After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 481

This place is thousands of miles away from the capital, and the emperor would never send anyone to check it out.

Whether it is successful or not is just a matter of his words.

"Your Highness!" Ye Zhao couldn't bear it all the time, "We have less than a thousand people, how can we compete with them, if they attack in groups, how will we deal with ourselves?"

"The long cold and hunger have already destroyed them to the point of dilapidation. They can't resist."

He stared straight ahead, and uttered a sentence in an extremely calm manner.

This time, he did something against his conscience. When he ascends to the throne of God, he will definitely treat the people of Yanjing Dynasty well.

Ye Zhao lowered his head in embarrassment, and finally uttered a desolate sentence: "Subordinate, follow orders."

……

The arrival of Nanrong brought hope to the people living in dire straits in Hezhou.

Even though every day is miserable, but thinking of the prince of the imperial dynasty sharing the troubles with them, he is filled with strength immediately.

As long as they survive this period of bitterness and hardship, the prince will definitely let them see new hope.

However, they didn't wait for the light, they only waited for the killer who broke into the door.

They are all cold-blooded and ruthless, killing people without blinking an eye.

The cold iron glowing with cold light streaked across the night sky, even the newborn baby was not spared.

Ye Zhao raised the butcher knife, his face was stained with countless blood.

However, before the knife fell, a small force grabbed the corner of his clothes, and he looked down.

The woman in a rag cotton coat, with disheveled hair, the blood in front of her eyes, and the death of the villagers almost drove her crazy.

"Why? Why?" She tugged at the corner of Ye Zhao's clothes, crying and questioning.

Ye Zhao stood under the wind and snow, his eyes fixed on the woman.

He remembered her, she said her name was Hong Feng, her parents froze to death when she went hunting in the mountains the year she was born, and she grew up relying on the morsels of coarse grains saved by the villagers.

He remembered that when he first arrived in Hezhou with the crown prince, she happily handed him a small piece of hardened steamed bun.

Her eyes seemed to be the brightest stars in the night sky. At that time, she was full of yearning, "Can I call you Brother Ye Zhao? Because I heard His Highness call you Ye Zhao."

Holding the steamed bun in his hand, he felt suddenly heavy.

He looked at her complicatedly, and said two words, "Yes."

She laughed happily in an instant, "Brother Ye Zhao, does it mean that no one will die next year, and Hong Feng will be able to eat and dress warmly? Your Highness the Crown Prince is really a good person, and you, Brother Ye Zhao, are also a good person."

The words were still in his ears, but at this moment, he raised his butcher knife and slaughtered the villagers who raised her one by one.

"Brother Ye Zhao, why..."

She tugged at the hem of his clothes, trying to stand up.

I don't know if it's hurt or too sad, she always slides down weakly, but stands up desperately, like a warrior who never gives up.

In the snowy night, Ye Zhao's warm heart gradually boiled when he heard the screams and moans that filled his ears, saw the shadows of swords and swords, and saw so many flesh and blood bodies fall beside him.

He raised his eyes to the sky, and the dark sky pushed everyone here to the abyss of fate.

What awaits them is death.

While Ye Zhao was in a trance, a man raised his long sword and stabbed towards Hong Feng.

With a sound of "铛", the deadly sword under his crotch, "Yewu!"

(End of this chapter)