The ancient city walls are in dilapidated condition, and the tattered flags have fallen to the ground.

The city was breached, and the billowing smoke covered the blue sky and white clouds. The ashes carried by the hot air after burning were scattered and falling. The ruins of the wall revealed half of the dark charcoal. I covered my mouth and nose with cotton cloth, unable to block the thick smoke, and I coughed...

Crying and sobbing, the surviving people dug out the bodies of their loved ones from the collapsed houses.

The charred remains were still struggling in the burned ruins. The dark and broken earth walls collapsed and buried the ruins. The old ox carts creaked and pulled the bodies full of corpses to the mass graves outside the city.

I don’t know whose civet cat squatted in front of the collapsed house and waited quietly...

The big yellow dog snuggled tightly in the arms of the elderly man for a sense of security. The old man looked at the remains of his family members beside him, and muddy tears silently slid down his old cheeks. After one night, he and the old dog were the only ones left in the house...

The state city was captured, and the army under the warlord king lost control after the city was breached.

The city was in chaos, with crazy soldiers looting gold and silver everywhere. The gangsters and gangsters took advantage of the chaos to kill people, set fires, and insult women. It took a whole day and night to be quelled by the army that invaded the city. The palace was broken into, and the prince drew his sword and killed himself. The other dignitaries seized the door.

He fled and the whole city lost order.

The young general once had a look of vicissitudes of determination on his face as he rode into the city.

The sound of horses' hooves made the city dead silent. All he saw was sadness, despair and numbness. The horses seemed not to like the strong smell of smoke and ashes snorting in the city.

There are cavalrymen behind them holding a flag high with the word "flame" written on it.

Next to the young general was a Chunyang disciple wearing a white Taoist robe, carrying a sword box and rarely speaking.

"After three months of siege, the city was breached in one day. More than 20,000 people died. Countless houses were burned down and collapsed. I don't know how many wells were contaminated by debris and filled with debris, making the water undrinkable."

"Am I right or wrong to do this?"

He felt confused. He once swore to overthrow the tyrannical king in order to protect the town and the villagers. Now that he had done it, he found that it was a road of death and blood. There were fewer and fewer people following him out of the town, and more and more strangers.

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It took him more than two years to become a warlord king, and he saw many lives and deaths.

He is not from a wealthy family who is used to stepping on other people's heads, nor is he even a noble. He is just an ordinary citizen who has read books and has some strength. If he were an elite child from a wealthy family, he would definitely not care how many people died. Different backgrounds and different values.

, some people naturally consider themselves superior and ignore ordinary people, although they are also ordinary.

The Chunyang disciple next to him sighed and fell silent. There are some things that practitioners cannot participate too much in.

For example, in this battle, if monks participated, no one would survive. The power of the spells and moves was beyond the ability of ordinary people to bear. You can refer to the battle against demons that year, where many people died.

After holding it in for a long time, Chunyang disciple burst out with a sentence.

"If you don't like chaos, then kill all those who create chaos and create a peaceful world."

The words are rough but the reason is not rough. If you don't kill those warlords and princes, how can the world be peaceful? Don't use too many high-sounding excuses. Killing them directly is the simplest and most effective way. You can't expect those powerful families to repent and serve the people wholeheartedly.

This is how the world works. Kill a group of powerful families to cultivate another group, and wait until the country collapses and the new emperor rises to kill another group and repeat.

Before the industry develops to a certain level, all people, including wealthy families, are historical leeks.

"Yeah, I can only kill..."

As I was walking, I suddenly saw a young monk before arriving at the palace.

The disciples of the Western religion sat on the streets piled with corpses and chanted sutras for salvation. The monks' robes were clean and spotless, just like heavenly beings who had fallen into the mortal world. The sound of murmuring sutras made people feel calm and peaceful.

The Chunyang disciple curled his lips and didn't bother to look. He had become accustomed to this kind of trick after seeing it too many times. When combined with the Calming Mantra, the effect was amazing.

The young general stopped out of curiosity, and the Chunyang disciple closed his eyes and turned a blind eye.

"Master, why are you here?"

The young and handsome Western disciple stopped chanting sutras and slowly opened his eyes. He made enough gestures, stood up unhurriedly, put his hands together and saluted the general.

"There are countless resentful souls in the city who refuse to leave. The young monk can't bear the souls of the dead to fall into the sea of ​​misery. He will be transformed and return to bliss early."

"Master benevolence and righteousness."

The general saluted him, and when he was in a low mood, he happened to meet an eminent man who had compassion and admiration for him.

The Chunyang disciple next to him curled his lips. He couldn't bear the suffering of the people. If you didn't take action earlier, the war was stalemate and you hid in the distance to watch the fun. Then you came to pity the dead afterwards. It was really boring.

The two sides exchanged pleasantries for a while. The young general had a good impression of this kind young Western disciple and invited him to assist the army. The young monk readily agreed.

Western religions also began to catch the big fish of the Human Emperor, waiting to reap their merits and fortunes, and Chunyang Palace did not stop them.

Some benefits cannot be taken by oneself. As long as the Central Plains can be restored, the biggest goal is. The south is a Western religious force. If you want to unify the mountains and rivers as soon as possible, you need the help of Western religious envoys. The two sides have grudges, but they cannot undermine each other on this matter.

The former palace was renovated. The young general, his colleagues and two practitioners from different sects walked into the palace. The palace was the last place of the battle. There were still brown blood stains on the corners and doorposts that could not be washed away. Fortunately, the palace did not

The newly built mansion was destroyed by fire, and from then on it became the center of power under the banner of Yan.

The young general got along with the young Western disciple for a long time and he became his confidant.

It's very simple. Chunyang disciples have a cold and indifferent temperament and are not good at communicating with others. Western disciples are easy to get along with. One is cold and the other is kind and talkative. It is easy to draw conclusions from anyone who gets close to them.

The strange thing is that the disciples of the two religions did not fight.

Unifying the Central Plains does not happen overnight. A new force is steadily expanding and rising. At the same time, a new civilization is being born outside the Central Plains...

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The Jiao King's territory became larger.

Since the internal rebellion, Yunyao Ancient Village has greatly reduced its strength and territory, giving up a small part to Bai Yujun. Among them, many Jiuli Mountain residents have directly defected to the holy beast. Bai is very happy. The breeding industry that supplies food for the monster army can

Expanded again.

A certain dragon was thinking that since the white tribe gave away part of their territory to celebrate his becoming the demon king, would the black tribe also have a special intention in this beautiful time?

If it is yours, no one can take it away. If it is not yours, you can take it away.

It just so happened that the Kurobe village that had been destroyed by the poison zombies had not recovered at all. The other villages had resisted monsters and saw a demon king was born next to them, so they simply retreated and left part of the buffer zone.

In addition, there are some unclaimed lands in the surrounding areas that have been occupied by a certain dragon and have been pieced together and expanded several times.

Although the territory is not as large as that of other demon kings, it is enough for now. It will be expanded when the strength of the demon beast army in the territory increases, and when the demon beasts and human gathering areas move closer to the rivers that are more suitable for development, the workshops will be expanded to increase the number of craftsmen.

Workshops and craftsmen are where Bai Yujun spends the most effort. He selects a large number of snake demons who like to create and make and trains them carefully. From basic arithmetic to geometric physics, he writes teaching materials. Fortunately, the new snake demons are illiterate, including those who stay in the territory.

The craftsmen are also illiterate. Literacy is a tool used by the powerful families in the Central Plains to rule, and ordinary people cannot learn it.
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