Chapter Seventy-Three: The Difficulty of Mourning the People
Dense crowds of people gathered from the darkness to the bright ruined temple.
No matter how soft the footsteps were, the ground shook, but they were unimpeded, and they went straight to the ruined temple without any open posts and dark posts.
There was only a burning fire in front of the broken temple, and it was empty and quiet.
The noisy footsteps stopped, the situation was not right, Dewey clenched the waist knife in his hand, even if he fainted after throwing incense in the fire, it would not be gone, and, what about his own officers and soldiers?
The lieutenant kicked open the broken door, and the scene in the broken temple was revealed.
There were a lot of people lying on the ground around the burning bonfire, all wearing military uniforms, and the bright red blood under them didn't know how long it had spread, condensing like a velvet blanket.
The officers and soldiers leading the way exclaimed: "I, they were still there when I left, they were fine." ”
Under the red firelight and red blood, Dewey's face also turned red, like falling into an ice cave.
"Fooled!" He shouted, and the man turned back, "Hurry ......"
Before he could say anything, a sharp whistling arrow pierced his throat and threw him backwards.
The screams were everywhere, but they were drowned out by more whistling, and arrows rained down in the night.
The figure tossed and fell in the fire, and the moth threw itself into the fire to complete the last dance of its life.
The doors and windows of the county government's room were closed, and the oil lamps were flying from time to time, because Wang Zhi got up and paced from time to time.
"Don't worry, no problem." The scribe sat down on the side and smiled, "They only have those few guards, no matter how powerful they are, good dogs can't match many vicious dogs." ”
"Dewey's idea is still a bit hasty." The king knew, "Kill them and you will be able to get the merit done?" ”
"At least it will calm the anger of the little governor." The scribe sighed lightly, "This matter has nothing to do with us, if we send the news of their killing alone, the anger of the Governor of Anxiao will definitely be directed at us, and we will kill and send this group of nosy people, which can be regarded as offset." ”
Wang Zhi took a deep breath and didn't talk about this anymore, he had already agreed, the matter had already begun to be done, there was no point in thinking about it again, and he stopped to look at the leak: "They won't wait until the destiny of heaven to do it, right?" ”
Before the scribe could reply, there was a soft knock on the door, a sudden noise in the middle of the night.
However, it was his own people who could get to the door so quietly.
"Here's the news." The scribe was confident and pointed to the doorway.
Wang Zhi sat down: "Come in." ”
Motoyoshi pushed the door and walked in, but the door didn't close, and the night wind rushed in.
Wang Zhi and the scribe only felt that their scalps were numb, and they wanted to stand up.
Yuanji's knife was already in front of him, and with a horizontal slash, the scribe fell to the ground with a scream, and with a retraction of a push, Wang Zhi grabbed the handle of the knife with his heart, and blood gushed out of his chest and mouth.
"You, you—" he coughed in an aftermath.
What's going on?
No one explained to him, and Yuan Ji didn't open his mouth from the time he came in to the time he started, he raised his foot and kicked him, and the knife was pulled out.
Wang Zhi fell to the ground, his face pressed against his own gushing blood, and his eyes looked through Yuanji's legs and feet to see that there was still a person standing outside the door.
The night, the black umbrella, the black robe.
That's what the ghost of seducing is like this.
The sound of the broken gong tore through the morning light, and the entire county seat of Dou County woke up, because the people who were tired and sleeping from the carnival walked out of their homes in shock, and the county government was surrounded by officers and soldiers.
"Your Excellency!"
The errand officer Zhang Xiaoqian stood at the entrance of the yamen with a knife, and the young man who had already killed the bandits with his own hands was still trembling when he saw the scene of dead bodies everywhere inside.
"We're still late." Yuan Ji said, his face was not too apologetic, his body was stained with blood, and the knife in his hand had been curled, "We were robbed and killed by bandits, and we originally wanted to come back and tell the county magistrate that the thieves still have remnants, but I didn't expect these bandits to attack and kill the county government at the same time." ”
Zhang Xiaoqian looked at the corpses crooked from east to west in the county ya, some of them were wearing ordinary clothes, some were officers and soldiers, and there were no errands.
There was just an incident of bandits, and there was still a lot to be done to deal with the aftermath, so the county order left Dewey and a group of officers and soldiers to discuss, because there were officers and soldiers, and the county order did not let the officers be on duty at night.
The well-trained officers and soldiers died so miserably, and their errand soldiers were even more vulnerable.
No, he meant, such a vicious bandit.
Zhang Xiaoqian stumbled to the backyard, the officials of the county government in the backyard were already present, and at a glance he saw the killed county commander Wang Zhi, the master, and Dewey in military uniforms.
Dewey was shot through the neck and fell under the porch, holding a knife to pierce the neck of a bandit, you can imagine the tragedy of Lord Du's death.
An official tearfully stretched out his hand and glared at Dewey so violently that his eyes were closed.
"These bandits are so hateful." Zhang Xiaoqian shouted in a trembling voice, raising the knife in his hand, "Lord Bookkeeper, quickly transfer troops, quickly transfer troops." ”
The chief secretary of Dou County is an old official with gray hair, who is waiting to go home to retire, but he did not expect to encounter a great disaster that he has never encountered before.
Dou County is very small, since the previous county official was imprisoned for crimes, there has been no new county official, except for Wang Zhi, the chief official in the county, there is only him, the adjutant in charge.
Wang Zhi died, he became the biggest official in the county, to preside over the overall situation, to deal with the aftermath, to appease the people, to report to the imperial court..... the old master only felt dizzy and short of breath, and even came up with the absurd idea of why he was not on duty in the county government and died.
"Our Dou County is remote, and there is only one garrison of Lord Du, and we are going to Fucheng to ask for troops." He held on, "It will take ten days to go back and forth at the earliest, and it can't be fast." ”
"How did these thieves get in? Our gates are in vain. "There are scribes stamping their feet.
The warden in charge of guarding the gate suddenly became anxious: "Because the bandits were exterminated, in order to appease the people, Lord Du offered to let the officers and soldiers come to defend the city and replace us, we don't know what's going on." ”
At this time, don't shirk your responsibility, Zhang Xiaoqian stood in place and was in a mess, the inside of the yamen was like a Shura field, and there was a lot of noise outside the yamen.
The officials had to hurry out, and the guards could barely stop the surging crowd.
Although the county government strictly guarded against allowing idle people to enter, such a big thing happened, and the frightened and depressed servants in the yamen still spread the news.
The county commanders and generals were all killed by bandits, where is there a safe place in this Dou County? The people panicked, and the cries and shouts drowned out the officials of the county government.
"That lady of Zhenwujun is back."
The crowd erupted in shouts, which stopped the commotion, and everyone looked back, the crowd had moved out of the way, and two teams of blood-stained and obviously bloodied guards came slowly in a carriage, behind which horses dragged a net made of branches, in which were piles of corpses.
"It's all our fault." A woman's voice came from the car, "These bandits are taking revenge on us, and you will suffer as well." ”
Zhang Xiaoqian had already run over and shouted when he heard this: "How is this your fault!" It's the bandits who are rampant! ”
The woman's voice sighed softly: "I didn't expect the bandits to be so rampant and vicious. ”
But no matter how rampant and ferocious they were, these bandits still died in their hands, and the onlookers were stunned, and they didn't know which one shouted: "Please Madame protect me and other grass people." ”
This sentence suddenly boiled the oil pot, and the people poured around them, stretched out their hands and shouted with tears: "Please Madame protect us." ”
The people left the gate of the county office, and the submerged officials were able to catch their breath.
The master looked at the flooded convoy, the people were like water, and the blood-stained and strong guards were like a, and the waves of water only hit the dike, and the lady's carriage was stable and undisturbed.
This lady's guards are all Zhenwu Army, which is different from these guards who can only eat and drink in the hinterland, and they have won from the bandits twice, and they have also killed the bandits, which is really powerful.....
The bookkeeper's dim eyes lit up.
God bless me!
The master book raised his hand and slammed into the embankment like a wave.
"Young Lady Wu, please listen to me."