Chapter 115: A letter is presented to the master, and Mohists are requested to come quickly (please subscribe and vote for monthly tickets)

Yuzhou.

A former majestic Dayue Pass.

The weather was gloomy and dry, and even the air was churning.

In the summer, there is a lot of rain, and it seems particularly heavy in this land that borders Daqing.

It is the most depressing and hot before the wind and rain come, as if something is pressing on the heart, making it difficult to breathe freely for a long time, and making people feel upset.

Sweat will slide down the cheeks and forehead, and occasionally accidentally drip onto the lips, and you can feel a hint of hot and salty taste spreading out, which does not taste good.

However, now these people in the city no longer have to worry about the excessive rain and unbearable temperatures in summer.

Because there are not many people still alive.

“Tap tap.”

Soldiers wearing feathers on their heads walked through the streets.

The weather was too hot and the city had already belonged to them, so he had taken off his armor, revealing his strong arms. He was carrying a package with some bright red dots on it, and his footsteps sounded a little heavy.

The rain had not yet fallen, but the ground under my feet was covered with red mud.

After nearly ten days of fermentation, a particularly unpleasant smell has begun to spread in the city and will not dissipate for a long time.

I heard that the commander-in-chief Liu Xuanqi has ordered that all the bodies in the city be gathered together and burned. "Tsk, with so many people, how can they be burned?"

He thought.

As for digging pits, it was even more troublesome. These were all enemies, so why bother? Weren't the previous cities buried? Why should this city be buried?

If he were to tell it, it must be that the commander-in-chief Liu Xuanqi regretted his decision. He had looted enough, so he refused to let them plunder more! He deliberately used those lame excuses to hold back these low-level soldiers so that his personal soldiers could loot more!

"In this case, we must hurry up and find more. Then we can be the master when we return!"

Thinking of this, he weighed the package on his shoulder.

There came from inside a clear and pleasant sound, enough to make anyone mesmerized.

There were gold and silver, jade, calligraphy and paintings. Many things he had never seen in his life were now carried by him! This voice was really something he never got tired of hearing, and it filled him with strength.

Of course, in addition to these very precious things, there was also a little bit of insignificant, bright red drops of water that gently slid down with his movements and sank into the ground.

His eyes were scanning around like an eagle, and his ears were perked up, trying hard to pay attention to everything that was happening around him.

When I walked into a wealthy family's house, I suddenly heard some faint noises.

He was delighted and immediately rushed towards the place where the noise came from.

Unfortunately, someone was quicker than him.

When he arrived, he saw a soldier who also had bird feathers on his head, but the feathers were brighter than his, carrying a child who looked about eight or nine years old.

It seemed that the child had been hiding in the woodshed for a long time. At this moment, he still had a handful of raw rice in his hand. He must have been extremely hungry and came out to find something to eat.

“Where’s the money?”

He saw his companion pulling the child's clothes, his eyes were like those of evil spirits, and his voice was extremely cold.

The child was so frightened that he could not speak.

“Where’s the money?”

The man asked again, but still got no answer.

Then a long knife flashed by and one of the child's arms was chopped off.

A heart-wrenching cry of pain rose into the sky in the city, which had already become somewhat quiet.

But this is not abrupt, as the sound always occurs every once in a while, so it is nothing.

“Where’s the money?!”

the man asked for the third time.

The child who was crying almost crazily did not answer, but only shouted heartbreakingly: "Dad, Mom!"

The man finally lost his patience, threw the child to the ground, inserted a long knife into the heart, and stirred it gently.

The disgusting sound finally quieted down.

The man glanced at him and spat, "What a damn bad luck!"

Then he pushed him away and started looking for the next target.

"Tsk! Why are you so proud? The money you robbed might not be as much as mine!"

After the man walked away, he spat viciously.

He looked at the silent child on the ground and shrugged helplessly.

In fact, he doesn't really like killing people.

It’s okay to kill a few at the beginning, but what’s the point of killing them all the time?

Blood splattered on clothes, it's dirty! And it's sticky, so annoying.

But once he kindly let a man go, and that man was stopped by a companion in the blink of an eye. The companion just chopped off three fingers of that man, and that man took out a huge ball of silver!

That’s a lot of silver!!!

If he takes it home, he can add a few more cows!

You damn Dayue villain, I spared your life out of kindness but you didn’t pay me, now you give the money to others just by cutting off a few of their fingers!

You can't blame him for that! As expected, after learning this trick, his packages soon became more abundant.

At first I just wanted to buy a large piece of land.

Later I thought we could add a few more cows.

Since he already had land and cattle, why couldn't he have a big house? Those pig-like Dayue people could live in a nice attic, so why couldn't he?

Later he saw the wives and concubines of those officials.

That beauty was ten times more beautiful than the prettiest widow in the next village! No, no, no, a hundred times! Her skin felt softer than tofu, and her voice was much more pleasant than that of the old women in the countryside! But she died too quickly, and it was not satisfying enough.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as he gets enough money, he will definitely be able to marry a beautiful woman like those masters, who is a hundred times more beautiful than the most beautiful widow in the next village!

These are great ideas, but they all require money.

"We shouldn't have let that bastard get away!"

Every time he lost an opportunity to make money, he couldn't help but think of the huge amount of money he missed because of his momentary kindness.

What a pity! That should have been his!

We have to act quickly. There are not many people left in this city. If we don’t seize this opportunity to make some money, how will we live a good life in the future?

The steps rushing to the next place became faster and faster.

A pair of eyes watched all this quietly.

Many people think that the so-called massacre means killing all the people in a city.

If he was really killed with one knife, it would be a kind of relief.

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Unfortunately, the real massacre was far more cruel than that.

The soldiers were not murderous. Even if they really wanted to kill, killing a few or dozens of people would be enough. It would be tiring to keep killing people! Killing people didn't bring them any benefits, so why keep doing it?

Just by the way.

What they really care about is money.

A little silver can buy some rice.

A handful of silver can buy a lot of meat.

With a lot of money, you can consider buying a good house.

The soldiers were all quite poor, otherwise why would they fight for their lives at the lowest level with their belts tied around their necks?

So, in order to live a better life in the future, massacres in the city don't matter.

Finding money is important!

On the first day, the soldiers just came in groups, knocking on doors from house to house, and they would be content with giving some acceptable silver.

That was at the beginning, they hadn't tasted the flavor yet, but after killing a few people they could be said to be gentle.

Even some people who refuse to give money will only threaten with a knife but generally will not hurt anyone.

At this time, there were still many people in the city.

But by the second day, the money and property demanded was too little, so little that it was unbearable to look at.

There are only so many wealthy families in the city, how many people can they benefit from?

There are too many soldiers, and they cannot use weapons against each other. Once caught, they will be killed without mercy.

What else can we do?

There are too many monks and too little porridge. You are slowly asking for money and property. Others are covered with spoils, but you have two pockets? If you don't rob, others will; if you don't kill, others will.

Then let's kill them all! Facts have proven that directly threatening to kill and then actually carrying it out can gather the hidden property as quickly as possible.

Many people made a fortune by killing sprees the next day.

The soldiers who were slower to react, by the time they came to their senses, had almost completely destroyed the entire city.

But it doesn't matter, people are still alive! There are always people who dare to hide some, and they can get it out if they work hard.

Needless to say, gold, silver and treasures must be taken off, and women's beautiful clothes must also be taken off. If a child is wearing a silver chain, he or she will not be able to escape either. Scraping the ground three feet is the only thing to do.

By the third day, most people were really penniless, so they just tried every way they could to hide themselves, trying to hide it as well as possible.

Although the city is big, there are not many places to hide people.

Some of the original members of the group would even give out the safe people they had hidden in order to save their lives, or even take the initiative to look for them.

When they were unable to obtain satisfactory amounts of money, the soldiers would slaughter all the men and women of little beauty.

The remaining women who are quite pretty will be gathered together; they are also a kind of property.

Of course, don’t think that it is a blessing for them to be alive. What they have to face and experience is definitely not just the so-called carnal desires.

Only by witnessing all this with your own eyes can you perhaps understand what hell on earth is.

The owner of those eyes lowered his head and tremblingly took out a brush and paper from his arms.

No ink.

So he squatted down and tapped the ground lightly with the tip of the brush.

Writing quickly.

The red color was like cinnabar but brighter, and even had a deep purple tint. Words slowly emerged.

[.The two concubines had their hair loose and their bodies exposed, their feet were deep in the mud, one concubine was still holding a girl, the soldiers whipped her and threw her into the mud, and then drove her away. The women had long ropes tied around their necks, one after another like beads, they stumbled with every step, their bodies covered in mud; the ground was full of babies, some under the horses' hooves, some under people's feet, their livers and brains splattered on the ground, the fields filled with cries. They passed by a ditch or a pond, where corpses were piled up, their hands and feet resting on each other, their blood entering the water and turning it green and ochre, and then into five colors, the pond became flat.]

As he was writing, he paused.

How should all this end?

After hesitating for a moment, he continued writing without hesitation.

[There are no words to describe what I have seen and heard, so all my blood and tears are turned into a letter. ]

[This letter is presented to the great master. Mohists, please come quickly!!!]

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