Shenyang suburbs,
"Beast stuff, hurry up and bring everything into the car!"
"quick!"
Accompanied by the unheard shouts, whips fell down one after another.
Yan Yingyuan gritted his teeth, endured the stinging pain of the whip, and carried the heavy wooden box that was completely disproportionate to his thin body. His eyes were already dead silent, but the deep resentment in his eyes also proved that he was not tortured to death like other slaves.
After putting down the wooden box that was overwhelmed by him, Yan Yingyuan couldn't help but look at the south. He was not those slaves who could not read big words and knew nothing.
He naturally knew that the Jurchen beast who captured him as a slave was that he hurriedly wanted to pack up his property because the army of Daheng Shanhai had already captured Liao Town and was facing the Later Jin Dynasty. He was so anxious that he wanted to take refuge in nearby Chenyang!
"Punish his clan...destroy his species..."
Thinking of these six words, Yan Yingyuan couldn't help but tremble!
If it were in the past, he would have sneered at it, and even said that he would gather with friends, speak loudly and rebuke this barbaric behavior.
But, when he was captured in the Later Jin Dynasty, he became a slave from a noble scholar to a slave, his relatives and friends died tragically, suffered a lot, and witnessed countless miserable scenes. He... how could he still have any naiveness!
He wished he could eat his flesh and drink his blood!
"Hurry up, slower, I'll kill you!"
Just a moment of thought, a whip fell on his body again, and the heart-wrenching pain poured into his heart. Yan Yingyuan had no slight fluctuation in his expression. He knew that if the army of mountains and seas entered the Later Jin Dynasty, the troops would definitely point directly to Chenyang as soon as possible. Under the premise of surrounding Chenyang, they would inevitably send troops to sweep away the towns around Chenyang.
When he was dying about the great revenge he was repaid, it would soon come.
At this moment, as if God had sensed Yan Yingyuan's expectation, the rumbling sound of horse hooves suddenly came to an extremely clear sound.
Immediately afterwards, there were terrifying wails and panics, and a powerful shout followed by a clear sound of shouting and shouting.
"The old rules, except for the Han people, everyone else, regardless of age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, age, is
At the end of the street, the Daheng Black Dragon Flag was fluttering and flying. The iron cavalry wearing armor and holding sharp arms charged and on the street, one by one, a wave of blood rushes down.
"I have been tolerating you for a long time!"
At this moment, Yan Yingyuan could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and rushed away, throwing the Jurchen man who had been exploiting him as a beast for several years to the ground, as if he was crazy and was hit hard.
But, the literati were weak, and with more than a year of inhuman torture, in just a moment, Yan Yingyuan was pushed to the ground by the enemy, pulled out his short knife, and stabbed him with one knife.
"My life is over!"
Yan Yingyuan stared at the falling blade unwillingly, trying to resist, but was held down and unable to move at all.
"court death!"
At this moment, there was a sudden shout. Then, a blade fell from the sky, and blood splattered Yan Yingyuan's face, pressed down his majestic body, and collapsed weakly on him.
"Hanmin?"
Zhang Mo, the general of Zhongwu Camp, rode his horse with a knife and asked.
"I am Yan Yingyuan, a native of Tongzhou. I first traveled to the border last year. I was knocked on the border by Mongolia and wrapped around me. Then I tossed and turned, and finally came here..."
"Scholars?"
Zhang Mo raised his eyebrows, as if he was interested.
"The general has good eyesight, Yan Mouxu has the reputation of scholar..."
Hearing this, Zhang Mo became more interested and waved his hand. Then, a soldier came with his horse.
Zhang Mo asked: "Can you ride a horse?"
"meeting."
Yan Yingyuan nodded immediately.
"Then get on the horse and follow me!"
Seeing this, Yan Yingyuan was not embarrassed and struggled to turn over the horse. As soon as he sat firmly, he threw a set of armor over.
"The sword has no eyes, put it on!"
The wide armor was undoubtedly quite funny when he was put on Yan Yingyuan's thin body. At this time, no one seemed to care about this. Yan Yingyuan held the sword tightly, his pale face was red with excitement, and his body trembled a little.
"Punish his clan and destroy his seeds!"
"Except for the Han people, no matter men, women, young and old, no one will be left!"
The general shouted loudly and rode his horse. The iron cavalry penetrated the town. The blade fell, the muskets fired, and the endless blood completely enveloped the town around Shenyang.
It was not until the sunset that the nearly dehumanized killing stopped. The entire town, except for the Han slaves who were sent to the town, could no longer see a living person.
Plough the courtyard and sweep the caves!
Kill the clan and destroy the seeds!
After these six short words are fully implemented, they will be a rare bloody thing in history!
The lonely city of Jinzhou, the Later Jin Dynasty was empty, and tens of thousands of troops in Shanhai Town galloped unimpeded on this Liaodong land.
At the beginning, it was limited to military force and could not be swept on a large scale, but when the Zhongwu Camp and the Northern Zhili Guards arrived in Liaodong, the bloody killing began.
This time, there is no regulation that cannot disturb the people or harm the people.
There is no so-called humanitarianism in this era.
This time, compared with previous dynasties, the strategy of treating foreign races when they were strong is even more cruel!
Plough the courtyard and sweep the caves!
Kill the clan and destroy the seeds!
A complete action of genocide!
From Jinzhou, this cruel military order has been issued.
If you are not Han people, you will kill them!
Endless blood also completely enveloped this land of Liaodong.
Tens of thousands of troops were rampant and slaughtering throughout Liaodong, slaughtering villages and towns, and cities everywhere!
Wherever the troops reach is the massacre without any scruples!
"What's wrong, are you scared?"
In the bloody situation, the soldiers and generals rested. Zhang Mo turned his head and looked at the thin Yan Yingyuan beside him and asked.
"Not afraid!"
Yan Yingyuan shook his head and grinned: "It's very refreshing!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Zhang Mo immediately smiled: "Not bad!"
"Are you interested in joining the army? You are a scholar and you will be treated preferentially in the army."
Yan Yingyuan was a little moved, but in the end, he shook his head.
"Why, do you look down on these Qiu Bas in this general?"
Zhang Mo's expression suddenly looked a little unfair.
"The general misunderstood. Yan's father left his order and only hoped that Yan would be in high school. Yan did not dare to let his father down..."
Hearing this, Zhang Mo's face looked a little better, but in his words, he obviously lost the appreciation he had just now and became a little unfamiliar.
If you don’t want to be a warrior, you will be a literati.
These martial artists have no good impression of literati!
Either drag your legs or stab the knife in the back, causing trouble, and now, most of the rebellion in the court...
Otherwise, these literati would make trouble and the situation in the world would be so in such a state.
Literary, it’s not as good as bullshit!
Chapter completed!