Li Wenhou, the military horse, is no longer in his shack at the moment. He put on all his scale armor and iron helmet, and just stood in front of his shack, staring intently at Blackwater City, where the snow curtain was still full of fire.

He was already older than others, and at this time, he stood in the snow, like a stone Weng Zhong guarding the tomb, standing quietly outside the big tomb in Blackwater City.

If you want to say that Beigong Boyu, or Amara's rebellion, Li Wenhou didn't know about it at all, then he would be too underestimated, and he would also underestimate this old soldier who climbed all the way to the position of Junma.

The military Sima nicknamed "Li Daxiong" held the saber on his waist with one hand, his eyes stared at the firelight from Blackwater City, but the expression on his face was extremely complicated, half cloudy and half sunny, he couldn't tell whether he was laughing or crying, sad or angry, and he didn't know what he was trying to express.

The fire in the city meant that Amara's subordinates had already passed the stage of street fighting—given the emptiness of Blackwater City, and they could not count on the defenders to fight in the streets—and began to set fire to this famous city. Next, he should be wrapped up in the people in the city to form an army, and the more than 200 Han troops led by Li Wenhou have no other choice than to change their banners, serve Amara as the mainstay, and go all the way to the black.

He served as a soldier only for that salary, and he didn't want to be loyal, filial and righteous, but just mixed a day's salary and contributed a day's effort to this court. In Liangzhou, the Han army has never been properly replenished with sufficient food and salary. He, the military horse, is so vain to the local area of Liangzhou. Even if you rush that salary, you can't work so hard.

From the beginning to the end, these Qiang people did not regard these Han people, who did not believe in Zoroastrianism and did not have Qiang blood in their veins, as their own!

Nowadays, in Liangzhou, although the adults and gentlemen in various counties are afraid of the Qiang people making trouble on the one hand, and the local Han people are afraid of the increase in the power of the local Han people on the other hand, there are a few more Xiliang relatives like Liang Ji who were born in military merits, and they toss the scholars and doctors badly, so they simply played such a two-sided trick of soothing the Qiang and suppressing the Han. But after all, this is still the place of the Han people, and it is not the turn of the Qiang people to deal with the Han people according to the rules of Zoroastrianism.

Of the 36 countries in the Western Regions, there are already a number of small countries that have been captured by Zoroastrian soldiers. The local people who did not believe in Zoroastrianism were slaughtered over and over again, and the few women and children who were left were also ruined and sold into slavery. Such a slave, he had seen it under Amara's tent, had long been tortured to the point that he had lost his human form, and even those Qiang soldiers did not want to touch it, saying that they would have nightmares at night after touching it!

Those Zoroastrian scripture masters who gradually got involved in the Western Regions dare to do the first year of junior high school, how do these Qiang people in Liangzhou know if they can do fifteen?

Even if he Li Wenhou surrendered to Amara, he followed these Qiang people to pull the anti-flag, and maybe even washed his intestines and went to Zoroastrianism. However, in front of these Qiang people, how could there be a little room to raise their heads? At that time, they really wanted to kill and chop, and they could only endure it with their eyebrows lowered and pleasing to their eyes!

What kind of virtue these Qiang people are, he Li Wenhou couldn't be more clear.

Thinking about it like this, this military horse's face was a little deformed, and his body became slightly thicker and thicker, and even the sound of breathing was a little heavier than usual!

As if sensing the changes in his body, Li Wenhou stomped his foot violently, took a deep breath, and let the cold wind pour directly into his lungs. This breath of cold wind poured straight down, and the strange expressions on his face gradually dissipated a little.

Looking at his feet again, I don't know when he had stomped on him, and even his cowhide boots opened their mouths, as if they had been punctured from the inside by something sharp.

Li Wenhou lowered his head, looked at his broken boots, suddenly smiled bitterly, and stopped speaking.

Even if he wants to find a good way out for these brothers who are stirring horses and spoons in a pot, is it possible for him to take care of himself?

Seeing that this Liangzhou place is going to be chaotic again, and everyone is not fighting for their own lives. I only blame myself for the incompetence of this military horse, dragging down the brothers!

Li Wenhou stood stunned like this, but suddenly focused his eyes on a shadow in front of him, and suddenly shouted: "Who is there, come out!"

As he shouted, there was only a low cry of a cat, and then a girl's voice sounded with a smile: "This uncle, don't be excited. We're just visiting our homes — ah no, lobbyists. ”

With this chuckle, the snowflakes swirled violently in the wind, and a girl in white clothes and scarlet hakama fell in front of him with the snow flakes so gently.

"I'm here to recruit an uncle for our uncle, but it's also a good future for my uncle and these soldiers. Sima Ling put his hands behind his back and looked at the tall man in front of him: "Uncle, do you believe me?"

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At the same time, in front of the fire altar of the Great Worship Temple, there is also a human tragicomedy being staged.

The county court officials who were even on the pot side were almost mentioned here. Except for Zhang Ye's Taishou promotion to the court, it is really rare to see so many adults and gentlemen gathered together.

However, such a scene looks very unbearable at the moment. This place is a Zoroastrian mosque, not a county hall!

"What? Do you think you're still sitting in the hall? Believe it or not, we're going to give you a crispy one on your face?"

A few gangsters who had been temporarily transferred to the Great Worship Temple scolded and scolded, and the slap slapped at these county officials who had been tied up.

How could these officials have suffered such humiliation, they couldn't help but shout out, the content of this call is also varied, and it is very human nature in times of crisis:

"Don't fight! Don't fight! Even if you want to rebel, one by one, that's your hero! How can you let these pawns be humiliated!"

This is a good man who can't fall down on the shelf, but such a good man, a few mouths down, the tone also changed:

"Tell you about the Great Imar, I have all the key points in my chest, and he wants to achieve great things, so he acts recklessly, absolutely not!"

Others will move first:

"Isn't this the second brother of the Ma family? Have you forgotten that last year you fought with a passing merchant for three sheep, and I didn't say a word and then awarded the sheep to you?

In such a chaotic situation, these people have all their ugliness.

Liu Chuang, who was the first to be held, looked at the performance of these colleagues with a cold eye, and any contempt and hatred were all light, and only one was disgusting.

These are the officials of the Han Dynasty in Zhangye County! Incompetent, courageless, and shameless! At this time, they still can't see the situation clearly, and they can't see what will happen to them next!

He quietly closed his eyes, didn't listen to the nonsense of the voices, and waited for his end.

In addition to the name of martyrdom, he has nothing else to catch. At least when the court thinks about it in the future, there are still some preferential benefits for the family and relatives!

Just when this Liu Mingting was waiting for his final game, the old man Ibn stood quietly in front of the Great Worship Temple, with the fire demon on his shoulder, and listened to the monster's report: "Your sworn enemy has organized the people to be strong, and the people have been killed towards Xicheng!"

"What kind of means? Good means, such ruthless methods! In just this moment, he alone killed more than 20 people in a row, without frowning a brow! With your Qiang army of more than 200 people, I'm afraid that he really can't stop him! My big Imar, make up your mind, now is not the time for us to make a fuss!"

The old man Ibn glanced at the fire demon lightly and shook his head slightly: "I have to wait, the method you said is the method used to deal with the army of the Han court." It's not appropriate to use it on these people like that. ”

Hearing the old man Ibn refuse, the fire demon didn't speak anymore, but just glanced at the old Imar, and then flapped his wings and penetrated the snow curtain: "Then you just wait, don't regret it in the future!"

Old man Ibn watched the shadow of the fire demon disappear, then shook his head and walked back to the mosque.

The officials who were tied up all over the ground, as soon as they saw that it was him, immediately made a louder noise:

"Eh, you can be regarded as coming back, listen to the official's words, if you are angry for that surnamed Wei, you can't take us!"

"Big Imar, Big Imar, is under me! Last year's religious subsidy was still handled by me! You can still remember that at that time, I also recognized your fellow villagers!"

"I'll tell you the truth, in this Liangzhou place, there are always village sages like you who are indispensable. The days to come are still long, how can the yamen have to rely on you to see Antai!"

These pleas for mercy, the old man of Ibn should not hear them, so he walked slowly in front of Liu Chuang.

This Liu Mingting spread his hair and looked up at the old man Iben, he didn't bother to talk nonsense, so he asked directly: "Ibn, are you here to send this official on the road?"

The old man Yiben was more polite to Liu Chuang, and he still smiled slightly at this moment: "Start a war and kill prisoners, this is the ancestral rule of the Qiang people, and it is also the etiquette set by Zoroastrianism, so I have to respect it." Liu Mingting, if you still have any wishes, might as well talk about it?"

Liu Chuang gently spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, looked at the old man Iben, and smiled: "It's all ended up like this, and if you talk about those big words, it won't taste very good." Ibn, I'm afraid you're not the only one who wants to bring the flag, right?"

The smile on the old man's face deepened: "Ming Ting is a smart man, why should I say more?"

Liu Chuang sneered, closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and raised his chin upwards in a circle: "Then these disgusting things, don't work for you, I, Liu Chuang, will first remove the scourge of these tiger breeding relics for the imperial court!"

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The one surnamed Wei is really a scourge!

Listening to the parishioners who barely escaped from someone's horse's hooves in front of them, these Zoroastrian scripture masters in Xicheng who were responsible for making noise had only one thought in their hearts.

These scripture teachers, who have been shouting Ahura Mazda for half their lives, barely have some sense, and can use this sense to do some work to stir up civil unrest. If they really want to fight with real knives and guns, their skills are not as good as a junior apprentice in the butcher shop.

Originally, according to their Zoroastrian plan, the troops in Heishui City were empty, and there were so many conscious or unconscious internal responses, and the two hundred Qiang troops entered the city, and the overall situation could be decided in one fell swoop!

But it really raised a big thing, and the second stunned Beijing official, who didn't rely on it no matter how you look at it, actually pulled up a bunch of soldiers and horses on the spot, and just fought back from Dongcheng!

These religious people who they have made a noise about, let them take advantage of the chaos to make trouble, set fire to houses, rob and kill the people, and with the noise of these scripture teachers, it is easy for these beasts to lose the last trace of humanity.

But do you want them to fight with guns and arrows in a bloody and white-headed manner?

I'm sorry for you, even if it's Ahura Mazda, who will sell his life if he doesn't send down some miracles? It's just temporarily inciting people, and the soldiers and horses on the other side rush away, and it's still a big rout.

Several of the leading scripture teachers urgently summed up, and then the most senior scripture master made up his mind: "The Han people on the other side have evil methods! But there are few of them, and we have half a city of people here, so how many can he take care of if he can fight again? Let everyone disperse! Where is there no Han people in this city? The Han people in Xicheng may not be killed!"

He must have said this, and several scripture teachers all nodded: "Disperse first to kill the Han people!

Several scripture teachers made up their minds that they would go and disperse with their own parishioners. However, they were also in a hurry, and they didn't expect that there were still a few sectarians in front of them who saw a bad opportunity and escaped from under the hooves of Wei Ye's horses.

When a parishioner listened to their plan, he was in a hurry, and he grabbed the shirt of the sutra teacher who was the leader and shouted: "Ahura Mazda is above, you can't go! The Han official who killed him on the other side knows the demon law, and when he raises his hand, he will be a fiery snake scurrying around! When it hits a person, it is a bloody hole in the bowl...... You are eating white mutton all day long, and you are reciting scriptures for us, how can you leave at this time, and ask Ahura Mazda to give us a spiritual response!"

The head of the scripture was dragged by the robe, and tears immediately came out: "Ahura Mazda, our Lord, who is merciful, please forgive those who fight for you, and let them be blessed by you!"

After this prayer was completed, the scripture master immediately shouted: "There is only one demon on the other side who understands the demon law! Let's leave it alone, it is important to kill those Han people who don't believe in our lord first! Without the support of these Han people who are full of sins, the demon will naturally be destroyed!"

He had just shouted when his jacket was dragged again: "The soldiers who came over there are all on horseback, and we have two legs, how can we outrun on four legs! Don't you all tell us that Ahura Mazda is the greatest, and there is nothing that his old man can't do, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, a waist knife had already been inserted into his chest, followed by several more scimitars. He looked at these scripture teachers in front of him with straight eyes, and wanted to say something, but he was kicked down by the scripture master at the head.

This sutra vegetable, who fell down on him, immediately shouted: "Brothers, it is precisely because of your lack of faith in the Lord of Compassion that the dark demons have been able to spread their strength! Such people are all accomplices of the demons of the black prison! They all listened to us, and everyone followed us to Dongcheng to cleanse those Han people who were full of sins!"