The ancient walls were in tatters, and tattered flags fell to the ground.

The city was breached, the billowing smoke covered the blue sky and the white clouds were dim, and the ashes that were carried up to the sky by the hot air flow after burning were scattered and fell, and the ruins and broken walls revealed the pitch-black half-charcoal, and the cotton cloth covered the mouth and nose to stop the smoke and choked cough......

Crying and whimpering, the surviving people dug up the remains of their loved ones from the collapsed houses.

The charred remains of the burned ruins remained struggling, the pitch-black and dilapidated earth walls collapsed to bury the ruins, and the old and dilapidated ox carts creaked and pulled the cartloads full of corpses to the mass graves outside the city.

I don't know who squatted in front of the collapsed house and waited quietly......

The big yellow dog snuggled tightly into the arms of the old man in search of security, the old man looked at the remains of his family beside him, muddy tears silently slid down the old man's cheeks, and after the night, he and an old dog were left in the house......

The state city was breached, and the army under the command of the warlord Wang lost control after the city was breached.

The city was in chaos, the mad rebels looted the gold and silver everywhere, the hooligans and gangsters took advantage of the chaos to kill people and set fire to humiliate women, and it took a whole day and a night before the army that attacked the city was quelled, the palace was broken, the prince and the king drew his sword and killed the rest of the magnates and fled, and the whole city lost order.

The young general had a little more vicissitudes of life on his face, and rode his horse into the state city.

The horses' hooves rattled, the city was dead, and all he could see was sadness, despair, and numbness, and the horses didn't seem to like the smell of smoke and ashes in the city.

Behind him, there were cavalrymen holding high banners with the word 'Yan' written on them.

The young general was also followed by a pure Yang disciple in a white Taoist robe, carrying a sword box and rarely speaking.

"During the three-month siege, the city was destroyed in one day, more than 20,000 people died, countless houses were burned and collapsed, and many wells were so polluted by debris that the water could not be drunk. ”

"Was it right or wrong for me to do this?"

He felt confused, he had sworn to overthrow the tyrannical king in order to protect the townspeople and protect the villagers, but now he had done it, only to find that it was a road of death and blood, and there were fewer and fewer people who followed him out of the town, and more and more strangers.

It took more than two years to become a warlord king by himself, and he saw a lot of life and death.

He is not a family of gate valves who are used to stepping on other people's heads, or even a nobleman, just an ordinary person who has read books and has the strength to be a master, if it is those elite children from a family of door valves, they will definitely not care how many people die, they come from different backgrounds and have different values, and some people are born with a high opinion and ignore ordinary people, although they are also ordinary.

The Pure Yang disciple next to him sighed and was silent, there are some things that cultivators can't participate in too much.

For example, in this battle, if the monks participated, no one would survive, and the power of the spell moves was not something that ordinary ordinary people could bear.

After holding it for a long time, the Pure Yang disciple popped out a sentence.

"If you don't like chaos, then kill all the people who create chaos and create a peaceful and prosperous world. ”

The words are not rough, how can the world be peaceful if you don't kill those warlords and princes, don't say too many high-sounding and nice excuses, killing them directly is the simplest and most effective way, you can't expect those gate valve families to repent and devote themselves to the people, this world is like this, kill a group of gate valve families to cultivate a group, and wait until the new emperor who rises after the collapse of the country to kill a group of repeats.

Before the industry developed to a certain extent, everyone, including the gate valve family, was a leek of history.

"Yes, you can only kill ......"

As he walked, he suddenly saw a young monk before he came to the palace.

The disciples of the Western Sect sat on the streets piled with corpses and chanted sutras, and the monks' robes were clean and spotless, like heaven and man falling into the dust, and the sound of muttering scriptures made people's hearts calm and peaceful.

The pure yang disciple pursed his lips and was too lazy to look at it, he got used to this kind of trick after seeing it a lot, and the effect of the tranquilizing spell was wonderful.

The young general's curiosity stopped, and the Pure Yang disciple closed his eyes and turned a blind eye.

"Master, why here?"

The young and handsome disciple of the Western Sect stopped chanting the scriptures, slowly opened his eyes, made a full gesture, and stood up unhurriedly, folded his hands and saluted the general.

"There are countless resentful souls in the city who refuse to leave, and the little monk can't bear to fall into the sea of suffering, and he will return to bliss as soon as possible. ”

"The master is benevolent. ”

The general gave a salute, and when he was in a low mood, he met by chance with pity and admiration.

The Chunyang disciple next to him pouted, I can't bear the suffering of the people, you don't make a move earlier, the battle is stale, hide in the distance and watch the excitement, and then run to pity the dead afterwards, it's really boring.

The two sides exchanged pleasantries, and the young general had a good impression of this kind young Western disciple, so he invited to help the army, and the young monk readily agreed.

Western Sects also began to take the big fish of the Emperor of Man waiting to pick up merit and luck, and the Pure Yang Palace did not stop it.

Some benefits cannot be swallowed alone, as long as the Central Plains can be pacified is the biggest goal, the south is a Western religious force, and if you want to unify the mountains and rivers as soon as possible, you must not have the help of Western religious envoys, and the two sides have enmity but cannot tear each other down and fight each other in this matter.

The former palace was renovated, the young general and colleagues and two cultivators of different sects walked into the palace, the palace was the last place of battle, and the corner door post still had brown blood stains that could not be washed away, but fortunately, the palace was not burned down by the fire and the new mansion was built, and since then it has become the center of power under the banner of Yan.

The young general had been with the young Western disciple for a long time, and he was introduced as a confidant.

It's very simple, the pure yang disciples are indifferent and indifferent and only don't care about things and are not good at communicating, while Western religions are easy to get along, one is cold and the other is kind and talkative, and it is easy to draw conclusions about who is close to them.

The strange thing is that the disciples of the two sects did not fight.

The unification of the Central Plains is not an overnight affair, a new force is steadily expanding and rising, and at the same time, a new civilization is being born outside the Central Plains......

......

Jiaowang's territory has become larger.

Yunyao Ancient Village has greatly reduced its strength since the internal rebellion, and the territory has shrunk, giving up a small part to Bai Yujun, among which there are many Jiuli mountain people who have directly taken refuge in the holy beast, and a certain Bai is very happy, and the breeding industry that supplies the food of the demon beast army can be expanded again.

A certain Jiao pondered that since the white department gave away part of the territory to celebrate becoming the demon king, then, does the black department also mean in this beautiful season?

It's your own, no one can take it away, it's not your own, it's robbed.

It just so happened that the black village that was destroyed by the poisonous corpse before was not restored at all, and the other villages that had resisted the monsters before saw that a demon king was born next to them, so they simply retreated and gave up part of it to leave a buffer zone.

In addition, there are still some borderless lands around that have been occupied by a certain Jiao, and they have expanded several times.

Although it is not as large as the territory of other demon kings, it is enough for now, and the strength of the demon beast army in the territory will be expanded again, and the demon beast and human gathering area will move closer to the big river that is more suitable for development, and the workshop will be expanded to increase the number of craftsmen.

Workshops and craftsmen are the places where Bai Yujun spends the most effort, selecting a large number of snake demons who like to create and make them carefully trained, from basic arithmetic to geometric physics, writing teaching materials, fortunately, the newborn snake demons are illiterate, including those craftsmen who stay in the territory are also illiterate, literacy is a tool used by the Central Plains gate lord family to rule, and ordinary people can't learn it.

A certain white unscrupulously promoted simplified Chinese characters and Arabic numerals, unified weights and measures, set precise rulers, and painstakingly pulled the rusted wheel of history to roll forward......

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