Chapter 155: The Great Fire and the City 4

Fan San gave Qian Shaoxiao all kinds of strange feelings.

Sometimes, this guy looks like a rogue.

Sometimes, this guy looks like a plain farmer.

Sometimes, this guy looks completely unbearable!

Sometimes, this guy is extremely down-to-earth in doing things.

Sometimes, this guy looks ignorant.

But sometimes, the words this guy said were deeper than those said by the gentlemen in Yushan Academy.

"You just haven't read a book!"

Qian Shaoshao said with emotion.

Fan Sancai is the best master Yun Zhao has ever said to launch a peasant uprising!

Qian Shaoshao decided to introduce this guy to Yun Zhao immediately after three days after Yun Zhao arrived.

When it comes to employing people, Qian Shaoshao thought he was too much inferior to Yun Zhao.

The corpses of a cart were transported out of the North City Gate by the serfs. A large pit had been dug not far from the city, and all the corpses would be thrown into the pit and finally filled.

No matter how just the city massacre is, it is ultimately contrary to human nature and is the ugliest part of human nature.

And covering up the evil things you do in the sun is something that every righteous or evil executioner must do.

Of course, except for beasts.

The work of cooking funerals took place all night, and by dawn, the city seemed to have returned to its former appearance.

The blood on the yellow soil has been shoveled off, and the blood on the door panel and the steps have been cleaned. However, as soon as the sun came out, countless flies came to Zhangjiakou, and they did not miss any remaining blood.

When Qian Shaoshao took Fan San to leave Zhangjiakou, the city was empty, with only a few home-loving dogs lying at the door and basking in the sun leisurely.

From today on, there will be no business in Zhangjiakou.

Sun Guoxin rode on the back of a camel and looked back at the naturalized city that gradually disappeared on the horizon and felt a lot of emotion.

At this time, the sun was shining on the bright red city of Naturalization, like a ball of fire rising from the plain.

The Melgen Lama sat on the white camel's back on the other side and saw Sun Guoxin looking at Guihua City nostalgic and said with a smile.

"Those who give up my leave will not be kept yesterday. This is what you wise Han people say. Why are you, Han people, still nostalgic for this city?"

Sun Guoxin clasped his hands together and said, "Those who disturb my heart will be more worried today!"

The Melgen Lama said again: "Is there something unfinished?"

Sun Guoxin raised his head and said, "From now on, we will cut off the worries and serve the Buddha with all our hearts."

The great lama of Melgen laughed and said, "Come to the white camel, and be quiet for you six senses."

Sun Guoxin jumped onto the back of a huge white camel, sat cross-legged on a futon, closed his eyes, and recited the "Sutra of Cause and Effect" with the Great Lama of Melgen.

The fork of Melgen's hand was very sharp. When he touched Sun Guoxin's head, his hair bun broke in response to the sound.

The bun was scattered, and the long hair was taken away by the wind.

In fact, his hair was not completely shaved, but the top of his head was shaved, and a circle of hair about a very long time was left around him. The hand of the Melgen Lama pressed on the top of his head and shouted: "I will give you an initiation and precepts today."

After three times, Sun Guoxin fell to the front of the Melgen Lama and said, "From now on, he will be a Buddhist son."

Melgen smiled and said, "Farewell to the worries, there will be no more distinction between Manchu and Han, Mongolian and Han, and the difference between Uszang and Han, only the boy in front of Buddha - Morigen!"

Sun Guoxin clasped his hands together and said, "From now on, there is no Sun Guoxin, there is only Morigen in the world!"

Melgen shouted: "From now on, there is no Sun Guoxin, there is only Morigen in the world."

The other monks of the camel caravan heard the voice of the Melgen Lama and closed their hands together and said loudly: "From now on, there is no Sun Guoxin, there is only Morigen in the world."

Sun Guoxin praised to all directions: "Mo Rigen has met all the senior brothers!"

When Sun Guoxin returned to his camel back again, he had become a little lama wearing a cockscomb hat and a hidden red monk's rooster robe.

This time, Sun Guoxin did not look back until Guihua City was hidden under the horizon and did not look back and take another look.

Instead, I listened to the leisurely camel bells, recited the long and almost endless scriptures, and looked ahead - it was where the sun rose and the place with the thickest black fog.

He was reciting the scriptures, but there was a huge voice in his mind saying to him constantly-

I was born to live a life that I was born to live.

This is the power given to me by God.

I have the right to fill my stomach through hard work.

I have the right to raise silkworms, weave cloth, and wear warm clothes.

I have the right to manage my world through serious learning.

I have the right to reproduce without exploitation in my homeland!

If not!

I will break the old world and build a new world.

For this, I will die...

Zhuola's eyes were red like charcoal fire. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

Being surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Ming people, every hour passed was a torment for him.

On Xiaoyao Beach, after the news that the invincible Doral Du Fujiala Zhangjing's entire army was wiped out, Zhuola felt like he was hit by a blow.

When Bao Chengxian told him the news, he almost felt like his soul was leaving his body.

Although Zhuo Luo verbally refused to admit it, he admired Doral, the famous Batulu of the Qing Dynasty.

Such a Batulu died strangely in Xiaoyaotan, making Zhuola unable to sleep or eat.

When he came, he led nearly five hundred people, almost a half-Niulu warrior, thinking that relying on these warriors and the great reputation left by Prince Shuo Rui, the Mongolians and Ming people here obediently surrendered to the horse's hooves.

Now, the Mongolians and Ming dynasties seem to have indeed surrendered to the horse's hooves. Wherever their army goes, the Mongolians will present the most beautiful girls, and the Ming dynasties will present the most delicious food and wine.

However, the number of warriors under his command is decreasing.

In Guihua City, the warriors under his command seemed to become extremely fragile. They would be taken away by wolves when peeing, tripped by weeds when walking, and their heads would be knocked on the tip of a stone. They would be tripped by marmot caves when riding a horse, and then broke their necks.

Even when they were having a meal, they would become confused by accidentally eating poisonous mushrooms and eventually kill themselves.

What Zhuo Luo can do is to retaliate against the enemies related to those unexpected events again and again. He did a lot of murder and a lot of genocide extermination, and the more accidents the warriors under his command had.

Now, he only has one hundred and twenty-eight subordinates who can fight on horseback.

Since he heard that Yue Tobele's army was coming to Guihua City, Zhuola never let his subordinates leave the camp alone.

He hid his anger towards Bao Chengxian, Bater and others in his heart, and waited for Yue Tobele to arrive before calculating the general account carefully.

Surrounded by the Ming people, this is Zhuo Luo's current comprehensive understanding of his situation.

Here, he could not get any information provided to him by Bao Chengxian, and he was like a blind man and a deaf man here.

The moon is very low and very large today. Zhuola's eyelids are pounding violently. He always feels that today is not a good day.

The water in the teacup rippled slightly and spread out in circles. Zhuo Luo knew very well what this meant.

Standing up from the felt, whistled, and the rest of the warriors also came out of the tent.

Zhuo Luo whispered the word "fight" in Manchu, and then jumped onto the war horse.

They are all warriors who have been through war, so there is no need to say anything more about Zhuo La. A seemingly loose cavalry formation has been completed.

After a moment, a cavalry emerged from the darkness. Zhuo Luo, who had already urged the horse to jog, vaguely saw the cavalry's flag. After the cavalry ran closer, Zhuo Luo even saw the cavalry general in the lead.

He breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down his horse's hooves, and was about to speak to the cavalry leader Batel, who was coming from the opposite side, but his pupils quickly narrowed. He shouted loudly to his subordinates who were also relaxing their guard behind him, "Enemy attack!"

Before his war horses could run, the cavalry brigade on the opposite side slapped their small cavalry on the ground like waves...

After the brigade of cavalry left, the ground was covered with corpses of ragged people and war horses.

Zhuo La's sternum collapsed, and his head turned strangely behind him. His eyes that were no longer blood-red were reflected in a faint light under the moonlight.

Zhuo Luo, who had just one charge, almost stopped and did not run, and all the cavalry under his command, were killed in battle.

Qian Shaoshao walked out of the darkness and looked at the corpses all over the ground and said to Fan San: "This is the power of the cavalry. We Han people are not yet able to do this."

Fan San secretly pulled off a piece of gold from Zhuo Luo's armor and gave it to Xiaoshao.

Qian Shaoshao shook his head naturally, and Fan San took it for granted.

He is not greedy, he only has a little benefit every time.

Qian Shaoshou's escorts cut off all the heads that looked pretty intact, and called some farmers to pile up the bodies, poured oil on them and burned them.

The firelight reflects the fiery red walls of Guihua City, which is very beautiful.

Qian Shaoshao walked into the Guihua City where the gate was opened without waiting for the flames to go out.

As soon as I entered the city, I saw Xue Guocai standing at the door, holding a bloody head in my hand.
To be continued...