Time-traveling hunk as wife

Lin Han shook his head slightly, arranged Lu Ming's clothes, hugged him in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep, I will know tomorrow."

Lin Han obviously knew about it, but avoided talking about it.

But the next day, after riding for more than three hours, I arrived in this small town.

Lu Ming's eyes widened in disbelief, his eyes were flushed, and he finally understood why Lin Han didn't tell him.

In the whole town, there are only broken walls and ruins, and the bodies of innocent people are everywhere.

Broken limbs were discarded at will.

The ground under his feet was soaked in blood, and it was dark red. This was a purgatory on earth.

This is the massacre, a tragic tragedy.

The army was stationed outside the city, and a small group of soldiers entered the city to clear the way.

Han Li deliberately wanted to give Lu Ming a bad start, so he deliberately entered the city with Shi Lei and Lu Ming.

From far away, Lu Ming even heard a few screams, which were barbarian curses.

Lu Ming was in the middle of the team. When he entered the city, he could only see the heads and torsos of a few barbarians separated, and some utensils and gold and silver were scattered around the corpses.

Presumably, he was greedy for some local property and brothers, so he didn't leave with the barbarian army.

The three brothers in tattered clothes curled up together with horror on their faces, weeping unceasingly.

Just when Lu Ming thought that these poor brothers were finally saved, he saw that Han Li ordered his soldiers to pick up a long knife and beheaded the three brothers.

When the three heads landed, their eyes were still wide open.

Blood splashed everywhere, even splashing to Lu Ming's feet.

Lu Ming's face suddenly turned pale, and his pupils constricted.

Half of it is loaded, usually because the stomach is churning.

Seeing Lu Ming's discoloration, Han Li sneered, and said disdainfully, "Lord Lu, you are a weak civil servant, you should stay in the capital, write paperwork, and compose poems. It's a matter of going to battle to kill the enemy. You can't even see a little blood for what the man did, how can it be."

Lu Ming knew that the other party was trying to show him off, and pretended to be frightened, but he looked at the other party stubbornly and said: "General Han, Lu was right just now, those people should be the people of Dayu, why kill them at will. "

Unexpectedly, Han Li seemed to have heard some joke, and laughed and said: "As brothers, they can't keep their chastity. If they lose their purity to barbarians, how can they survive in the world. Brothers have always regarded men as heaven. , Now that they are committed to the barbarians, it is hard to guarantee that they are not the spies of the barbarians."

Lu Ming's eyes widened in disbelief, and he glanced at Shi Lei subconsciously, and found that some of the generals present had no surprised expressions. Although not all of them agreed, it was meaningless.

This was completely inconsistent with his three views. Lu Ming opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was at a loss for words.

Just like if everyone thinks the earth is square, but you think the earth is round, you are different, just like mental illness.

Lin Han secretly tugged at the skirt of his clothes. Now that the army has just entered the north, and because of this matter, he quarreled with the general. No matter right or wrong, Lu Ming can't get it right.

Lu Ming swallowed his breath, his little face turned pale, and he stopped talking.

Continuing to walk in, when he came to an inn, he saw a big iron pot placed in the middle of the ground, Lu Ming couldn't bear it anymore, he vomited with a wow.

It turned out that in the big iron pot, in the boiling water, all the little hands and feet of the baby were boiled.

The entire inn wafted a strange fragrance.