Cen Chunxuan recognized it, and those people were all generals and officers of the cadre army. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Cen Chunxuan saw that in front of those teams, there were three riders, riding high-headed horses into the square. The rider in the middle rode a white horse, standing tall on his toes, like a king.

Cen Chunxuan stared at him tightly, he recalled that his former friend and superior Lin Baichuan (Satsuma Ninja Kashiwakawa Guanghui) had shown him the rebellious leader who had escaped from the salary frontier back then, and this person was one of them!

His name is Bai Yanbiao! But now it's called Yulebas!

On his side, on horseback was Markman, and on the other side, Ustman.

At this moment, Cen Chunxuan had already decided to leave here as soon as possible and report everything that happened here to Lin Yiqing.

Many days passed. For people, it was as if the sky suddenly collapsed on the head of the Great Qian Empire. None of the battles against the rebels have been won. The rout and annihilation of the cadres stationed in Xinjiang, the capture of generals of various armies, the presence of arms everywhere in Xinjiang, and the torture and slaughter everywhere can be regarded as unseen and unheard of since the establishment of the province. And all of this came suddenly. People almost couldn't believe how these many great calamities could have befallen this land in the world in such a moment. Some people are so frightened that they can't save themselves, and some people are so frightened that they lose their souls; Some people prophesied: Death is coming, and the end has come. The bonds of the whole society have been severed, all the warm exchanges between people, families and families have ceased, the old authority has disappeared, and the hats of prominent people have disappeared. Hell frees all the prisoners of sin from their chains, and allows them to come to the people and revel as they want. Thus, murder, robbery, perversity, brutality, recklessness, plunder, and madness have replaced hard labor, justice and conscience. For people, it seems that people do not live by good deeds and virtues, but by doing evil deeds. The human heart seems to be completely reversed from good and evil. What was once considered sacred is now considered evil, and what has been regarded as evil will be considered sacred. Even the heavens are changing, and the earth is changing. During the day, the flames of war were long, the smoke obscured the fog, and the sun could no longer shine on the world. At night, the stars and moon are silent, and instead of the fire, they shine in all directions.

Towns, cottages, temples, palaces, forests, all burned down. People have mouths that stop talking, only sniffing and sighing, or howling like dogs. Life loses its meaning. Thousands of people died without a sound or memory. In the midst of all these miracles and tribulations, in the midst of this death pillow, in the midst of this lamentation and groaning, in the midst of the smoke and dust, in the midst of this burning and plundering, there is only one person walking alone in the clouds. Every moment he was a little taller, a little bigger, every moment he was a little more terrible, he was more like the giant spirit, he could almost cover the sky, and his falling figure would cover all light; And this person is Bai Yanhu's cousin, Bai Yanbiao, who fled to another country back then.

All the victorious armies were on standby, just waiting for him to nod. Riotous militias came from all directions, and the people of the cities and villages flocked to him everywhere, from the Ili River valley to the northern edge of Xinjiang, and everywhere was in flames. The unrest spread to all parts of the territory. The leader of the rebels grew in strength and power. There are not many people in history who dare to meet the soldiers of the Great Qian Empire, and even the most powerful opponent of the year has more troops than half of the troops under his current command. Even if the king of Hami raised troops to prepare for war, he did not have many elite soldiers and fierce generals like him. The scale of the storm was beyond all expectations. Its weight is so powerful that even Bai Yanbiao himself didn't realize it at the beginning, he couldn't understand why he could fly so high. Here he is still swearing that he is doing justice, upholding the traditions of the Shari'a, and being loyal to his people, but he does not know that it is he himself who has trampled all these false feelings and empty words under his feet and made him worthless, and it is precisely because of his growing power and army that his stubborn self has become more and more ruthless and unheard of. Right and wrong, good and evil, justice and cruelty, the understanding of all this is confused in Bai Yanbiao's heart, and everything is only dependent on his personal grudges and his personal interests. Even he had to argue with the sun, and if the sun did not give him the sun to shine as he needed, he would make it disrespectful to him personally. People and things, and even the whole world, the measure he uses is this "self-seeking". Whoever obeys him is good, and whoever turns against him is sin. In spite of all his hypocrisy and cunning, the rebel leader has cloned his theory of "solipsism" with a cloak of faithfulness, but this cloak is full of flaws. All of Bai Yanbiao's sins come from this theory. And his so-called "good deeds and good deeds" were also born from this. If he knows how to repay his opponents, and deal with them with boundless cruelty and boundless tyranny, then he also understands that everything that is kind and righteous to him, even if it is not out of consciousness, he must repay virtue with goodness and virtue. This kind of small good is used to eliminate big evil.

However, as long as he gets drunk all of a sudden, then he can even throw away a thousand "good deeds". The nameless fire can make him roar like an ox, the corners of his mouth salivate, and he would rather be sad afterwards, but at this moment he will issue the next bloody military order. This is the case, almost proportional to his success, and the greater his achievement, the more frequent his drunkenness becomes, and the greater his achievement, the more anxious and restless he becomes. It seems that victory has soared him to such a high peak, so high that even he himself does not dare to settle for his position. His power amazes others as well as himself. He felt the hand of the great riot, tugging at him, holding him, and placing him on the merciless rapids of lightning, where he did not know where to go, where he did not know. Where is the front? Where is the end? This unruly "Dungan" warrior has no idea at all.

He astrological questioning, opening his eyes wide, predicting the future, but there is nothing else in front of him. What about the future? What will happen? From time to time, a terrifying uneasiness arose in his heart, which made him involuntarily creepy.

Bai Yanbiao understands that the biggest problem of the Great Qian Empire is that she has great power, but she doesn't know this power, let alone how to use this power. Who can guess that once the catastrophe comes, the destruction of the country and the death of the family are close at hand, and the cliffs are unfolded, then the various disadvantages of the Great Qian Empire: quarrels of words, internal disharmony, personal favors, the tilting of the powerful, trivial matters, empty talk in the temple, a plate of scattered sand, the emperor has no power, will not be revived because of self-encouragement? If this is the case, then just the warriors of the family will go into battle, and they will be covered with wilderness. Then even if he Bai Yanbiao ordered the Russian Tsar and the Turkish Sultan to support and assist him, he would inevitably be pressed into powder. At the thought of this, despair raged in his heart like a whirlwind.

The Russians, like him, are also clearly aware of the sleeping power of the Great Qian Empire.

Bai Yanbiao also understood that although the Great Qian Empire had many shortcomings, once she decided to resist, it would be very powerful. At that time, such a discordant, chaotic, and scattered empire fought against the most terrible and terrible waves of Agubo Burke's emptiness, and as a result, Aguba's country was like a wave fighting on a cliff, and it was broken and bleeding. The defeat of Agubo and his sons, Bai Yanbiao almost saw it with his own eyes. Even at the moment when the Great Qian Empire was winning and weakening, the empire had planted the dragon flag on the capitals of other countries more than once. Now that the Empire is facing a life-and-death decision, when the Empire is desperate, her desperate resistance will be released, isn't that right? In view of this, every victory becomes a new danger for Bai Yanbiao, because it will accelerate the awakening of the sleeping lion. Therefore, each victory is enough to arrange a defeat for him in the future. And every time he was intoxicated on the surface, he was bitter to the bottom of his heart every time. Follow the storm of the Fenbu people, and the Empire's punishing storm will come. Bai Yanbiao seemed to be able to hear the muffled roar from afar. Look, from the densely populated Central Plains, the groups of Boxia warriors are about to rush to the battlefield. They don't lack anything, all they need is a wise commander.

Bai Yanbiao captured the generals of the cadres and horses, but this good fortune was lurking in a fatal crisis. It is true that the generals of all the troops and horses of the cadres stationed in Xinjiang are all warriors who can fight and are accustomed to fighting, but none of them can be called a wise commander who meets the needs of the situation in this extremely difficult time of riots, terror, and strange disasters. And the only person who can be such a leader, it seems that there is only one person, and that is Lin Yiqing.

The Ili general Jin Shun was killed, Liu Jintang, the governor of Xinjiang, and his 4,000 pro-army were also chopped into pulp, and most of their generals and officers were prisoners of war, so the natural choice seemed to inevitably fall on Lin Yiqing's head. Bai Yanbiao, like everyone's general opinion, has no doubts about this. The Russians had also told him to be careful of this man.

What's next? He didn't know, and the Russians didn't tell him this time.

He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and raised his glass again.

The canons were not allowed to drink alcohol, but wasn't the great "cripple Timur" drunk to death?

Drink it! Drink it!

Cen Chunxuan quietly walked through the square.

It was not easy to cross the square at once, as it was crowded with hordes of rebel soldiers and rioters. People on both sides of the square were cooking their own food to eat and drink. People mingled with the big gang of blind singers who came from all directions, singing songs, praising the "great victories" and their "heroic" leaders. But between the iron retorts used to cook those meals, the bodies of slain Bo and Xia women lay on the ground. It is on these bodies, in the evening, that the fanatics hold their revelry parties. In addition, the severed heads of the dead and wounded soldiers were made into pyramids. Both the human body and the skull have begun to decay, emitting a terrible stench. But for all this, the crowd in the square did not feel any discomfort. The recklessness of the rebels, the destruction of the city, and the scars everywhere. The doors and windows of the houses were torn off, and the square was scattered and scattered with thousands of various objects, mixed with human hair, straw, and mess everywhere. Under the eaves of the houses, hanged men, most of whom were Xia people, were "decorated". Here, there, laughing people are clutching dead people's feet and swinging for fun.

On the other side of the square, there are black ruins of burned houses, as well as the ruins of the Qianguo Office. The embers of the ruins are still hot, the residual smoke is still rising, and the smoke and fire are scorching, diffusing the space. On the other side of the ruins of the house is the prisoner-of-war camp of the dry army. A large number of prisoners of war were held by the Fen soldiers. The captives, some from the vicinity of Turks, some from the vicinity of Nalati, and some from the vicinity of Aksu, did not have time to escape, or those who did not die under the swords and axes of the mob became prisoners of war. Some of the prisoners of war were soldiers, and they were taken prisoner in several battles. Many of them were townspeople in the area, who were unable or unwilling to collude with the rebels and thus became prisoners of war. Among the aristocratic prisoners of war, some had their own domains, some were newly fiefdomed by the Qianguo government, and some were independent land operators. There were also exiled officials of all ranks, small landowners in the countryside, wealthy men and women in the countryside, and even children. In many places, the men defected to the rebels, and in return, the soldiers burned down their houses and took away their wives and concubines. It's just that in such a turbulent and difficult time, people's desires are rampant, and people's hearts have become wild, and no one cares about this kind of thing, and no one cares about it. The rioters took up knives and guns, threw down their cottages, and left their wives and children. So their wives took away from others, and they went to rob other people's people, and even got better women than before, because they were all Xia women. When they got tired of their charms, they killed them or sold them to the Kazakhs. Many of these prisoners of war were young widows of the Wu'er and Xia tribes, three or four, strung with a rope with the noble ladies and young grandmothers.

Seeing so many people in the prisoner camp, Cen Chunxuan's heart was shaken. A thirst for revenge rose in my heart. The men, dressed in rags and half-naked, laughed shamefully at the bored mobs, who shoved and shoved, banged and beaten, or forced to kiss the maidens with their disgusting mouths. And the crowd in the square was curiously watching. These poor women, lost in their souls, have forgotten the past, and have no opinions. Some are crying, some are resisting loudly, some are glaring, pulling their heads, obeying everything, and doing whatever they are told to do. Here, there, from among some prisoners of war, there were screams. Prisoners of war who fight against them will be killed. So the whistling of the whip and the sound of punishment were heard from time to time, accompanied by the cry of pain and the cry of children, and the roar of the ox and the neighing of the horse, which sounded throbbing to the heart. The loot had not yet been sorted and cleaned up, and was scattered everywhere. The wagons, the horses, the oxen, the camels, the sheep, the women, the men, the piles of stolen clothes, the utensils, the sharp weapons, all these things, were crammed into this huge prisoner-of-war camp, waiting to be arranged. Then, the newcomers came to the prisoner of war camp and let them see the mountains of belongings piled up here. Some, drunk with marquet or wine, got drunk, went mad, and some wore strange clothes, and some even wore women's dresses, and began to quarrel and quarrel and curse with each other over the question of who belonged to a certain stolen goods. The Kazakh shepherds who accompanied the army sat on the ground and had fun among the cattle. Some were playing the sharp flute, some were rolling the dice, some were fighting with sticks, and the herds of sheepdogs followed their masters, barking fiercely and howling complainingly.

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