Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 52

"Gu Qiu and the others led their troops back a long time ago, but they haven't been there for a long time. Something must have happened. In the city, we used the influence of the Yellow Turbans to contain Zhao Ping's troops, but suddenly there was a Yellow Turban rebel... ..."

Above the lobby, Gu Peng knelt on a bamboo mat, with a face as gloomy as water, his turbid eyes flickered with a gloomy cold light, and some old voice was ups and downs: "These two things may not be unrelated!"

"But Patriarch, Mushan's army is still in Tufushan. It's impossible for them to rush back. Where did the Yellow Turban Bandits come from..." Gu Hou is Gu Peng's younger brother. He is in his fifties and is the backbone of the family. The important farm is one of Gu Peng's confidantes.

"What if the Yellow Turban Army came from outside?"

"The head of the family suspects that there are foreign Yellow Turbans coming to help the old and weak women and children in Jingping Village. This is not impossible, but there are only Runan Yellow Turbans near us. As far as I know, the Runan Yellow Turbans and Nanyang Yellow Turbans are like fire and water. Maybe send troops to help?" Gu Hou shook his head.

As the gentry of Wuyin County, the Gu clan is the leader of the local tyrants, so they are naturally well-informed. They are well aware of the mess between the Runan Yellow Turban and the Nanyang Yellow Turban.

"That's why the old man can't figure it out!"

Gu Peng sighed.

As the patriarch of the Gu clan, Gu Peng's temperament has always been very calm. He made decisions before making moves. Even though the power of the Zhu clan was overwhelmed in the past, he was still able to preserve the family's influence under the powerful Zhu clan. It is enough to show his ability.

But at this time, facing the family's soldiers who have not returned for a long time, and the sudden loss of wealth, Gu Peng's heart suddenly became a little uneasy.

"Jingping Village is just a few old and weak women and children. They are five hundred elites, and they should be unstoppable. There should be no accidents. I have to trust the child Gu Qiu!"

He stood up with a cane, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and comforted himself in his heart.

Although the gentry has no shortage of population, it lacks elite soldiers. The Gu family is a gentry, but it can only be regarded as a local powerful, not even a family that has been passed down from generation to generation. It cannot withstand consumption. It has lost many elite soldiers before. If an accident happened to these soldiers, he didn't dare to imagine.

"Gu Hou, let's ignore the things in the city. We can earn money back if we run out of food and cloth, but if the family's soldiers have an accident, we will be in trouble in the future. Continue to send people to find and get Gu Qiu back!" Gu Peng said in a deep voice.

"promise!"

Gu Hou took the order and left.

……

Mujing's juvenile battalion has completely withdrawn from Wuyin, and Zhao Ping also let go of the surveillance of the county yamen's soldiers and horses, and led his own bandit Cao Bingma back to the county government's yamen.

After calming down, many things emerged.

"The seven children of our family were beheaded by them just like that, and even the warehouse was burned to the ground. They are too ruthless!"

"Yellow Turban Thieves, my family is inseparable from you!"

"..."

"Isn't this the Wang family's grain store? Why was it burned like this?"

"I know this place. This is the warehouse of Luo's family in Chengxi. I saw them transport grain into the warehouse before, but I didn't expect it to be burned!"

"..."

"These are all made by yellow scarves?"

"The Yellow Turban Bandits have really entered the city?"

"In the past, we were the ones who got hurt when the Yellow Turbans entered the city, but I didn't expect that these big households were the ones who got hurt this time!"

"I feel so happy!"

"Hush your voice, you want to die!"

"..."

Many buildings were burned in the city, all of which were stores and warehouses of powerful families. Each family suffered huge losses, but they could only count their own losses, clean up the mess, and move the corpses in the ruins.

……

evening.

The sun sets in the west.

Xiaoqing River, which is a tributary of Jishui River, runs through Wuyin territory from east to west.

The winter has not passed, the spring rain has not fallen, the water level of the Xiaoqing River has dropped, revealing a small beach, which is facing the north gate of Wuyin County.

"Honey, what do you see in front of you?"

A couple who had just finished farm work walked by the river. The middle-aged woman raised her head and glanced at the small beach. She suddenly trembled and panicked.

"what happened?"

The stupid middle-aged man was carrying a hoe and looked in the direction his wife pointed...

At one glance, he almost fainted.

Corpse!

Lots and lots of corpses!
On the sandy beach of this small river, there are corpses piled up one by one. These corpses are all tied with yellow silk around their necks. one word.

kill!

This is the killing word formed by the accumulation of corpses.

This killing word has a cold breath that can penetrate the clouds of the nine heavens. Anyone who takes a look at it will feel a shuddering feeling on the back.

"It's too cruel. If you die, you will have to kill your corpse in the wilderness. Who is so cruel!"

"What kind of corpses are these?"

"Looks like a yellow scarf thief!"

"They all wear this yellow silk around their necks, which is the symbol of the Yellow Scarves!"

"I seem to see a few familiar faces. Isn't that Zhang San, the tenant of the Chen family? He was selected as a soldier in the Chen family's mansion, and he lives next door to my house!"

"..."

More and more people gathered by the riverside, looking at these corpses with pairs of eyes, it was a bit horrible, and the simple people were whispering.

"Get out, get out!"

"Get out of the way quickly, the magistrate of the county government is here!"

The people from the county government came, and Liu Geng personally led the county soldiers to open the way, followed by Cai Tu and Meng Gu who came side by side.

"Too cruel!"

Cai Tu took a look and trembled all over: "This scene is as bloody as Jingguan!"

There was a Beijing Temple in ancient times.Beijing, also known as Gaoqiu.View, Que type also.The ancients killed thieves, won the battle, and put their corpses away. They must build a capital, that is, pile up a hill with human heads, form a bloody deterrent, and defeat the enemy from the heart.

But after all, Mu Jing came from a world with complete laws, no matter how ruthless he is, he still can't be as ruthless as beheading people and standing in Beijing.

But these gentry actually want to destroy Jingping Village, even the old and weak women and children in the village, their hearts are to be punished, and it is not impossible for him to use some tricks.

He transported all the corpses of the gentry and government soldiers in the battle last night to Xiaoqinghe, where they were facing the gate of the city, and piled them up into one word, the word kill, which was a strong answer, stop killing with killing.

"My lord, what should we do now?" Liu Geng came up with a pale face and asked in a low voice.

"What else can I do? Go to the city and notify people from various families to collect the corpses. If no one comes to collect the corpses, they will all be buried on the mass graves!"

Cai Tu was silent for a long time, his face was ashen, his eyes were cold, and he spoke after a while.

He only had to take a look to determine who these people were. They were not the Yellow Turban Army, so they could only be... Fubing of the Wuyin gentry.

It seems that he underestimated Jingpingcun.

Although Mushan went on an expedition and took away the elite soldiers and horses, Jingping Village still has the power to protect itself.

This time, he was a bit of a villain in vain.

Let's think about how to make up for the relationship with Mushan.

"promise!"

Liu Geng took the order and left.

"My lord, the remnants of the Yellow Turbans are so arrogant, they still show off their corpses after killing people, and their quality is bad, don't you care about it!" Meng Wu's eyes were red, he knew that his plan was completely in vain, and went to Wuyin one by one. The gentry will also pour their grievances on him because of too much damage. It is still unknown whether he can continue to be the magistrate of this county.

"Cheng Meng County, I have advised you that Zhang Chuan is a mighty general, and he will benefit from surrender. However, you have always regarded them as grassroots bandits and forced them to be unable to survive. Naturally, they will fight back. You should bear the bitter fruit yourself!" Cai Tu said coldly.

Although there is some tacit cooperation between him and Meng Wu, they are not working together.

After all, he was just using Meng Wu.

Use Meng Wu to weaken Mushan's strength, so that Mushan can be completely controlled in the palm of his hand.

Now that Meng Wu is about to lose power, such a disastrous defeat will inevitably lead to them losing the support of the Wuyin gentry. A Wuyin county magistrate who does not have the support of the Wuyin gentry, he will be emptied every minute, so why should he take advantage of the fact that he has just established in the county? The power and influence came to surround them and excuse them.

"My lord, let alone the elite county soldiers under Mushan, the old and weak women and children in a mere Jingping village have such great abilities. They actually killed five hundred elite soldiers in one night. They are the remnants of the Yellow Turbans. , this year the yellow scarves are on the verge of resurgence, you, the county magistrate, can sleep soundly!"

Meng Wu gritted his teeth. He had already lost this battle, and it might be a bit mysterious to stand in the county seat. If Mushan could escape from the predicament in Tufushan and lead his troops back, then he would have to worry about his own life.

No matter what, you have to find a backer to stabilize your life.

"You don't need to worry about this!"

When Cai Tu heard the words, his face was expressionless, and his voice was a little cold: "Meng Xiancheng, you should think about how to explain to those gentry, five hundred elite soldiers will be wiped out in one battle, even if the Wuyin gentry family has a great cause , I’m afraid it’s also nerve-wracking, as far as I know, they only sent troops after listening to your instigation!”

(End of this chapter)