Chapter 57 The Clear Sky Hammer!

The wind blew across the foothills. w

After night falls, the air in the mountains suddenly turns cold. This is a mountain road leading to Xinzhou. As we go further, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians. Occasionally, one or two stiff corpses will be seen in the grass, and the blood has solidified. It looked like he had been dead for a long time. At night, when the wind was blowing and the grass was dying, hundreds of pairs of footsteps were walking through the rugged mountains and forests. Yang Zhi took off his ghost mask, pushed aside the grass and looked at the body. He waved his hand behind him and lowered his voice: "Spread out and search around to see if there are any Jurchen scouts." Rest nearby and be careful, they are all experienced hunters in the ice and snow, don’t get killed.”

Behind him, no one answered, and the quiet footsteps spread.

The Jin people broke through Yanmen Pass and marched straight in. Two days ago, they swept through the land around Xinzhou. A large number of villages and towns were destroyed, and the flames engulfed everything. The dead were buried in the wilderness. Those who survived escaped into Xinzhou City, but at this moment, they are probably also Hardly spared.

Yang Zhi moved the grass back to its original position, covering up the dead people. This was all he could do. Then there were several sounds of weapons clashing in the dark night, and then disappeared. The Jin Yiwei who dispersed came back, carrying a rough and bold heart. head, "Report to the commander, there is indeed a scout nearby. This guy can dig holes by himself and make many traps. One person almost died when we passed by."

At the foot of the mountain, Yang Zhi was silent for a while, then he grabbed the head and smashed it against the rock, causing the brains to burst out. He gritted his teeth, put on his ghost mask again, and said in a low voice, "Let the brothers come back and continue on their way."

The people who died on the mountain probably deliberately separated from the large army and walked to the foothills, thinking that this way they would not encounter Jurchen soldiers who would plunder and massacre them, but no one expected that there would still be troops like scouts searching the mountains in the mountains. After investigation, if you occasionally encounter common people like them, they will definitely be chopped off with a knife. pb

Going further, after crossing a steep slope, there was a mountain village at the foot of the mountain. The smell of burning smell came from the wind. Yang Zhi understood that the village had fled and was dead. There were probably no living people left in that village.

The path winding down the hillside, there was still smoke from the charred dead wood. The fire must have been burning for six or seven hours. The Jurchens had been here during the day. As they walked inward and entered the village entrance, a large number of The corpses lay scattered on the ground, partially lying on the charred wood, half of the body was charred.

During the search, someone found a living person in a haystack not far from a collapsed house. There was a naked woman lying there with her legs spread wide and unable to be closed. There was a shocking knife incision on her neck, and her blood was coagulated. Near the wound, miraculously she was not dead yet.

The woman half-closed her eyes and moaned slightly in pain. When she saw Yang Zhi and others coming over, she was not afraid. She numbly squinted at the separated body of a child next to her.

Yang Zhi stood in front of her, gritted his teeth and whispered: "I am from the imperial court...don't be afraid."

The woman made no move, her pale lips trembled, "Kill me...Kill me..."

Over there, the figure stood in the wind for a while, pulled out the ancestral sword that drank the blood of the enemy, nodded, "Okay." A simple word came out from under the ghost's face, and he held the handle of the knife with both hands and plunged it into the woman's chest. Chest, the Wu Dynasty woman who had been humiliated and tortured finally breathed her last.

The knife was pulled out with bright blood. Yang Zhi stood there looking at the corpse for a long time, then took a few steps back, sheathed the knife, his cloak fluttered in the wind, and said in a hoarse voice: "Waste a little time, take a look. There is no one alive yet, the only way we can save them is to give them a good time."

No one in the team that came this time spoke. They were all formerly forbidden soldiers, and then joined the Jinyi Guards. They had also seen all kinds of blood, but the current feeling for them was another kind of pain, one was very vague, But it is a very sober feeling, coming from one’s own blood and the nation’s sorrow.

Scenes like this are not only found in this place in Xinzhou, but also in many, many places.

After delaying for about an hour, they left the village and headed towards Xinzhou City. In the middle of the night, Yang Zhi burst into the darkness in the mountains and forests. A corpse fell down under the steel knife. He stepped on the corpse and squatted down to look at it. The city over there stands in the dark.

Xinzhou has arrived.

Under the city wall, groups of soldiers and horses drove past, entering and leaving the city gate, or patrolling along the city wall. The smell of huge corpses was blown by the wind from the other side of the city. Going further inside, you could vaguely see the fire burning continuously, illuminating the top of the city and making everything red. Cries and screams were heard in the city.

"They massacred the city...for two days...these beasts..." You Jinyiwei clenched his fist and held on to the handle of the knife.

At the city gate in sight, carriages dragging corpses were coming in and out. Not far from the city gate, a huge pit had been formed, and corpses were thrown in one after another, headless, naked, Children, old people... all kinds of people were brutally slaughtered, thrown into pits, doused with kerosene and set on fire.

Huge pillars of fire rose into the sky, and the burning grease under the skin crackled in the fire... Some people who were not yet dead were awakened by the fire, screaming and running around in the fire, trying to climb up the pit. The Jurchen soldiers responsible for the burial nearby were laughing and pointing at the burning man and talking in Jurchen dialect. Then a soldier set up a bow and arrow and shot the man, which caused many people nearby to complain and be dissatisfied.

The figure in the woods was moving. Yang Zhi left the body of the Jurchen scout and led his men towards the city gate. He got closer and saw more clearly, "You have to hold back... you have to hold back... "You must hold back, we can't save a whole city with just a few people." He didn't dare to take off his ghost mask, not wanting his men to see his extremely angry expression at this moment.

The field of vision passed through the forest and spread out. The walls of the city were pierced with human heads, and they stretched out one after another. On the blood-stained face, the eyes were wide open, and they could not close their eyes. Occasionally, there would be a few women's screams, and then a figure would run out of the shadow of the city tower. In the firelight, the white body stained with blood ran along a section of the city wall, and was chased by several Jurchen soldiers who were guarding the city with wild laughter. To be dragged back.

The scream finally faded into the shadows.

"The governor said he wanted to kill a group of people... Let's just pick this group." Yang Zhi hid in the darkness of the forest, recruited several leaders, and conveyed some plans.

"But some of us may die."

"Don't be afraid—"

"Okay! Let's go!"

Late at night, among the faint stars, Dongchang Jinyiwei stood in the forest with a steel knife in his hand, looking towards a certain direction of the city gate.

Arm crossbows raised, they rushed out.