Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

It wasn't until Miao Dao walked out of the mountain gate and saw the scene of three hundred Han troops being slaughtered by the Yuan army after being used as bait, that some seeds of resentment could not help but grow in his heart.

And at the instigation of Zhao Ke, the pleasure of killing the young general of the Yuan army still feels soul-stirring in retrospect.

But that's all.

After all, Miao Daoyi was just a young man, he couldn't think of anything deeper, and he didn't think about why he became so irritable and angry when he saw the Han army being slaughtered.

Until this moment, in Zhao Ke's words, it seemed to be pushing open the door of the answer for him.

I saw Zhao Ke called out the Daxia Ding and put the fat pig into the Ding.

He cupped his fists at Miao Dao and said, "Miao Daoist, there will be a period later."

"You haven't told me the answer yet!" Seeing that Zhao Ke was about to leave, Miao Dao stepped forward and asked. He already had a direction in his heart, but he was still short of the last step.

Zhao Ke turned his back to Miao Daoyi, under his sword-shaped eyebrows, his eyes shone brightly, showing his white teeth, he ignored Miao Daoyi's inquiry and walked towards Da Xia Ding.

Just walking, but listening to Zhao Ke reading.

"Jingkang is ashamed, but it's still not snowing.

When the courtier hates it!

Drive a long car and cross the Helan Mountain.

Aspirations hungry for the Hulu meat, and laughed and thirst for the blood of the Huns.

Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que. "

After reading the poem, guest Zhao has escaped into Daxia Ding, and left first with a golden light.

Only on the bow of the boat, Miao Daoyi was in a daze, mumbling and repeating the poem written by Zhao Ke just now.

After not reading it again, Miao Dao turned pale.

This "Manjianghong" is exactly the poem written by Yue Fei in the former dynasty.

Zhao Ke used this poem to represent his ambition, and at the same time, it is not a kind of irony to him.

Yue Fei died only a hundred years ago, but today's Han people do not have the courage and pride that Yue Fei had back then.

Quanzhen Sect claims to be the state religion, but in fact it is only a tool of the Yuan Dynasty, and now it is facing the situation of being abandoned.

At this time, I will face this poem by Yue Fei again.

Miao Daoyi asked himself that he still had three points of blood, he was a big man who stood up to the sky, but he was so ashamed by this poem that he couldn't lift his head up.

"Aspirations to eat the meat of the Hulu, laughing and talking about thirsting for the blood of the Huns. Hahahaha..."

In the cabin, Xiao Yan nervously looked at Miao Daoyi, sitting on the bow, and suddenly burst out laughing, the laughter went from flat to crazy, and finally burst into tears while laughing and hugging her head.

He lost.

He looked down on Zhao Ke's heretic background, but he suffered from Zhao Ke's hands repeatedly, and wanted to overwhelm Zhao Ke with a young mind.

When he didn't want to say goodbye, the other party just showed his ambition, which made him feel ashamed and ashamed.

A slap left him speechless.

After a while, Xiao Yan saw that Miao Daoyi seemed to have calmed down, and then walked forward cautiously: "My lord."

As soon as Miao Dao raised his head, it seemed that after crying for a while, his mood calmed down.

"Is it true what he said about first-born birth and virginity?"

Miao Daoyi thought for a long time before asking Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan nodded: "It's true, even if it is a poor family, if it is reincarnated, it must fall to death, otherwise the child will only be despised by other Han people as bastards."

"Then why didn't they resist?"

As soon as Miao Dao finished speaking, his face darkened, and when he asked this sentence again, he felt his face turn red.

Yeah, why don't you resist!

Miao Dao's eyes were as bright as fire, and he silently looked at the bustling and splendid pier in the distance. This time, he couldn't see the bustling, but only saw the bloody bones all over the ground.

For a moment, he clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath and whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "You can do it, so can I."

Chapter 1077 Dadu

Most of the Yuan Dynasty Kaiping City.

Looking at the sea of ​​people on the street, it was far more prosperous than what Zhao Ke had imagined.

In addition to the Han people here, there are also Semu people (European)

The Yuan Dynasty ruled a vast land like a behemoth.

This is a brutal world.

A nomadic nation wantonly invaded other civilizations, trampled those glorious and proud civilizations under their feet and ravaged them wantonly.

The industrious Han people became the slaves of the Yuan people.

The surrounding kings who boasted of being extraordinary were beheaded by Yuan warriors with butcher knives, and the heads of the kings were used to make exquisite wine glasses.

Those blond princesses in gorgeous long dresses silently opened their thighs to welcome the next Yuan Clan warrior.

However, after another squandering of the butcher's knife, these warriors of the Yuan clan have already learned to enjoy it.

Countless gold and silver treasures flowed into the capital of the Yuan Dynasty like flowing water.

Countless beauties crawled at the feet of those noble lords like dogs.

The sweet wine poured into his throat, and corruption began to breed recklessly in Dadu like countless moths.

Including this inn, they all started the slave business.

After Zhao Ke refused to buy the female slave recommended by the store for the third time, looking at the extremely prosperous city in front of him, Zhao Ke felt an inexplicable sigh in his heart.

His history is not good, and he doesn't know how long the huge empire of the Yuan Dynasty has existed.

The only thing we know is that when the flag of righteousness of Ming Dynasty was raised high, this behemoth, even a rare empire in Asian history, was wiped out in an instant.

"Why don't you just kill that kid? With your strength, including me and Mazi, even ten of them are no match for him."

The fat pig was lazily lying on the Persian carpet, holding a wine glass made of horns in one hand, savoring the unique taste of this era.