Chapter 155 The Great Fire Melts the City 4

Fan San gave Qian Shaoshao all kinds of strange feelings.

Sometimes, the guy looks like a splash.

Sometimes, the guy looks like a simple farmer.

Sometimes, this guy looks completely overwhelmed!

Sometimes, this guy is extremely down-to-earth when he does things.

Sometimes, this guy seems ignorant.

Sometimes, however, the words spoken by this guy are deeper than those spoken by the gentlemen in Yushan Academy.

"You just haven't read a book!"

Qian Shaoshao said with emotion.

Fan San is the best master of the peasant uprising that Yun Zhao has ever said!

Qian Shaoshao decided that after Yun Zhao arrived three days later, he would immediately introduce this guy to Yun Zhao.

In terms of employing people, there is too much money and too much money.

A cart of corpses was transported out of the north gate by the serfs, and a large pit had already been dug not far outside the city, into which all the corpses would be thrown and finally filled.

The massacre, no matter how just, is ultimately against human nature, and is the ugliest part of human nature.

And covering up the evil things he does in the sun is something that every righteous or evil executioner must do.

Except, of course, for brutes.

The aftermath went on all night, and by daybreak the city seemed to be back to its former state.

The blood stains on the yellow earth have been shoveled off, and the blood stains on the door panels and steps have also been cleaned, but the sun has just come out, and countless flies have come to Zhangjiakou, and they do not let go of any residual bloodstains.

By the time Qian Shaoshao left Zhangjiakou with Fan San, the city was empty, and only a few family dogs were still lying at the door basking in the sun leisurely.

From today onwards, there will be no business in Zhangjiakou.

Sun Guoxin rode on the back of a camel and looked back at the Naturalization City that was gradually disappearing on the horizon with emotion.

At this time, the sun was shining on the red and gorgeous Naturalization City, like a fire rising from the flat ground.

The Grand Lama of Morgen sat on the back of a white camel on the other side, and smiled when he saw Sun Guoxin looking at Guihua City with nostalgia.

"Those who leave me, don't stay yesterday, this is what you Han wise people said, why do you, a Han people, still cherish this city?"

Sun Guoxin clasped his hands together and saluted: "Those who mess with my heart, today is a lot of trouble!" ”

Grand Lama Morgan said again: "Is there anything unfinished? ”

Sun Guoxin raised his head and said: "From now on, I will stop my troubles and serve the Buddha wholeheartedly." ”

The Grand Lama of Morgen laughed and said, "Come to the white camel and calm the six roots for you." ”

Sun Guoxin jumped on the back of a huge white camel, sat cross-legged on a futon, closed his eyes, and chanted the Past Cause and Effect Sutra with the Grand Lama of Morgan.

The fork of the Grand Lama's hand was very sharp, and when he touched the top of Sun Guoxin's head, his bun broke in response.

The bun was scattered, and the long hair was carried away by the wind.

In fact, his hair was not completely shaved, but the top of his head was shaved, and there was a circle of inches of hair around him, and the Grand Lama of Morgan pressed his hand on the top of his head and said loudly: "I will give you an initiation today." ”

After saying this three times, Sun Guoxin bowed down in front of the Grand Lama Morgan and said, "From now on, I will be the son of the Buddhist family." ”

Murgen said with a smile: "Fade away the troubles, from now on there is no longer a distinction between Manchu and Han, the difference between Mongolia and Han, the difference between Wusizang and Han, there is only a boy in front of the Buddha - Mo Rigen!" ”

Sun Guoxin clasped his hands together and saluted: "From now on, there will be no Sun Guoxin, there is only Mo Rigen in the world!" ”

Murgen said loudly: "From now on, there is no Sun Guoxin, there is only Mo Rigen in the world." ”

When the rest of the monks heard the voice of the Grand Lama of Morgen, they also folded their hands together and chanted: "From now on, there will be no Sun Guoxin, only Mo Rigen in the world." ”

Sun Guoxin saluted in all directions: "Mo Rigen has seen all the senior brothers! ”

By the time Sun Guoxin returned to his camel again, he had become a little lama wearing a cockscomb hat and saffron monk's robes.

This time, Sun Guoxin did not look back until the Naturalization City was hidden below the horizon, and he did not look back again.

Instead, he listened to the bells, recited the long, almost endless scriptures, and looked ahead—where the sun rose and where the black fog was thickest.

He was reading the scriptures on his lips, but a huge voice in his head kept saying to him—

I was born to be human, and I was born to live a life of human beings.

This is the power that God has given me.

I have the right to feed my stomach through hard work.

I have the power to raise silkworms, weave cloth, and wear warm clothes.

I have the power to manage my world through serious study.

I have the right to multiply in my native land without exploitation!

If you can't!

I will break the old world and build a new world.

For this, I will not spin my heels......

Droro's eyes were as red as charcoal, and he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

Surrounded by 100,000 Ming people, every hour that passed was a torment for him.

On the beach, after the news of the annihilation of the invincible Doral Dufujia Lazhangjing's army came, Zhuo Luojiala was like a blow to the head.

When Bao Chengxian told him the news, he almost felt like his soul was out of his body.

Although Zhuo Luo did not admit it verbally, he admired Doral in his heart, the famous Baturu of the Qing Dynasty.

Such a Baturu died strangely in the Loose Beach, which made Zhuo Luojiala unable to sleep.

When he came, he led nearly 500 men, almost a half-bull warrior, thinking that relying on these warriors and the prestige left by Prince Shuorui, he could make the Mongols and Ming people here obediently submit under the horse's hooves.

Now, the Mongols, the Ming people, seem to have indeed submitted to the horse's hooves, and wherever their armies went, the Mongols would offer the most beautiful girls, and the Ming people would offer the most delicious food and wine.

However, the number of warriors under his command is decreasing day by day.

In Naturalized City, the warriors under his command seem to have become extremely vulnerable, peeing will be taken away by wolves, walking will be tripped by weeds, their heads will be knocked on the tip of stones, and horses will be tripped over marmot holes, and then their necks will be broken.

Even when they are eating, they will become muddy because they accidentally eat poisonous mushrooms, and eventually kill themselves.

What Zhuo Luo can do is to take revenge again and again against the enemies who are related to those accidents, he has done a lot of murderous things, and he has also done the things of extermination, and the more accidents the warriors under his command have.

Now, he had only one hundred and twenty-eight men who could fight on horseback.

Ever since he heard that Yuetobel's army was coming to Naturalization, Zhuo Luo had never let his men go out of the camp alone.

He hid his resentment against Bao Chengxian, Battle and others in the bottom of his heart, and waited for Yue Tobel to arrive and then settle the ledger carefully.

Surrounded by the Ming people, this is Zhuo Luo's comprehensive understanding of his situation now.

Here, he could not get any information that Bao Chengxian had given him, and he was like a blind man and a deaf man here.

Today's moon is very low and very big, Zhuo Luo's eyelids are beating so badly, he always feels that today is not a good day.

The water in the teacup rippled slightly, spreading out in a circle, and Zhuo Luo knew very well what this meant.

Rising from the felt and whistled, the rest of the warriors came out of the tent.

Zhuo Luo whispered the word "battle" in Manchu and jumped on the war horse.

They are all battle-hardened warriors, and there is no need to say more, a seemingly loose cavalry formation has been completed.

In a moment, a cavalry came out of the night, and Zhuo Luo, who had already urged the horse to gallop, saw the banner of the cavalry vaguely clearly, and after the cavalry ran closer, Zhuo Luo even saw the cavalry general led by him clearly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down his horse's hooves, and was about to speak to the cavalry leader Battell, who was coming from the opposite side, but his pupils quickly narrowed, and he shouted loudly to his subordinates who were also letting down their vigilance behind him: "Enemy attack! ”

Before his horse could run, the cavalry brigade on the opposite side slapped their small cavalry on the ground like a wave......

When the cavalry was gone, the ground was covered with the corpses of tattered men and horses.

Zhuo Luo's sternum collapsed, his head turned strangely behind his back, and a pair of eyes that were no longer blood-red reflected a faint light in the moonlight.

With just one charge, Zhuo Luo, who almost stopped in place and did not run, and all the cavalry under his command were killed.

Qian Shaoshao came out of the darkness, looked at the corpses all over the ground and said to Fan San: "This is the power of cavalry, we Han people are not good at this." ”

Fan San secretly ripped off a piece of gold from Zhuo Luo's armor and gave it to Qian Shaoshao.

Qian Shaoshao shook his head naturally, and Fan San took it into his arms as a matter of course.

He is not greedy, he only needs a little benefit at a time.

The guards cut off all the heads that looked intact, and called in some farmers to pile up the corpses, pour oil on them, and burn them with fire.

The firelight reflected the fire-red walls of the Naturalization City, which was very beautiful.

Qian Shaoshao didn't wait for the flames to go out, and walked into the Naturalization City, where the gate was open.

When I entered the city, I saw Xue Guocai standing at the door, holding a bloody human head in his hand.

"Bao Chengxian's?"

Qian Shaoshao asked in a low voice.

Xue Guocai said: "He wants to make meritorious contributions, but I don't agree." ”

Qian Shaoshao said: "I'd rather let go of some interesting Jiannu than forgive them." ”

Xue Guocai said: "Guozhu they also mean this. ”

Qian Shaoshao laughed strangely, opened his arms and shouted, "Is it time for the city head to change the Great King's Banner?"

Our brothers have endured for three years, and is it time to move from darkness to light? ”

Xue Guocai said with a smile: "At sunrise, raise my Lantian flag!" ”

"Is our boundary monument carved?"

Xue Guocai pointed to the place where Jiannu's body was still burning and said, "The sacrifice has been delivered, the fire has been extinguished, and the boundary monument has been raised!" ”

Qian Shaoshao sat cross-legged on the top of the city wall of Guihua City, staring at the far east without blinking, waiting for the moment when the sun appeared.

Under him, Xue Guocai and others climbed on the hole in the city gate, and forcefully deducted the three words of Naturalization City, vaguely revealing a new plaque with black characters on a red background.

In the moonlight, the three words of the pitch-black Lantian City seemed to absorb all the moonlight.