Chapter 133: Killing above four feet will not be merciless!

night.

Morant led 2,000 standing troops and 5,000 militias to control Shule's big and small streets, turning all Shule's families into isolated islands. Any family who wanted to come out had to face the thousands of soldiers outside the door alone.

This was originally a moment of sleep that should have been sleeping. If nothing happened, no one would have thought of gathering. Now, there is no chance to gather.

Jialing couldn't sleep, and the situation during the day made him unable to understand. Is it possible to do religious beliefs like this? The warm and affectionate teachings of the Buddha became useless in front of the Tianfang Sect. In a few hours, his mind churned dozens of times, as if he had experienced both good and evil in the world. From then on, he gradually realized why the tens of thousands of Tang Buddhists in Shule had been in a position of humiliation for more than a hundred years.

Benevolence... This common pursuit of major religions can be used in this way when facing the fork in the road of military and political decisions.

The darker the night, the more uneasy the mood is. "All streets are controlled!" Zhike came to report: "Now, no one dares to go out to the streets inside and outside the city. Many people have blood painted in front of their doors. I heard that even the Abul's family..."

At this time, a grain merchant said, "It's better for us to apply some blood at the door."

"Absurd!" Several elders refuted at the same time that anyone can use blood to slap the sect, but Pufa Temple cannot - if Pufa Temple also follows the rules set by the Tianfang Sect, is this Buddhism still a Buddhist?

"Good!" Mo Keduo sighed, "Do they even have to collect taxes on temples?"

Mo He said: "What I am afraid of is not them collecting taxes, but they are worried about..."

A scream came from the darkness.

Half an hour ago, Asil led the jihadists into the city. Eight thousand people gathered together and followed Valdan's orders.

"The preacher," Asil stepped forward: "We have never been a tax collector. How do we check tonight? Please give me some advice."

Valdan nodded and said, "You set out immediately, bring your weapons, start from the west gate, patrol each street, check each door and door, and let go if there is no blood..."

"Check it down?" Asil asked, but most of the eight thousand jihadists were illiterate.

But Valdan's words were unexpected to everyone: "Anyone who has no blood on the door, go in, kill all men over four feet!"

After a second or two, everyone present suddenly stopped breathing, and Asil thought he had heard it wrong.

"The preacher," his muscles twitched on his confused and surprised face, "What did you say just now?"

Valdan had a dark face and repeated, "Whoever is not covered with blood on the door, go in, kill all men over four feet! If anyone dares to resist, kill them!"

Asil's whole body suddenly trembled. It was not that he had never killed anyone, but that was on the battlefield! But now Vardan wanted him to massacre unarmed civilians who were even sleeping.

"The preachers, they... are not enemies."

"Who said they are not enemies? These people make trouble for us in the city and do not obey our orders, which is equivalent to helping Tang Kou. The one who helps the enemy is our enemy!"

"But... not every one of them helped Tang Kou."

"Even if Tang Kou has not been helped yet, when Tang Kou soldiers are overthrowing the city, they will fall to the other side. We cannot wait until they rebel before taking action, so it will be too late! We must destroy the rebellion before they can take action."

"But this... this does not conform to the teachings of the Prophet!" Asil said tremblingly. Even Vardan's order, he could not start slaughtering civilians.

Valdan looked at him with some annoyance. Asil had never resisted himself, so he remembered to let him preside over this matter, but he would never expect that he would drag him down at this critical moment: "Asil, this is our great cause to stabilize Shule and expel Tang Kou. Listen to me, there will be no mistake. The reason I did this will be done in the future."

"No, no," Axil cried: "These people are innocent. We cannot raise swords on them just because they have not committed any crimes. Even if they have not yet converted to my religion, they should persuade them to slowly understand the truth of the True God, rather than killing them before they have been persuaded. Our Tianfang religion is peaceful, this is the teaching of the Prophet! It is also the teaching of the preacher you teach me!"

Valdan said furiously: "But don't forget that you are a jihadist!"

"But the preacher, you taught me that the so-called holy war is to raise a sword to protect the holy religion. This is a small holy war, a battle with one's own selfish desires. This is the biggest holy war. Now... this is not a holy war!"

Vardan said furiously, "I think you're confused!" Suddenly, he remembered that when Mark Disi was trying to purge the Zoroastrians in the time of Ezra, Asil was also in the way, but Vardan was not as good as that, he dared to publicly resist himself!

"I order you!" Valdan shouted sternly: "Set out now! Now the bow has been opened, and the arrow must be shot!"

All of Vardan's plans have been unfolded since he was preparing to move Hushagar. If he gave up halfway because of Asil's stupid kindness, the Fang Sect would fall into a huge passive position that day, and many of the previous actions have become useless moves.

"No! No!" Asil knelt down, and many people in the army also knelt down with him, "Prayer, please ask you to revoke this order! We cannot violate the teachings of the Prophets because of momentary anger or military interests."

"You fart!" Valdan cursed rarely. He suddenly pulled out the knife from Asil's waist and put it on Asil's neck: "Is it a sect to you now? It's a military order? You won't do anything at all!"

"The preacher!" Asil's neck pointed at the knife edge: "I would rather you kill me than see you make a mistake! Your orders tonight are illegal and are completely contrary to the teachings of the Prophet! The preacher, please..."

"In front of me, what qualifications do you have to talk about the teachings of the Prophets!" Valdan interrupted Asil in furiously! He was really regretful. Why didn't he tell Asil about anything other than the teachings in his daily teachings? But in front of so many people, he could not say to Asil: As long as our Tianfang Sect achieves the final victory, history will not record this massacre, and the unrecorded massacre will not exist.

A non-existent massacre will certainly not affect their entry into heaven after death. What the history of the Tianfang Sect will record is their goodness, their courage, and their great achievements in preaching!

"We will all become sages, become heroes during our lifetime, and be buried with an Imam after our death, and be worshipped by future generations!"

But the stupid Asil did not understand these things. He believed so much in Vardan - the one in his mind! He also believed so devoutly in the kindness of the Tianfang Cult, and believed in the righteous words recorded in the Tianfang Cult's scriptures and the sages of the Holy Holy Holy.

In this sense, Asil is really a "real" Tianfang Cultist, but unfortunately, people like him are always rare and will never represent the entire Tianfang Cult in action.

Vardan's anger could not make Asil change his mind. Time passed by, and Asil's eyes were still full of trust in Vardan - the prince believed that Vardan would change his mind at the last moment.

Vardan swept away the eight thousand holy warriors, and many people already showed doubts in their eyes - that was a doubt about Vardan's authority!

These eyes were like fire, making Vardan feel that he was burned!

Everything can happen, but the jihadist's absolute worship and absolute obedience to himself cannot be changed! No one can do it!

However, at this moment, when Asil did not obey his orders, he could not continue to persuade him - the massacre could only be based on orders, and there were not many sects in the world supporting the massacre.

This pious but stupid Asil, although he is a rare talent, has to make a choice at this moment.

Valdan suddenly sneered, "So that's it, so that's it - it turns out you are also the spy that Tang Kou ambushed among us!"

"What!" Asil looked up at Valdan in surprise, not understanding why he said that.

"Advisor!" Mahumeng rushed out and wanted to help Asil defend, but was shouted out by Omar.

The Eight Thousand Holy Warriors also looked at Asil and Valdan in confusion, saying that the most devout sweat-blooded prince of all Kuba was a spy of Tang Kou. That was really incredible.

Omar already understood that he had to make a charge for Asil to stabilize the morale of the army. He pointed at Asil and said, "Hmph, I have long suspected this guy! But he usually pretended too well. If our great cause was about to be successful now, he jumped out in anger and looked at Kafir and stopped our actions, I wouldn't believe that he was really a spy!"

"Don't swear at others! You should not listen to his nonsense!" Asil said angrily. He still dared not resist Valdan.

"I'm spitting at the mouth of my vagina? Then I ask you, the reason why these Tang Kou can get past Ejihan is because we deceived us and let us block Ejihan's guards for them, so that they can successfully enter Shule - and who led these Tang Kou to Kuba?"

Asil shivered, but couldn't help but answer: "Yes... it's me... but I just happened to meet them."

"Is that a coincidence?" Omar asked again: "Who gave the sweat-blooded horse that Zhang Mai, the leader of Tang Kou, now?"

"This is...it's...it's...it's me...but, but--"

Before he could finish his words, Omar asked again: "That night you attacked the Tang Kou military camp, and you clearly rushed to Zhang Mai's side, why didn't you kill him? Do you think no one saw this?"

"No, no, I didn't kill him, I, I can't kill him!"

"Is this true? Then I'll ask you again..." Omar pointed at Mahumeng: "This man was obviously captured by Tang Kou that night, why is he here now?"

"He...Mahumeng escaped."

"Those who escaped? None of the captured people escaped, so he was the only one who escaped? Not only did he escape, but he was also unscathed! Even the injuries he suffered when he attacked the Tang Kou camp were healed. Tell me why!"

Asil trembled all over and said, "Ma Humeng was unscathed, that's because Tang Jun has always treated him well..."

"Tang Jun? You still call them Tang Jun! Haha!" Omar said loudly: "Then tell me why the Tang Jun you mentioned should treat him well! Well, you can't tell me, right? Let me tell you, Zheng Wei, the leader of Tang Kou, and you were friends from childhood, right?"

"Yes...but...but we haven't been in contact for a long time, and I will never betray the Holy Church because of him."

"Is that true!" Omar said: "When Ma Humeng was in Shule, did Zheng Hao, a native of Zheng Wei, ever propose that you promise to marry your sister to Zheng Wei? Is there anything wrong with me? Let me ask you again, who is your sister Shanya, Bograhan?"

Asil's mind suddenly became confused, and he almost never passed through his brain. He replied: "It's Bograhan's wife who is not married yet..." He suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting that he confessed so much to Valdan and others in these details, but everything had to be confessed to the preacher. This was his sincere thought in his heart, and it had even become a habit.

With a loud bang, some of the jihadists began to talk, and Ma Humeng rushed out and shouted: "No, no! Tang... Although Tang Kou had such a proposal, our prince did not agree at all!"

"Enough!" Valdan waved his hand, and the audience calmed down, and he only heard him say word by word: "Tonight is the critical moment that will determine Shule's life and death. Whether Asil apostate or not has to be tried again, but since he is in suspicion, he is no longer suitable to lead the troops. No one can take all the words he said just now! Omar, you will replace Asil and direct the action tonight."

Omar was overjoyed and went out to receive the order.

Vardan pointed at Asil and Mahumun again: "Prepare them! The trial will be sentenced tomorrow!"

After the two were dragged away, Vardan approached Omar's head with his hands. Omar knelt down and received the order. Eight thousand holy warriors knelt down and received the order. Vardan murmured: "Let's go, brave soldiers! You are going to fight against those who do not believe in and falsely believe. You should treat them with the strictest attitude. Their destination is the fire, and their reward is only to be sentenced to death, crucified on its cross, or to cut off hands and feet, or to expel them from the country! This is the humiliation they should bear in this life; they will also be subject to great punishment in the future. The unbelievers have already had fire clothes that have been sanctioned for them, and boiling water will be poured on their heads, their internal organs and skin will be melted by boiling water, and they will enjoy the whip of the iron whip. And at this moment, you are the soldiers who fight for the Prophets!"

The eight thousand holy warriors recited silently together, making a nearly crazy voice, and set off under the leadership of Omar.

When he was pulled away, Ma Humeng shouted loudly for a long time, but Asil didn't say a word. For a moment when the door was closed, his black pearl-like eyes suddenly lit up and said, "Uncle Ma Humeng, stop calling, the preacher doesn't really believe in my apostasy! He will let us go tomorrow."

In fact, Asil is still very smart. He is not thinking about many things, but he has not thought about them or is unwilling to think about them.

"He will release us tomorrow? Then why did he lock us up tonight? He also removed him from his position as a prince?"

"The preacher is just, the preacher is just...ah!" Asil stopped speaking, curled up in a corner, and he was still moving, as if he was tightly tied there by countless ropes.

Suddenly, several screams sounded at the same time, cutting through the tranquility of the night! Asil suddenly jumped up, shook the window frame and shouted: "Is it really done? No, no, no!"

But the screams continued to come. At first, it was just a man's cry, and at the same time it was mixed with the woman's cry. Later, the cry of the baby even faintly came.

In the dark night, these unbearable sounds were sent by the wind like waves. Asil covered his ears, but countless men were killed flashed in front of him. He seemed to see the wife of the murdered man pulling his feet and begging with tears in his face, and then he saw the baby opening his mouth begging him to save his father!

"Ah, ah, ah--" Asil screamed like crazy, and Mahumeng hurried over and hugged him: "Prince, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?"

Ma Humeng felt humiliation in his heart about tonight, but Asil was really uncomfortable! The faith that has been established over the past years is facing the verge of collapse tonight! For a person who really has a pious belief, this kind of shaken belief is even more sad than the punishment of Lingchi!

"No, no! You can't!" Asil could not accept that Valdan would actually order him to massacre civilians.

Why is this happening? Why is this happening in this world? How could a preacher become like this?

The howling from near to far away gradually became unheard. Obviously, the disbelievers who were more than four feet away had been killed, but the cry of some babies was still loud.

In addition to crying, there is also laughter, which is the arrogant laughter of the winner.

The jihadists killed each room and cleaned each street. In the tens of thousands of houses that did not have blood on the lintel, the owners of each household were trembling. Although they heard the screams, they did not know what was going on. A bolder peep came out and asked, and the soldiers nearby would order them to go back: "It's okay! Go back to sleep!"

Yes, it's okay, you can sleep, because the jihadists have not yet reached this area.
To be continued...