Yong'an Village is just outside the city of Bazhou, close to the city-state.

Although the geographical relationship is quite good, the people of Yong'an Village are not very wealthy.

Village tyrants have existed since ancient times.

In the village, there is an overlord named An Yongle.

Many years ago, he was also a small minion in the streets of the market, but he was quite capable of observing words and colors, and he also knew how to play with mallets on the day, and was familiar with the rules of the game in black and white.

did a few thrilling big cases, and soon his status rose in the gang.

Slowly, he gave a lot of silver to the government every year, and subtly, he became the master of the entire gang.

Some people remember their village all their lives.

But An Yongle is not that kind of person, people who can mix in the market, their reputation in the village will naturally not be very good, and when they were young, every family disliked An Yongle.

His father died early, and his mother raised him until he was fifteen years old.

Originally, there was still one acre and three points of land at home, and the mother and son were tossing in the field, all year round, although there was not a lot of grain in stock, but they could also eat enough, and the days were not decent, at least they would not die of hunger.

But An Yongle's life is very unlucky.

Not long after the year of the dancing elephant, the third uncle's family fell in love with An Yongle's one-third of an acre.

It is said that An Yongle's mother does not abide by women's morals, and after An Yongle's father died, his mother had a tryst with other people's men in the valley field.

Whether it's true or false isn't that important.

The important one-third of an acre of land had been wanted to do it a long time ago, but An Yongle's father had a good reputation during his lifetime, and the people in the village also looked forward to An Yongle's father.

Seeing that An Yongle was about to become an adult, the third uncle's family began to plan this matter.

First, there was a verbal argument, and a lot of ethics and morality were raised.

In the end, it became a combination of fists and kicks, An Yongle's mother, after all, was a woman, and accidentally was smashed on the head by An Yongle's third uncle with a hoe, and died that night.

There is no money in the family, and the third uncle's family is full of people.

An Yongle can't fight his third uncle, and as for the second uncle, he doesn't look at it and ignores it.

Since then, An Yongle has been clear that objectively, he is already a superfluous person in the family.

After his mother died, An Yongle went from house to house begging for a sum of money to buy a coffin for his mother.

Except for An Yongle's playmate at the time, who secretly gave An Yongle two pieces of money, the rest of the people and neighbors were also closed.

I still remember that it was one night, An Yongle broke his head and knocked hundreds of families.

Only three or five playmates gave a few dollars, and the rest of the people turned a blind eye.

At that time, it was also the time for Ernst & Young to be happy.

Orphans and widows are easy to bully, and this is not just a saying.

Without the money to buy a coffin for his mother, An Yongle carried his mother's corpse on his back, wore linen and filial piety into the city, and begged along the streets.

In just two or three days, An Yongle begged enough money to buy a coffin for his mother.

After buying the coffin, An Yongle carried his mother on his back and went to the foot of a mountain outside the city to bury his mother.

An Yongle has always remembered that when his mother was at the funeral, no one came to the family, and no one came to his mother's house, from beginning to end, An Yongle was in charge of it himself.

Kneeling in front of his mother's grave, An Yongle stuck his head in the loose and vigorous dirt, choked for a long time, but did not cry.

An Yongle knew that he had no right to cry.

After kneeling for three days and three nights, An Yongle returned to the city again, became a bastard, and joined a gang.

Relying on his ingenuity and boldness, after gaining power, An Yongle returned to his village in a sedan chair, bringing a sum of silver, saying that he wanted to monopolize all the land in the village.

Of course, the people of the village would not be willing.

Everyone gathered in the streets, with farming tools and sticks in hand, to resist An Yongle.

That day, An Yongle will remember for the rest of his life.

There are hundreds of families in the village, two or three thousand people, and the young and strong people who can resist the fight will not exceed 800 at most.

But An Yongle was already an underworld gang leader at that time, and there were five hundred thugs under him, not counting the rest of the buildings.

That time, there was no real fight, after all, An Yongle was very emotionally complicated about his village.

In addition, the three or five playmates said a lot of things at the beginning, and An Yongle did not go on a killing spree, but it was already the trend of the times to monopolize the land of the entire village.

On that day, An Yongle sent someone to press his third uncle on the mill in front of the whole village.

An Yongle took a wooden stick in his hand, and first hit the third uncle's face one by one, and after more than ten or twenty strokes, the third uncle's face was already unrecognizable, blind in one eye, the bridge of his nose was completely broken, his teeth and mouth were also useless, his mouth was vomiting blood, and his eyes were also bleeding, the scene was terrifying.

Not only that, An Yongle also brought scissors, cut off the fingers and toes of the third uncle one by one, and finally, cut them one by one for a while.

Anyway, the people I saw at that time were so frightened that their faces could be said to be like gold paper, and the cold sweat on their backbones formed a trickle.

As soon as his heels were weak, he collapsed on the ground, and several elderly people were scared to death on the spot.

At this point, An Yongle's third uncle had not completely lost his breath, An Yongle personally cut off the third uncle's hands and feet, threw him into a small beach about half a meter deep, and slowly drowned.

As for the third uncle's chess pieces, children, An Yongle has no intention of showing mercy to his subordinates.

Even if the so-called relatives knelt on the ground at that time, kowtowing and kneeling, snot and spittle, tears and begging for mercy.

An Yongle was unmoved in his heart, and killed all those people, or a large-scale killing method.

At this point, the land of Yongan Village belongs to An Yongle alone.

An Yongle actually doesn't care about the land of the whole village, what he wants to fight for is that breath, at the beginning, you looked at Lao Tzu like a dog, and now, Lao Tzu wants to make you even worse than a dog.

The villagers who had no land, and the smarter ones left their homes with their families and went to other places to seek a living.

The slightly stupider, who was stubbornly guarding his own turf, was also killed by An Yongle's ruthless stick.

Whether this matter is right or not, An Yongle himself knows that it is not right.

But An Yongle also felt that when Lao Tzu was unwilling, you bullied Lao Tzu, and after gaining power, Lao Tzu returned it tenfold, which should also be done.

If you see Lao Tzu unhappy, you can do it against Lao Tzu, you can kill Lao Tzu, that is also your ability, but unfortunately, Lao Tzu has the ability to kill you.

There is no right or wrong in this truth, everything in the world actually pays attention to the law, and does not care about the good and evil of people's hearts.

It was like this An Yongle, in the Great Qin Iron Cavalry broke through the city gate, leading the members of the gang, about 5,000 people, with either daggers or short swords in their hands, in short, there were no weapons that could go to the battlefield.

The village was not good to him, but Bazhou City was very good to An Yongle, and An Yongle got ahead.

In the face of the invincible Great Qin Iron Cavalry, An Yongle's underworld gang was naturally not an opponent, more than 5,000 people, under the charge of the Great Qin Iron Cavalry, in less than half an hour, were either stabbed to death by a spear or shot to death by a bow and crossbow.

There was no armor on their bodies, and the daggers and short swords in their hands were too short to touch the Great Qin Ruishi riding a tall horse.

Like chopping melons and vegetables, he was trampled into a pulp of meat by the Great Qin Iron Horse, and his death was ugly and miserable.

But before he died, An Yongle said an intriguing sentence.

"The husband of the fish and meat people, swear to die not to be a slave to the country!"

Prince Xuanfeng also heard this, and Xuanfeng said at that time: "He doesn't care about becoming a slave of the country as a Wei person, he is just afraid that he has become a slave of his own country, and he also has a country in his heart." ”

Afterwards, Prince Xuanfeng ordered the pioneer officer Tie Han to move An Yongle's body to An Yongle's mother and bury it.

The people who died under An Yongle's hands were all buried by Xuan Feng, Xuan Feng admired that kind of An Yongle, his position was different, but life and death.

As for An Yongle's relatives, they were also treated well by Prince Xuanfeng, but all those related to An Yongle, after the city gate was broken, they were still mixed well, at least not like those big families were looted, but lived a decent life with fine clothes and food.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Prince Xuanfeng poured tea, and Tie Han sat opposite Prince Xuanfeng, for this young man, Xuanfeng admired it very much.

I vaguely saw myself back then.

Said earnestly: "The first time you went to the battlefield, you were full of vigor and ambition, and now that you have seen the battlefield and the post-war with your own eyes, do you have any insights in your heart?"

Tie Han was a little dull, maybe it was the trident in his hand that killed a lot of people, and he was a little numb, maybe it was his own flame dragon horse who was injured.

Perhaps, there are other reasons.

Tie Han responded: "The feelings are in my heart, I don't know how to express it, we Daqin Iron Cavalry, such a style, although unpopular, do not lose the hearts of the people, the readers of the Great Wei Dynasty, the battle against our verbal and written attacks is very turbulent, there is a hurt to the heavens, I am afraid that after taking the entire Great Wei in the future, there will be a fire in the backyard, or it will be difficult to digest." ”

Prince Xuanfeng was very appreciative: "What you said is very true, but you are only half right. ”

Tie Han was puzzled and asked, "Why?"

Xuan Feng looked back on his military career in the past, and he was also confused and confident like Tiehan today.

He said softly: "Da Wei is not so easy to take it all, there are countless people in this world, saying that it is for the family and country, but in fact, it is more for themselves, you will understand in the future, how many legendary saints can there be throughout the ages?"

Tie Han nodded as if he didn't understand, and fell into deep thought......