"Your Highness, it's too smelly and dirty inside, so don't go in."
Lieutenant Niu looked very ugly and tried his best to prevent Li Chongrun from entering.
People are generally quite cynical. The more you don't let him see it, the more curious he will be.
Although Lieutenant Niu was an officer, his martial arts skills were only at the level of ordinary people. Li Chongrun just squeezed his shoulder and walked in without any effort.
The smell in the room became stronger, and the smell of blood was so irritating that it made people's eyes sting.
The big house should be a building like a temple, but the light inside was a little dim, and Li Chongrun couldn't see clearly.
There were some severed limbs and remains of people entering through the side door. Because it was winter, there was not much decay. There was blood on the ground, and there was almost no place to step.
Having long heard that all the villagers in the village had been slaughtered, and having just come off the battlefield, Li Chongrun was mentally prepared and did not feel too shocked or frightened.
Gongsun Lan was not as mentally prepared as Li Chongrun. His face was obviously unable to hold on any longer, and his normally calm eyes were misty.
"If you can't bear it, just wait outside."
The fishy smell became stronger and stronger. Li Chongrun just opened his mouth and said something, as if he drank a big mouthful of plasma. A burst of sour gas involuntarily rose up from his belly and went straight to his throat.
Li Chongrun quickly closed his mouth and took a few breaths through his nose through the sachet, and then he calmed down a little.
"king…"
Gongsun Lan only opened her mouth, and when she was aroused by the strong smell, her brows knitted together tightly, her cheeks bulged, she covered her mouth and rushed out.
Li Chongrun smiled bitterly, braced himself, and began to investigate carefully.
There was a bar stool, soaked in blood, emitting bursts of ghostly light.
There is a figure on the bench, which is tightly tied to the bench by several ropes. His head hangs limply to one side. He is obviously not alive.
Judging from the hair accessories, it must be a woman.
Li Chongrun wanted to turn around to see what was going on, but when he raised his legs, he saw a statue of a god standing against the wall. It seemed to be a goddess, but a lot of blood was splashed on her body, and her clothes and accessories were all stained with blood. Look,
No one can tell who is coming.
A ray of morning light came in from the side door and hit the statue's face slantingly.
A few traces of long-dried blood flowed from the eyes of the statue, as if it was crying.
Li Chongrun was startled by this statue, which boosted his tired spirit after traveling all night.
After walking around the bench, Li Chongrun just looked at it from the side and his eyes wanted to pop out of his sockets.
That was a pregnant woman.
The belly was torn open lengthwise, and the child was taken out somewhere.
The mother's eyes were wide open, and the expression on her face was extremely angry.
The areas where the hands and feet were tied were severely scarred by the struggle, and the bones could be vaguely seen.
Li Chongrun felt that he was angry and divorced.
This is not something any intelligent human being can do.
More and more morning light came in, and looking around, there were many corpses lying scattered across the small main hall.
All are women.
All kinds of misery.
Li Chongrun thought he had arrived in hell.
Perhaps hell is much more civilized and benevolent than the scenes here.
Li Chongrun felt like he couldn't breathe. He wanted to rush out of the Shura field, but before he started, he vaguely saw something moving slightly behind a curtain soaked in blood.
"who?"
Li Chongrun didn't know who else could survive in this hell, so he took the mace and gently opened the curtain.
A little girl.
His clothes were stripped off and he was shivering in the cold air. He tried several times to cover his scarred body with curtains.
The little girl is not fair, she is very thin, and her slender body is covered with various scars.
There were several stab wounds still oozing blood.
The eyes were big, but one eye was injured by something unknown, leaving only a bloody hole.
When the remaining eye looked at Li Chongrun in the morning light, it was as bright as a star.
Li Chongrun took off his robe, wrapped the little girl tightly, held her in his arms, and rushed to the main entrance of the small temple in a few steps.
With an extremely angry kick, Li Chongrun kicked open the tightly bolted temple door, and Li Chongrun rushed out in a panic.
Fortunately, I had prepared a lot of alcohol before this trip. Although Wu Qi did not come with him, Gongsun Lan had already cleaned up the traces of vomiting. Seeing the shocking scars on the girl's body, tears immediately flowed down.
Some soldiers lit a fire in a clean room outside Zhuangzi and were preparing breakfast. The fire was very strong, making the room very, very warm.
Li Chongrun unceremoniously recruited her to treat the girl's wounds.
"It will hurt! Bear with it!"
Regardless of whether the girl understood it or not, Li Chongrun involuntarily used the alcohol to clean the girl's wounds.
The girl seemed to have no biological reaction. It was just a small wound, and the stimulation of alcohol could make a normal person scream. But the girl just stared at Li Chongrun with her starry eyes.
It seems like a doll.
He treated all the large and small wounds on her body and used a lot of bandages made of the silk he brought to wrap the girl like a mummy.
The flesh injuries were not bad, there were only two main wounds, one was an eye injury, and the other was an external organ underneath that was cut off with a sharp blade.
"knife!"
After treating the little girl's wound, Li Chongrun just felt that there was a fire inside, like an oven, baking himself from the inside out. He needed to find a place to vent it out.
"knife!"
Li Chongrun shouted again. Gongsun Lan didn't know what he was going to do. He just came to save people. He didn't bring the long knife with him, which he usually never left his body with. Hearing his shouting, he became anxious and ran a few steps to get it.
There was a sound of "crash", and Li Chongrun just took the hilt of the sword handed over by Gongsun Lan, and slowly pulled out the long knife as he followed his footsteps.
"My lord, be careful!"
Li Chongrun had never practiced swordsmanship, and usually practiced martial arts with heavy weapons. Gongsun Lan was afraid that he would be injured, so he quickly reminded him.
Li Chongrun didn't reply, but looked back at her, then silently dragged his knife towards the mountain of Japanese corpses outside.
Gongsun Lan had never seen Li Chongrun like this before. Although there was no expression on his face, the lazy and easy-going look that had always been in his eyes was gone.
His eyes were cold and indifferent, like a ghost.
Originally, several soldiers were preparing to burn the Japanese, but they were frightened by the young prince and couldn't help but stop their work.
one.
two.
three.
He raised the knife and dropped it.
The beheading action was repeated with unruffled eyes.
Gongsun Lan is a long sword passed down from the master. Although it is not a precious sword, it is not an ordinary sword either. Even if hundreds of heads were chopped off, the blade would be damaged like saw teeth.
Several soldiers wanted to help, but Li Chongrun forced them away with a knife.
The morning breeze blew away the strong smell of corpses, and the door kicked open by Li Chongrun also revealed the tragic situation in the temple to the sky.
More and more soldiers saw the miserable situation inside, which was like a Shura field, and couldn't help crying.
The cries grew louder and louder, flying towards the misty nine heavens, as if they were bidding farewell to these innocent souls.
Li Chongrun mechanically raised the knife, lowered the knife, and beheaded.
Hundreds of heads gradually surrounded Li Chongrun, like stars surrounding a star.
The ninja leader whose head was smashed by Li Chongrun was the last one to have his head cut off. Li Chongrun stood up straight with the long knife that was already broken and still dripping with animal blood.
Looking around, his eyes were extremely blank.
The door latch that was kicked away by Li Chongrun flew far away. Li Chongrun saw it and picked it up.
"Jingguan!"
"Jingguan!"
"Jingguan!"
Li Chongrun gave an order, and many soldiers, led by Niu Xiaowei, piled up the broken or deformed heads, large and small, into a small tower.
Li Chongrun swung his knife and carved several large characters on the door bolt.
"Li Chongrun defeated the Japanese here!"
The blade was stained with blood, staining the big characters extremely red.
Yang San, who was previously sent to prepare for the raid, came galloping on horseback with several apprentices, carrying several human-shaped things in his hands.