My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 578 Holy Religion
Satira, the capital of Satsuma.

The Samo people who were fleeing in the city rushed out of the city gate with their families and their families and fled to other places in a hurry.

The once prosperous city has become lifeless after experiencing the abuses of foreign armies. Now, the soldiers of the fierce Archduke O'Lain are like defeated dogs, fleeing the city in embarrassment. The people in the city still don't understand. , and there are even more terrifying armies crushing towards this side.

On the wasteland outside the city, arrays of Mongolian cavalry stretched out in three directions: east, south, and north, surrounding Satila for nearly four days.

They were too lazy to pay attention to the fleeing Samoans, and occasionally only sent out a few scout teams to drive them away and shoot them with bows and arrows for fun.

The rest were all looking at the open city gate. Subotai had conquered countless cities from east to west. He had never been so surprised as he was today.

"The barbarians in this world can also play the empty city strategy? Or is there really an ambush inside..."

As the commander-in-chief of one party, but with the emperor by his side, he could not issue orders at any time like before, so he sent a scout to ride a fast horse to the east to look for the main force heading west. The scout made a report and walked to the advancing center. , handed the news layer by layer, passed through several hands, and finally arrived in front of Su Chen.

Seeing the content of the intelligence, Su Chen was almost the same as Subutai. His first reaction was that the Western barbarians in this world were playing an empty city strategy. He couldn't help but look at the old gods over there, Zhuge Liang and Zhuge Liang.

The latter was sitting on a four-wheeled vehicle, looking blankly at the emperor who was level with him, and then smiled and waved his feather fan: "Zilong and Wennuo used it. Liang was with the main force of the Shu army at that time, There’s no chance of using the empty city strategy.”

The crane fan fell down and patted the strong man below who was lifting the four-wheeled vehicle.

The Tanma Red Army in the front row held spears or brandished machetes and roared with the sound of charging to disperse the uneasiness in their hearts.

Facing the large city with its gates open, Subotai was still cautious and immediately dispatched a group of cavalry to the southern gate of Satira.

Watching the galloping horses go away, Su Chen exhaled and cheered up, "Instruct the front troops to speed up their pace and camp outside the city of Satila before dark!"

It's only a few feet away from the city gate!

As he spoke, he pulled out an arrow from the quiver hanging on the side of the saddle, and asked him to send his commanding cavalry to carry the arrow, which was used by the emperor, and deliver it to Subotai.

Under the bright sky, two thousand horse-exploring Red Army troops rushed toward the crowded city gate with apprehension. When the Samoans at the city gate saw the oncoming horses, they suddenly became panicked, and they pushed and crowded each other in the chaos.

After hearing the conveyed words, Subotai nodded. It was obvious that Su Chen's trust made him feel comfortable.

"Then the prime minister thinks that Su Butai will lead his army into the city?" Su Chen turned his head and looked at the four-wheeled vehicle that was put down by the warrior and Zhuge Liang who was sitting on it.

The mighty army of hundreds of thousands is advancing, and the front, rear, left, and right must advance in a coordinated manner, so the speed of the army must be much slower.

"I understand."

"The people are like a herd of animals, knowing how to avoid disasters. Apparently, the barbarian army in the city heard that their city was being slaughtered and evacuated first when they saw that the situation was not good. Naturally, the people in the city were panicked like a herd of animals, and fled away from the city."

Su Chen nodded, and summoned Wu Zixun on the slowly moving horse, "Hurry and give my command arrow to Subotai, and tell him that he can make the final decision on the military affairs in the past. There is no need to interfere with everything. The movement of command horses will delay the war opportunity." ”

Now that he can be trusted, Subotai has nothing more to ask for.

The next moment, the distance between the two sides was instantly reduced.

You know, after coming here, I realized that Mongolia's reputation was not good in China. After all, massacres and killings were commonplace, and they were mainly violent, which frightened the people at the time.

"Put the car down. This section of the road is now easier to walk."

The strong wind on the plateau blew loudly, fluttering the big cloak on his body. When the Tanma Red Army over there finished lining up, he raised his hand on the horse and blew the trumpet. The two thousand cavalry leaped on their horses and raised their swords. ,

After traveling more than seventy miles, the dispatched cavalry arrived at Satira at dusk in the afternoon, carrying the emperor's command arrows, and handed them over to Subotai personally.

"Send a battalion of scouting Red Army troops ahead of time and charge into the city!"

The swinging machete struck at the crowded crowd, and the galloping war horses crashed into the crowd. The crowded figures let out shrill screams, rolled and fell to the ground under the impact of the war horses, and were immediately swept under the stepping iron hooves. , trampled to pieces.

Then he went straight into the city.

Sensing this point keenly, Subotai immediately took a few steps forward and raised his hand: "Surge into this city of mud pills. When the Emperor of Xia's troops arrive, he will behead all the Satsuma people in the city!"

The sound of the horn resounded through the fields outside the three gates of Satila, and a large number of cavalry no longer had any scruples and swarmed into the city gate.

Satsuma is located in the westernmost plateau country, and Satira is also the largest city here, with tens of thousands of Satsuma people living there for generations.

After O'Lain's looting and occupation, there are still a huge number of people here, even though some people took advantage of O'Lain's army to leave a few days ago and followed them out of the city.

But there were too many people, and by the time we arrived, more than 20,000 people still had no time to leave.

That afternoon, the nobles who had not squeezed out the common people from the city and were reluctant to part with gold and silver ran desperately to their homes. However, not long after, the cavalry from outside the city came in like a tide, with scimitars, bows and arrows, and this group of people were fierce and ferocious. smile.

What followed was a brutal killing feast.

The entire city of Satila was completely immersed in the fighting in the dusk, and the killings had spread throughout the city before dark.

There was almost no army in the city that could resist. The Samo people who could only escape back home knelt in front of the shrine and prayed tremblingly. However, those nobles who were reluctant to leave their homes either hid in the cellar or organized their servants and slaves to try. After resisting, the Mongolian cavalry that swarmed the entire mansion was often set ablaze, and everyone was killed in the sea of ​​​​fire.

At this time, Satila was ignited with raging flames, reflecting the shadows of people on the street running and screaming in panic.

The war horses galloping on the street rushed from behind. The Mongolian cavalry above stretched out their scimitars, struck the fleeing man's back with a slash, and then trampled over the corpse with his horse.

The Mongolian cavalry looked back at the unrecognizable corpse that had been trampled by iron hoofs, with a ferocious look in his eyes, and a proud smile on his face. He shouted several times around, and several nearby Mongolian cavalry came over to join him with a "drive" sound. , continue the killing to the next place.

There are also narrow alleys where many Satsuma people gather. Dozens of strong Satsuma men carry knives and simple wooden spears, and put some clay pots and wooden railings in the middle of the road to form a simple defense.

Occasionally, the sound of horse hooves passed by the alley, frightening the men, women, old and young inside so that they did not dare to breathe out. Several women in the crowd covered their mouths, holding their children with their other hands and watching the Mongolian cavalry rushing past outside. Shivering, beads of sweat penetrated the linen woven dress.

However, the cavalryman who had just passed by suddenly turned back and turned his head to look into the alley. The Samoan man inside finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart. When the other party turned his horse's head, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, he finally couldn't help but scream. cry.

The arrow flew in and hit the chest of a strong Satsuma man in front. The Mongolian cavalry put his index finger and thumb into his mouth and blew a whistle.

Then more than a dozen riders came from nearby. They picked up the spears hanging on the sides of their horses, dismounted, and pushed inside with their companions.

The Satsuma people inside were not soldiers. They could fight back twice at first, but as someone was stabbed to death, the entire simple defense line collapsed. The approaching Mongolian cavalry thrust forward wildly with the spears in their hands, and blood instantly spattered among the pushing crowd.

Amidst the screams, the woman squatted on the ground holding her child, and the old man crowded against the wall. Then he fell down and was trampled on by chaotic feet one after another, breaking his bones. He could only cry on the ground. .

Huge chaos spread in the city. As the Mongolian army wandering in the wilderness entered the city, the entire city collapsed in the dim sky.

The capital of the Satsuma people has experienced two turmoils, and this time it was finally reduced to a dead city.

In the distance, Satsuma Palace.

The women in the palace were roughly torn apart by the Mongolian cavalry and dragged into the grass or a certain room. However, they were not killed in the end. They just got up slowly amidst the laughter of the Mongolian cavalry and put on their clothes. Dressed in dust, weeping and weeping, she was taken outside the castle to wait for her death.

Most likely when the emperor is coming, there will always be a maid to serve him.

Those nobles who resisted were not so lucky. They were almost stripped of their robes, tied behind their horses, and dragged through the streets by the Mongolian cavalry until only a broken arm was left...

The sky was getting dark. In front of the ancient castle, the statue of the founding emperor of Satsuma that once stood had been pulled down by the Mongolian cavalry with ropes and broke into several pieces on the ground with a loud bang.

A Satsuma nobleman knelt there, crying bitterly as he looked at the collapsed statue. The reason why he did not die was because he was angrily cursing the Mongolian cavalry in the Liang dialect of the time.

The Mongolian cavalry were formerly from Xirong. They had heard the local dialect of the neighboring Liang Kingdom, and some of them even understood it, even if this old Satsuma nobleman spoke awkwardly.

"You devils!"

"You will get your comeuppance!"

"This is the ancestor of the Sama people, the great Saratila!"

However, he was answered by the ridicule of the surrounding Mongolian cavalry. Some soldiers even got off their horses, unbuckled their belts, took off their trousers, and were about to pee on the noble.

There were heavy footsteps outside.

The dozens of Mongolian cavalry here looked back, told the companion who wanted to pee to get on his horse and retreat to the side.

I saw Subotai, the commander of ten thousand men, coming from a distance accompanied by a group of tall figures. The soldiers who opened the way quickly arranged around and guarded the place.

The Satsuma noble who was kneeling on the ground raised his gaze and saw a figure wearing dark armor being escorted over. There was a buzzing sound in his ears.

And the armor iron pieces on these figures made a soft friction sound as they moved around.

"Li Chaofu told me how powerful and prosperous this country used to be. It was located in the east and west and absorbed many cultures and religions from both sides. But what I saw... was a prosperous country that enjoyed comfort and forgot the dangers of war."

Su Chen led Lu Bu, Xiang Yu, Xia Houyuan, Xiahou Dun and other generals through the quiet corridor, looking at the murals and reliefs around them, "Don't they know that without a strong army, it is impossible to defend such wealth?"

"Hmph, along the way, someone discovered that these barbarian countries to the west really like statues, but just for the sake of looking good!"

Although Lu Bu likes luxury, it must be luxurious to the point. He looked at these exaggerated sculptures and sneered, "Only when our soldiers died in battle can their names be carved into monuments. But they like to engrave some inexplicable sculptures If this country is not destroyed, who will be destroyed?"

"Emperor of the East!"

Suddenly, an awkward Liang Guo dialect sounded. Su Chen, who was talking to the generals, stopped and looked outside the corridor. A rather elegant old man from Satsuma stood up from the ground. His hair was disheveled and his face was stained with blood, and he glared at Su Chen.

Immediately, he was kicked to his knees by the Mongolian cavalry next to him. He gritted his teeth and glared at the soldier, then looked at Su Chen again.

"Why do you want to kill the Satsuma people? We are also victims. The Satsuma people have always had trade with the Western Regions in the East. I even learned Liang Guohua in the East!"

Su Chen glanced at the old man Satsuma who was grinning and shouting, and was too lazy to listen to these meaningless words. Since he came to kill him, he didn't think of any reason.

If it really happened, it would be to plunder the land for the people of Xia Kingdom, find Zhang Jiao, the national master, and then massacre the entire west.

Su Chen glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, and led the generals to move forward and into the Samoan palace. Before leaving, Wu Zixun turned around and wiped the necks of the Mongolian cavalry guarding the old man.

The action of wiping his neck was also seen by the Satsuma noble old man. He was startled for a moment, and at the same time he heard a clang, like the sound of something being unsheathed, and his head was held down from behind. From the corner of his eye, a mouthful of The blade touched his neck.

Then, the Mongolian cavalry suddenly pulled the blade.

puff!
Blood arrows spurted out from the old man's torn neck and sprinkled on the broken sculpture, drawing an arc.

The army from the east slaughtered all the way, whether they were Samoa people or foreign nationalities, almost all were on the list of slaughter.

The bad reputation of the Eastern Army spread westward, and by this time it had reached the point where children had stopped crying.

In November, the weather began to turn cooler. To the west of the Satsuma Plateau, winter freezing rain began to fall. The Satsuma border city named Maiti was soaked in the moisture after the rain.

Most of the many shops in the city have closed their doors, and the Satsuma people in the city are hiding at home and do not dare to go to the streets easily.

The streets were full of soldiers from Holy Lothar patrolling. That day, a team came outside the city. The soldiers guarding the city saw the figure coming on horseback and quickly greeted them.

The person who came on horseback was Olain. After running around for several days, he finally arrived at Maiti City. Under the guidance of the soldiers in the city, he only brought a few personal guards and the big sword from the previous five hundred swordsman camp. Together with the soldiers, we headed towards the altar.

The city was lifeless, but as we headed towards the Lord's Mansion, the streets there were unusually lively.

Sacrificial instruments unique to the West were being played, and papal soldiers in white, loose-fitting hoods were guarding the lord's palace.

Inside, there were many female priests dancing around a stone altar, kneeling down from time to time to worship, giving Olain a mysterious sense of ritual.

"I want to meet Holy Lothar!"

O'Lain walked through the crowd of worshipers and approached a familiar figure. He lowered his head and clasped his hands in front of him and spoke softly.

"You bring disaster, O'Lain."

The man was tall and took off his hood, revealing a dark and pious face.

(End of this chapter)