The night gradually deepened, except for a few mansions that were still flickering with rare lights, and the entire Blackwater City fell into a deep sleep in this hastily early snowfall.

At night, the wind suddenly became stronger, whining on the eaves of the street corners, and it was impossible to distinguish between laughing and crying. Even the husband hid in a warmer place, slowly baking the fire, unwilling to make more effort to stand up and walk around.

Outside the city, the county army camp next to the Heishui River was still bright, but it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the waves in the Heishui River crashing against the rocks on the riverside.

In front of the Qiang army's tent, the butter torch burned brightly, illuminating the entire school field. The more than 200 Qiang soldiers didn't care about the snow in the sky, they all spread the felt carpets they carried with them on the ground, raised their hands in front of their chests, and quietly prayed silently under the leadership of several Zoroastrian priests with white cloth wrapped in their heads.

The Zoroastrian priests didn't look very young, the old man was afraid of the cold, his thick and long cashmere jacket was tightly wrapped around his body, and he was still carrying something that was not a good way around his waist. Even when I closed my eyes and prayed, these old faces were unhealthy flushes.

If you want to change Wei Ye to stand at the moment, maybe you have to pick and choose a few sarcastic words: "The boss is not too old, but he hasn't changed his thief's problem." At your age, why don't you have fun playing this? When the old thief was about to lose his breath, he shouted to help me up for robbery, which was a joke that only young historians could have chore, and there were actually a few more practitioners of you!"

These so-called Zoroastrian priests were all the remnants of the leaders who were lucky enough to keep the leaders from the Qiang rebellion that Ma Xian, the general of Zhengxi. The things they carry in their arms may still be stained with blood that has not been washed for decades.

The so-called rule of virtue, the preferential treatment of fancy renovation, and the slogan of the Qiang and Han families do not make these old men feel any gratitude to the Han court and the people of the Han family, but they only feel that this is what the Han people owe them and they deserve. And these old guys, who have been treated favorably for decades, will set off a bloody storm as soon as they seize the opportunity!

Muttering a prayer to Ahura, some of the old fellows couldn't hide the twisted excitement on their faces with their eyes closed. At this moment, a person was already standing on the high platform of the school field, none other than Amara. This Qiang army Sima has already dressed up neatly, holding the waist knife in one hand, looking murderous.

His appearance made the prayer scene slightly chaotic, and then the old guys took the lead and stood up together.

Amara, or Beigong Boyu, who left his name on every history book describing the troubled times at the end of the Han Dynasty, opened his mouth with full anger: "Brothers, we receive the Han people's money, but the Han people do not respect our faith. The Han officials of Blackwater City have insulted us with impure grease - bring people up!"

With his order, a small official with a big tie was dragged out like a dead dog. Some sharp-eyed Qiang soldiers could clearly see that the little official with a hairpin on his hat was the one who diligently gave support to the Qiang soldiers during the day.

This little person, who loyally implements the policy of "the Qiang and Han families", still does not understand what kind of situation he is in, but is just shouting: "Brothers, this is a misunderstanding, all is a misunderstanding, the unity of the Qiang and Han is the law of Liangzhou, how can there be a mistake! The grease I sent is all butter, not lard!"

However, his pale justification was immediately shattered by a priest who stood up, and the old priest took out a jar of grease and raised it: "This is the grease sent by this Kafeiler, it is indeed unclean!"

The little official's face turned white with fright, and he was still shouting: "There is nothing wrong with the unity of the Qiang and Han, and there is nothing wrong with the two Qiang and Han! General Beigong, you have seen it with your own eyes, and the batch of supplies I sent is genuine......

Before he finished shouting those slogans, a spear had been pierced through his chest, and he kept the ridiculous appearance of shouting slogans, and fell softly.

Amara's voice rose a little higher as she pulled out the spear from the corpse and thrust it into the ground:

"Brothers, since Ma Xian and Leng Zheng slaughtered our ancestors, Xian Lingqiang has waited for 20 years, and finally waited for this opportunity again! The Han court is in civil strife, and the Taishou of all the counties in Liangzhou have gone to Guzang City, and Zhangye, the hinterland of Liangzhou, is empty of troops, which is equivalent to completely opening up to us! This is our best chance to regain control of Liangzhou and eliminate every Han here!"

Before his words fell, there was a cry of excitement among the more than 200 Qiang soldiers, but Amara's voice was clearer in these beastly shouts: "Tonight, the Han officials of Blackwater City are feasting, and they have no room to resist us. These Han people, who do not have to graze their cattle and do not have to worry about the annual white plague, enjoy more than the Qiang, and they believe in idols and do not follow the right path, so there is no other good way than to kill them and let them go to Hell!

One of the driest-looking one-eyed priests in the school yard stood up tremblingly, and screamed in a bellows-like voice: "In the name of the Most High, the only Lord of the Nation, the faithful, the warriors who walk in the path of truth, I promise you! Our only Lord will reward you, and will send seventy-two fairies to serve you, their eyes are bright, and their skin is as smooth as silk, and they will always be virgins as firm as mussels, no matter how much you love them......"

After speaking, the old guy himself first showed a leisurely and yearning look, but a cold wind poured into his throat, and the following words were immediately interrupted by a heart-rending cough. A few priests who were familiar with the old guy hurriedly ran up, patting him on the back and relieving him, and it was only in danger that the old guy was saved from the crisis of being out of breath and suffocating.

This unexpected episode, as well as the theological theory that went straight to the lower three roads, immediately made Amara's mobilization in front of the station a little indiscriminate. Amara eased her emotions slightly, and then shouted: "Do you understand! Kill all the Han people in this Blackwater City, take away their property, and turn their wives, sons and daughters into our slaves, after the matter is completed, this city will not be sealed for a month!"

Roaring to the back, he himself became excited, and then pulled out his knife and pointed directly at Blackwater City: "Send troops, target the county court of Blackwater City!"