Three Kingdoms: I rely on system loopholes to survive

Chapter 144
Zhong Ping remained silent along the way, and the potter also changed from his previous frivolous appearance, with a gloomy look on his brows.

In fact, Zhongping didn't have the guts to cross those sloping rocks and continue walking towards the village. He was afraid of what might appear in front of him.

Obviously those Qingzhou soldiers used to be ordinary villagers and farmers...and also had parents and wives. How could, how could they turn around and swing the sword at the unarmed people after picking up the sword?

What did those people do wrong?What's wrong with a childish child?Do they remember why they picked up the knife and joined the army?
Zhongping's heart was burning like a fire, and his rhythmic heartbeat affected the protruding veins on the back of his hand.

He doesn't understand.

Why do the weak wield their knives only towards the weaker.

"... Shaofu."

The potter stopped, his voice hoarse.

"Is it okay if you don't go...I don't want to, I don't want to see it."

"If you don't look at it, can you pretend you don't know?"

Zhong Ping heard his cold and solemn voice, and there was even a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Is it possible to blindfolded and deafen what happened, and treat it as if it never happened?"

The potter lowered his head, speechless, he stood there so helplessly, it seemed that Zhong Ping was more like an elder who taught him earnestly.

"...Sorry, I was too aggressive."

Zhong Ping pursed his lips. He knew that his emotions were not right. This was the first time in a long time that he couldn't help venting his anger on others.

"I don't blame the Shaofu." The pottery merchant showed a bleak smile, "It has been rich and well-fed for eighteen years, and seeing this scene for the first time made me realize how ridiculous the bravery and kindness I used to rely on."

"I used to read a few miscellaneous books, and my mind was only thinking about how to go hunting and fighting. I didn't know how much I spent along the way, but relying on my father's kindness, I wasted my time..."

"In the past, I also admired Zhuan Zhu Jing Ke's demeanor and did some tricks of 'chivalry and righteousness'. Now it seems that it's just a servant trying to please me. It's ridiculous that I used to ride a horse and ride a chariot. I didn't know the people's livelihood at all, and even half of Zhao Kuo Can't compare."

"Looking at it this way, I can't blame my father for not thinking of giving Xuzhou to me or Ying'er. If Xuzhou really falls into my hands, what will happen now?"

Zhong Ping couldn't say any words of relief, he stared at the potter in front of him, the impact of the previous corpse was too great for him.

In the past, the potter always had the feeling of "it doesn't matter, I have thigh hugs", but now his eyes are scarlet, and he analyzes his thoughts to Zhongping, adding a restrained and dull temperament to his body.

"I know you feel uncomfortable..."

Zhong Ping just opened his mouth, but couldn't continue. He pressed the potter's shoulder and exerted a little force.

"Let's go."

There is a bare and flat path on the side of the boulder blocking the road. It can be seen that this is a road opened up by pedestrians after years of trampling.

Bypassing the boulder, the appearance of the entire stone village was presented in the eyes of the two of them.

Because of his nosebleed, Zhongping couldn't tell whether the strong smell of blood in the air was his nosebleed or human blood from the village.

What caught the eye was blood red.

The blood drenched the soil, and after it dries up, it endures two or three blood washes again. Not only is the ground under the flat feet, but even the roots of the rocks protruding from the soil are red.

Zhong Ping almost didn't have to go into the house to inspect each house, and he knew what kind of tragedy happened in the village. He hesitated for a moment, but chose to step into the village.

The soil under his feet was wet and sticky, every step Zhong Ping took seemed to be stepping on the flesh of a corpse, and his stomach convulsed.

He felt that bloody smell seemed to be everywhere, pouring from his nasal cavity into his throat, and flowing out from his nose with his warmth.

To be honest, the number of corpses on the ground is not that much.

The corpses that Zhong Ping saw on the battlefield were much more than these, and the death conditions were even more miserable, difficult to see, and even more tragic.

But Zhongping felt that the two were different.

He doesn't like war.

And even more unacceptable to the scene in front of him.

These people did not have any weapons in their hands. They fell in disorder at the door of their own homes, and the doors of those huts were all wide open.

As if there were empty bloody mouths devoured by people, there was nothing of value left in the house looted, and the tables and pottery were damaged and scattered on the mud floor.

The clothes of the corpses were torn, repeatedly searched, and even the last drop of value was squeezed out. Many corpses were kept in an embarrassing state, and were thrown aside without dignity.

The corpses that had lost their heads were trampled and insulted like that, and there were marks of chopping and stabbing all over their bodies.

Zhong Ping felt that those pitted and broken necks were like pairs of numb and desperate eyes staring at him.

They seem to be questioning.

What did we do wrong?
Zhong Ping couldn't answer.

He remembered what he had said to Liu Bei.

Man is the head of the world...

How ridiculous?

He said at the time that the Yellow Turbans were not considered "human beings".

Looking at it now, there are very few people in the world who are lucky enough to be called a "person".

At least what he is looking at at this moment is not "human beings", so what are these people who are even more humble than grass animals?

Killing one is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero.

When Zhong Ping had never witnessed a murder, he had also sighed and believed in such words when he was in the second year of middle school.

But when he actually saw it, he just wanted to spit at the person who said it.

That is killing a living person, forcibly depriving a person of his life.

what do you think you are doing
Are you playing games?

Zhong Ping was a little out of breath, he was finally able to tear off the filter of "Xiaoxiong" he once had towards Cao Cao, and judge the massacre of the city from the bottom of his heart.

There is no need to analyze the pros and cons, he just needs to ask himself a question.

Massacring the city is a must. If Cao Cao didn't massacre the city, would he be at the end of his life?
And the answer to this sentence, Zhong Ping already knew.

Cao Cao just chose the most beneficial "gain" after weighing the gains and losses, so he put tens of thousands of people on the other end of the scale and gave up lightly.

That's it.

This matter is so shallow that Zhongping can't even say what is right or wrong.

Perhaps, Zhong Ping, who wants to question why Cao Cao did such a thing, is the "unwise" side of "I don't know soldiers".

But even a salted fish like Zhongping has his bottom line.

"Shaofu..."

The potter followed behind Zhongping, never leaving. He had never been so sure that the only person he could rely on was Zhongping.

"Are you all right?"

"……very good."

Zhongping was surprised that his voice could be so calm.

"I just wonder why even those babies who are still breastfeeding in their mother's arms have to undergo such cruel treatment?"

The hands beside the potter's side were tightly clenched: "...the old man in our army said that the heads handed over for merit...in addition to being cut off and stuffed in boxes, some were also put into clay pots...soaked with lime. , stuffed with hay, put it aside for a few days, mixed together, who can detect the clues?"

"At that time, the baby's head will also serve as a military exploit... Babies can't struggle, and most of them only need one or two knives to cut off their heads, which is very fast. Naturally, there are vicious bandits who like to do this."

"...just for the convenience of pretending to be a leader..."

Zhong Ping's expression was difficult to distinguish, he stopped his voice very abruptly, stared heavily at the two outstretched arms, as if trying to block the front of the soldiers, and turned his back halfway to protect the corpse of the child curled up under him.

He bit his lower lip tightly, staring at one of the corpses with a hunched back and a thick yellow callus on the remaining half of the palm, unable to move his eyes away.

Zhong Ping just felt like falling into an abyss.

... He recognized the identity of this family.

(End of this chapter)