plumnovel Chapter 337
Chapter 337
Chapter 337
"Father, forget about the car, let's run!"
The old woman looked at the groups of refugees passing by, and while helping push the carts hard, she turned her head frequently, feeling furious.
The dark, skinny old man broke out in cold sweat when he heard the words, but he continued to push the cart stubbornly.
The trolley was densely packed with supplies. Looking carefully, there were pots and pans, everything was available, and there was even a stone jar.
Unexpectedly, the more anxious and panicked, the more panicked and chaotic.
For some reason, the wooden wheel on one side of the cart hit a rock with a "bang", and the cart lost its balance and overturned on the side of the road.
He walked in a hurry, and his things were not tied up properly, so they were scattered all over the ground, and the porcelain bowls and pottery were smashed to pieces.
"Clean up quickly, pack up!"
The old man was so anxious that he could not speak coherently, and rushed over to clean up.
"Don't clean up, run, the rebels are coming..."
"Clean up quickly..."
"Father—"
"Shut up! You old woman, it's all lost, what shall we eat and drink? This is our lifetime possession!"
The old man broke out suddenly, and shouted at the wife hysterically.
The old woman froze from the yelling, and froze for a moment.
Couldn't speak for a while.
"Old man, run, the rebels are coming!"
A passing refugee kindly reminded me.
However, the old man still went his own way and packed the cart.
Before he could turn the cart over, there was a sudden sound of rumbling horseshoes behind him.
"Father! Father! The rebels are coming!"
The old man's son was also anxious and shouted.
However, it was too late to run again at this time.
Accompanied by the sound of rumbling horseshoes, a group of strong and sharp cavalry roared towards them as swiftly as the wind.
"Mother!"
Seeing this scene, the old man hugged his wife and child in his arms, and hid beside the car, trembling.
"Da da da……"
The sound of heavy horseshoes whistling past him was endless and frightening.
After a while, as the sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, the old man finally mustered up the courage to raise his head.
He looked at the cavalry in the distance, with tears and smiles on his face: "It's okay, it's okay, hurry up, pack up your things."
The women and half-children, who were still terrified, raised their heads in fright, and were immediately relieved to see that the group of cavalrymen hadn't killed anyone.
Quickly pack up things.
Just as they lifted the cart up, another cavalry rushed over.
With the previous experience, the old man's family did not hide and continued to pack their things.
"puff!"
A light horse passed by the old man's side, and a cold light suddenly appeared, and the old man's head was thrown high, blood spilled into the sky.
The woman and child who were packing up were stunned.
"Fifth, why kill him?"
"Hmph, I don't even hide, I'm afraid it's the imperial court's secret work!"
A casual conversation, drifting in the wind, like broken grass.
"father--"
The shrill screams echoed from the side of the mountain road, and lasted for a long time.
"Da da da--"
One after another cavalry passed by, no one cast a glance of concern, only the heavy horseshoes smashed the pots and pans scattered on the official road.
I don't know how long ago.
The official road finally quieted down, and no more cavalry passed by.
The woman who came back to her senses wiped away her tears and endured her grief. She dug a thin earth pit on the side of the road, buried her husband, and begged her ancestors to forgive her.
After everything was cleaned up, it was her turn to be the woman who was in charge of the house, but instead of abandoning the cart, she pushed the cart with difficulty and rushed to the county seat.
The cart is heavy, and under the dilapidated official road, it is crooked and almost overturned.
It wasn't until a pair of big hands supported it that it stabilized.
"Don't be afraid, layman, poor people are not bad people."
A young Taoist dressed like a county lord appeared out of nowhere and helped her hold the cart.
The cart picked up speed and gradually caught up with the scattered refugees fleeing.
With each other's help, the team became bigger and bigger, but also more and more quiet, only the rustling of wheels on the ground and the sound of footsteps remained.
——The corpses that have been trampled into flesh by horseshoes on the official road have impacted the three views and the bottom line of all living beings.
Before the refugees came to the county, they bumped into another wave of refugees.
"Why did brother go back, what happened in front?"
"The rebels have entered the city!"
"what?"
The refugees who were about to flee the county were stunned, and stood there blankly, not knowing whether to leave or retreat?
Mo Chuan, who was among the refugees, looked at the confused and drifting people, and sighed with an ugly expression.
The cavalry drove the refugees away, fearing that they deliberately tricked the refugees into opening the city gate.
It could not be said that among the refugees, the siege soldiers were hidden.
"Master Taoist, you have seen a lot, where should I, we go?" The woman pushing the cart looked at Mo Chuan helplessly.
"Pin Dao doesn't know either."
Mo Chuan shook his head, thought for a while, and secretly stuffed some broken silver in the past, saying: "Nowadays the current situation is turbulent, there are soldiers and horses everywhere, and there are soldiers and bandits everywhere. From the point of view of the poor, it is better to go home than to be homeless."
The woman was stunned, and her dry tears flowed down again.
Unknowingly weeping for her dead husband;
Still crying about the impermanence of fate.
Mo Chuan sighed, turned around and walked towards the county seat.
After entering the city, the city was already in chaos and a mess.
There are fleeing residents everywhere, and looted soldiers everywhere.
The people he had just saved;
After turning a street on the back foot, he was beheaded by soldiers to make up for his meritorious service.
He swung his sword to kill the soldiers, and immediately more soldiers came, until a Taoist priest stopped him.
"Dare to ask friends, Dao name up and down?"
The person who came was wearing a blue Taoist robe, his cultivation was above Jiazi, and he bowed his hands politely.
When the passing soldiers saw this, they all went far away.
"Are you from the Dingyuan Army? A disciple of Huang Laojiao?" Mo Chuan asked.
"Exactly."
"Since you are a Taoist disciple, why don't you restrain the soldiers?" Mo Chuan asked, pointing at the city full of screams.
"Fellow Daoists are joking. There is a saying in the "Tao Te Ching": Dao abolishes, there is benevolence and righteousness, wisdom comes out, and there is great hypocrisy."
The Taoist in blue robe paused, and said again:
"People's hearts are not dead, and the Dao is not out. This is in accordance with nature, why is it disobedient? If it weren't for this military disaster, how could we see the benevolence and righteousness of Daoists?"
"Go to your mother's avenue!"
With a wave of Mo Chuan's sleeve, the Three Scenery sword came out, a cold light flashed, and a line of blood emerged from the neck of the blue-robed Taoist.
"Cuckoo..."
The blue-robed Taoist looked at Mo Chuan in astonishment, and wanted to say something, but his mouth was full of blood foam.
"Pfft!"
The head fell, and the soul was annihilated.
Mo Chuan, who let out a little bit of anger, looked back at the chaos in the city, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
In his early years, he traveled around the countryside in response to incense, and saw a lot of court injustice.
The exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes are even fiercer than tigers!
There was a bit of hostility in his heart, and he wanted to smash this unfair dynasty, and he trampled on the bones of the public.
However, at this moment, all he felt was a bone-chilling chill.
Dynasty after dynasty.
Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer.
Poor old Daokong has a compassionate heart, but no way to save the world...
Do not!
A flash of determination flashed in Mo Chuan's eyes, and suddenly he raised his sword to the sky, stabbed, and a purple thunder, like a real dragon descending from the sky, dazzled the whole city.
The black clouds covering the sky and the sun are surging in, turning the day into night, and making Zilei shine even more!
"Impoverished tomorrow, whoever dares to loot in the street, will be killed without mercy!"
The sound of angry scolding, like the roar of dragons and tigers, swept across the dilapidated city.
Countless soldiers who were raping and looting looked up in astonishment, terrified, and never dared to release the demons in their hearts.
"Where is the gate of the Huanglao Sect?"
Mo Chuan, who frightened the whole city, photographed a soldier out of thin air, and asked.
"Shangxian spares my life, Shangxian spares my life!"
"Tell me, where is the gate of the Huanglao Sect?"
"Shangxian spare your life..."
The poor soldiers were frightened, kowtowed like garlic, just begging for mercy.
Mo Chuan kicked it away, asked several people repeatedly, and finally got the detailed address, then left an incarnation of a puppet and walked away.
[Thanks to "Iron Blade Armor" for the reward.
PS: It is estimated that some people will say that the protagonist's heart has changed.In fact, the character of the protagonist in this book has been undergoing subtle changes. Recently, Gou Dao Liu has flourished. Many people like that kind of Gou Dao. 】
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