66. Chop the grass and eradicate the root (shuttle)

With a "bang", the left rearview mirror of the chariot fell to the ground and shattered, but everyone didn't care at all. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The shattering of this rearview mirror is symbolizing the shattering of the Great Qi Dynasty, breaking an old world and creating a new one.

"Go!" said Sowyn with a wave.

"Victory!" shouted the peasants. Ah Guda gave a military salute and asked, "Where is your headquarters, my lord?"

"First set up in the town of Barbarian Waste. ”

"This is one of the seven townships that belong to you, Mr. Colonel. ”

"I need a priest. ”

"We have one here. ”

"Who is it?"

"Father Replica Church of Melbourne Church. ”

"I know him. He had been to Hongguo. ”

A priest came out of the line and said:

"I've been there three times. ”

The colonel turned his head:

"Hello, Mr. Priest, you have a job. ”

"That's great, Mr. Colonel. ”

"You are going to listen to many people who repent, of course those who are willing to repent. We will not force. ”

"Mr. Colonel," said the priest, "Li Jiating has forced the liberals to repent in East Canton. ”

"He's a barber. The colonel said, "Death should be free." ”

Aguda just walked away and gave a few orders, and then walked back:

"General, I listen to you. ”

"The first is to go to the barbarian rendezvous. Let everyone spread out and go their separate ways. ”

"The order has been given. ”

"Didn't you say that Qi Jun was warmly received by Happy Farm?"

"Yes, General. ”

"Did you burn down the farm?"

"It's burned. ”

"Burned down the village?"

"Nope. ”

"Burn it. ”

"The Qi army wanted to resist, but they only had two hundred and fifty men, and we had three thousand. ”

"What part are they?"

"Pearl's subordinates. ”

"When the leader of the other rebel army, Don Sitong, was killed, it was this pearl who commanded the drumming. So, this camp is from the capital?"

"Half a battalion of people. ”

"What's it called?"

"General, it reads: Red Rifle Battalion. ”

"These are brutal beasts. ”

"What should the wounded do?"

"The result is off. ”

"What about the captives?"

"Shot. ”

"Almost ninety people. ”

"Shoot them all. ”

"And two women. ”

"Shot too. ”

"There are also three children. ”

"Take them away and deal with them in the future. ”

With that, the colonel rode away.

By the time the affair was taking place near Tani, the beggar had already gone into the distance. He burrowed into the ravines, walked in the shade of the vast and dim trees, indifferent to everything, indifferent to nothing, as he himself said, he thought and did not meditate, because the contemplative has a purpose, but the contemplative does not. He wandered and wandered, picking a bud of a wild sour plum to satisfy his hunger, drinking a sip of spring water to quench his thirst, sometimes looking up to listen to the noise in the distance, and then sinking into the intoxicating twist of nature, letting the sun shine on his ragged clothes. He may have heard human voices, but he listened to the birds.

He was old, sluggish, and unable to walk far. As he told Colonel Sowin, the two-kilometre road made him tired. He made a short circle to the north, and when he came back it was late afternoon.

After a short period of Jasha, the path leads to a high slope, where there are no trees and you can see far away, to the west, to the sea, with an unobstructed view.

A puff of smoke caught his attention.

Smoke is the cutest thing and the scariest thing at all. There is a peaceful smoke, and there is a sinister smoke. Smoke, its thickness, its color, and its ability to represent peace or war, fraternity or hatred, hospitality or grave, life or death. The smoke rising from the woods can symbolize the most fascinating thing in the world - the fireplace, or the most regrettable thing in the world - fire. Sometimes, all the happiness or unhappiness of man resides in this smoke that drifts away with the wind.

The smoke Gao Yijia saw unsettled him.

It was a puff of black smoke, mixed with a sudden red light, as if the fire was about to be extinguished, and this smoke rose over Erbuangpayi.

Gao Yijia quickened his pace and walked towards the black smoke. He was tired, but wanted to see what was going on.

He came to the top of a hill, and against the hillside was the town and the manor.

The town and the manor are gone.

A bunch of broken houses are burning, and this is the Happy Farm.

The burning of a thatched hut is more heartbreaking than the burning of a palace. The burning hut was miserable. Disasters strike poverty, like an eagle pounces on an earthworm, and there is something unconscionable and uncomfortable.

Gao Yi's family turned into a stone statue in an instant. The sight before his eyes made him motionless. This calamity was accomplished in silence. There is no call sound. No human sigh could be heard in the smoke. The fire continues, and it is about to engulf the village completely. There was no sound other than the popping of the roof trusses and the crackling of thatch. Sometimes the smoke cracked a crack, revealing the collapsed roof and the room with its mouth wide open, and all sorts of reds could be seen in the fire: the scarlet interior, the bright red rags, the crappy red furniture. Gao Yi's family was dizzy in the face of this vicious disaster.

In the chestnut grove adjacent to the house, several trees were also on fire and burning.

Gao Yijia was listening, wanting to hear a voice, a cry for help, a shout. However, there was no movement other than the tongue of fire. Except for the fire, everything was silent. Is it true that all the people have entered the light?

Where are the lively, hard-working people on the farm, and what are the inhabitants of this town?

Gao Yijia walked down the hill.

He is confronted with an ominous mystery. He approached it unhurriedly, his gaze unmoving. He walked slowly towards the ruins like a shadow, feeling himself the ghost of this tomb.

He came to the place that had once been the gate of the manor, and looked into the courtyard, where the walls were gone, and the courtyard was connected with the surrounding village.

Everything he had seen so far was nothing, nothing more than terrible things, and the real horror was only now in front of him.

In the middle of the courtyard there was a black thing of vague shape, one of which was lit by firelight, and the other side by moonlight.

It's a bunch of people, and these people are dead.

Around the dead man, there was a large pool of liquid still bubbling and reflecting fire, but its red color did not come from the fire, it was blood.

Gao Yijia walked over and inspected the bodies on the ground one by one, they were all corpses.

The moonlight shone brightly, and so did the firelight.

These were the bodies of soldiers, all barefoot, their shoes and weapons. They were also wearing military uniforms, which were blue. In the pile of limbs and heads, some pierced military hats with tricolor cockades can be seen here and there. These people are royalists, people from the capital who were stationed in the Happy Farm and were still alive yesterday. Judging by the neat position of the bodies, they were executed. They were shot on the spot, and in an orderly manner.

They were all dead. There was not a breath to be heard in this pile.

Gao Yijia looked at them one by one, and they didn't miss a single one, and the corpse was full of bullet holes.

The shooter was probably in a hurry and did not have time to bury the body, and when Gao Yijia was about to leave, his eyes fell on a low wall in the courtyard and saw four feet peeking out from behind the corner.

These four feet are smaller than the others, and they wear shoes on them. Gao Yijia took a closer look, this was a woman's feet.

Behind the wall lay two women, one of them in uniform, next to a broken empty barrel, this is the female doctor of the army, who has been shot four times in the head and is dead.

Gao Yijia inspected another woman. She was a peasant, with a hairy face, a large open mouth, and closed eyes. There was no wound on her head. Her clothes, presumably tattered from being worn for too long, were open when she fell, and her breasts were half-exposed.

Gao Yijia completely ripped off her clothes and saw a round gun hole on her shoulder. The collarbone is broken. He looked at the pale **.

"Mother and wet nurse. He muttered.

He touched her. She's not cold.

She had no wounds other than a broken collarbone and a wound on her shoulder.

He placed his hand on her chest and felt a faint throbbing. She didn't die.

Gao Yijia straightened up and shouted in a terrible voice:

"Is there anyone here?"

"Is that you, old beggar?" replied a voice, so low that it was barely audible.

At the same time, a head emerged from a hole in the ruins.

Then, another face appeared in another dilapidated house.

These are two peasants who are hiding, the only survivors.

They were familiar with the old beggar's voice, so they were relieved to emerge from the corner where they were hiding.

They walked towards Gao Yi's house, their bodies still trembling violently.

Gao Yijia could call, but couldn't speak. Intense agitation is just that.

He pointed to the woman lying at his feet.

"Is she still alive?" asked one farmer.

Gao Yijia nodded.

"Is that woman alive too?" asked another farmer.

Gao Yijia shook his head.

The peasant who came out first said:

"Everyone else is dead, right? I'm in the cellar. Thank God, it's a blessing to be without a wife and children at this moment. My house was burned, and all the people were killed. The woman was carrying three children, three very young. The child cried out, 'Mommy!' and the woman cried out, 'My child.' They killed the mother and took the child. I saw it all, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, they were gone after the slaughter. Contented. They took the three children and killed the mother. But she didn't die, right, she didn't. Hey, old beggar, do you think you can save her, and we'll help you carry her to you?"

Gao Yijia nodded.

Next to the farm is the woods. They soon set up a stretcher with leaf tufts and fern grass, put the woman who was still motionless on it, and began to walk among the thorn bushes, one peasant with his head and the other with his feet, and Gao Yijia holding the woman's arm and vein.

The two peasants said as they walked, the moonlight shining on the pale face of the bleeding woman in their midst. They were full of emotion:

"Kill them all!"

"It's all burned out!"

"Oh my God, is this still human?"

"It's the tall man's order. ”

"Yes, he commanded it. ”

"I didn't see him when he was shot. Is he there?"

"No, he's gone. He commanded everything. ”

"Then he did it all. ”

"He said: 'Kill, burn, merciless!'

"He's a general?"

"Yes, our colonel. ”

"What's his name?"

"Sowein. ”

Gao Yijia looked up at the sky, sad, and muttered, "I saved you, but you came to slaughter innocents!"