Chapter 765

Anyang walk among them, did not cause anyone to notice.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Bodies were lying everywhere. The wooden houses around were burning. Some of them had been burnt into coke, only white smoke.

It seems that after the city gate was broken, the two sides fought again in the lane, and finally it was the victory of the old man Yiluo.

And it happened not long ago.

As for the victory

Anyang frowned involuntarily.

He can faintly sense the murderous intention that once existed in this city and the cruel despair that followed. Stop and close your eyes. It seems that you can still hear the roar of the whole city.

The jingle of weapons collision and the sound of sharp blade cutting into the body of both sides are totally different from the war in the film and television works. There is no exciting and magnificent melody, nor the heroic color of the fight between you and me and the general riding first. There are only a group of coarsely trained men, a group of peasants who have taken up arms, who are carrying out a killing with their lives.

Even in terms of skill, it is better than the fighting of ruffians and hooligans. The difference is just that the scale is bigger, crueler and bloodier. The loser will lose all!

When the attackers win, they begin to behave inhumanely towards the home that the defenders bet their lives on.

The losers were slaughtered, kneeling in rows and beheaded in unison. The blood spewed out, flowed down and fainted along the uneven slate street.

The intruder rushed in when he saw the house, killed when he saw the people and robbed when he saw the valuable things. Like an aggressor.

As for meeting women

The shrill cry seemed to linger in my ears, accompanied by the soldiers' shouting, laughing, beating and scolding, as well as the crazy roar. They, who were also fathers and husbands, had lost their humanity.

Anyang took a deep breath, got rid of distractions, continued to walk, carefully avoided the blood on the ground, and watched as he walked.

In fact, the real ancient city and the ancient costume play take quite different scenes from the major film and television cities. There are not so many courtyards and mansions, blue tiles and white walls, nor so many attics. More importantly, the houses that are neither good nor bad are arranged together. However, after being ravaged by a fire, there is only a piece of coke left for good or bad.

Occasionally I can smell the smell of scorching and meat, but it's disgusting to think that it's the corpses of civilians or soldiers in the house.

The fire sent out a high temperature. Ordinary people only walked around. The blood on the ground was bubbling.

Anyang walked into the inner city area, his eyes became cold immediately.

According to the bodies on the ground and the fire, the war should have ended yesterday. The civilians in the outer city have been gathered here. Some of them have been tied into a string of lashes. Some of them have been used by soldiers with iron swords and spears as targets for hand training. They are abused like pigs and dogs. In exchange for the happiness and laughter of these soldiers with cloth armour.

"Ha ha ha, pigs!"

"Kill, old dog, and I'll do it!"

"You come as soon as you come. I'm just tired!"

The harsh words resounded in my ears, and there were desperate eyes of civilians everywhere, shouting and screaming mixed together. And after a butcher, the slaughter continued.

There are some white bodies lying next to them. Some of the clothes were torn, some were cut in half; some were tied by thick hemp rope, some lost their vitality; some were only wearing coarse cloth and hemp clothes worn by ordinary women, some were wearing Luo clothes only by rich ladies or officials, and some were wearing more beautiful silk and light yarn, which is estimated to be the woman in the brothel.

Several rough and swarthy men were lurching on several bodies, laughing wildly. And the women whimpered and cried, but it didn't help.

Their bodies are covered with bruises or whiplash marks, and there are even signs of being burned.

It is obvious that they are not only suffering from defilement, but also more inhuman abuse, just to meet the needs of these people or become the means of rulers to control these animals.

"Damn it, dead!"

A man got up from a woman and threw away a hemp rope and picked up his pants.

Half of the women's clothes lying on the ground were bruised and bitten. The silver hairpin fell off. A black hair was scattered on the slate. The clothes were gorgeous. It seemed that she was also a lady of great status before the city broke, and she could see the pretty face of nearly 30 years old.

And her fatal injury was a bloodstain on her neck, which was apparently just scratched out by the scabby man with a hemp rope.

The man went back to his partner '! That's a big lady you didn't dare to look up when you were farming. I want to have a good time... "

The black man said, but suddenly found that the man in front of him was staring at his back, his eyes were dull.

"What..."

As soon as the black man turned around, he was stunned.

I don't know when a young man appeared in the empty place just now. He was dressed in a gray robe, like a sage among storytellers, but not like those immortals anyway.The man stood and stared at them, unarmed, but the most astonishing thing was his eyes, cold and indifferent.

"Who Who! "

Ten or so men quickly grabbed the iron knife and stood up to go to Anyang.

Only the first man didn't move, because only he could see that Anyang appeared there.

Anyang didn't speak. With a wave of his hand, a fire dragon rushed out of the burning house beside him, roaring and sweeping them around, and constantly narrowing the circle.

"Boom!"

The fire dragon roared with great momentum.

The men immediately screamed.

"What is this!"

"Goblin, it's goblin!"

"Let's rush out!"

"No, it's too hot. Once the knife touches it, it burns red. We made it from meat. It must have died in the past!"

Anyang's fire dragons are highly concentrated, controlling them from touching any of them, and the temperature is very high. It's not as simple as the house fire.

But the fire dragon is getting closer to these men, shrinking little by little, which leads to higher and higher temperature inside.

"No, it's hot!"

"I've lost all my skin. I'm going to be burned to death!"

"Spare your life, immortal master, spare your life!"

Several men dropped their iron knives and knelt down, just as the civilians and women did. But they still violence these people, Anyang nature will not let go.

"Ah!!!"

The screams were heard all the way.

Before long, there was no movement.

These people have become a scorched corpse in the little bit by bit of burning and torment, which can't be seen.

Anyang waved again, and the fire dragon swept by, devouring the dead bodies of civilians on the ground, and then, with a wave of his hand, untied the living people who were bound, he turned around silently.

"Immortal!" Suddenly several people stopped him. "There are ghost soldiers everywhere. What should we do now?"

"Hide first, and leave after dark."

"Immortal, can you..."

"No!"

Anyang replied firmly and walked away.

All the way forward, all the way is miserable.

He killed all the way!

At the beginning, Anyang let these soldiers die slowly in the torment with the heart of punishment. At last, he found that there were too many animals to torture, so he killed them directly!

He has seen the generals and officials in the city hoisted up and flogged, the women, their daughters and even their mothers humiliated in front of these big people, and the mud legged soldiers dragged the women out of the inner city from under the bed in the house and nailed their hands on the doorplate

For these, he is indifferent to each other, then ruthless killer, never leave them to survive in the world.

Gradually, the army panicked.

There are also infantry and archers under the command of the officers trying to encircle him, but the infantry have not yet approached him, archers have not yet pulled the bow, they were all killed by him!

Originally, he only passed through Jiazhou City, but it took him nearly two hours to walk through the city.

More bodies have been left in the city.

The army was almost killed and wounded.

Now it's almost dusk, the setting sun is like blood, the city standing in the fire behind is broken, the shabby leader's flag is inserted in the city head, a white robed figure slowly walks out, and the farther it goes.

There was a lurch of soldiers on the front of the city, watching the figure, speechless, but slightly open mouth.

The shadow of the man was drawn long, as if step by step toward the sunset, and his body also melted into the bloody light.

In fact, the cruelty of war is far beyond people's expectation.

Especially when there is no bottom line.

In the history of China, including the real world, even the most impressive Anti Japanese war in modern times, when it is read, will bite the teeth of the war of resistance, but in fact, it is not the most tragic aggression in the orthodox dynasties of China. There are more and more inhumane historical events of the dead.

What five kinds of chaos, Nvzhen southward, Mongolia nanshou, the Qing army entry, and so on, are cruel and unusual.

Nanjing Massacre is the wound of our whole life, which is naturally worth remembering forever. But in a word, there are also the inhuman war massacres such as Yangzhou 10th and Jiading 3rd massacre.

As far as Yizhou is concerned, there were 16 million people in Yizhou when Mongolia went south. The ancient Shu culture reached its peak, but after more than ten years of war, the population was less than one million.

The whole province was slaughtered.

When the Qing army entered Nanming, the whole territory was occupied. Yizhou was also massacred. There were six million people left, six hundred thousand and nine empty rooms.

This is an exaggerated idiom!

On the 10th of Yangzhou, the Qing army killed the civilian women by nailing their hands to the door, never treating them as human beings.

The shame of Jingkang, including the wives and daughters of the great officials of the dynasty, the brothel prostitutes, the harem concubines, the princess and even the empress were taken to the kingdom of Jin and defiled wantonly by the rough Han people.The golden body is reduced to grass.

The difference is whether people are willing to torture their hearts.

So from the perspective of foreigners, they may think that the reason why we treat the Anti Japanese War, Nanjing Massacre and other special treatment is that those historical events have gradually gone away, and the war of aggression against China is near at hand. The second reason is that most of the massacres and abusers in history have become part of the Chinese nation, which is not easy to remember revenge, while the Japanese army is still at large, waiting for us to revenge

Of course, we certainly won't recognize it.

After all, this is a feud! Since it happened in our time, we should live and pay for it with blood!

We will revenge after all.

It's far away.

Anyang is thinking about people's hearts at this time.

These people used to have families, wives and children. They should be able to understand the humiliation of their wives and children better than anyone else. Why did they become such a crazy murderer?

What devoured their human nature and transformed them from a living person to something worse than a zombie?

For example, in this massacre, or in the 10th day of Yangzhou, the invaders killed at the sight of others, which was not different from the zombies' bite at the sight of others. Even more! At least the zombie will not drag people out of the well hidden cellar, at least the zombie will not insult you in all ways to satisfy the abnormal desire, or insult your wife, daughter or mother in front of you.

What's the difference between robbers, murderers, and corpses on the road and the end of the world.

No, this is the end.

No one has stipulated that only a zombie can be called the end of the day.

People can also lead to the end.

No wonder there are revelations in the Bible. Even the creator can't stand the darkness he created.

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