"It's not a pity to die!" Wang Dingbei covered his wounds, came to Zhao Wenkang's body, and made a final evaluation of this opponent who had been fighting with him for several years.

The left hand caresses the little girl's head.

"In the future, I'll take care of you!" Wang Dingbei said as he looked at the little girl who was staring at the corpse in a distraction.

"Let's go!" Wang Dingbei seemed to sigh, turned around and walked to the rear.

Puff!puff......

A series of sounds from behind attracted Wang Dingbei's attention, and looking back, he saw a scene that Wang Dingbei would never forget. From this moment on, Wang Dingbei's entire life began to gradually deviate from the original track.

I saw that the little girl didn't know where to get a sharp dagger, and she was stabbing Zhao Wenkang's corpse repeatedly.

Every time she stabbed in and pulled out, a touch of blood would be splattered on the little girl's childish face, but the little girl's eyes clearly showed a gaze that made Wang Dingbei look a little frightened, just like the eyes of a bloodthirsty demonic beast, which really made Wang Dingbei feel terrified.

On this day, the village of the brave was recorded, and the beginning of the blood in the village chronicles.

All day long, the village was in a state of mourning and pain, and dozens of new graves were found out of thin air on the scattered graves next to the villages, while the young and strong villagers who were digging the earth and making graves continued to work.

Gongsun Jin's right hand trembled and ticked off the names of the dead on the village roster, and his right hand trembled with each tick, and in the end, Gongsun Jin, who had always been gentle and elegant, also roared and scolded God.

After scolding, he began to repeat his previous work.

At this time, Wang Lao sat alone on a high slope next to the tomb, not knowing what he was thinking, perhaps thinking that the villagers who were greeting and gossiping with him yesterday were now quietly buried here.

Villagers kept carrying dead corpses, muttering to them, and then carrying them into the dug pit and burying them, the only thing that accompanied the dead villagers was the tattered coarse cloth clothes on their bodies.

"Let's be a good family in the next life! You can get a coffin!" the villager finished and began to bury it.

The villagers who had been dug up from the ashes were no longer humanoids, and the only thing that could confirm their identities was their location, and two or three corpses that were badly twisted and deformed crisscrossed together, and it was impossible to separate them, so they could only be buried in a hurry and began to dig for other ashes.

In the afternoon, the villagers who reported to Nanyang City rushed back with the messenger, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they were also shocked when they saw the messenger who had been on errands for many years.

This is an ordinary case of arson and murder! This is simply a rebellion! After the two panicked officers hurriedly recorded the situation here, they immediately rushed towards Nanyang City, and this kind of case was no longer within their ability.

In fact, there were not too many villagers who died that night, and most of them died in the next few days due to wound infection, sores and suppuration.

Shen Chaoyang, who woke up on the second day of the incident, saw this scene in his eyes, his whole head suddenly lost consciousness, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fainted again.

The next day, the village woman who was in charge of taking care of Shen Chaoyang got up in the morning, pushed open the door of the house, checked Shen Chaoyang's scars, and casually sent some liquid food to his mouth.

But what caught my eye was a corpse hanging from a beam of the house.

Shen Chaoyang, whose face was blue and his eyes were white, quietly stared at the village woman who pushed the door open, and her body swayed irregularly with the shaking of the rope.

When!

The porcelain bowl in the village woman's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the food was spilled all over the ground, and the village woman ran out screaming loudly while holding her head.

By the time Gongsun Jin, Wang Lao, and the injured Wang Dingbei arrived, Shen Chaoyang had already been picked up from the beams of the house by the villagers and lay on a dilapidated wooden bed.

The only thing left by Shen Chaoyang was three blood-red characters written on the wall, "My fault".

No one knows what Shen Chaoyang went through, and no one knows what Shen Chaoyang thought before committing suicide, but it is certain that Shen Chaoyang died in his own guilt! Perhaps in Shen Chaoyang's heart, "death" is the only relief.

Later, Gongsun Jin asked the village woman who took care of Shen Chaoyang, and only then did he guess the general appearance of the matter.

The village woman said that when Shen Chaoyang had a fever and a high fever, he often said nonsense that was out of tune and out of tune, and she didn't take it seriously, so she didn't tell everyone.

According to the village woman, what Shen Chaoyang said, "more than 100 guards", "Captain of the pro-soldiers...", "There is no one, there is really no one...", "Regiment commander? Regiment commander...", "Let me go! I just..." and so on.

Based on what the village woman said, Gongsun Jin speculated that those thieves should have asked Shen Chaoyang about Li Xiangfeng and the situation in the village.

But why did Shen Chaoyang commit suicide, it should also be that after waking up and discovering the miserable scene in the village, he blamed himself for all this.

Perhaps he thought that it was he who told the situation of the guards in the village that would lead the thieves to send so many elite horsemen.

Perhaps he thought that if it weren't for him, those thieves might have waited a few days.

Perhaps he thought that if he had woken up earlier and informed everyone of what had happened, maybe there wouldn't have been so many deaths here.

.....

In short, people die like lights go out, the dead never come back, and the living have to continue to carry the burden.

"The sin is not yours! it's in us!" Wang Dingbei said heavily, facing Shen Chaoyang's grave.

Subsequently, Wang Dingbei, who endured the pain, began to attack the villagers in charge of public security in the village.

First, they fled from the battle, and the villagers who did not come out that night and hid were tied to a pillar, and after being whipped a dozen times, they began a five-day fast, and those who could survive continued to stay in the village, and those who could not survive were expelled from the village. Of course, those who can't survive it will become a few dried corpses.

Then they were scattered by a charge of the cavalry, and after being hung up and whipped a dozen times, they were tied to a pillar and displayed to the public for three days.

Wang Dingbei tied these villagers to the pillar, and the place where the pillar was erected was the cemetery next to the village, where there were more than ten graves in the middle that were still damp, and what was buried in it were more than ten brave mercenaries who died that night, and these more than ten mercenaries who stayed in the village ran out at the first time, and most of them died in the confrontation with the black cavalry, and then in order to save the villagers trapped in the flames, the rest were all engulfed in the fire.

Some unconvinced villagers were beaten to the ground by Wang Dingbei's fists and kicks, and finally tied up.

What's more, he actually picked up a weapon and was about to pounce on Wang Dingbei, but Wang Dingbei, who had an indifferent face, just cut his head to the ground with a sword.

"Your life is not worth much, but it is worth because you are here, and if you don't want to be here, his life will not be worth much!" Wang Dingbei's shouting voice was in the heart of the villager, and the villager could no longer connect with the previous stern-looking and usually friendly Captain Wang.

After dealing with the villagers who were at fault, Wang Dingbei gathered the remaining villagers and ordered all the villagers to take off their shirts and expose their upper bodies under the eyes of all the villagers.

"Pump!" Wang Dingbei said as he took off his shirt, revealing his scarred body, and threw a thick wicker to Li Li.

The other villagers were also ordered by Wang Dingbei to divide into two groups, two people each.

Zhang Zhang trembled and picked up the wicker, staring at Wang Dingbei who was standing with his hands in his hands, how dare he slap Wang Dingbei.

Under the surprised gaze of the villagers, Wang Dingbei slapped on Zhang Li's body and roared loudly: "Thirty strokes per person! Those who don't bleed on their bodies will do it again!" As Wang Dingbei roared word by word, the wicker that was pumped on Zhang Li's body gradually used force.

Tension who couldn't bear the pain let out a moan, and after thirty strokes, tension was already blurred with flesh and blood.

When the whole venue was filled with screams, most of the villagers around could no longer stand it, and some of the older villagers had begun to beg Gongsun Jin and Elder Wang to say good things to Captain Wang, and let these poor children go.

"They can still be pitiful now, but what about them?" asked Gongsun Jin, pointing to the hundreds of new graves that had been erected next to him.

After the torture, the villagers were helped out of the field, and the remaining villagers continued to divide into groups of two and began to whip, one pumping, one enduring.

Until the end, only Wang Dingbei was left in the field.

"Who's coming!" Wang Dingbei looked around, threw the wicker in his hand in front of him, and roared out.

No one wanted to come up, and there was a moment of silence.

"I'm coming!"

Gongsun Jin rolled up his sleeves and took the wicker in his hand.

puffed up all his strength and pumped on Wang Dingbei's body.

"This whip is for Lao Zhang, this whip is for Erdan'er, this whip is for Shen Chaoyang, this whip is for Qi Sheng, this whip is for Heizi....." Every time Gongsun Jin whipped it, he shouted out a name, and in the end, he didn't even know how many times.

"Enough! Enough! Mr. Gongsun!" the elderly villagers around choked up and cried to Gongsun.

Wang Dingbei closed his eyes, and every time he hit, he seemed to draw out a trace of the guilt in his heart, and then continued to volley, Wang Dingbei actually felt relaxed.

Wang Dingbei, who was silent, finally fainted to the ground.

Within a few days after the incident, the mercenaries who had returned to the village one after another learned about the incident, and the young and vigorous mercenaries suddenly exploded, and after only gathering in the village for a while, they divided into three teams and went out.

Listening to Wang Dingbei, one team went to the Mianlun Mountain Range to find Gray Gary, the two deputy heads of Lei Tian went, the other team went to find the Mercenary Guild, and the last team went to Nanyang City to find the captain's wife to report the news.

This group of young mercenaries has dealt with Qin Tianxin, Xiaoru, Qingyang Lanruo, etc. in the past few months, and has already regarded Qin Tianxin as the wife of the head of the regiment, although the head of the regiment himself has not seen it a few times, but the wife of the head of the regiment has taken deep roots in the hearts of this group of mercenaries.