After Murong Yue's death, the soldiers returned to the barracks and reorganized into a new team. Ten years later, some made meritorious service and some died in battle. Of these sixty soldiers, I don't know how many are still alive...
Ouyang Shaochen glanced at the lines of small black characters with deep eyes, and said lightly: "Only the names and hometowns of the soldiers are written on it, not which general they were assigned to. It will take some time to find them all." day… "
"It's okay, ten years have passed, it's not too late!" Murong Xue said casually, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and seeing Ouyang Shaochen looking at the paper thoughtfully, she couldn't help saying: "What did you see?" A special person who takes it so seriously?"
"It says that there is a soldier in Yangcun..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly.
"Yangcun?" Murong Xue's eyes were fixed: "But the Yangcun outside the capital?"
"Yes!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded.
A flash of light suddenly flashed in Murong Xue's mind: "I remembered, Uncle Hui accidentally mentioned a soldier surnamed Yang, saying that he was seriously injured in the battle where my father died and could no longer go to the battlefield. …”
The soldiers who cannot go to the battlefield will no longer be incorporated into the barracks, but will be given a certain amount of silver to let him return to his hometown to make a living...
"That recruit... has returned to Yangcun." Ouyang Shaochen's eyes were deep.
"It's possible to go back..." Murong Xue nodded, and looked up at Ouyang Shaochen: "Yangcun is not too far from the capital, let's go to Yangcun to look for him..."
He is Murong Yue's personal soldier, and he followed Murong Yue to the battlefield. Regardless of whether he was with Murong Yue when Murong Yue died, he would know many things in more detail than them...
"Okay!" Ouyang Shaochen nodded, his obsidian-like pupils were as deep as a deep pool.
The sky in the east was pale. Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue left the capital in a carriage, and rushed to Yangcun along the official road.
There were no pedestrians on the official road in the early morning, and the carriage ran very fast, and we arrived at Yangcun at Chenshi (7:00 am to 9:00 am).
The sun rose in the eastern sky, and a little bit of golden light penetrated through the clouds and shone on the earth, with a layer of warm halo, hazy and indescribably beautiful.
Murong Xue picked up the curtain and got out of the carriage, only to see Yang Village surrounded by green trees, red flowers, and green grass, quiet and elegant, the breeze blowing by, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers, faintly, but also the fragrance of dew, she couldn't help it. Live praise: "The environment here is really good, the ancient pollution-free air is good..."
The last sentence, she said very lightly, Ouyang Shaochen didn't hear clearly, so he couldn't help asking: "What did you say?"
"I said it's already the time of day. The villagers in Yang Village must have already woken up to eat. Let's go to the village to find someone." Murong Xue said with a smile, and walked forward quickly. If there was a strange smell lingering at the tip of her nose, she couldn't help but frowned slightly: "What kind of smell is this?"
Ouyang Shaochen's eyes sank, and he said lightly: "It seems to be... the smell of blood!"
"The smell of blood!" Murong Xue's eyes froze, and she ran quickly into Yang Village, over the green trees and red flowers, and saw that the flat street was full of corpses, middle-aged people, young people, children, old people There are people, from the street to the end of the street.
There was a deep sense of panic and confusion in their eyes, as if they didn't understand why they were killed. The blood stained the yellow-brown ground, and the strong smell of blood rushed straight to the tip of their noses, making people want to vomit...
Murong Xue frowned tightly: "This is... the village was massacred?"
"It seems to be." Ouyang Shaochen nodded, his deep eyes swept over the scattered hoes, vegetable baskets, vegetables, and steamed buns, and said lightly: "The massacre came so suddenly, they were defenseless..."
"I can see it!" Murong Xue's eyes were cold. They should have had breakfast as usual, walked out of the house, and prepared to start a day's life. They did not expect to encounter thugs. The quiet and peaceful Yang Village with beautiful scenery changed just like that. Became hell on earth...
Wuhen stepped forward, carefully inspected each corpse, and said in a low voice: "I just died, the blood is still warm..."
'Ping ping pong! The barely audible sound of fighting came to her ears, Murong Xue's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran towards the direction of the sound of fighting: "There are still people alive..."
In an inconspicuous small courtyard, two men in black were besieging a man in a coarse cloth jacket. One leg of the man was long and the other short, and he was barely standing. The scars and blood almost stained his clothes, he clenched his teeth, swung the long sword in his hand vigorously, forcing back the man in black's killing moves again and again...
"To be able to sustain for so long under the siege of our brothers, there are really two brushes..." the man in black teased casually, Senhan's eyes were full of bloodthirsty.
The man's face was ashen, and he reprimanded sharply: "You actually killed the whole village, you are really cruel, despicable and shameless..."
"Stop talking nonsense, today is your death day, take your life!" The man in black said viciously, and the long sword in his hand came out with all its strength, bringing a burst of icy coldness, and stabbed the man in the short shirt mercilessly.
The man looked solemnly, and swung his sword vigorously, blocking the sharp blade. Unexpectedly, the sharp blade suddenly tilted upwards, passed the man's interception, and stabbed fiercely into the man's heart. Blood spurted out, spilling on the black clothes people face...
Murong Xue rushed into the small courtyard at this moment, looking at the seriously injured man in short shirt and the man in black with a fierce look, her gaze froze, and suddenly she shot two silver needles, stabbing the man in black viciously...
The man in black pulled out his long sword, opened the silver needle, swung the sword and stabbed at Murong Xue, jumped out without any trace, and fought with the man in black...
Murong Xue quickly walked up to the man in the short shirt, and saw him lying on the ground, with blood dripping from his chest and the corners of his mouth, and his legs were of different lengths due to injuries. He was the soldier she was looking for...
Seeing Murong Xue, his eyes widened in surprise: "You...you are..."
"I am Murong Xue, and my father is Murong Yue..." Murong Xue said lightly.
"Murong Yue... General Murong... I... I'm sorry... General... I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..." The corner of the man's mouth overflowed with blood, and deep guilt and remorse flashed in his lax eyes. Looking at Murong Xue, muttering sorry in his mouth, he took his last breath...
Looking at his guilty face, Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed slightly...
"Shushua!" Two soft sounds rang out, and it was Wuhen who swung his sword and broke the tendons in the hands of the man in black.
The long sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the man in black turned pale with fright. Seeing Wuhen swinging the sword to force him up, his eyes turned cold, and he gritted his teeth suddenly. Eyes, slammed down...