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Anyang walked among them without causing anyone to notice.

There was a thick **** smell in the air, corpses were lying everywhere, the surrounding wooden houses were burning, and some were burnt into coke, only white smoke.

It seems that after the city gate was broken, the two sides launched another fight in the alleyway, and ended in Luo Luogui's victory.

And it happened not long ago.

As for after the victory ...

Anyang frowned involuntarily.

He could feel the murderous intention that once existed in this city, and the desperate cruelty that followed. Stopping and closing his eyes, it seems that he can still hear the roaring shouts that flood the entire city.

The jingle of the collision of the weapons on both sides and the sound of the cutting edge of the sword are naturally different from the wars in the film and television works. There is no strong and powerful melody, nor the heroic color of the battle between you and me and the leader of the general. Some are just a group of rough-trained men and a group of peasants who take up weapons, and they are slashing their lives.

Even from a technical point of view, it is no better than the battle of the land ruffian rogue, the difference is that the scale is bigger, cruel, and bloody, and the loser will lose all!

When the offensive wins, they begin to impersonate the defender's homeland, which he wants to protect his life.

The loser was slaughtered, kneeling in a row, and his head was cut off in unison. The blood shot out, flowing down and down the uneven stone street.

Intruders rushed in when they saw the house, killed when they saw people, and robbed when they saw valuable things. Like a gesture of an aggressor.

As for seeing women ...

The scream seemed to haunt the ears, accompanied by the soldiers' shouting, scolding, and mad roar, they had already lost their humanity because they were fathers and husbands.

Anyang took a deep breath, removed his misunderstandings, and continued to walk, carefully avoiding the blood stains on the ground and watching while walking.

In fact, the real ancient city and the costume drama have quite different scenes from the major film and television cities. There are not so many courtyards and blue tiles and white walls, and there are not so many lofts. Most of them are not rotten and absolutely not. The good houses lined up, but after being raged by a fire, only a piece of coke remained, no matter how good or bad.

Occasionally, the smell of burning smell and the smell of meat can be smelled, but it is disgusting just to think of the corpses of civilians or soldiers falling in the house.

The flames exuded high temperature, ordinary people only walked around, and the blood on the ground was blistered.

Anyang walked into the inner city and his eyes immediately became cold.

Judging from the corpses and fire on the ground, the war should have ended yesterday. The civilians in the outer city were gathered here, some were **** in a string, and some were targeted by soldiers with iron swords and spears. They were abused like pigs and dogs in exchange for the cloth soldiers. Happy and laughing.

"Hahaha, pig!"

"Kill, old Gouzi, change me!"

"You come and you come, and I just get tired!"

The harsh words rang through my ears, and the desperate eyes of the civilians were everywhere, shouting and screaming. After changing a butcher, the massacre continued.

There are a few white students standing next to them. Some clothes were torn and some were cut off; most of them were **** with thick hemp rope, some were lost of life; some were only wearing coarse linen clothes worn by civilian women, and some were wearing a rich lady or an official family The clothes, and some of them are wearing more beautiful Lingluo gauze, are estimated to be the girls in the blue building.

Several rough and dark men were lying on several bodies and shouted arrogantly. And those women whimpering and crying, but to no avail.

Their bodies are covered with bruises, or they are covered with whip marks, and even traces of being burnt.

Obviously they suffered more than tarnishment, and even more inhuman abuse, just to satisfy these people * or to become the means by which the rulers used to control these animals.

"Damn, dead!"

A man scrambled to get up from a woman, throwing a hemp rope and lifting his pants.

The female clothes lying on the ground were half cut, the white body was covered with bruises and bite marks, the silver hairpin fell, and the black hair was scattered on the stone slab. Everyone's wife, can also see the beautiful face that is almost thirty years old but still beautiful.

And her fatal wound was a blood stain on her neck, apparently the rough man had just been pulled out with twine.

When the man walked back to his companion's position, he was immediately scolded: "You have a pustule, and finally found a cool enough one, and you were killed! That was when your pustule was originally farmed. The old lady who dares to look up, I still want to refresh myself ... "

The black man was talking, but suddenly found that the man in front was staring at his back, his eyes dull.

"what……"

The black man froze as soon as he turned around.

I did n’t know when there was a young man just now. He was wearing a gray robe, like a sage in the storytelling population, and it was not like the gods anyway.

The man stood staring at them lightly, unarmed, but the most shocking thing was his eyes, cold and indifferent.

"Who ... who!"

Ten men quickly turned around and grabbed the iron knife, and stood up towards Anyang.

Only the man did not move at the beginning, because only he saw that Anyang appeared there out of thin air.

Anyang did not speak, waved his hand, and suddenly burst out a fire dragon from the burning house next to him.

"boom!"

The fire dragon screamed loudly.

The men immediately screamed in excitement.

"what is this!"

"Black magic, black magic!"

"We rushed out!"

"No, it's too hot. The knife burns bright red when it touches. Our meat is made of it. It must have died in the past!"

The fire dragons under Anyang were highly concentrated, controlled not to be in contact with these people at all, and the temperature was extremely high.

But the fire dragon kept approaching these men, shrinking little by little, causing the temperature inside to get higher and higher.

"No, it's hot!"

"The skin has fallen off, I'm going to be burnt to death!"

"Forgiveness, Master, forgiveness!"

Several men dropped their iron swords and knelt down, just like those civilians and women did. But they are still violent to these people, and Anyang will naturally not let go.

"what!!!"

The screams came from far away.

Soon, there was no movement.

These people have become a charred corpse in the bitter torture, and they can't bear to see it.

Anyang waved another hand, the fire dragon swept by, swallowed the dead bodies of civilians on the ground, and waved again, untied the bound living people, and then turned around silently.

"Fairy!" Suddenly several people stopped him. "There are ghost soldiers everywhere. What should we do now?"

"Hide first, and leave after dark."

"Fairy, can you ..."

"No!"

Anyang answered decisively and stepped away.

Along the way, all the way is miserable.

He also killed all the way!

At first, Anyang insisted on punishment to let these soldiers die slowly in the torment, and finally found that there were too many beasts, and the torture could not be over, so he went directly to the killer!

He has seen the generals who are guarding the city and the officials in the city hanging up and whipping, and he has seen those who insult their wives, daughters and even mothers in the presence of these big men, and he has seen mud leg soldiers removing women from the inner city Dragging under the bed in the middle, nailing the hand to the door panel ...

For these, he was indifferent to each other, and immediately killed the killer, never leaving them to survive in the world.

Gradually, this army panicked.

There were also infantry formations and archers who tried to encircle and suppress him under the command of an officer, but the infantry were not close to him and the archers did not draw their bows.

Originally only passing through Jiazhou City, but he didn't expect to walk for nearly two hours before he finally passed through the city.

And more corpses have been left in the city.

This unit was almost dead and wounded.

It was almost dusk, the sunset was bloody, the city standing in the flames behind was broken, the tattered handsome flag was inserted at the head of the city, and a white robe silhouette slowly walked out, moving further and further away.

A stumbling soldier climbed up at the head of the city, staring at the figure, stunned, but opened his mouth slightly.

The man's shadow was drawn to the elder, as if walking towards the sunset step by step, and his body also melted into the **** light.

The cruelty of war is far beyond human expectations.

Especially wars without a bottom line.

Including the real world of Chinese history, even the most impressive anti-Japanese war in modern times, the anti-Japanese war that will grind your teeth every time you read it, but it is actually not the worst aggression placed on the Chinese orthodox dynasty. There are more dead and inhuman historical events abound.

What are the five turbulences, Jurchen's going south, Mongolia's south hunting, Qing army entering the customs, etc. are all cruel and abnormal.

The Nanjing Massacre was a wound in our lives, which is naturally worth remembering forever, but in all fairness, there are also inhumane war massacres such as the 10th Yangzhou and the Three Massacres in Jiading.

As far as Yizhou is concerned, there were 16 million people in Yizhou when Mongolia went south. The ancient Shu culture reached its peak, and after more than ten years of war, the population was less than one million.

The entire province was slaughtered.

The Qing army entered the whole area of ​​Nanming and fell, and Yizhou was also massacred. Six million people were left with 600,000 people, and ten rooms were empty.

This is an exaggerated idiom!

On the 10th of Yangzhou, the Qing army nailed civilian women's hands on the door and insulted them to death, never treating people as human beings.

The shame of Jing Kang, including the wives and daughters of the dynasty officials, the courtesans of the Qinglou, the harem concubines, princesses and even the empress were all taken to the Golden Kingdom and suffered the wanton defilement of the crude men.

Qianjin's body has become a mustard ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The difference is only whether people are willing to torture their hearts.

Therefore, if they are from the perspective of foreigners, they may feel that we are fighting against the Japanese War, the Nanjing Massacre and other special treatments. One of them is that the events in history have gradually gone away, and the war of aggression against China is near. In front of you. The second reason is that most of the slaughter and abusers in history have become part of the Chinese nation, and it is not easy to remember revenge, but the Japanese army still exists freely, waiting for us to take revenge ...

Of course, we certainly refuse to admit it.

This is after all a feud! Since it happened in our time, we should pay for it with our lives!

We will revenge after all.

Pull away.

And Anyang is thinking about people's hearts at this time.

These people used to have wives and children in the family. They should understand the feeling of humiliation of their wives and daughters more than anyone else. Why did they become such a crazy slaughterer?

What engulfed their humanity and transformed them from a living person into something that is not as good as a zombie?

Like in this massacre, or Wuhuranhua, Yangzhou, etc., the aggressors also killed when they saw people, and there was not much difference from zombies who saw bites when they saw people. Even more! At least the zombies will not drag people out of the well-kept cellar. At least the zombies will not insult you in every way to satisfy perverts, nor will they insult your wife or mother in front of you.

And the robbers on this road robbed and murdered, and the roadside corpses were different from the end.

No, this is the end.

No one has stipulated that only zombies are called the end.

The human heart can also lead to the end.

No wonder there will be apocalypse in the Bible. Even the creator can't stand the darkness he created.

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