[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

In the autumn of Deyou's 25th year, the few remaining and fragmented autumns of the Southern Dynasty came to an end in the scarlet sunset.

The Tartars went south and completely occupied Shangzhou. The frontier army suffered heavy casualties.

It was as if the nightmare from a few years ago came again. Those barbaric and terrifying nomads aimed their iron hooves at the Central Plains again. Where can the Tartars go this time?Hang Jing?Where will the court of the Southern Dynasty retreat?It can't just continue going south——

"Maybe the capital will be moved to the sea!"

Under the low city gate, the soldiers and men laughed together, as if moving the imperial capital three times was an all-too-common naughty joke.

After laughing, another human said: "Maybe this time we will get married again, and the Tartars will not fight against the border again."

"Marriage? Tsk, it's really cheap for those savages, and spare them a thin-skinned and white-fleshed princess."

"Hey, no one will take advantage of you if it's cheap, and those Tartars have big appetites, occupying our land, wanting beautiful women, money and food, that's a lot of money..."

Yes, that's a lot of money.

Whether it is the military expenditure required for border defense or the "protection fee" that the Southern Dynasty is likely to hand over, the source of all this has to be the people of the Southern Dynasty. This year's taxes are even higher, which is not considered a good year. Another sharp knife was drawn underneath.

Once the taxes related to their vital interests are mentioned, these military men can no longer joke easily, but they dare not curse the county magistrate who made the tax order, nor dare to gossip about the cashier who came to collect taxes, so they can only put all the The grievances are all vented on the safest topics——

"His mother! Wei's traitor will die!"

"Hmph, I still have the face to talk about 'generational loyalty', it's all bullshit."

"I heard that men Lingchi and women and children were thrown into the prison. I haven't heard such severe torture for many years. Unfortunately, I can't see it..."

"If I were their ancestors, I would have to jump from the grave!"

"Hey, it deserves to be killed a thousand times, but it's a pity to chop up those women and send them to the tiles for everyone to taste."

……

Everyone was scolding to their heart's content when a tall man suddenly stood up from the base of the wall. He was wearing clothes bought from an old pawn, and he was wearing worn-out straw sandals. .

"Hey you--"

Seeing that this person was about to leave, the team leader raised his voice and stopped, but he really couldn't remember the name of this newcomer, so he said vaguely, "Where are you going? The guards are not allowed to leave without authorization!"

The man didn't speak, but pointed to the corner of the city, where the soldiers relieved their hands.

The team leader suddenly had nothing to say. Seeing the figure of the man disappear, he spat in a low voice: "It's more boring than a dumb man. If this person wasn't brought by Mr. Li, he would have been beaten to death."

The leader sat down again, and everyone no longer cared about this little episode, and continued to talk and laugh on their own. The topic just now seemed to have swallowed up all the troubles in life, and they could happily chat about eating, drinking, and gambling again.

Amidst the obscene laughter getting lower and lower, the man who left first did not relieve himself as the team leader guessed. He climbed up the city wall alone, and looked towards the northwest direction in the dark night.

Yesterday, the Wei family exterminated the family and executed the execution at Caishikou. The people gathered around and applauded, and even Shangzhou people who fled from the northwest picked up minced meat and chewed their spit in public...

How do ordinary people know what happened at the border?They were soaked in blood and hatred, and their bitterness and hatred had nowhere to vent. Under the guidance of the emperor and sage, the boiling public grievances rushed to the most "just" direction.

The cold winter was coming, and the cold wind from the northwest was blowing across the city, Wei Jinghuan closed his eyes, as if he heard countless souls wailing.

His compatriots, his comrades-in-arms, his teacher, his family... It was a blink of an eye. Everyone died, died under the butcher's knife of the Tartars, died in the imperial decree of the government, even if they died I can't rest in peace.

Now that Huo Yuhuai couldn't protect himself, he had to return to the Huo family's ancestral land to temporarily avoid the limelight. Only Wei Jinghuan remained incognito, forced to stay in Gyeonggi, not knowing where to go.

In the howling cold wind, Wei Jinghuan opened his eyes again, and looked numbly at the dark sky in the northwest. He would rather die on the battlefield of Yanguan long ago than live in this world.

Even at this point, Wei Jinghuan still has not changed his beliefs. He loves this land forever. He has the ability to reach the sky. He is willing to put his heart and soul to the ground for his belief. The Wei family has been loyal for generations, and he cannot let the family be stigmatized. ...

But what if the stigma was cast on them by the emperor?

Those who have been taught over and over again in the family school, those parents and elders who have spoken to each other, those who have been loyal to the country, loyal to the emperor, and those who are loyal to the country and have to die—who among you can tell me what is "loyalty"?

Is it the royal family that destroyed the family that I want to protect?Or are these people who insult and hate Wei Shi?Or is it just the land that gave birth to me?

Wei Jinghuan remained silent for a long time, the setting sun had long since disappeared, and the sky and the earth were in darkness. He looked at the dark tower, as if he was measuring whether this towering building could satisfy a person who wanted to die.

At this moment, the road in the distance was lit up with dots of flames. Wei Jinghuan stood tall and saw the horses coming from afar at a glance. They should be messengers, otherwise no one would be able to come here. Pass the checkpoint at night.

The Pegasus arrived at the city gate, and quickly passed under the city gate. Wei Jinghuan finally remembered his duty, so he walked slowly down the tower and ran into the team leader head-on—this small-bellied guy didn't even think about it. It didn't happen because of his subordinate's dereliction of duty, on the contrary, he looked terrified and panicked, as if he didn't recognize Wei Jinghuan.

Wei Jinghuan's heart tightened: "What's wrong?"

"The Tartars have captured Yizhou again!" The team leader shouted in a panic without even looking at who was asking, "Ezhou! Ezhou..."

Ezhou...

Wei Jinghuan reacted abruptly!Ezhou is the ancestral land of the Wei family and the Huo family, and now Huo Yuhuai is there.

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"Surrender without killing!"

"The Khan is merciful! You are allowed to live in this land—"

In the city where Kaesong surrendered, the Tartars finally put down their butcher knives, which means that they will not be able to search for the wealth of this city well, but the military order is above-the Khan is willing to let these southerners enjoy the third-class people ( First-class Tatar, second-class Semu) status.

However, those civilians who have been plundered of a large amount of property, lost almost all legal protection, and had to undertake heavy labor, did not seem to be much different from slaves.

The people all over the city just knelt on both sides of the road trembling, fearful and hated, waiting for the Tartar officers to count them up. They would record the population like counting animals.

The soldiers of the Tartars ran rampant in the streets, snatched the spoils from each other, and loudly commented on the southern people who were kneeling all over the ground. In the surrendered city, all the population was the property of the Khan, and they could not be captured and slaughtered at will.

Chaoluomen galloped across the streets, quickly searching the city, his grace could easily uncover many hidden conspiracies, so he was always the busiest whenever he raided new occupied areas.

However, this city is fairly honest, and there are no tricks to feign surrender...

Chao Luomen finished the work smoothly, but he was still in a bad mood. He drove the horse back and saw a place of black smoke curling up from the burning in the distance.

Since the surrender of the city, there have been many fires burning in the city, and there are always so many annoying things that need to be cleared, but this time the fireworks stopped Chao Luomen—a man standing beside the fire familiar figure.

Chao Luomen's irritability was swept away, and he immediately got off his horse and walked quickly: "Teacher, why are you here? It's still messy here, just let me find what you want."

Since the Battle of Yanguan Budweiser, the priests of the Tartars suffered heavy casualties, which brought great sorrow to Chaoluomen. Wuyun Yada, who was like an old grandmother, died. The powerful body was oppressed and riddled with holes.

Chaoluomen still remembers the scene a few months ago. The ghosts all over the sky disappeared, and the clear sky was revealed again. The broken city wall could no longer be an obstacle. They won the victory, and everyone cheered—until Ge Riletu hugged their little uncle from the arrow tower.

Since the first meeting when we were young, Chao Luomen has never seen Huo in such a posture. He always seems to be extremely powerful and calm, and has never been this...so fragile for a moment.

The already pale skin had completely lost its color, and the black hair on the temples was also stained with frost and snow due to the loss of energy. When Hoelanle was lying on the bed peacefully, it looked like some kind of sacrificial vessel carved from jade.

Joelanle, how did you fall down?

The strength of the little uncle is almost the truth written in Chao Luomen's memory, but sometimes this truth becomes invalid. This feeling is like the moon in the sky falling down and turning into a bright jade with cracks, powerlessly Nestled in his palm, ready to shatter at any moment.

At that moment, great fear rose in Chao Luomen's heart, and he finally calmed down until Huo Erlanle woke up, but the torture of more than ten days still left him with a haze. The bottom of his heart is always awakened when he sees the white hair on the sideburns of the teacher...

"There are many books stored here, so I asked them to put out the fire." Miao Xuan explained briefly, and then asked, "Chao Luomen, is your patrol over?"

Chao Luomen snapped back to his senses: "It's over!"

Because what was burned were wooden buildings and books, and the ashes were scattered everywhere, Miao Xuan coughed a few times, and immediately said to Luomen: "Little uncle, leave it to me here, no matter what books you have, I They will all be packed and delivered to you.”

Miao Xuan waved his hand: "No need, I just passed by here—"

"Thief! Don't even try to take my book! Burn it all and don't give it to you!!"

On the side of the open space, a wilting old man suddenly got up and yelled insults: "You have done all kinds of evil things, and sooner or later you will exterminate the genocide. You are also worthy of reading and writing!"

Miao Xuan: ...

Since entering this city, Miao Xuan's small map was almost covered with red dots. He was also used to the hostile attitude of the southerners, and this was the first person who dared to jump out and strongly protest.

The feedback was also immediate. Before the old man could say a third sentence, the surrounding Tatar soldiers had already held him down, and even his family members were put on the knife. Just waiting for an order, his head fell to the ground—fortunately Most of the Tar soldiers could not understand the words of the old man, otherwise their family would have been wiped out first.

Looking at the southern man dressed as a scholar on the ground, Chao Luomen couldn't help but laugh first, he turned to Miao Xuan and said, "Little uncle, look, this kind of Southern Dynasty literati who refuses to kill himself and claims to be loyal is really the most hypocritical The ridiculous thing can only insult the cold winter like a bug, and then die in despair."

Miao Xuan: "...let's go and let those irrelevant people go."

"Don't worry little uncle, I know you are soft-hearted, I won't kill other people." Chao Luomen smiled softly, "Even if it's this guy... Well, since he can collect so many books, give He's going to be fine."

The gagged old man struggled angrily, and his expression became very distorted, as if it was inconceivable for a Tartar to understand the value of books—maybe in his opinion, Tartars are just like pigs and dogs, and should not be with them. Knowledge comes together.

"It's been a long time in peace and stability, have you forgotten your ancestors..." Zhao Luomen glanced condescendingly at the old man with a sneer on his face, and then said to Miao Xuan, "The southerners claim to be the descendants of Ji Jiang, and they use the method of winning The future generations claim to be themselves, but whether it is the mutual conquest between the two tribes of Ji and Jiang, or the sweeping of the winning country to unify the world, they all seized the land of the Central Plains through war. Now we are doing the same thing as the ancestors of the southerners , they couldn’t accept it.”

The old literati probably didn't expect that a tartar would know history, and this kind of argument was absolutely unacceptable to him. His eyes were tearing apart, and he struggled to argue——

"killed."

Chao Luomen ordered indifferently: "Khan's kindness will not be left to the rebels."

The head fell to the ground, the blood spurted, and the actions of the Tar soldiers were really clean and neat. They didn't even let the stolen goods get on the corners of the nobles' clothes.

Chao Luomen was still smiling, but his movements were very strong, and he walked forward with Miao Xuan halfway: "Let's go, little uncle, let's go back and formulate new rules? More suitable for this land — the laws of the Tartars."

The decapitated corpse has been dragged down, and the relatives of the old man have also recovered their lives, but they have lost their ancestral treasures, and have fallen into the noble class. Perhaps for them, the lingering future is worse than death.

"Southern people value culture over military, and their khan is afraid that the power of the army will be taken away by others." Chaoluomen is talking about it, after all, there is almost no literati class among nomads, so Chaoluomen is very fond of this group. I care, "In governing the country, I actually rely a lot on these people who were re-elected from books... and now, it's time for these 'literati' to repay."

"Either pick up a knife and stand on the battlefield, or wipe your own neck and cut it off, or obediently kneel down and serve. As for those who want to live and want...'morality'? It's this." Chao Luomen repeated Repeat this Nan word, sneer, "Then they won't get anything."

Miao Xuan: "..."

"But Father Khan is going to start recruiting literati among the southerners, and we will soon see how extraordinary these people are... Speaking of which, there are quite a few literati who have surrendered." Chao Luomen sneered, " Kneeling at the gate of the city one after another, comparing official positions and fame, hoping to step on others to make themselves the top, it's really interesting."

Since the injury, Miao Xuan has hardly managed affairs, and he has only heard about this incident, but no matter what kind of national struggle, the capitulators will never disappear, only more or less.

"These southern literati who have betrayed their ethnic group are the most cunning. They are the best at saying nice things in order to deceive others' trust and seek benefits for themselves."

When he reached the headwind, Chao Luomen stopped. He unscrewed the water bag and wet the handkerchief, and handed it to Miao Xuan with a smile: "Little uncle, I know you like all kinds of books, and I like them too. I'll get you as many dead things as you want, but the living ones... be careful."

Miao Xuan took the handkerchief and thanked in a low voice: "I won't be deceived."

Zhao Luomen withdrew his smile: "I won't let them have this chance either."