"The fleet has docked! The Flying Fish Guards will follow me ashore to meet the enemy!"

Tu Baishou shouted an order, his rough voice breaking through the biting cold wind and ringing in the ears of everyone in Feiyu Guard.

"Meet the enemy!"

"Flying Fish Guards come ashore to meet the enemy!"

The order was passed, and the Feiyu Guard's fleet soon became agitated.

But even if the order was given in advance to sleep on the bed and wear armor, chaos was still inevitable.

When everyone was in panic and before they could figure out what was happening, a fireball flying high into the sky roared and crashed into the fleet.

"Boom!"

"Boom~~"

A fireball as big as a washbasin hit the deck of the Beijing fleet in the middle section, smashing directly through it. Kerosene exploded from it, and a raging fire immediately ignited.

A shrill scream immediately erupted from the cabin.

The fireball hit from the woods on one side. Although the aim was poor and most of it fell into the river, three ships were still hit.

And this was just the beginning, as more than a dozen fireballs rose into the sky and roared down again.

"Fly attack!"

Tu Baishou was furious, jumped off the boat with a roar, and rushed towards the mountain forest.

…

This was by no means a fierce battle.

When Tu Baishou led more than two hundred Feiyu Guards into the forest, not too deep, they saw a large group of "White Lotus thugs" in ragged clothes with yellow faces and muscles. They were crowded together, holding various farm tools, including hoes.

There were more than a thousand people carrying dung forks, long-handled hatchets, sharpened bamboo poles, and shoulder poles with frightened expressions on their faces.

Many of them were busy operating trebuchets, and the scene was noisy. It didn't look like an army, but more like a group of beggars.

Several white lotus demons wearing yellow scarves shouted loudly, ordering the "thugs" to speed up. A dozen simple trebuchets slowly lowered their spring rods under the twisting of the windlass.

"kill!"

Tu Baishou suddenly appeared, his whole body was bulging with evil energy, as if it were real substance, and the vegetation within two feet around him was broken one after another.

More than two hundred flying fish guards jumped out.

The ensuing battle was a one-sided massacre.

The "White Lotus thugs" were no match for Feiyuwei, and no one knew who shouted "Feiyuwei is coming, run!" before they suddenly collapsed.

The expressions of several White Lotus demons changed drastically. They hurriedly took off their iconic yellow scarves and threw them away before blending into the crowd and scrambling for their lives.

Within a few moments, more than a thousand people were scattered in all directions.

The Feiyu Guards killed for a while, leaving three to four hundred people behind, and then withdrew their troops.

But this was not the end. Immediately afterwards, Jingying also came ashore, chasing the figure of the "White Lotus Thug" all the way into a nearby town.

What followed was a military disaster.

The officers and soldiers in the Beijing camp robbed things they saw, killed people they saw, and piled up corpses like mountains.

Tu Baishou couldn't stop it either. This time the Beijing camp went south as a companion and had no affiliation with the Feiyu Guards.

Lu Zonglin, the eunuch who oversees the army in Beijing, is a close confidant of the eunuchs, so there is no need to sell Baishou to save face.

The White Lotus demon hides in the mob village, cuts off the canal, attacks the army, and threatens the retreat.

As far as this is concerned, no matter how many people the Beijing camp kills, it will only be merit, not demerit.

Banditry is like combing a comb, soldiers are like shaving.

Robbery is an important way for officers and soldiers to make money. If they are too restrained, it will be hard to tell who the knife will be aimed at.

Tu Baishou simply turned his back and ordered the Feiyu Guards to cut off the iron cables blocking the river and set sail southward.

Lu Zonglin hurriedly withdrew his troops and returned to the ship. Because he was late, the channel was frozen.

By this time, the ravaged village had already lost its vitality.

…

Two hours later, a horseman came from the north, moving as fast as the wind. The hooves of the cow stepped on the muddy ground, splashing mud. The man on the cow looked at the corpses on the ground and wondered: "What's going on?"

The person who came was none other than Qin He.

After a hearty meal, I took another nap and woke up to bright light.

The fleet was not seen during the hot pursuit, but the smoking village and the boat dumped by the river could be seen clearly from a distance.

"Sir, there are so many corpses."

The big tortoise lying on the cow's head said that it found a good position between the two horns of the cow's head, just right to get the tortoise's shell into it.

Of course, the most important thing is the skill of riding a bull. In two words, it is stable.

Qin He opened his eyes and looked around. The traces left at the scene were very clear. The officers and soldiers should have been attacked by the fleet. Among the corpses, there was a large white lotus flag that had not been burned cleanly.

This surprised Qin He. This place was hundreds of miles away from the border of Lu, and the rebellion was already here.

This is very different from the history of the time and space I came from.

In the time and space he came from, there seemed to be no such rebellion at all. At least Qin He didn't know about it. Even if there was, the scale would not be large.

This made Qin He startled and suspicious.

Could it be that he interfered with Dilu's invasion and boosted Dali's luck, and then Heaven turned around and arranged a large-scale riot for Dali to offset it?

Is this called an irreversible trend?

In other words, historical inertia?

Of course, this idea just flashed through Qin He's mind without thinking about it deeply.

Because the historical trend of this time and space is indeed different from the time and space I came from. The general trend is the same, but there are many differences in the details.

Shaking his head, Qin He returned to the present moment.

Of course, there are corpses all over the ground that cannot be spared.

A rough estimate puts it at least a thousand people, but it's a pity that Zhuangzi was almost burned down and there wasn't much left to burn.

But it is naturally impossible for more than a thousand people in Qinhe to be burned.

A thousand shadow puppet shows were performed directly in the mind, and ten Qin He would have gone crazy.

We can only select the most valuable ones to burn, and dig holes to bury the rest.

So one person and two beasts divided the work, the two beasts collected the corpse, and Qin He dug a hole with a shovel.

After collecting the bodies, the pit was dug.
Chapter completed!