Chapter Ninety-One: Killing

Mitu stood up and was about to take a step, when suddenly a few screams came. Mi Tu scolded himself: "Confused!" He was in a hurry to rescue the Huzi family, but he forgot that the whole village was in the midst of the catastrophe at this time, he looked around, and his eyes suddenly almost burst into flames. At this time, in the thick smoke, countless women and children were crying and wailing, while dozens of rebels were laughing wildly, and they were using the struggles of old and weak women and children to satisfy their evil that had destroyed people's surnames.

"Kill! Leave no one behind. "For these defeated soldiers who have lost their surnames, Mi Tu is out of anger and his heart is roaring.

Mitu rushed into a nearby courtyard, snatched the steel knife of a rout who was laughing wildly, and swung him in two. A cold light flashed in a stunned gaze, and before the defeated companions could react, they collapsed in pools of blood one after another.

"Countering violence with violence" is not justified at all at this time, and if this group of rebels is not deterred, I am afraid that this poor village will have nothing left today. Mitu fought several mansions in succession with a steel knife before encountering a little pitiful resistance, but with such a group of routs who had lost their fighting spirit, what trouble could they bring to the wolf-like Mitu.

In the end, more than a dozen defeated soldiers finally discovered that Mitu was killing, and they quickly organized themselves to form a battle formation in an attempt to besiege Mitu.

The blood-dripping steel knife walked towards the small battle formation step by step, the sonorous steps were ruthless and powerful, and each step fell like a hammer hitting the hearts of the chaotic soldiers, making them tremble. An officer dressed as a hundred households hid behind the formation, and roared in a trembling voice: "Shoot him, shoot him, fuck him!"

The only four archers fired several weak arrows with trembling hands, two of which flew out of the battle formation and landed on the ground.

Mitu stretched out his hand, grabbed the two arrows that flew in his hands, and threw them out, the two arrows cut the light of death, hitting the throat of Baihe, the roar stopped abruptly, Baihe fell on his back with frightened eyes open, and there was no longer breath.

In the face of the bloody death, the defeated soldiers were soon afraid, and the fear of death collapsed them again, and the sporadic will to resist just now immediately disappeared, and the ** who survived defeated everything. The rout scattered in a hurry, fleeing in all directions.

The tragic scenes he saw one after another had already completely freed Mi Tu from his anger, and the raging anger made him lose his mind a little, he was like a vicious tiger that had just broken out of the cage, quickly chasing and killing the rout soldiers who were scattered and fleeing, even if someone turned around and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy, he would not let go.

Blood surged out, steel knives dripped blood, and the sunset in the distant sky was dyed a blood-red.

The full moon was rising, and her red face seemed to be crying. There are more than a dozen graves on the soil ridge next to the sweat like rain, the dull sound of pickaxes, the dull air, the sound of pickaxes knocking on the heart, making people want to cry speechless.

Mi Tu mechanically waved his arms, as if he had an inexhaustible tyrannical aura, he knew that this was war, but war should not be like this, they were just a group of flat-headed people, like lambs, only knowing that the people who only faced the loess with their backs to the sky, they were so simple, sincere and docile. But even so, they were abandoned by the damn world, "Why is that?!" he kept asking himself. Of course, he also knew that what he saw today was probably only the tip of the iceberg of the land of Yanzhao today, which made his heart even more full of anger. "What is the purpose of man having force? Is it just for power? For violence, for the purpose of oppressing the good?" Thinking of this, the pickaxe waved by Mitu became more powerful, and the sound of the pickaxe shook the hills, resounded through the village, and vibrated the heavens and the earth.

The remaining old and weak people in the village gradually gathered and looked at this bloodstained young man from afar, with instinctive fear in his heart. When Huzi ran forward and called "Big Brother!" for help, everyone cautiously stepped forward, and everyone was silently digging graves one by one, silently crying. "Good people are so industrious, docile and cowardly, they should not have such a miserable experience. Mi Tu's mind flashed that warm morning, and Huzi's clear, happy and innocent eyes flashed, and his heart hurt even more.

Mi Tu bent down to pick up the tiger whose hands had been torn, and gently dusted off the dirt all over his body, but he was speechless. He didn't want Huzi to come out early, he didn't want him to see the tragedy of his parents, he didn't want him to see the tragedy of this world, and he didn't want to hurt his young heart. But Grandma Huzi's sad tone was full of firmness, "This is Huzi's life, and it is his life to be born in such troubled times, but if he wants to live, he can only have more backbone, otherwise no one can save him." ”

Mitu didn't argue, he could only feel more sorry for this little thing.

Huzi did not disappoint his grandmother, perhaps because he was young and ignorant, he only whined for a while when he saw his parents who had died tragically, but he followed the path closely, refusing to take a step away.

"Big brother, Dad, Mom, and Grandpa really can't play with Huzi anymore, and hurt Huzi anymore?" Huzi flickered and stared at Mitu with big eyes.

Mitu's heart trembled, and his nose was slightly sour, "Huzi, Mom and Dad will always live in our hearts, as long as you think of them, they will always be by your side." He could only comfort Huzi's young heart with such words.

"Oh!" Huzi hugged Mitu tightly as if he didn't understand whether he understood it, and finally he could no longer lift his heavy eyelids, and fell asleep between Mitu's powerful arms, but there were two crystal tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Mitu wiped away the tears for Huzi and gently stroked his immature little face, and at this time the tyrannical aura on his body really slowly dissipated.

The red glow spreads all over the eastern sky, the whole village is vegetarian, there is no mourning, only tears, it is a kind of wordless numbness, yesterday's catastrophe has almost exhausted all the strength of this small village.

Mitu sat in front of the tombs and recited the Sutra of Salvation for the deceased. But his heart is deeply confused in the sorrow, the past is vivid, since the end of the South Mountain, he has been deeply involved in a huge whirlpool and can not extricate himself, he has no intention of fame and fame, just want to accompany the master to practice martial arts and seek the Tao, originally his heart is indifferent and quiet, just like a pool of clear water in the mountains, without a breeze, otherwise a trace of dust, calm and clear to see. But what happened one after another was like a boulder smashed into a pool, stirring up a thousand waves, piling up and beating him layer by layer, like a rootless duckweed, unable to float by himself.

What if you practice martial arts, practice martial arts, even if you are martial arts and conquer the world? Even if you kill all those rebels? No, only the old and weak women and children in this village are left. This is only the tip of the iceberg of the wailing Yanzhao land, how many similar tragedies happen in each day? Mitu could not imagine, but he knew that as the war deepened, such a catastrophe would not only not stop, but would probably expand, and he felt deeply powerless.

Mitu sighed, looking at the bright red eastern sky in the distance, and he even thought that it was probably dyed by the blood of the world. A beautiful smiling face appeared, and Mitu's heart felt a deep pressure. In such a troubled world, a woman who is caught in a whirlpool and haunts his dreams, and a poor child, "must go out of their own way!" Mi Tu admonished himself.

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