"Don't worry about it," Lu Zhishan's expression turned even paler, "Just do it."
"Yes, I obey." Du Heng was so busy that he bowed and retreated. In fact, he had already been angry in his heart. At this time, he had Lu Zhishan's permission, so naturally he would not delay even a moment.
Mu Nanzhi wanted to remind Lu Zhishan whether he should think twice before acting. The capital looked peaceful and calm, but in fact there was an undercurrent surging. It was not easy for Lu Zhishan to endure it for many years. If he made a rash move because of this, he would be afraid of being exposed. Naturally, this would hurt Mr. Long Live's eyes and cause a lot of troubles in the future. However, listening to the screams and cries of the girl outside, she still said nothing. She just poured a cup of tea for Lu Zhishan and brought it over: "Cousin , please take a sip of tea to calm your nerves."
Lu Zhishan shook his head and put the tea cup back on the table. His face was frighteningly gloomy, his hands were tightly clenched, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
In the past in southern Xinjiang, he had also seen such a scene. The Siamese people rushed into the villages of the southern Xinjiang people, burning, killing and looting all the way, driving away and looting the Dali women. They rode on horses and whipped the women with whips. When he went down, he pulled off a large piece of clothing. The woman's screams and tears made the beasts even more excited. They drove the half-clothed woman away, and finally tied the woman who was running hastily with a rope, just like roping an animal, and then they raped her. Drag the woman into the forest...
That time, Lu Zhishan led his men to kill more than 400 Siamese soldiers, but he did not have the slightest desire for revenge. The ground was covered with the blood of Siamese people, and some people either fainted or died. They were crazy women, two hundred and sixty-seven women, naked and screaming. They couldn't tell the difference between the Dali people and the Siamese people. They fought desperately to fight against Lu Zhishan and the others, using whatever they could to catch them. Objects, stones, branches, and even bloody human bones, as if fighting evil spirits.
That day, Lu Zhishan and the others let them fight and remained motionless until Zhou Ran, with a limited number of medical women, hurriedly rescued these women.
Later, only about eighteen of the two hundred and sixty-seven women survived. Not all of them died at the hands of the Siamese, but more of them committed suicide because they could not bear the shame.
Zhou Ran said that Siamese soldiers are all beasts.
But he felt that it was all his fault that he failed to rescue them and that was why he had ruined the lives of so many women.
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Lu Zhishan has never forgotten that scene, just as he can't forget Lu Minglan's tears on that winter night twenty-three years ago.
But today, he didn't expect that he would see such a scene again, but this was not the southern border, but at the feet of the emperor, and the evildoers were not Siamese, but government servants.
He felt it was extremely absurd, and he couldn't help feeling sad and angry.
He must stop it, and he must not repeat the mistakes of the past.
No matter if this hurts anyone's eyes.
All he knew was that he had to take care of it.
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Xiahe Village.
Zhu's ancestral hall was brightly lit, and hundreds of villagers, each holding a torch, stood in front of the ancestral hall silently and angrily, looking quietly at the girl and young man in front of them.
It was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old. She looked carefully dressed. She had a plain silver painted butterfly and grass insect head on her head, and she was wearing a new plain embroidered jacket. She must have been for the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival. Such a delicate and beautiful girl who was dressed up so carefully was lying on the ground at this moment. Her eyes were closed, her face was bloodless, her clothes were disheveled, and half of her body was soaked in blood.