Bai Zhou kicked a rock on the ground, and the stone flew out and pierced the soldier's head.

The remaining soldiers were so frightened that their faces changed, but the moment they turned their heads, the golden sword in Bai Zhou's hand cut off their heads, leaving only three bodies standing in place, blood spurting from their necks, and they fell staggeringly.

The little girl covered her mouth tightly, her eyes full of horror and tears.

Bai Zhou looked at her and asked, "Are you afraid?"

The little girl nodded, then shook her head again.

Bai Zhou looked up, and from here, he could see through the shop in front of him and see the scene on the street.

Outside there were piles of corpses, their blood flowing silently through the streets, staining the ground red.

Except for the Taoist priests of Qingshan Temple, no one cares about their life or death, but now Qingshan Temple has no time to take care of them.

In troubled times, they are just ants.

Thousands of years later, they also left only one number in the local county records, and they may not even leave a number, because the local county order wants to whitewash the peace and cover up the mistakes they have made.

The sea is boiling, and the people's livelihood is suffering.

In the past, these two sentences were just the most prosaic and gentle sentences in the history books.

And now, when she really felt all this, she understood what kind of scene it was.

Her heart was boiling, the blood was screaming, and she felt like she was about to burst.

But her expression was serene.

It's as quiet as a god and a Buddha.

She put the little girl back on the beam, and said, "You hide here, I have something to do, and whoever comes, don't make a sound."

She paused, and then said, "Don't cry anymore, if you sweat, wipe it off with your sleeve, I can't come back to save you."

The little girl lay on the beam, looked at her quietly, and suddenly said, "Are you here to save our gods?"

Bai Zhou shook his head: "I'm not."

"I'm just a ...... It's just an ordinary mortal."

Bai Zhou felt that he must be crazy.

The correct thing for her to do now should be to hide in the shadows, walk around, take a look, look for it, and if there are people from outside who are teleported here, she will rescue them all, as for the people at this level, it makes no sense to her.

Still, she took up the golden sword and walked up and down the streets, killing every soldier who plundered the people.

She killed too many soldiers, and the Houtang soldiers who had been robbing and violating the women all put down their goods and began to gather.

Bai Zhou stood in the middle of the street with a sword, surrounded by corpses, the lower layer was the corpses of ordinary people, and the upper layer was the corpses of soldiers.

The soldiers, with shields and swords in their hands, surrounded the boat, and they tried to rush up, but when they looked at the corpses on the ground, they were unable to move forward.

They were originally routed, and they were frightened on the battlefield, and they did not have the courage to fight to the death.

Bai Zhou's face was expressionless, looking at them coldly, and a drop of blood slowly dripped from the golden sword in his hand.

It was the last one on the sword, and the golden sword was clean and tidy again, shining brightly.

Bai Zhou moved, and the soldiers standing in the front row fell down in an instant, and then the second and third rows.

The soldiers were frightened by her god-like rush, screamed, dropped their weapons and ran.

Bai Zhou didn't chase, there were too many routs in this army, and there were still many people in front, and they were still looting and slaughtering.

She's going to stop them.

She couldn't remember how many soldiers she had killed, and she found that she had felt a little uncomfortable from the time she killed the first person, and now she didn't feel it at all.

It seems that she is not killing a living person, but a monster in the game, and it will be refreshed again when she dies.

Does war change a person?

Yes.

When a person walks in the ranks for many years and lives on war, he becomes numb to death.

"You're the swordsman?" A voice came from the front, Bai Zhou looked up, and saw a large group of soldiers guarding a general in armor, his armor was also broken, and his face was covered with blood, but his eyes flashed like a wolf.

"Your Excellency is superior in strength and exquisite swordsmanship, why do you live in seclusion in the market, it is better to join me, even if you are a woman, you can still be a marquis in the future."

Bai Zhou looked around, only then did he realize that he had reached the city wall, this captain was also stationed on the wall of the town while plundering, and he didn't know who he was guarding against, maybe to guard against the pursuers, or to guard against other routs.

In the history of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, it was just between the warlords of the feudal towns, you beat me, I beat you, and sometimes I will fight myself.

"Is that what you ordered?" Bai Zhou asked, "Did you plunder and slaughter the people in the city?"

The captain's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Your Excellency has come to seek justice for the people of the city?"

Bai Zhou shook his head and looked straight at him, "No, I'm here to kill you."

Then she lifted her sword.