Chapter 569: Let them say it themselves

Hanshan Village.

A small village in the Yangzhou area. The entire village is not big, with only a thousand villagers, almost all of whom have lived here for generations. They farm and weave, and although they are poor, the villagers here live peacefully.

Until today...

After nightfall, the entire Hanshan Village was pitch black.

This is the Song Dynasty, it is ancient times. Working at sunrise and resting at sunset is the norm in this world. Except for the big cities of this era, such as Tokyo Bianliang City, the entire world is almost pitch black after nightfall.

But there is a sporadic firelight flickering on this dark mountain road.

"Big brother, ahead is Hanshan Village, the last place of human traces before entering the mountain, and then it's the big mountain. Once we enter the big mountain, we will be safe!" a trembling male voice sounded under the torch.

No one spoke, and no one answered, only the sound of panting and walking fast.

Defeated, defeated!!

Originally, the situation was excellent. The southern circuits of the Song Dynasty all rebelled, the government offices of all circuits opened their treasuries of gold and silver, and there were large households in each prefecture uniting in the middle, and scholars running around. Many school factions and powerful families were encouraged by it. Whether it was gentry and tyrants, or wealthy merchants and large households, they all contributed food and people. In just half a month, they gathered an army of more than 500,000, and they were of one mind, with money and food, which could be said to be of one heart. Even within the Song court, there were many people who were inclined to them.

This should have been a sweeping battle. Anyone with a little knowledge knew that the time for changing dynasties had come.

However...

The Immortal's disciple descended from the sky, killing 150,000 in the first battle and 200,000 in the second battle. Collapsed, truly, completely collapsed!

This number is not the so-called claim, it is truly killing 150,000 people, 200,000 people.

The Immortal's disciple, one blade cuts mountains and rivers. Just outside Wuxian, the capital of Suzhou, a blade mark penetrated 30 miles away. With one blade, he killed more than 10,000 people, directly cutting off Qingliang Mountain outside Wuxian!

The power of a Celestial!

Almost like the power of heaven!

Defeated, defeated!

How can mortals fight against the Immortal's disciple? What's more, this Immortal's disciple might have already become a god, otherwise how could he have such terrifying power?

Escape, escape, escape, defeat, defeat, defeat. The entire south of the Song Dynasty was in chaos. Everywhere, terrifying defeated troops began to appear. Seeing that a catastrophe was about to descend, this god walked ten thousand miles a day, fighting in the southern circuits. But whenever he saw defeated troops, he would first shout three times the strange slogan of kneeling and raising hands. If they did so, the god would sense it in a strange way. Some defeated troops were unharmed, while some defeated troops would be ordered to kill one out of ten, kill one out of five, or even kill one out of two. If they dared to resist, they would all be slaughtered.

It can be called extremely cruel!

This defeated army was one of the rebel armies in the southern circuits. It was scattered all the way, and only more than 300 people were left, but they were all the trusted backbone of the officers. Although chaotic, they were not scattered. According to his plan, they were walking into the big mountain, and their destination was the Great Viet Dynasty further south.

Although it is not known how many people can reach this long distance, it is better than waiting here for the Immortal to come up and do a "kill one out of two," right?

Others may not know, but the general who commanded this rebel army probably knew the reason why the Immortal killed no one, killed one out of ten, killed one out of five, and killed one out of two... Those who robbed common people and massacred common people, no matter who this army obeyed, were basically killed one out of ten, killed one out of five, or killed one out of two. The more common people they killed, the more cruel they were when they were killed.

He knew his own affairs. The army of more than 10,000 he commanded also robbed many villages and towns, and even washed a town at the beginning of the rebellion. Even he enjoyed several women, and killed many common people...

He couldn't possibly have any luck!

So instead of waiting to be killed, it's better to fight to the death and run to the Great Viet in the south. He also used his position to have a relationship with the forces in Great Viet. If he defected, he wouldn't ask for any high-ranking officials, at least he could end up as a wealthy man, right?

The officer took his more than 300 personal guards and broke into Hanshan Village like this.

Chaotic army... The common people of this era know very well what a chaotic army means. But they couldn't resist. Although there were a thousand people, these 300 people were soldiers with swords and guns. And them? The old, weak, women, and children accounted for the majority, and the remaining young and strong were mostly honest villagers, and their weapons were only hoes and grass forks.

After a short conflict, more than a dozen villagers were killed, and the remaining villagers were all concentrated on the drying field in the center of the village, all squatting down in extreme horror.

The officer came to the drying field with the guards, looked at these villagers, and said loudly, "Please rest assured, fellow villagers, we are just..."

The voice had just started, when suddenly a woman's wailing came from the villagers' houses not far away. The officer's face stiffened, and he looked fiercely at the personal guards beside him, immediately wanting to order the soldiers who violated the order to be executed on the spot. But the order hadn't even started, he suddenly saw the green eyes of the soldiers around him, and the order he was about to give couldn't be said.

Defeated army, fleeing, scattered. He is now relying on the inertia of the officer to command and unite them. Even these defeated troops, once his family, wealth, and status are gone, these personal guards may not necessarily obey his orders again.

This is the system. If it is complete, it is naturally "Long live," but if the system collapses, he is no different from these soldiers, and even because his status was higher before, he became the object of venting.

And why can that Immortal be rampant? Why can he kill hundreds of thousands?

Nothing more than power belonging to himself. Whether you are convinced or not, he killed them all, and the rest are naturally convinced.

But he can't do it!

So he fell silent, and the defeated troops around saw him speechless, each laughing ferociously and rushing into the thousand villagers. For a time, ghosts cried and wolves howled, blood flowed everywhere. All women, regardless of age, were pulled out, and even some young men were pulled out. If anyone dared to resist, they would be slashed by big swords. For a time, the entire drying field was flying with flesh and blood. The officer closed his eyes, sighed sadly, and turned to find a mud-walled house to stay in with his personal guards. But just then, a sharp whistling sound came from the dark night sky.

Hearing this whistling sound, the officer was startled and shouted, "Go, go..."

Before the words were finished, the more than a dozen soldiers who were still slashing on the drying field exploded, and flesh and blood splashed all over the survivors.

The surviving villagers were still stunned, and they saw a majestic young man landing with a fairy. As soon as the person landed, he roared at the sky, like thunder on a dry land. All the roaring and commotion in the village were quiet, and then the defeated troops screamed and ran out of the village.

But how could they run away at this time?

Everyone saw this majestic young man pointing with one hand, and all the defeated troops running out of the village fell to the ground, but they didn't die for a while, but wailed and screamed in pain, and then they tore their own flesh and bones, and in just a moment, they dismantled themselves into a pile of rotten meat, the kind that couldn't even be seen as a human shape, and only then did they truly die.

More than a hundred people were treated like this in succession, and the remaining two hundred people didn't dare to have any movement, each wailing and lying on the ground, and for a time, the sounds of "master," "god," "grandfather," etc. begging for mercy sounded.

The person who came was Wu Pifu, and he looked at the tragic state of the village with a livid face.

The massacre had obviously just begun, but at least two or three hundred villagers had been killed, and many women and children had been defiled. This drying field was already full of corpses.

"... Is there anyone who wants revenge!?"

Wu Pifu roared loudly. He looked at the villagers and said, "I allow you to kill them! They are not human, they are just demons, monsters, beasts, etc. wearing human skin. You kill them, I guarantee that no one will pursue it. The government cannot pursue it, and those gentry and tyrants... there will be no gentry and tyrants in this area in the future. In short, is there anyone who wants to take revenge!!"

For a time, no one dared to move. Wu Pifu didn't lose patience, just saying the same thing over and over again. After saying it seven or eight times, a few young and strong people among the villagers cried and jumped up, each picking up knives and guns from the ground, and slashed and stabbed at the soldiers lying on the ground.

Wu Pifu just watched them vent and slash silently. For these working people, he had enough patience and empathy, only because they were human, only humans would feel pain.

After these villagers killed a few people, each of them was weak in hands and feet. Even with the anger of their relatives being killed, they were crying, howling, and vomiting at this time, each kneeling on the ground and roaring to vent something.

Wu Pifu said pitifully, "I came late... fellow villagers, look at me taking revenge for you!"

While speaking, Wu Pifu didn't care, relying on the super-brain's emotional perception, he picked out the most heinous ones among the more than 200 remaining defeated troops, and directly injected energy into their bodies, causing their meridians to reverse and their nerves to overload. Next, it was time for them to pay for their sins...

Immediately, nearly a hundred soldiers wailed crazily, like ghosts and demons, tearing their own flesh and bones crazily. In the eyes of the villagers, they tore themselves into pieces of flesh and died.

This process was not long. From being injected with energy to death, an ordinary person took at most less than a minute, but this process was like a year for the defeated troops and villagers. For a time, I don't know how many people sprayed shit and urine, and some defeated soldiers who were not injected with energy directly wiped their necks with knives.

"Immortal, Immortal... this is too cruel."

At this time, an old man in neat cloth clothes, who seemed to be well-off, stood up tremblingly in the village and shouted.

Wu Pifu looked at him, and his emotions were perceived. He immediately knew what this old man was, the so-called village elder, and also the only landlord in this Hanshan Village, and a scholar of the Song Dynasty.

However... this old man's behavior on weekdays was not greedy and evil. He seemed to really believe in the set of sages, although he was a landlord, he didn't oppress the villagers, at least from the perspective of this era, he could be counted as a good person in this village. Not only did he teach the village children to read almost for free, but the rent was also more than 20% less than the landlords outside the village.

He... is a person.

Wu Pifu finished his biological judgment and said patiently to the old man, "Old man, they are not human. Don't be deceived by their appearance. They are just some kind of monsters wearing human skin. This kind of monster will not feel pain. Look, they are wailing so miserably, but they are just imitating our human behavior, so that we humans will soften our hearts and let them go. But this is letting the tiger return to the mountain."

The old man saw Wu Pifu speaking politely to him, and his last worry was gone. He bowed respectfully and said, "Immortal, being saved by you is truly a blessing for our Hanshan Village. But heaven has the virtue of good life. Even if you kill the main evil, that's enough. They also have parents and relatives. It's too cruel, it's too hurtful to heaven..."

Wu Pifu scratched his head. He couldn't kill people directly, so he was in a dilemma. He didn't know how to persuade such an old pedant. He just looked at him twice and nodded, "The old man is right..."

The remaining more than 100 soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, and the surviving villagers who were scared silly also seemed to have returned to their senses. But Wu Pifu's voice changed, "But they didn't kill you, old man, did they? The so-called injustice has a head and debt has a master. I didn't say this wrong, right? Right?"

The old man was a bit confused, but this truth didn't go wrong anywhere in the world. He nodded immediately, "What the Immortal said is very true."

Wu Pifu smiled and said, "That's good. Old man, let those who were killed by them stand up and tell me that they have forgiven them, then I will let them go and never kill one of them again. How about this? Because the people who were killed by them are not you, old man, then why do you forgive these things for them? So, let them who were killed say it themselves."

Old man: "?"

Villagers: "?"

Defeated army: "?"

For a time, Wu Pifu's confusion index rose by about several hundred again. He didn't feel anything unusual. He turned to the defeated army and said, "Since no one stood up to say they forgive you, then there is no way. I can only send you down to see them, and then see if they forgive you or not."

"Kill four out of five!"

"Execute!!"

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