Chapter 86: Becoming benevolent

Ahead was the ancestral hall. There were large patches of blood everywhere on the outer wall of the ancestral hall, and several corpses were leaning against the wall, their chests and abdomens pierced by more than one sharp arrow. The blood under their bodies had connected together, and a long intestine was still solidified in the blood.

All the arrows had white tail feathers.

The ancestral hall was pitch black, and there seemed to be something extra on the table where the map was placed, and a figure was standing against the wall, motionless.

Wei Yuan's steps were slower, wanting to enter the ancestral hall to see, but a bit afraid. Suddenly, rapid footsteps sounded behind him. Wei Yuan turned around instantly, and his spear had already been infused with Daoist power.

The person who came was actually Sun Chaoen. This county magistrate only wore armor on his lower body, his upper body was naked, and he was wrapped in bandages. Blood was still seeping out of the thick bandages. Sun Chaoen's face was pale, his Dao light was dim, and it was clear that he was seriously injured. Sun Chaoen was still grabbing a person in his hand. That person was wearing an officer's armor, his helmet was missing, his hair was disheveled, and he was dragged by Sun Chaoen, stumbling.

Wei Yuan also recognized this person; it was Wang Delu, the captain in charge of the garrison.

Behind Sun Chaoen, there were also county assistants, masters, etc. Several civil officials were all wearing armor at this time, and everyone was injured. Only Wang Delu looked embarrassed and covered in blood, but in fact, he was almost uninjured.

Seeing Wei Yuan, Sun Chaoen didn't say anything and entered the ancestral hall first. Wei Yuan followed closely behind.

As soon as he entered the ancestral hall, a rich and extreme bloody smell rushed to his face, making people want to vomit!

In the dim ancestral hall, there was blood everywhere, as if someone had sprayed every corner with fresh blood. In the empty space inside the ancestral hall, layers of heads were piled into a Jingguan that was wide at the bottom and narrow at the top! The heads of the three hundred civilian soldiers were all here!

On the map on the case table, there was now a corpse of a small child, looking like only two or three years old, with his chest and abdomen already dissected. Beside the corpse was a short knife. The handle of the short knife was inlaid with many gems, very gorgeous, and the style was a personal short knife commonly used by Northern Liao nobles.

Beside the case table, a person was standing against the wall, with a long sword stuck in his chest, nailing him firmly to the wall. Although the robe had been completely dyed purple-black, it could barely be seen that it was half a literary shirt.

He also had no head.

Sun Chaoen walked to the corpse, reached out and pressed, forcing Wang Delu to kneel in front of the corpse. Wang Delu was startled first, then immediately kowtowed repeatedly, saying repeatedly: "Mr. Fang! It was the little one who was greedy for life and afraid of death; it was my fault! The little one deserves to die, the little one is guilty! You are a great person, please forgive me this time..."

Seeing the headless corpse, Wei Yuan's mind was blank, but a formless, inexplicable, and huge cold sadness was slowly breeding and spreading in the bottom of his heart. It was only after a long time that he could speak, his voice hoarse in a way he didn't expect: "What happened?"

County assistant Ren Youwei said softly and quickly: "The Liao barbarians raided, and a full five hundred cavalry came, including one hundred Snow Eagle Cavalry. The Snow Eagle Cavalry is the personal guard of the Agula tribe leader, and the signs are white helmets and white feathered arrows. They appeared suddenly, without warning. Originally they were going to attack the county town, but Mr. Fang saw that there was no preparation in the city, so he took action to intercept, first shooting down a dozen cavalry, and then rushing out of the city to charge, and then beheading dozens of cavalry."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan had doubts. Charging in the array of hundreds of Liao cavalry and beheading dozens of cavalry, where did Fang Hetong get this combat power?

Ren Youwei continued: "... The Liao barbarians were furious and split a branch to besiege Shayang Village. With Mr. Fang holding them back, the county had time to mobilize soldiers and civilian soldiers to defend the city and was not broken by the Liao barbarians. The Liao barbarians saw that there was no hope of breaking the city, and in anger, turned to besiege the three Shayang villages. According to the Liao barbarian tradition, they want to slaughter the village!"

"At this time, the military fortress remained motionless. Magistrate Sun saw the situation was critical and regardless of everything, led troops out of the city to rescue. During the bloody battle, he was accidentally pierced through the chest by an arrow and seriously injured and fell into a coma. After Magistrate Sun fell, Captain Wang took over the military power. He was greedy for life and afraid of death, so he led the troops back to the county town, shrank and did not come out, watching Mr. Fang exhaust his strength and die, and the Liao barbarians slaughtered the three villages and built a Jingguan..."

"After the magistrate woke up and learned what happened, he caught Wang Delu and rushed over."

Wei Yuan listened woodenly, his eyes suddenly looking at the flickering light. The short knife stuck beside the little girl's corpse was emitting obvious magic power. Wei Yuan walked over and pulled up the short knife. The blade of the short knife was almost covered by blood stains. Then a scene appeared in front of Wei Yuan.

It was in front of a village dock fortress, looking like a village behind Shayang Village. Hundreds of Liao cavalry holding scimitars were driving villagers out of the dock city one by one. In the open space, there was a group of knights who were clearly different from other Liao cavalry. They all rode white horses, and the warhorses were at least two feet taller than ordinary Liao horses. Their scabbard and armor were white, and the arrow feathers were also white.

Among the countless white horses, there was a black horse that was exceptionally handsome, without a single miscellaneous color on its body. On the horse was an extremely tall Liao youth, with hair on both sides shaved off, and the rest of the hair braided into dozens of small braids, then tied into a bundle on the top of the head. His skin was bronze, with a metallic luster, and his nose was somewhat similar to that of a human. His appearance was also quite handsome by human standards.

He rode on the horse, looking down at the villagers who were driven out. The villagers were either old people, women, or children, and there were few strong men. They were driven to the square. At this time, a Liao cavalry pushed over a wheel and stood it in the center of the open space.

This was a Liao tradition. When slaughtering hostile villages, all those taller than the wheel were killed, and those not exceeding it could be spared. This was an ancient hunting tradition, hunting only adults for large groups of prey, leaving cubs, so that there would be new herds to hunt in a few years.

The wheel was found in the village, slightly shorter than the Liao wheel, so only four or five children could survive. If it were a Liao wheel, a few more could survive.

A woman held her child to the wheel and measured it. The wheel was just taller than the child's head. She was overjoyed and pushed the child to the other side of the open space. The child didn't understand and cried and shouted to come back, but was slapped hard by the woman and pushed out again.

A moment later, everyone had been tested, and five children stood on the other side of the open space. In fact, one child was already slightly taller than the wheel, but the Liao cavalry didn't seem to care about this small detail. The mothers on the other side of the open space were no longer afraid at this moment, preparing to die calmly.

Everything was ready, just waiting for an order, and the butcher knife would fall.

The Liao youth on the black horse dismounted and came to the wheel. He looked at the gathered villagers, his eyes cruel and cunning, like a beast playing with prey. A grin appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "The wheel is placed wrong!"

After saying that, he kicked the wheel over!

"Those taller than the wheel, kill!"

The Northern Liao cavalry swung their knives, first cutting down the five children. The villagers on the other side were agitated, and several mothers cried and shouted like crazy, desperately rushing toward the children in the pool of blood, but they were also beheaded later. In the blink of an eye, everyone fell into the pool of blood, and the Liao cavalry began to cut off their heads one by one.

The Liao youth in the image walked toward Wei Yuan, pulled up a short knife, and put it back in his waist. That was the short knife stuck beside the case table.

The image ended here.

This knife was specially left by the young Liao person.

Wei Yuan had no expression, but his hands were trembling slightly. He also saw something in the pool of blood under the case table, so he walked over, pushed aside a piece of dry viscera, and picked up an envelope. Wei Yuan opened the envelope and pulled out the paper inside. The paper had been soaked in blood, but the ink was deeper, barely readable.

The handwriting was very sloppy, and it could be seen that it was written in a hurry, but even so, every word revealed intensity, wildness, and going forward without hesitation.

"Wei Yuan, my younger brother:

My talent is dull, and it took twenty-seven years to build a Dao foundation. There is no hope of progress in this life. The virtuous brother is from a famous sect, with overflowing talent. It is my luck to know the virtuous brother.

The virtuous brother once mentioned the three immortalities. However, the sage's establishment of virtue is intended for thousands of years. I have exhausted my life and have no hope of reaching it, so I only wrote two essays: establishing merit and establishing words. I know it is a rough work, but my talent is exhausted here. Now the strong barbarians have arrived suddenly. For the sake of the people and the country, I can only abandon this remnant body and do my best.

Fortunately, I still have an essay, called: Becoming Benevolent."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 87 =====