After a while, the spy reined in and galloped back, with an extreme anger on his face, his eyes were blood-red and he knocked in front of Lu Ziyi, and shouted:

"General, there are countless dead and wounded in Muzhou City, and the streets are almost full of civilian corpses. Judging from the sword traces in the field, it should have been done by the Jin army that had fled before!"

Yun Qingfeng's body shook when he heard this, his chest continued to rise and fall, a touch of hatred appeared in his eyes, and his face turned red and scolded:

"How can that be! Let's hurry into the city and rescue the wounded!"

On the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month of the twentieth year of Jin Wen, with the defeat of the Battle of the Han River, the Jin army fled all the way to the east.

They abandoned the supplies and fled, and everywhere they passed, they looted the people's fat and ointment. The unorderly army, like countless loaches, squeezed around, frantically ransacking the entire Muzhou City.

This is also the most tragic day in the history of Muzhou City.

At noon, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, and the people of the city heard only the rumbling of footsteps. The voice quickly spread from far to near, and it was clear that the defeated Jin army had fled into the city.

It's just a photo room, and the bronze gate of the city tower is about to be squeezed and deformed.

To their surprise, the army of the imperial court came this time to loot supplies. Immediately afterward, the crowd began to stir. Driven by hunger and cold, many sergeants have begun to loot shops and houses.

At the beginning, many soldiers in the Jin army still had scruples. It wasn't until they saw some officers killing people and burning houses that they slashed and killed without any scruples, and the entire Muzhou City instantly fell into a riot.

Many soldiers, in the process of fleeing, their clothes have been torn, and they are already hungry after running for their lives. Therefore, everyone is holding a glittering scimitar in his hand, using the simplest force to suppress and rob food.

In just a moment of incense, the out-of-control soldiers turned this Muzhou City into a human purgatory, and somehow there were fires everywhere in the city.

In front of a thatched hut about to be burned down, a shivering woman, holding a month-old baby in her arms, saw a gloomy soldier shouting at her:

"I'll say it one last time, hand over the money!"

Between the words, the shiny tip of the knife had already pressed against the woman's neck, and the impatient face of the Jin soldier who spoke out seemed to be about to cut off a head again.

When the woman saw this, she knelt down with a puff, and slammed the soldier's trouser leg fiercely, crying out with tears streaming down her face:

"Master Jun spares his life, our family's rations are all taken by you, if there is no silver, we will all die in the cold winter!"

In her arms, she was still holding a baby waiting to be fed. Her husband had been beheaded and fell at his feet.

From beginning to end, this mother also didn't figure it out: why would the army of the imperial court do such a thing that everyone and God were angry about?

But at the moment, she didn't dare to show a trace of dissatisfaction. Out of maternal compassion, she wants to win a little life for the baby in her arms!

The baby seemed to feel that his father was dead, and continued to struggle and wail in his mother's arms, and the cries became louder and louder, accompanied by the wolf smoke billowing up in the city, and it was as noisy as lightning and thunder.

When the soldier heard this, the tip of the knife in his hand moved forward again, and it had already cut the skin of the woman's neck, from which blood oozed blood, and said sharply:

"Bring it to me!"

The woman shouted bitterly: "Master Jun, don't, this is ......"

Immediately, the soldier's patience was finally exhausted, and a knife was smeared under the woman's neck, and the unspoken words of her mouth were terminated, and the silver taels were snatched, and she put them in the palm of her hand, and a trace of unfinished coldness appeared on her countenance, and she walked forward without turning her head back with the sword.

The mother was killed alive, and with the sound of the fall to the ground, the baby in her arms fell and fell to the haystack, crying helplessly.

The smell of scorching charcoal permeated the entire Muzhou City, and everywhere he looked, there was a burst of fire.

"Why, why do you do this when you have lost the battle? It is clear that you are the national thief!" Some men have already begun to resist, and they roared wildly, rushing forward regardless of life and death, fighting with the Jin army.

Watching the burning, killing and looting of these defeated soldiers of the imperial court, there are constantly women being raped and insulted. They have realized that these remnants of the defeated army have lost their humanity at this moment. If they want to live, these men can only fight, otherwise their family will die!

But how can these people in the market be the opponents of the warriors in the army?

On the contrary, with their continuous resistance, the Jin army's burning, killing and looting has completely evolved into a massacre!

I saw that with the beeping and bursting of sparks, most of the houses on both sides of the street were no longer shaped, and each house, starting from the foundation, burned through a big hole and was charred black.

Many of the houses have collapsed, and the streets are littered with broken beams. Even the green buildings in the city did not escape the catastrophe.

After three days of skyrocketing fires, this place is almost in ruins. Before the arrival of the Xiang army, the fleeing Jin army had swept away towards the next city again.

Li Xuan rode on the scorched streets, the corpses of the people were spread horizontally on the road, looking around at such a miserable scene, Li Xuan only felt that there was a boiling killing intent filling his chest.

Since ancient times, how many people have been displaced in wars, and how many innocent people have been destroyed?

Three days ago, in the bustling Muzhou City, the people who lived and worked in peace and contentment before were separated by yin and yang in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the machine spirit sighed softly: "If you haven't experienced a cruel war, the world really doesn't know how big the traumatic sequelae of the so-called war are. The flames of war not only deprive people of their lives, but also blow people's spirits, which is really terrifying. There are still many ordinary people who have suffered, and it is really difficult for the people to make a living. ”

At this moment, Li Xuan's earlobes trembled, and he suddenly heard an extremely subtle exhalation sound, he looked up, only to see that under the ruins not far in front of him, there was a young girl who was pressed by the pillars of the house, her clothes had been stripped naked, and her body was covered with black green, obviously she had been insulted by the Jin army in turn before.

Her dilated pupils slowly turned. stared at Li Xuan in a daze, his eyes showing a heartbreak, desperate pleading. His miserable face was stained with blood. The pale and dry lips opened slightly, and then slowly closed.

At such a close distance, everyone understood the girl's lips: Save me......

Li Xuan only felt that there seemed to be a bell in his heart, and when it rang fiercely, his heart couldn't help but vibrate violently, and his hands trembled with anger.

As Xiangjun hurriedly rescued the woman and put clothes on her, Li Xuan's eyes revealed a trace of cold chill, as if she was about to condense, and gritted her teeth and said:

"These Jin army miscellaneous people, they must not be able to go far, they will all catch up with me, block and kill them!"

Not only Li Xuan, but almost all the Xiang troops who entered the city, after seeing this scene, their chests burned with a roaring battle intent.