However, not long after, a sword and shield hand rushed over: "Your Madam, those people... those people are not all barbarians, there are also Han people."
Lei Yuan was surprised: "Take me to see."
The group hurried down to the pass passage and saw that the Han man recognized by the sword and shield hand was already on the verge of death. He was one of the several guards responsible for the barbarian Qu Shuai. He was wearing a ragged leather armor, which he had been used for many years. A crossbow arrow pierced the leather armor and penetrated straight through his chest, almost breaking a big hole; so every time he breathed, white foam and red blood would spew out of the hole.
Only looking at his dressing, this man was no different from other barbarians, except that his hair was tied in a loose bun, and his face... Lei Yuan could undoubtedly confirm that it was a young Han man's face, but he had endured too many hardships, and his skin was as rough as broken rubble. Lei Yuan half-squatted down to see his still rotating eyes. From his eyes, he could not find hideousness and ruthlessness, only grief and despair for the world.
The man could no longer speak. Not long after, he clattered a few times in his throat and then swallowed. Lei Yuan calmly stroked his eyes and whispered: "Go and look for it and see if there are any such people."
The soldiers scattered and returned one after another after a while.
They discussed each other in a low voice, and a Shi Chang came out and said, "There are about thirty or fifty people who can distinguish the identity of the Han people, and we are still counting... However, most of them are dead, well, those who are not dead are almost dead, and those who cannot be saved."
Lei Yuan nodded, stood up and looked around.
Liu He hurriedly rushed to the side of Lei Yuan.
"These people should be Han people who have fled to the mountains over the years." Lei Yuan asked.
"Yes." Liu He said: "Although the Han and the Barbarians are in opposition, it is mainly a battle between the court officials and the barbarians. In fact, the Han and barbarians at the bottom... Alas, both sides may not be incompatible with water and fire. Among the people in Jingnan, many of them are descendants of naturalized barbarians. Barbarians like Chi Li Ningta are also very common. There are indeed many Han people in the mountains. There are many people on both sides who cannot survive in this world, so the Han people fled to the barbarians, and the barbarians went down the mountain to the Han areas, all in order to find a way out."
"I remember you introduced this to me before." Lei Yuan sighed: "I never thought at that time that there would be so many?"
Previously, no one had considered this by using powerful crossbows on the slope. At this moment, among the two or three hundred barbarians who had been killed and injured, thirty or fifty Han people were easily found. I am afraid that some of them could not be recognized because of their lack of obvious appearance characteristics. This ratio is really not low.
Just like the people in Huainan, forced by endless tyranny and harsh abduction, they had to abandon their homes and flee to the mountains to rely on powerful people like the Lei clan in Lujiang; the same is true for the people in Jingzhou. However, in addition to hiding and tyranny of the rich and powerful clans, they can also go to the territory of the barbarians. Perhaps they think that they will no longer be bullied by officials after entering the deep mountains. But just as Li Zhen sneered, how can there be a paradise in this world?
There are no officials in the mountains, but there are vicious Qu Shuai and the headman, and there are unscrupulous prey on the weak. In order to survive, everyone must constantly squeeze every point of their value, and even fight for their lives. The chaotic times outside the mountains are terrible, and the wild world in the mountains are rampant, and they are definitely not much better. In the final analysis, the heads of the people are always forced and driven, and they will never get rid of their tragic fate.
Lei Yuan pondered for a moment and ordered Liu He: "When you pack up the corpses in a while, you can tell them yourself. How to deal with the corpses of the barbarians, just let them go and let them go; but the Han people you pick up... go find an open space and bury them."
Since he is a Han Chinese, he always pays attention to being buried in the soil. In the wilderness, Lei Yuan can do only this.
Liu He bowed and said that.
Lei Yuan was vaguely annoyed and turned to the top of the slope.
After walking a few steps, Ren Hui shouted, gathered the seventy or eighty people who had escaped before, ordered them to carry the bodies and search for supplies. Fortunately, almost everyone could understand the Chinese language and follow the action. However, they were all hunched, although they were living people, they seemed to be walking corpses and had no life.
When passing the Han man's body with an arrow in his chest, an old man in rags suddenly fell into the blood and filth all over the ground. He cried with tears and cried twice. He crawled over with his hands and feet and hugged the young man's body tightly in his arms.
The cry quickly turned into a roar that erupted from the depths of the heart and lungs, which was rough and unpleasant, and full of helplessness.
The old man raised his head crying and saw Lei Yuan surrounded by his entourage. The entourages pressed the hilt with their hands vigilantly to prevent him from doing anything unreasonable. However, Lei Yuan could clearly feel that the old man collapsed to the ground, with no strength in his body. The only drop of vitality left in his last was released in the roar of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man. He would not live long.
Lei Yuan wanted to leave this occasion far away, so he speeded up and climbed to the top of the slope in one breath. He felt like a stone was pressing on his chest, a little stuffy. The massacre of barbarians did not make Lei Yuan feel any negative emotions, but if there were still Han people who were slaughtered...
Under the tempering of this troubled times, he has gradually become the leader of his heart, but there is always a slight lingering weakness of modern people. Maybe this is hypocrisy.
At this time, in the direction of the barbarian camp, Shamoko's troops had completely controlled the situation, and a large-scale massacre was in progress. The battle between the barbarians was probably always the case. The winners naturally had no intention of capturing the prisoners. As Shamoko said before, they would kill all the enemies.
"Will there be Han people there?" Lei Yuan suddenly asked.
Fan Hong's face darkened. He leaned slightly closer and whispered: "Little Langjun, are you talking about it in the camp ahead?"
"certainly."
"What happened there was a battle between the barbarians. Even if the Han people were involved in it, we probably had no appropriate reason to interfere. What's more... we were also hoping that Shamoko would ask us about the whereabouts of Xu Shuo and others." Fan Hong advised.
The Fan family in Anfeng, Lujiang, where Fan Hong was born, has always done dirty work for the Lei family. He has seen many kinds of unreasonable killings. The Fan family members have long understood that life in troubled times is like grass, and death is nothing. Whether in the Wandering Mountain or Jingshan, it is the same.
Lei Yuan was silent for a while and suddenly said, "I have to go and have a look."
Chapter completed!