8, Earth Ghost (Part 2) (Thanks to book friend Shili Huangsha for writing
When Yuan Shao's messenger rushed to the Bohai Sea, the mighty army turned into a torrent and drove out of it on the second day, slowly moving toward the southeast.
First, we crossed the windy Yishui, where the classical blues of Jing Ke, the greatest assassin of all time, still seems to be echoing.
Then we crossed the low-lying and fertile plains of Jizhou.
Continuing eastward, we finally came to a land where rivers were intertwined like spider webs.
In ancient times, this place was called Dongyi.
Since Dayu's rule over Jiuding in Dashui, it has had another new name.
Qingzhou.
The miserable green torrent continued to surge southward.
It first flows through the Qigou River, which is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, like a horse's face. The riverside is covered with lush grass and wild woods.
Then go back against the current to the place of origin.
finally.
It came to the first stop of this trip, Pingyuan Country.
Not long after entering the plain, an earthy yellow county town appeared in front of us.
That is Ban County in Pingyuan Country.
It was noon at this time. Looking down from the clouds, we could see that the county town was bustling with people, smoke was floating in the air, and the people lived peacefully and happily.
As it roared excitedly, not long after.
Then we saw that the county town was shrouded in blood.
Screams, cries, killings...
The sound went straight into the sky.
.....
The county government office, which was still majestic and solemn in the morning, is now in a mess.
Corpses were strewn on the ground, with stumps and severed heads everywhere. In the dim twilight, it looked even more terrifying.
At this time, in the county government hall, a group of murderous soldiers were escorting a group of kneeling people.
They are officials, wealthy families, etc. in Ban County.
Amidst countless pleas for mercy and flattery, a general was lazily leaning on the county monarch's banquet.
It was an old sitting rug.
Even in a semi-recumbent position, one can still see at a glance that he has a majestic figure, broad shoulders and long hands, and a strong back and waist. This is the physical posture of a brave man.
It's just that the general's face was too thin, which quite destroyed his mighty and majestic figure.
Especially since he has a pair of eyes that are too narrow.
So mightiness turned into ferocity, and majesty turned into cruelty.
At this time, the general was slowly flipping through the county prince's documents and asked casually:
"County Lord, where are you from Heng?"
His voice was shrill, penetrating like a wolf's howl.
Hearing this, Lord Banxian, who was forced to kneel on the ground by several soldiers, looked up at him, but did not answer the question directly. He just sighed:
"General Wen, you are a general from Jizhou, but you invade our Qingzhou without any reason. You are lawless and have no rules."
"After entering our county, he burned, looted and killed the people, which is even more heinous."
"How is your behavior different from that of a bandit?"
"Law and discipline, Tsunasa?"
The general smiled mockingly, looked at the county prince, and said disdainfully:
"No wonder you have lived to such an old age and you are still just a county magistrate."
"Today's law and discipline depend on the strength of soldiers, horses, and swords."
Following the sharp shouts, a faint green light appeared in the general's eyes: "Not in the mouth of a corrupt man like you."
"You are old and don't know the general trend of the world."
"You Heng once disrespected my lord and told him his whereabouts. I could have let you, an old dog, live."
"As soon as you entered the city, you were already in love with your Yi clan." The county prince sighed: "Now this young man is the only one left in your family, and he makes occasional gaffes. Why should Yuan Gong and the general be as familiar with him?"
"Let him go, General Wen. An army that only knows how to kill and loot without caring about the people should not exist."
"And a leader who is narrow-minded and does not understand magnanimity cannot win the world."
"Old dog, he is so noisy!" Wen Chou narrowed his eyes slightly, showing murderous intent, and said solemnly:
"Isn't my lord a hypocritical person like the big-eared thief? I think you have been deceived by his crooked theories to the point of losing your mind!"
"Finally, I would like to remind you that if you tell me the whereabouts of Ni Heng, you can still survive!"
"otherwise...."
The county king looked at the nobleman who was countless levels higher than him and had more control over his life and death. There was no fear or anger in his eyes, but there was an inexplicable pity in his eyes:
"If you lead the army with such ruthlessness, there may be misfortune in the future."
"Although I am only a county magistrate with six hundred stones, you are neither the magistrate of Pingyuan County, nor do you have the edict to be the emperor today."
"I don't need to answer."
"It seems that you are really not afraid of death." Wen Chou suddenly laughed: "I never thought that such a small town could have unexpected gains."
He suddenly stood up and walked down with a strange look on his face.
That seems...greedy.
Until he approached the county king, Wen Chou looked left and right, sizing up the old man for a long time, and suddenly shook his head with regret: "It's a pity that he's a little old, I'm afraid he's not chewing enough."
"Old dog, do you know?"
His huge palm like a cattail leaf suddenly grasped the county prince's neck, and with a strong tug, he jerked the man's entire face up.
At the same time, Wen Chou leaned forward and looked over.
He stared at the other person's calm eyes with his long and narrow eyes, and licked his lips:
"I would love to drink with the heart and soul of so-called loyal ministers and righteous men like you!"
…
When he was still a few miles away from the county seat, looking at the fireworks soaring into the sky ahead, Mi Heng had a vague premonition in his heart.
He looked anxious and quickly quickened his pace.
With every step closer, the flames in front become more vivid, and the billowing smoke becomes more intense.
When Mi Heng came to the county town again, the city gates, walls, and houses that were once familiar to him were all turned into rubble, ruins, and broken walls all over the ground.
The fishy smell that hit his nose made him cough violently, and then he started to retching again.
At the same time, a face appeared more frightened, angry and confused.
Who did it?
Who is it?
Are there any living people?
He looked at the corpses one after another, and at the countless greedy and boiling fire snakes that were devouring his hometown in the county town in his memory bit by bit, and his mind was filled with questions.
At this time.
Suddenly a body in the distance twisted.
A slight sound woke Mi Heng out of his daze, and he followed the sound.
But he saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy slowly crawling out from a pile of corpses.
Mi Heng looked surprised and ran over quickly.
After a violent cough, the young man seemed to finally catch his breath.
After asking the whole story, Mi Heng was silent for a long time and slowly stood up.
Northern accent, military uniform...
Coupled with the fact that the other party went straight to his mansion as soon as he entered the county town.
The country boy didn't know where the other party came from, but Mi Heng had already guessed it.
He covered his face in pain and suddenly understood.
This sudden disaster actually happened because of him.
Yuan Shao!
However, because of my mocking words towards you, you actually sent troops to massacre nearly ten thousand villagers in Ban County!
Even if he was convicted because of his words, why would he be like this?
The green military uniform is his general Wen Chou!
Mi Heng stood in front of the ruins of the fire all night.
His whole body stood stunned, but his eyes were always boiling with the hottest flames.
When the sky dimmed again, he finally moved.
The arrogance and arrogance on his face suddenly disappeared, as if he had matured ten years in one night.
He slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist and spread his palm.
Then, he sharply cut it.
The hot blood sprayed out, soaking the land under his feet that gave birth to him.
"Wen Chou."
"Yuan Shao."
As the young man murmured, his voice was soft, but it contained great determination.
"Such deep hatred."
"It can only be washed with your blood!"
…
the other side.
The executioner, who had just completed a killing feast, was already heading towards the next city with 6,000 troops.
Although he is a military commander, unless a big battle is imminent, Wen Chou prefers riding in a car rather than riding a horse.
While he was drinking, he slowly spread the three bloody objects on the square table.
And one by one, they began to be placed and turned over in some weird pattern.
The first twisted blood stain appeared on the table.
"Chaotic threads without heads?"
Wen Chou glanced at it and twitched the corner of his mouth: "I will be surrounded by dangers?"
He picked up the second piece unhappily, which was a human heart.
"The tiger fell into the deep pit..."
Wen Chou snorted coldly: "What's more bad than good?"
After the third blood stain appeared, Wen Chou burst out laughing and slapped the case.
"It turns out to be the Zeshui trapped hexagram!"
"Interesting, hey, it's really interesting!"
"I want to see if you will destroy my strength, or if I will take away your life!"
He squinted his eyes with a bright green light and spoke to the unknown opponent in a sinister tone.