Mixing ancient times with Taobao

Chapter 238 Anger

The team moved forward in silence.

The wind, passing through the streets and alleys, weeps low and deep, fresh and heavy.

Zuo Fu gritted his teeth, with both hands backward, firmly grasping the hemp rope, trying to move forward.

It is not easy to complete such a job around the city, dragging such a cart with a person who has been dead for a long time on it.

But she can't give up.

It's like Ji Qiuping didn't fall down until his death!
This is her pawn!
It was the soldiers brought out bit by bit by her own hands!
If he didn't fall, neither can she!
There are always people standing on both sides of the road ahead.They looked at her and Ji Qiuping in the car, and when they passed by, they would bow deeply and bow until all the fallen soldiers passed by.

At last……

When the last person in the group passes by, they will pick it up automatically.The whole city was silent, there was no shouting, no flood of admiration, nothing but the sound of silently following footsteps and the low whistling of the wind passing through.

His hands hurt and his feet were sore, Zuo Fu tried his best to understand Ji Qiuping's belief at the last moment before he died.

What kind of belief is supporting him?
All the sages she has seen have been turned into words, but at this moment, there is an ordinary soldier who has lived himself into faith.

She wanted to understand this spirit very much, but she didn't know where to understand it.All she can do is not give up.

The hemp rope made her shoulders hurt, and even though the thick winter clothes blocked it, she still felt that it was torn there.

The hand holding the hemp rope was also worn out, painful but numb.

There was nothing in her eyes, only the way forward.

One step, one step, another step, passing the Old Tenghua Pavilion, passing Xianzhi Street, passing the Zhifu Yamen, passing Shuangguifang, and finally returning to Qingguo Lane to reach the ancient village.

Zoff stopped here.

Everyone stopped.

They looked at Zuo Fu, but no one spoke.

The wind is getting stronger...

The sun was also gradually setting, and the temperature became lower and lower, but no one left.

ancient village...

This place is where the survivors of the massacre gathered.They are in the city, not far from Maxiang.

At that time, that battle played out the martial spirit of Changzhou people from the south to the north, but it also destroyed Changzhou, which was prosperous throughout the Song Dynasty.

Everyone was slaughtered, only a few families hid under the bridge hole, survived, and survived to form the ancient village.

The old village is dead, and the mottled walls cannot be continued in the new city, just like that, the whole city is dead!
Silence, everyone is silent.

Memories were washing over them.

The past that has been passed down from generation to generation has been uncovered little by little, exposing the white bones, so painful, so frightening.

People's bodies trembled slightly. The barbarism's conquest of civilization has never stopped. This time, they are so close to the tragedy of their ancestors. The city is not dead, but they have already experienced the fear of ruining the country and destroying their families!
Everyone was silent. Everyone gathered in the ancient village. The descendants of the survivors of the ancient village stood at the front. They wore sackcloth and filial piety, and held tablets of ancestors, some of which had bloodstains on them.

This is the blood of the ancestors!

For hundreds of years, the blood has never been dried!
When will the barbaric conquest of alien races end? !They talk about benevolence and fraternity, but why do they always get bullied? !
Is the only way to be barbaric is to kill? !Just like what Taizu and Chengzu did!Fight to the end, killing all the Yuan Tartars? !
But the Yuan Tartars are gone, and now the Qing Tartars are here again. When will this day end? !

Sadness welled up in his heart, and then slowly receded, and anger filled his chest.

They were red-eyed, thinking about those tartars who were left outside the ancient village, and those traitors who took their thieves as their fathers!
They want to kill these people!

Do not……

Killing them is cheap for them!
The scariest thing in this world is never death!

The most terrifying thing in this world is not being able to survive, not being able to die!

These innocent blood-stained people deserve the cruelest death in the world: Ling Chi!

"Cut them!"

I don't know who shouted loudly, breaking the terrible silence!

"Especially those traitors!!"

The enemy cannot be hated, the most hateful thing is the betrayal of one's own people!

These Ming soldiers who surrendered were not good at fighting the Tartars, but they were more vicious than anyone else when they beat them!

The common people didn't know that the Qing army didn't treat the surrendered Ming army as human beings, they only treated them as slaves.If the slave does not fight bravely, the whole family will die!
"Yes! Cut them! We will eat their flesh and drink their blood!"

"Ling Chi!"

"Ling Chi!"

"Ling Chi, Ling Chi!"

The people boiled and shouted angrily!

"Revenge for the hero! Put Duoduo in the frying pan!"

"And that shit Fu Guogong! Let's put it in the frying pan together!"

Zuo Fu stood there without speaking, just letting the people shout.

The captives standing on the official road outside the ancient village could not help trembling with fright when they heard these cries.

This Zuofu can let them go, but will the people agree?
Can Zoff really keep them?

I don't know how long it took, and seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Zuo Fu let out a long sigh, picked up the loudspeaker and said, "Folks, I'm sorry that I can't promise you."

"My lord, what are you?!"

A squire said angrily: "Many of the soldiers who died here were from our hometown. Could it be that they died in vain like this?! Shouldn't the murderer be punished?!"

"My lord, my lord!"

The family members burst into tears, "You, you, are you going to let these executioners go? My son, my son! My lord, my lord, please make the decision!"

With tears in his eyes, Zuofu choked up and said, "They are your sons and my soldiers. I understand your feelings. It's just that the Qing army is still surrounded on the other side of the Yangtze River. My Ming needs time to recuperate. Now the Prince of Tartars , Dorgon's nephews are all in our hands, we must keep them alive in exchange for my time to cultivate and recuperate."

"Then, the traitor can always be killed?!"

Someone said indignantly: "These forgotten things are worse than Tartars!"

"Kong Youde has been killed by them."

Zuo Fu said: "I promised them that as long as they surrender, they will not be blamed for the past. However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped. I have decided to let them go to Buyi to dig coal mines."

Seeing the excitement of the people, Zuo Fu hurriedly said: "Folks! I know you hate! But for a person who has committed a heinous crime, death is nothing but relief! We can't let these people die, they must live to forgive their sins!!"

"I think the adults are right."

Tan Sidao stood up and bowed to the elders of Changzhou: "Although we have defended Changzhou in this battle, since the Tartars can touch it once, they can't touch it a second time? Can we be so lucky every time? We still need to build the new wall in Changzhou, repair the roads, and do a good job in farming. If these heinous people can get me a few years of peace in Ming Dynasty, it will be worth it..."

(End of this chapter)