On the east side of the Kowloon Bridge, the ground, which was originally made of bluestone slabs, was covered with large patches of dried and wet blood. Everywhere were the bodies of the Shatu people lying on the ground with arrows stuck in their bodies. Mixed with the pungent smell of blood was the smell of pine oil. There was a lot of spilled pine oil next to and on the bodies of the Shatu people.
Wang Jianbei and Yan Liqiang followed the army across the bridge. Looking at the bodies of the Shatu people on the bridge, Wang Jianbei glanced at them coldly and said, "These Shatu bastards are really ambitious and don't deserve to die. When the place where they live is on fire, many Shatu people actually want to bring the chaos to the whole city and set fire to the place where we Han people live. Just for this, they deserve to die!"
"It seems that these Shatu people who want to rush over are from other tribes in the city besides the Uli and Wumu tribes!"
"Yes, most of the Shatu people here are from other tribes. The Wuli and Wumu tribes were fighting each other last night. The Shatu people from other tribes don't want to get involved in the fight between the Wuli and Wumu tribes. Instead, they want to take the opportunity to bring the chaos to our side. They deserve to be killed!"
"Haha, we have to thank these Shatu people. Without them, the army would have no excuse to clear the area later!" Yan Liqiang swept the corpses on the ground and gave Wang Jianbei a suggestion. "At this time, the people in the city don't know what happened. You can ask the people from the Criminal Arrest Office to organize a group of people to come to Jiulong Bridge to have a look. Then let the people in the city know what the Shatu people were doing last night. This is what it means to share the same hatred and a common enemy. No one will sympathize with these Shatu people no matter what you do later. The interior of Pingxi City will be stabilized. In addition to these, I heard that Ganzhou City has already published a newspaper, so let the newspaper write an article to tell everyone the causes and consequences of the conflict between the Shatu people in the city last night and the wolfish ambitions and vicious thoughts of these Shatu people. In addition to Ganzhou, I have some contacts with the "Han Empire Times" in Dijing City. I will let the newspaper in Dijing City publish an article to first convict the Shatu people of crime and announce it to the world. Then no one in the court will be able to make any waves with this matter!"
In Yan Liqiang's previous life, this was just the most common means of guiding public opinion and was nothing. However, after Yan Liqiang said these words, Wang Jianbei was deeply touched. After a slight pause, he nodded heavily and said, "Yes, yes, that's how it should be. Liqiang, you are thoughtful. Liqiang, you are more than qualified to be a county magistrate!" As he spoke, Wang Jianbei directly called an attendant and whispered a few words to him. The attendant immediately went to make arrangements.
"Your Excellency is joking. In this Pingxi County, I am still counting on your support!" Yan Liqiang waved his hands quickly.
Wang Jianbei looked at Yan Liqiang deeply, smiled, and stopped talking. However, his evaluation of Yan Liqiang in his heart was raised again. Wang Jianbei himself felt that he could not see through Yan Liqiang at all. Usually, he looked at Yan Liqiang as a boy next door, amiable and often witty, which was refreshing. But sometimes, Yan Liqiang was experienced and smooth, just like a veteran who had been in the business world for decades, which was not something people of his age could have. As long as there was no conflict with Yan Liqiang, everything seemed fine. But once Yan Liqiang's bottom line was crossed, his means were so ruthless and decisive that it would make people sweat. The Northwest Transportation Office was a lesson learned. Yan Liqiang even dared to kill officials of the Northwest Transportation Office, so what else would he not dare to do? As the governor said, it would be comfortable to be friends with such a person, but it would be miserable to be his enemy, because you never know what cards he has hidden.
Liu Yucheng led a large group of people, stepped over the corpses of the Shatu people, and advanced towards the street ahead.
Soldiers holding heavy shields walked in several rows in front, followed by spearmen, and then crossbowmen, and two teams of cavalry. All of them were on high alert, advancing step by step, combing through the streets like a comb.
Seeing that there were relatively intact buildings on the street, Liu Yucheng asked people to shout to the Shatu people inside to come out. If there was no response, the cavalry behind would throw flying claws at the beams of those houses, and more than ten rhinoceros horses would pull hard, and the houses would collapse in an instant.
The houses in the Shatu gathering area are very old, and most of them are wooden houses. These houses have not been repaired for decades after they fell into the hands of the Shatu people. The Shatu people do not know how to build houses, so they are easily demolished.
There was a deafening cry of killing at Jiulong Bridge last night. The Shatu people living nearby were either scared away or caught up in the chaos. No one knew where they were at the moment. Anyway, Liu Yucheng's troops demolished more than 20 houses in a row, but did not see a single living Shatu person coming out.
After going a hundred meters deep to the east of Kowloon Bridge, the scene on the street changed again. On both sides of the road, there were basically no intact houses to be seen. Large areas of houses had turned into black ruins. Beams and pillars that had been burnt into charcoal were everywhere, dumped on the roadside, still smoking. In many of the ruins, one could see charred corpses that had been burned beyond recognition. On the streets, Shatu people with weapons in their hands but lying dead on the ground could be seen everywhere.
The advancing troops moved away the ruins that blocked the road and continued to move forward. When they encountered a fork in the road, the troops stopped and then split into small groups to clear one street at a time, one lane at a time, and one house at a time, and drove out the living Shatu people. If any Shatu people dared to resist, they would be stabbed at by a large number of spears in an instant.
The soldiers in this city had long been filled with anger towards the Shatu people. Now, with the order from the county magistrate, no one would be polite to the Shatu people anymore.
After clearing two streets like this, Liu Yucheng and his large group of men just turned a corner and saw thousands of Shatu people holding weapons and walking towards them aggressively on the opposite street.
As soon as Liu Yucheng raised his hand, the large group of people stopped at once. With a bang, the soldiers in the front row holding iron shields suddenly stuck their shields into the ground.
An old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a black Shatu robe, walked in front of the Shatu team. When he saw the large group of people here stopped, the old man raised his hand, and the Shatu people on the opposite side also stopped.
"What are you doing? This is the gathering area of our Shatu people. This is our Shatu people's territory. Your court has the "Huai'en Order". Do you dare to violate it? You Han army, leave immediately, otherwise you will be responsible if anything happens!" The old Shatu man shouted at this side in a stern voice. When the old man shouted, the Shatu people behind him raised their swords and started to make noise.
(End of this chapter)