up, wake up, wake up......"

At that time, people believed in and feared gods and ghosts, and this was the case for the Han people, and even more so for the Manchu people. The reason why Lu Zhifan has such a grotesque appearance is that in their opinion, there are mountains of corpses here, and the grievances are too great, and Mr. Lu is a scholar after all, and his body is weak, so he was entered by evil energy, so he led the wind demon in front of him.

Therefore, these Manchurian soldiers all thought that Lu Zhifan had lost his mind because he had suffered from the evil qi entering his body, and everyone called him to wake up, but he ran faster. In desperation, the Manchurian soldiers stepped forward one after another, intending to forcibly stop him. But who would have thought that Lu Zhifan's seemingly weak body would burst out with an extremely disproportionate strength, and it would be difficult for more than a dozen Liaodong Hans who rushed forward to subdue him.

Such an abnormality must have been caused by Mr. Lu's possession of evil spirits, but out of the duty of the rescue general, they controlled the fear in their hearts and still tried to calm Mr. Lu.

Just ran all the way, chased all the way, and went straight out I don't know how far, the rancid smell in the mouth and nose was replaced by the fragrance of the soil and grass in the forest, Lu Zhifan regained a trace of clarity, and he was stunned on the ground in a general way, and immediately sweated like pulp, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

"Come, come, help me, help me up......"

Although Mr. Lu's situation did not look good, he was able to speak, which means that he has regained his senses, which is definitely good news in comparison. The Manchu soldiers didn't care about the strange appearance of Lu Zhifan's body, so they carried it on their backs and headed south according to the original plan. Lu Zhifan has already revealed his plan and inventory, everyone knows that this time he went south to find the Ezhen of Turg Gushan, only when they find the Turg army can they have the ability to turn over and take revenge, and only in this way can they hold the lives of their panicked dogs!

But no one heard Lu Zhifan's weak and slurred shouting: "Don't go, don't go, go back to Liaodong, go back to Liaodong......"

But then again, even if everyone can hear it clearly, with Lu Zhifan's current mental state, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult to convince the public. In the eyes of everyone, Lu Zhifan has lost the most basic judgment ability due to the evil qi entering the body, and has temporarily become a waste person who needs to be taken care of by others, and only by going back and asking the shaman to exorcise evil spirits can he be cured......

And no one could have imagined that although Lu Zhifan's body collapsed at this moment, he was even psychologically unprecedentedly sober, and he finally realized that the toss of this night was all intentional by the Ming army or Li Xin, in order to drive him to this Hunyuan Prefecture, so that he could see with his own eyes the floating corpses all over the place.

And now, Talu Zhifan finally recognized his viciousness, and finally suffered an unprecedented blow, and lost all the remaining fighting spirit. Li Xin's purpose has finally been achieved, and presumably this person should also close the net.

It's a shame that he still thinks that he has always grasped the opportunity this night, and after making trouble for a long time, he is like a monkey in the palm of the Buddha's hand, and he can only toss blindly in the end, and in the end he can't toss out. If the prediction is not bad, there will be a lot of ambush ahead, and the hundreds of them may not have the opportunity to see Turg.

Lu Zhifan crouched on the back of his own soldiers, closed his eyes, and thousands of hideous-looking dead faces floated in front of him, which frightened him and quickly opened his eyes. At the same time, he slapped his own soldiers weakly with his hands, and a weak sound came out of his throat.

"Don't go, don't go, turn around, turn around, don't ......"

Seeing that Mr. Lu seemed to be in normal consciousness and could speak coherently, the soldier was happy, but he did not obey his orders, and still ran with the wind under his feet, but he comforted him vigorously: "Sir, don't panic, and rest on your back first, and you will be able to find the truth of Turgegu Mountain in a while!" ”

Seeing that his soldiers didn't listen to him, Lu Zhifan had a premonition, and in a hurry, he kicked weakly with his hands and feet, asked him to let himself down, and at the same time used all his strength to order him to retreat to the north. At the moment, I am afraid that only by suddenly turning back to the north can I be afraid that the other party will be caught off guard, and Li Xin, the intuition of the Sùlu Domain, has long been aware of their intention to go south to Turg, so they can take the lead every step of the way, and now their best choice is to give up looking for Turg and wait for the opportunity to return north.

However, the Manchurian soldiers all thought that Lu Zhifan was crazy, and he had long lost the mind to judge the situation, and no matter how he tossed, he regarded him as a sick madman, and began to speak kindly. But Mr. Lu actually spoke wildly and scolded unusually, what can such abnormal behavior be if it is not evil?

A man of relatives finally couldn't help but step forward and slapped him a few times, and for a while, Lu Zhifan was blinded by the sudden slap, and he actually quieted down. This trick came north to deal with the evil spirit, but I didn't expect it to work in a hurry.

The pro-soldier who slapped him also said again and again: "Sir, don't blame, we can't help it, you bear with me, everyone stops......"

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Lu Zhifan had already reacted, and he was scolded again, he was not crazy or evil, he was not thinking about everyone's safety like this? But the pro-soldiers don't think so, since someone took the lead in slapping Lu Zhifan a few times, Mr. Lu, who has been tossing endlessly, seems to have reined in, and seems to have found a way to cure this evil spirit. Therefore, as long as Lu Zhifan speaks and persuades him not to go south, he will be exchanged for a slap in the face......