Three Kingdoms: I rely on system loopholes to survive

Chapter 145
"Zhongming, don't read any more."

Zhong Ping staggered and took a step back, dejected and unspeakable, the choking sound in his throat was vague and blocked, but the potter could hear it clearly.

"Young Mansion...meet an old friend?"

The potter's bewildered eyes swept over the stacked corpses on the ground, and all he could see were ragged, headless bodies, and he couldn't figure out how there could be such an acquaintance among them.

"It is indeed an old friend."

Zhong Ping stared at the familiar corpses without blinking, as if they were nailed in place and could no longer move.

"I never expected that one day I would not even be able to close the eyes of an old man."

"They don't want to die with peace, how can I explain to my friends who look down on brothers and sisters?"

Zhong Ping let out a deep breath, and he was silent for a while.

It's been a long time since the potters thought that Zhongping would order them to leave the stone village and continue on their way.

Zhong Ping advised the potter not to look any further, but his own eyes didn't seem to feel any dryness, he just kept opening them, as if he wanted to put all the scene in front of his eyes into his eyes and engrave them in them.

"I failed Huzi's entrustment..."

Zhong Ping finally moved his pace, and he walked towards the corpses very slowly.

The place where he was standing was not too far away from those corpses.

It was a few short steps, but Zhong Ping had traveled an extremely long distance.

His mind was chaotic, and for a while it was Xiaodouzi's immature face curled up in his arms, timidly clutching his skirt.

After a while, it turned into a stuffy and hot field ridge again. The veteran who could never straighten his back skillfully harvested the ears of wheat, and when he took the pottery bowl from Huzi, he smiled contentedly.

Sometimes Zhong Ping would think of Sister-in-law Chen wiping her hands on her clothes nervously, carefully touching the basket of bean cakes in front of him...

If Hu Zi knows, from now on no one will wait outside Cangpo, walk alone with a bamboo basket, cook and cut the saved rice, grain and silk cloth, and softly tell him to eat well and add more clothes.

How should he face this reality?

Zhongping dare not think.

He thought of how Huzi was excitedly waving his fists to kill the wolf, vent his anger for Douzi, and protect his family.

My heart aches so badly.

He was the one who personally sent Huzi to Lejin's barracks, and it was he who personally responded to Sister-in-law Chen's concern for Huzi.

"Huzi has grown up and is promising. We can't delay him because of such a small matter. When you met him, just say that everything is good for us, and we have enough food and supplies. Just ask him to take care of himself outside."

When Sister-in-law Chen said this, Douzi smiled at Zhongping from behind. She looked very shy, gently rubbing the back of her husband who couldn't hear anyone, and when she was about to leave, she asked Zhongping anxiously: "I don't want a tiger to make a big name."

"As long as I'm safe and well, I'll be relieved to have a full meal every meal."

Chong Ping agreed with a smile at that time. Before he sent Douzi and his family to leave Dongjun, he met Huzi in the military camp, and the boy said the same plea to him as Sister Chen's.

"Young Mansion, I am practicing in the army every day, and it is difficult to return home. If there is a shortage at home, my mother will never say anything."

"In half a year, I will be free. Please take care of me when my mother sends me something."

When Huzi said this, his eyes were full of anticipation: "I won some prizes in the camp by relying on archery. Next year, when I have saved enough money, I can ask someone to buy some thick cloth to take home and make new clothes for my parents and Douzi."

Zhong Ping said, since it is a smooth exchange, why not just ask him for help?So he took the job, and the fabrics that Huzi personally selected were still placed on the table...

He originally thought that when Sister-in-law Chen and the others returned to Dongjun, he would take Huzi back with him...

"Young mansion?"

The potter stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Zhongping's eyes.

"Are you all right?"

"……fine."

Without looking back, Zhong Ping leaned over and wiped off the blood and mud on Xiaodouzi's cold and stiff arms with his fingers, and carefully closed Mrs. Chen's broken skirt.

The three bodies were tightly connected, and nothing could separate them.

"Soldiers are divided into three teams and search in all directions to see if there are any survivors in the village. If not... just burn them all. It's better than exposing corpses in the wilderness and being eaten by wild beasts."

Chong Ping's fingertips trembled. He didn't know what was right or wrong for his decision. He couldn't let these villagers go to the ground, and maybe he couldn't get justice for them.

It seemed that all he could do was send them off for the last time.

In addition to the fact that there are many rocks in the stone village that obstruct the view, the actual number of village households is not many.

Zhong Ping only waited for a cup of tea, and the soldiers he sent back to the village one after another told him what they saw.

All 31 families in the village were slaughtered, and none survived.

Zhong Ping is no longer willing to guess how many old and sick women and children are among them.

He and the potter retreated to the protruding rock outside the village, watching the crimson flames set off a corner of the sky from a distance.

"Such a hidden village has been slaughtered to the ground, so what should other counties look like?"

Zhong Ping murmured.

He thought again of the record "Whoever kills 10 men and women, leaving no chickens and dogs, and the Surabaya River is not lost, he is the city protection of five counties, and there is no trace of his whereabouts."

It turned out that it was not an exaggeration.

"Zhongming, we can't waste any more time."

There is only one thought left in Zhongping's mind, that is to hurry up, the sooner he sees Cao Cao, the sooner he can be persuaded to return to Yanzhou, maybe even save a few county towns from being slaughtered...

The pottery merchant stared blankly at the billowing smoke, with complex emotions in his eyes. Hearing Zhong Ping's urging, he paused for a moment before reacting.

Putting these words down, Zhong Ping took the horse rope, and didn't care that the road was not suitable for galloping horses. He turned over neatly, pinched the horse's belly, and rushed out like an arrow leaving the string.

The pottery merchant didn't even have time to respond, he only had time to order his followers in a deep voice, leaving a few people to clean up the matter.

With a wave of his hand, the soldiers around ordered them to stop, and quickly and neatly lined up, followed behind the potter, and followed Zhongping away.

If you don't stop on Zhongping Road, you can travel much faster. If you want to go to Pengcheng, you can't just take the trail blindly.

Therefore, in the next few days of Zhongping, what comes into view is the real scene of "the bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for a thousand miles", and people are becoming more and more dull and thinner day by day.

When he entered Xuzhou for the first time, he saw skinny and numb refugees. At that time, Wei Zhong warned him that he had to make a choice. He could not help everyone. Once he extended a helping hand to others, those hungry people would swarm up and attack them.

Zhong Ping actually doesn't quite remember what he was thinking at the time, what kind of feeling he was feeling in his heart.

The only thing he remembered was the indescribable feeling of shame when he withdrew his hand.

But now he seems to have almost wiped out even that bit of shame.

He has seen too many such people and such things in the past few days. Almost as long as he walks on the road and lowers his eyes slightly, all he sees are corpses and rotting flesh.

Either fresh or rotten, or young or old.

The heart in his chest was still beating violently, but what was diffused was only numbness.

For death, for life.

It seems that so many people died, even their relatives are used to it, and they have to save their lives crying and swallowing.

In a trance, Zhongping understood what refugees looked like in the eyes of "those people".

It should be to look at these people with the heart of looking at insects, right?

Zhong Ping reined in the reins, Pengcheng was right in front of him.

(End of this chapter)