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The fog of the early morning has gradually dissipated, and the city that was originally immersed in the fog has revealed its original appearance with the dissipation of the fog, and the originally blurred vision outside the palace gate has also become wider.

In the distance, a special team could be seen in the direction of Zhongyang Palace. The ornate top cover, the red feathers fluttering in the wind on the crimson scepter, made the entire scepter look like a scythe with fresh blood in the hands of the god of death.

"Lord Dong Zhuo guards His Majesty to the court!"

With the shout of the celebrant Huangmen, the identity of that gorgeous team was self-evident. The shouts of the Yellow Gate were accompanied by the dull sound of the iron boots colliding with the ground as the soldiers protecting the chariot with its ornate roof were marching.

"Knock...... Boom...... The sound of "Knock ......" is like a sound of a bell ringing, and the heart of everyone who hears it has a feeling of twitching with the sound.

Death, here.

Yes, death is coming. Death sits slowly in his beloved chariot, flanked by his faithful men, wrapped in Nether armor made of cold iron mined from the Netherworld, cheering for Death.

It was not the skeletal horses from hell that pulled the chariot of death, but enslaved souls, a group of souls that were even more depraved than those lying on the road that was about to turn into hell. But they could not resist the temptation of depravity, for they knew that if they agreed to death's terms, their wives and children would be spared from violation, and their families would be able to survive.

So they fell, so they pulled the chariot of death and crushed it step by step towards the bluestone slab full of souls.

It's just that although they have fallen, they still feel a burst of sadness and grief when they see the road in front of them that is piled up by souls, because the chariot that belongs to the god of death behind them is really too terrifying, and for those noble souls in the eyes of these degenerates, this horror is too cruel, and the cruelty makes their bodies tremble obviously.

When this chariot of death appears in front of us, we can really feel the bloody breath from the chariot, this chariot belonging to the chariot of death has indeed lived up to the name of its master.

The wheels of the chariot radiated a metallic sheen from the axles to the outward-diffusing spokes to the outer edges of the wheels. Although it is not clear whether the solid wood is wrapped in a layer of metal skin, or whether it is completely cast from metal, it is undeniable that the two wheels of this chariot and even the entire chariot are not light, at least the nearly twenty people who pulled the chariot think so. Because on the morning of early winter, they were sweating bare-chested.

I'm afraid that even if they survive from the butcher's knife after today, I'm afraid they will suffer from a severe cold. If you don't pay attention to it or are a little sluggish, you are afraid that you will inevitably die in this era when medicine is quite developed but still very backward.

However, apparently the owner of the chariot did not think that simply increasing the weight of the chariot would match his status as a god of death, so he wrapped a bronze skin around the rim of the wheel (i.e., the frame of the wheel), which was covered with irregularly distributed metal spikes.

Each spike is about an inch long, probably for this "feast", each spike has been well polished, each one looks so sharp, as long as the slightest touch can cause a bleeding wound on the human body.

A significant change was also made to the chariot's area where the axles and wheels were fixed to prevent the wheels from falling off (i.e., the pins).

Although bronze or iron zuò are generally dominated by elongated types, the owners of chariots are obviously more interested in the collision of chariots and chariots in ancient times, each chariot is like a heavy tank, under the cover of infantry, can unscrupulously attack the enemy's military formation, inflicting a lot of casualties on enemy soldiers. And the reason why the chariot can achieve such a combat effect is not because of how strong the martial arts of the people on the chariot are, but because of the unique weapon design on the battlefield.

The precinct, which was originally flat and long, but not prominent on the axle, was artificially lengthened a lot, and then a sharp knife was installed at the top of the precinct, making the whole chariot look like a martial arts master using a ground sword, and the place where it passed was just right to cut off an adult's knee in unison. Although the effect is not enough to achieve the brutality of the tank crushing the human body, but with the impact of the vehicle, it is still very easy to kill an ordinary soldier in one hit, and then leave a pile of broken corpses.

This is the chariot of death, a war machine specially designed to harvest life. Now, there are new goals in its path, although these goals are completely incapable of resisting, but who makes the Grim Reaper's teeth very good and cold.

"Brother Zifa, I'm sorry." It is the mournful wail of a fallen soul.

"Brother Cheng! Death is death! What are you afraid of! It will definitely be recorded in the history books! I don't believe he can cover up a qiē! ”

Although the person who spoke was quite imposing, he was only a background after all, a background trampled on by dozens of feet. Even if he shouted "At the end of the Middle Plains, Dong thieves disrupted the government and killed countless loyal ministers", it could not change the fact that he was about to eat a sumptuous box lunch.

Of course, what happened to him was not bad, after all, he still had the strength to shout two lines, and he didn't run for a while, but more people could only let out a low or weak scream, just like their vain steps.

It's just that these prisoners, who claim to be loyal ministers, can only curse Dong Zhuo and his family and subordinates in the most vicious language, either loudly or secretly, but they don't dare to complain about this chariot that ran over their bodies.

Because the person driving this chariot is none other than the 9-year-old little emperor Liu Xie. Although the way of ascending the throne makes many people secretly despise, its identity is undoubted, especially after Liu Wei's death, today's Han emperor.

They were the courtiers of the Han Dynasty, and they claimed to be loyal ministers of the Han Dynasty, while Liu Xie was the de jure emperor of the Han Dynasty - the monarch wanted his ministers to die, and the loyal ministers had to die. Bigan died, Dou Ying also died, and since these people claimed to be loyal ministers, they naturally wanted to die.

"Don't stop, keep going!" Seeing that Liu Xie's hand holding the "reins" was trembling, Dong Zhuo shouted angrily.

After all, he was still a half-old child, although he was already familiar with the cruelty of the palace struggle, but when this bloody and cruel scene appeared in front of his eyes, even if it was only a slight glance, his nerves still felt extremely uncomfortable.

Speaking of which, fortunately, the chariot was big enough, and after Liu Xie glanced at it, he no longer dared not to squint, but he couldn't see the bloody scene behind him. It's just that the screams in his ears still stimulated his fragile nerves, and Dong Zhuo squeezed out the screams that had been lingering in his ears and hearts with a roar.

It's just that Liu Xie is only a half-old child after all, and Dong Zhuo's murderous aura, as a general who kills decisively on the battlefield, is naturally extremely strong, so even if he deliberately restrained his aura, he still leaked a little bit of his original accumulated killing intent in the roar just now. As a result, poor Liu Xie was completely frightened and cried, and it was the kind of tears that flowed together.

"The country is in ruins, do you know why?"

Seeing Liu Xie's appearance, Dong Zhuo knew the reason for this very well, but he would not apologize to the little emperor because of it, which was not something his arrogance could allow. So he thought of another way, and that was to change the subject.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Looking at Liu Xieluo's somewhat hysterical answer, you can know that Dong Zhuo's methods are not very clever, and the little emperor is still in a state of mental instability. It's just that Dong Zhuo didn't care and continued to talk about himself.

"Embezzlement!"

"Obscenity!"

"Selfish!"

"Eunuch!"

"Cousin!"

"Corruption!"

Dong Zhuo's voice became louder and louder, and at the end it was like a roar. The deafening sound struck the hearts of everyone present like drumsticks. Even Liu Xie, who originally planned to cover his ears and refuse Dong Zhuo's "teaching", although his hands were not lowered from his ears, the original crying gradually subsided, and his ears were not so tight.

"Relatives and clans are entrenched in all directions, imposing harsh taxes, the people are not making a living, there are frequent thieves, political cases are ignored, and grievances are numerous!"

"The greedy enjoy themselves, the sages are abandoned, and the fools and the mediocre fill the court!"

"Discipline is not good, the people's customs are loose, crooked winds are everywhere, treachery is rampant, and cults are rampant!"

"It is said that I, Dong Zhuo, am cruel and incompetent, and I am the one who is in trouble, but I can use my wealth to buy an official and become a knight!"

"Why, why ......"

"Why didn't anyone stop it!"

"Why doesn't anyone dare to admonish!"

As if brewing the momentum to the highest peak, Dong Zhuo suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted, his hands pointed directly at the sky, and the voice could be heard clearly even from a long distance from the Luoyang Palace, as if the heavens were helping Dong Zhuo convey his anger.

"Kneeling man! Lying down people! This is your duty! ”

After venting, Dong Zhuo's feelings seemed to calm down a little, and the air that was almost silted seemed to reveal a little bit of freshness.

But when everyone present was trying to breathe a little more fresh air, Dong Zhuo moved again.

He folded his hands in front of him, and said solemnly with a pilgrimage expression and voice:

"Today, I, Dong Zhuo, am going to use these blood-stained hands to put the finishing touches on the big man, a dragon with eyes and no beads!"

"Wake up! Sleeping Dragon! ”

Under Dong Zhuo's shock, for a while, the ministers kowtowed.

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