I don’t know how long it took, but Li Xiao woke up and turned around. It was completely dark, and the village was full of firelight. Li Xiao wanted to move, but all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart, and he couldn’t move his fingers. It was night.

The cold wind was very cold, but Li Xiao's heart was even colder.

The sister who loved him the most died, and he didn't know what happened to his parents, brothers and sisters in Zhuangzi. Li Xiao stared at the starry sky like a curtain with his big eyes. The river slowly rose and gradually covered his face.

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One night seemed to last a hundred years. It finally dawned and the Tatar soldiers left Zhuangzi. There were many packages on the war horses. Sister Xiao Cui's newly embroidered red dress was extremely bright in the noon sun.

Li Xiao stood up with trembling legs and staggered to the shore. He sat on a stone and gasped for air.

His eyes were staring straight at the mountains in the distance, and he couldn't help but be in a daze, because at this time, Li Xiao was no longer the Li Xiao before. Although before, he was also called Li Xiao.

I scratched my head and couldn't figure it out. As a member of Zhu Rihe's Blue Army special forces, he was obviously on a mission in Inner Mongolia, but a mortar shell fell next to him. How did he end up here? The explosive power of the mortar

He knew in his heart, could it be that the cannon was collapsing on the gate of time and space?

As a staunch atheist, this is very unscientific!

Hawking may be able to explain this problem, but this old guy is already dead. There is no one in the world to explain it. Looking at the ancient clothes on his body, Li Xiao has no choice but to face the reality of his time travel.

There have been so many novels, movies and TV shows about time travel. Li Xiao remembers that the most powerful one is Xiang Shaolong. Not only did he become a successful person after time travel, but he also had a lot of beauties in Baifumei. In the end, he succeeded

A cheap son is still Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu. How majestic and majestic that is!

Then there’s Yang Ling. Back in the Ming Dynasty, he could still be a prince without his surname being Zhu. His wife took a lot of money, and the emperor became his brother-in-law. I’m so envious of him!

In the worst case, we should imitate Yun Ye. He had several wives and a fortune of tens of millions. In the end, he lived to become an ancestor and became the Duke of Chu in the Tang Dynasty. To be honest, Li Chengqian became his brother. Before time travel, "Tang Brick" was Li Xiao's most popular movie.

There is no one way to describe my favorite book.

Xiang Shaolong is a special soldier, and he is also a special soldier. Logically speaking, the treatment should be similar, but look at the arms like chicken legs and the legs like numb poles. With a fourteen-year-old body with such virtue, it is not difficult at all to put an egg on the collarbone and touch the navel with the backhand.

This is so fucking sorry for me, right? I think I put in a lot of effort to develop those two bowls of eight pieces and those thick biceps. Now if I say no, it’s just fucking gone?

God!

Open your titanium dog eyes and let’s do it!

They are both special forces, so why is the gap so big?

There are some miscellaneous memories in my head like a movie. A young girl, loving parents, naughty younger siblings, and a harmonious village are completely the growth experience of a young man.

"This is the Ming Dynasty?" Through these memories, Li Xiao knew the environment and dynasty he was in. He looked around blankly and muttered.

I staggered to the body of my sister Li Xiangxiu! After driving away the annoying crows, my sister's body was covered with horse hoof marks. I don't know how many bones were broken by trampling on it, and the whole chest collapsed. This is a person with no blood.

Theoretically speaking, this person is no longer Li Xiao's sister. But Li Xiao felt sad from the bottom of his heart. This was definitely influenced by the original owner of the body.

I found my sister's head, but her eyes were still open. "Sister...! Although you are not my sister, you are really good to me." The convoluted words came out of Li Xiao's mouth, and he knew this from his memory.

His elder sister loved her younger brothers and sisters very much. As a soldier of the Republic, he could not tolerate the slaughter of his own compatriots by foreign races. He clenched his hands into fists and was scratched with sharp stones until blood dripped.

He found a lot of branches and hay to cover up his sister's body. No matter what, the Han people would eventually be buried in peace. Li Xiao planned to find a hoe or something and dig a hole to bury the body. But he didn't expect that there would be a need in the village.

More bodies were buried.

The houses in the village were smoking, and many houses were still burning. Wu's sister-in-law was hung naked and upside down from an old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and her stomach was cut open. Her intestines were flowing all over her head and face, and a body was lying on the ground next to her.

The red child-shaped flesh can already be vaguely seen.

Mr. Wu had turned into a ball of coke, his eyes were burned into black holes, and there was still smoke lingering on his head. He was sitting against the wall, his mouth wide open.

Li Xiao didn't dare to look any further and ran home in a hurry. He was very worried about his family. His youngest sister Xiaoyu was still so young. When he was passing by the threshing floor, he saw Sister Xiaocui tied to the grinder of the threshing floor.

He was naked. There was a pool of dark blood on his lower body, which was covered with flies. His wide-open mouth was filled with horse dung.

There were corpses everywhere in the village, and there was a choking smell everywhere. Li Xiao ran home like crazy. There was a big hole in his father's chest, exposing the white bones, and the blood had condensed into black. He leaned against the wall.

Sitting there, still holding the sickle in his hand. My mother's head was at the door, but her body was in the yard.

Born in New China and raised under the red flag, Li Xiao had only seen such scenes of massacre in pictures. Now the tragic scene reappeared before his eyes, and the visual impact was by no means comparable to those pictures. The air was filled with the smell of barbecue.

Taste, Li Xiao knew it was the smell of roasted human meat.

Nurhachi was a hero of his generation, and many historians in later generations praised him. He was also made into a TV series, depicting him as a great emperor. Some people also say that he represented advanced and progressive forces. He attacked the corrupt Ming Dynasty and created a great foundation for the Ming Dynasty.

He has made outstanding contributions to historical development and so on.

But what Li Xiao saw before his eyes was not progress and development. Li Xiao only saw looting, killing and destruction.

Li Xiao didn't know what the great historical significance was. He only understood that wherever the Jurchens' cavalry passed, there was no advanced productivity and no national product index. There was no economy and trade, only corpses strewn in front of him, broken roof tiles, everywhere.

The corpses. Farmland turned into wasteland, civilians turned into slaves!

Those directors who praise the Jurchen Tatars and fill the screen with braided dramas should really come and take a look. Let them go under the Tatar sabers and experience for themselves the civilization and progress they talk about!

There is no difference between the wounded soul under the sword and the proud soul on the saddle. All lives should be equal. Since a woman owes a debt with blood, it can only be repaid with blood.

"Huzi, Haozi, Xiaoyu!" Li Xiao yelled with all his strength, but no one answered. He searched in front of and behind the house, looking at the burning house. Li Xiao couldn't even cry!
Chapter completed!