MTL - Three Kingdoms-Chapter 2822 Life and death in the turmoil in Kucha, Xinhe City called Yama

  The rising sun floods the earth with light.

  The sun shines on the clouds, and the sky shows a bright agate red color, making the mountains and rivers far and near dazzling.

  Most morning air is fresh, but this time...

   But there is more **** smell.

  A great chaos is spreading.

  While Gao Shun defeated the Black Armored Army of Che Shihou, Hu Tutian in Kucha also launched the so-called "crusade against the rebels".

  The killing spread across the grassland Gobi, like a blood-red tide, drowning all living beings. Hu Tutian was in charge of the soldiers and horses, and at first he just said "make a tooth sacrifice" or something, but after he opened the meat, he couldn't hold back, and his blood-red eyes were fixed on one tribe after another.

   Although some of the Kucha tribe organized sporadic resistance, they were crushed without a trace under the catastrophe.

  Lu Bu may or may not know.

  But generally you should know it.

  Because Hu Tutian sent back some fodder for cattle and sheep to Lu Bu, saying that it was a "trophy of war".

  The blood-red stains on these "trophies" are also equivalent to Hu Tutian's temptation. For such a temptation, Lu Bu didn't give much response, which made Hu Tutian and others go crazy even more.

  Xinhe is the big city of Kucha.

   Hu Tutian didn’t do anything in Xinhe, but he didn’t let go around Xinhe City.

  Of course, this big city is only in the Western Regions. Compared with the big cities in the Central Plains, Xinhe City is actually a bit small. Because of the frequent wars in the Western Regions, the city defenses are still relatively tight, and business from south to north has prospered here, making it a permanent population of tens of thousands.

   In any case, it can be regarded as a big piece of fat.

  Ximen, Lu Bu held his saber, sat on horseback, and staggered into Xinhe City with the troop of soldiers and horses. No one came and went on both sides of the street, and all the people in Kucha hid in their homes and did not dare to show their faces. They watched these "killing and setting fires" and "doing all kinds of evil" Han people in horror from the gaps in the doors and windows...

   Lu Bu did not "murder and set fire" or "do all kinds of evil", but his vassal army did.

   It was done under the banner of the Han people.

  The body of Qiuci Xinhe and the city guard who were guiding in front of Lu Bu trembled slightly, whether it was nervousness or fear.

  In the eyes of the Kucha people, the current Han people are evil people.

   is the aggressor.

   Lu Bu can also feel this change, but he doesn't care.

  In Lu Bu's mind, his attitude towards these people from the Western Regions is actually the same as his attitude towards those Xiongnu Xianbei in Bingzhou in the past.

   Treat everyone equally, they are all rubbish.

  So Lu Bu would care what the trash thinks of him? Or do you care about whether the garbage is doing well?

   Or is there something hateful about trash...

  …┐(～)┌…

  The spear danced.

  The saber is raised.

  Blood dripping.

  A pasture two hundred miles southwest of Kuqa City.

  The herdsmen ran out frantically, while Hu Tutian pushed forward with his men and horses behind. In the pasture, a devastating fight, or massacre.

   There seemed to be a figure shaking in a tent, and the soldiers directly took their spears and pierced through it, and blood flowed out from the breach in the tent.

   Man, dead.

  Woman, crying.

  The old man, the child, screamed.

  Some people tried to hide under the grass cart, but their arms and heads were crushed by the chaotic horseshoes.

  Some people tried to fight back with a pitchfork, but were chopped down and killed by more elite spears and knives.

  Some people shot one or two soldiers to death with a longbow, but they were directly knocked into the air by the cavalry who rushed forward, spurting blood in the air...

  Corps and blood spread among the pastures.

  A burly man roared and rushed out of the grassland, raised the hammer in his hand, and smashed the head of one of Hu Tutian's soldiers, just like smashing a watermelon.

Another vassal soldier next to him stabbed with a spear, and the strong man swung the hammer again, and the spear flew out tremblingly with a buzzing sound, and then simply smashed it open again with a snap. A brain.

  Grey-white brains, bright red blood, sprayed everywhere.

  『Die! 』

  The burly man growled, like an enraged bear, with the hammer in his hand flying, smashing flying people, weapons, blood, bones, and the anger in his heart.

  However, the arrow flew over and pierced into his chest.

  The man continued to walk a few steps forward, and there were a few more arrows.

  He made a final pounce with all his strength and knocked down a vassal soldier, but he didn't have the strength to kill the vassal soldier. The soldier narrowly escaped death, hurriedly pushed the man's body away, then laughed and cursed neurotically and hacked at the man's body with a knife...

  Such a strong man is rare after all.

  More ordinary, vulnerable herdsmen, young and old.

   Occasional small-scale resistance, except for a few good players who can fight and escape, most of the resistance is usually crushed soon after.

  The corpse was either lying in the field, or was hoisted and hung on a stake...

  …彡(-_-;)彡…

   Live and die.

   Except for human beings, perhaps there is no race in this nature that is so keen on slaughtering itself, not killing for the sake of survival.

   Maybe it’s the difference in language, maybe the inconsistency of skin color, maybe just a few simple words, all the previous friendliness can be thrown away, leaving only cruelty.

  China is vast, but no matter how vast the land is, there will still be frontiers.

  A frontier is not a line on a map, nor two words in a document. The frontier is the snow-capped mountains in the north and the mountains in the south. One step forward is another country, and one step back is the homeland.

   It's just that in the frontier, there are always some people. They may have never left the ten miles and eight villages where they are in their entire lives. For these people, what is the frontier?

  The splendor, variety, prosperity, and glory of the two capitals may not be as good as a bowl of water at home or a bowl of rice in a pot for them.

   And now, all of this has been destroyed by the Shura-like battlefield and demon-like soldiers.

  Among the chaos and noise, the primitive and barbaric atmosphere is spreading everywhere. Buddha statues were pushed down and the gold leaf was scraped off. The gemstones inlaid to become eyeballs were picked away, leaving only black holes.

  Pray for longevity but not longevity.

  Seeking the afterlife There is no afterlife.

  If you sit on the edge of the long river of history and look down with detached eyes, Lu Buxi’s expedition, to a certain extent, even if it caused these killings, it cannot be regarded as all bad.

  Because there are too many big and small states in the Western Regions.

  Although Lu Bu said that it was essentially a destruction of the order of the Western Regions, from another perspective, it may be the "great integration of nationalities" that those experts often say.

The brick family has no humanity, um, it is detached from humanity, ahem, from a superman’s extremely rational and objective point of view, Lu Bu’s vicious and barbaric destruction of Dawan did indeed produce A little good effect. Although, this good, compared to his evil, is just a by-product, not his original intention.

  For Lu Bu personally, he has no meaning at all.

   He just thought, so he did it.

  If you want to do it, do it.

  Lu Bu doesn't like to be restrained, like a wild horse on the grassland, he can go wherever he wants.

  Lu Bu didn't think much about it at all. He was proud because of his stupidity, and he became more and more stupid because of his pride.

Brick experts will say that the benefit of Lu Bu's westward expedition is not the real Dawan **** horses, but through the war, clearing the frontiers and other borders on the east-west traffic road, blocking the unreachable roads in the past, As much as possible, it indirectly promoted the exchange of Eastern and Western cultures and the integration of various ethnic groups.

These are several "big fusions" that the Bricks said in history. Although, this communication and integration are not slow, let alone peaceful, but the Bricks don't care about this, anyway, the Bricks themselves are not merged. .

  For people in this environment at that time, they didn't think it was a "fusion".

  During the entire "fusion" process, there were countless **** corpses and the dying struggle of countless living beings. The evaluation of "fusion" is not as understated as the bricks said, it seems to be taken for granted, but it is haunted by the crying of children, the wailing of women, and the lament left by the last breath of life.

  The price for accomplishing all this is the tens of millions of dead people, the ghosts of the countless dead who hover in the sky and refuse to dissipate, and finally become a brickman or a keyboard man to show off his unique rhetoric.

  However, even without Lu Bu, there were still wars in the Western Regions.

  Accompanied by the war, not only many Han people, Qiang people, Huns, etc. moved to Central Asia and West Asia with the army, but also a large number of various people living in the Congling area also began to go to China in an endless stream.

  These Western Regions people who migrated to the east are often collectively called Semu people. On the one hand, the eyes of these people are colorful, and on the other hand, it means "people with various colors", which is the abbreviation of "various names". It means that, different from the Han people, various other types of ethnic groups.

  The minds of people who are not me must be different. In fact, it should be more expanded. Other than me, their hearts must be different. The reason why there is a clan is that the collective interests in a small group are better coordinated, and it can be settled in a few words, but when the number of people is too large, it will not be able to balance smoothly. The "different".

  China's Confucianism, even though there are many shortcomings, but in terms of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, at least let the people of China know that there is a general direction, and these Semu people don't have this aspect of consideration. It’s not that Semu people don’t understand patriotism, but many Semu people’s own states have disappeared, so how can they be “loyal to the emperor and patriotic”?

  Before Lu Bu went west, the Western Regions and Central Asia and West Asia were already at war. The big Yuezhi and the small Yuezhi, Wusun Kangju Xiongnu and Xianbei, and the large and small tribes annexed and attacked endlessly up and down Congling. Those who destroy the country don't know how many people, and those Semu people who slipped through the net and escaped, no longer have their own country.

   These Semu people have lost their country. If they didn't have the single-minded idea of ​​restoring the country like Murong Fu, most of them would have become just for their own plans, business dealings, and small calculations are all for their own accounts. I don't care about etiquette, justice, integrity and shame at all, only gold, silver and money are the most important.

   People who don’t have the concept of a country naturally don’t think about anything general.

   It's like Khuthotan of the vassal army.

   Also looks like Fatty Ann in Xihai City.

   Fatty Ann is a rest.

  Now Anxi is also in dire straits, and the outside world has ancient Rome eyeing it. They go to Anxi every now and then to earn experience points, and they are proud of winning the title of "The Greatest Parthian Conqueror". The local governor in the inner region is also restless, thinking whether it is self-reliance or rebellion...

  But Fatty An didn't think about what to do for Anxi at all, but stayed very comfortably in the Western Regions.

  The only regret is that the loss at this stage is too great, which makes him feel distressed.

   Even missed a bowl of rice.

   It turned out that I could eat five and a half bowls.

   So if you want to make money, you have to subsidize some and get some income, otherwise you won’t be able to eat.

  The fat man sat in the restaurant, watching the refugees on the street.

   Keep your eyes peeled.

   It's like looking at rolling coins.

   Or pieces of walking meat.

  Now more and more people are scattered from the west...

  Some people said it was good news, saying that the chief protector had arrived in Kucha and was about to reach Chigu.

  Some people also said that it was bad news, saying that Da Duhu massacred the people of the Western Regions, and many Western Region states could not sit still.

  The restaurant is no longer in business, and the boss is also packing up his belongings and planning to leave, so he put up a sign for sale. Fatty Ann originally planned to buy it, but now he is not going to pay for it. Fatty Ann doesn't think this restaurant is bad, but thinks that the price can be lowered...

  『According to the law of the big man, these refugees...』 Fatty An looked at the people on the street slowly heading east, his eyes revealed a color of greed, "Is it all considered...that what? criminal? 』

  Beside Fatty An, there was a middle-aged man dressed in Han Chinese clothes, and he said with a wicked smile, "It's a dead man." It's just...the living dead, not human beings...』

  Fatty An turned his head and asked, "Then don't you need to pay?" 』

  『No, whoever catches it belongs to him. 』

   Fatty An's eyes were bright, "I understand that!" Just like cattle and sheep on the prairie, those who have their own owners can't move... Now these unowned ones, don't they just belong to whoever catches them? Arrange it, grab it carefully, it’s all money...』

  …(*–-)…

  In Xinhe City, Lu Bu is riding a war horse with his arm resting on his saber.

  On the side of the street, a window was slightly opened, revealing a cold arrow.

   Murderous aura permeated the air.

  Lu Bu suddenly squinted his eyes, looked up, retracted his arms, and grabbed the handle of the saber.

   A sharp cry suddenly sounded, shrill and strange, like a howling owl in the dark night.

  The arrow pierced through the air and headed towards Lu Bu.

  At the same time, a few people flashed out at the entrance of the alley, and while throwing the spears in their hands, they rushed towards Lu Bu's formation!

  On the roof beside, a few people stood up from the shadows and raised their crossbows...

  Suddenly, murderous intent rises!

  The saber in Lu Bu's hand was out of its sheath, and with a icy brilliance, it hit the first arrow!

  At the same time, Lu Bu stretched out his hand and shook the cloak on his body in the air. It blocked the two or three spears like a curtain, and it was red under the sun. He swallowed the spears and landed in front of the horse.

  『There are assassins! 』

  『Protect the chief protector! 』

   The chaotic shouts of the guards sounded at the same time, and the large shield was pulled out, and they went to meet Lu Bu.

  Arrows and crossbows whizzed toward, or pierced the shield, or pierced the armor, with a sound of beeping.

  The assassin and the guard who rushed out of the alley collided, and immediately their weapons intersected, sparks and blood collided.

Most of the assassins had no armor, and blood flowed from a slight scratch, but these assassins seemed to feel no pain at all, and even threw themselves on the guard's blade, just to give other assassins behind them a better chance .

  A short assassin sprang out from behind the other assassins. Relying on his short stature and agility, he was able to slip through the cracks! Every time he moved, he immediately brought out a shot of blood!

   After the guards beside the short assassin fell down, it was clear that the short dagger in the assassin's hand had a strange shape, like two steel needles mounted on the arms!

   Regardless of the short stature of the assassin with short legs, the frequency is not slow, as if rolling on the ground, he directly threw himself in front of Lu Buma!

   Lu Bu pulled the reins, the horse neighed, stood up high, its two hooves swayed in the air, and then suddenly trampled down! The horse's hoof is as big as that little assassin's forehead, if a horse's hoof hits it, I'm afraid it will be brainwashed on the spot!

The assassin let out a strange cry, and didn't know how to do it. He moved his figure forward three feet, dodged the horse's hooves, and jumped up. The sharp steel needle in his arm pierced Lu Bu directly. belly!

  But with the horseshoes falling, there is also the sword in Lu Bu's hand that is like lightning!

  『Dang! 』

  The saber slashed down, like a thunderbolt, it landed on the steel needle, and the steel needle and the short assassin flew straight into the air!

  The short assassin's arm twisted into a strange shape, apparently either broken or dislocated. The assassin spat a mouthful of blood in the air, and before he landed, the spear of Lu Bu's guard was in front of him!

  The spear pierced through the assassin's body, and the assassin was hanging on the spear. Youzi stared at Lu Bu, screamed, but quickly lowered his head and slipped off the spear.

This kind of assassin who obviously has agility is weak in terms of strength and blood volume. If he can get the upper hand and injure or kill the target, it is easy to say, but if he misses a hit, he will probably die. Character.

  The rabbit rose and the falcon fell, and within a few breaths, after Lu Bu repelled the little assassin and took Fang Tian's painted halberd from the guard at the side, the rest of the assassins had no chance...

  『Yama! Yama! Evil spirit! Evil ghost..."

  The few remaining assassins were blocked in the corner by Lu Bu's guards with long spears and shields. They couldn't rush out, so they screamed, and then rushed forward suicidally and died.

  The assassins with bows and crossbows on the roof in the distance saw that the situation was not good, so they turned over the roof of the house one after another, trying to escape.

"Chase! ’ Lu Bu shook Fang Tian’s painted halberd, with an angry look on his face, ‘Buddhist again? Another Buddhist! Is it not possible to be deceived, or to kill someone's life? ! Come on! Send a general order! Capture all Buddhists in the city! Kill them all! 』

   Lu Bu's roar resounded in all directions, "If someone comes to stop X, X will kill!" If a monk comes to stop me, he will destroy the monk! If the Buddha comes, someone will kill the Buddha too! 』