Chapter 153: The festival is over on August 15th

I miss you more during the holidays

Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as Zhongqiu, is not only a family reunion, health and harmony, but also the meaning of celebrating a bumper harvest. It is one of the few major solar terms in the year. It is not necessary to mention that rich families are scattered tributes and praying for blessings to the ancestral temple, and even the warehouse can provide a lot of new fruits. Even those poor families, even those who can't eat a few dry meals all year round, squeeze out some of them from the food ration one month in advance, grit their teeth and buy mooncakes, and the whole family can share the food.

Even if you really can't make delicious mooncakes, you have to steam a few brown sugar stickers and press the dates you just picked from the tree on the stickers, which can still make the children at home smile.

After all, it’s a holiday, and it’s different from ordinary days.

But who has the heart to buy these this year?

The human head hanging on the shaved head, the hair that has been passed down for thousands of years on this brain has been killed into a sea of ​​blood. Who has the intention to do this?

Even if he was afraid that Jianzhou people would shave their hair with a knife, he kept his braids, but a big man was dragging his tail on his head, and his head was not his butt, so how could he go out to see someone?

It’s a shame for ancestors!

I held back and shaved my head. Finally, I became the Shunmin of the Qing Dynasty, but this was not the end.

What is obedience to the people? It is a slave.

Since you are a slave, you have to support your master.

Every ten households have a Manchurian master. Men from each household have to come over to pay their respects every morning and night to ask for good luck. If the gifts are not enough, they will be kicked by big feet.

That's all alone.

But these masters from outside the pass are hard to serve. Not to mention the delicious food and worshipping the same as those of our ancestors, if the eldest girl and the wife of any family are a little more beautiful, these beasts from outside the pass dare to press them directly on the kang...

Just for this, the women at home dared not wash their faces. A pot of pot would be applied on their faces and they all became fire-cooked kings. But every day I still heard a lot of news that men were ashamed and wanted to pierce their heads into their crotch. Either the girl from the home was hung up or the wife of the west was thrown into the well...

If you are like this, what else is the solar term? Let’s just be shit.

There was still a gong ringing on the street, and Mu Chongwen was still wandering around like a man, pulling the Tartars' feathers as a big order: "Under the shaving order, the person who shaves his hair will be the people of our country, and those who hesitate will be the enemy of the enemy, and those who hesitate will be killed immediately..."

This dog who forgot his ancestors has no good ending. It depends on everyone being easy to bully. But what can everyone do to him?

The fear of blood has made so many people dare not stand up, but they are hoping that a hero will come out of nowhere and teach this dog a lesson...

On the left side of Yan's house is Fusheng Temple.

Yan Hui was the leader of the seventy-two wise men of the Confucian school, the top ten philosophers of the sages, and the status was respected. When worshiping Confucius, only Yan was able to enjoy cigarettes and blood. This temple of Fusheng was built on the basis of all dynasties.

The ancestors of sages have been cut off, and the people around them know the tragic and tragic descendants of Yan Xian know about them. When they hear this drastic change, they secretly praised them for their sage descendants.

today.

All the female relatives of Yan's family gathered in front of the ancestor's holy temple. They were all dressed in white and mourning clothes, singing the ancient sayings of the ancestors in unison:

"There is a coffin but no coffin. I don't pass it to make it a coffin. I don't pass it to the doctor..."

"…When you are traveling to Xia, take advantage of the Yin throne and take the crown of Zhou..."

The women were all wearing mourning clothes and singing chants out loudly, and all the listeners burst into tears.

Even some students with strong blood in their chests were moved by this and went forward one after another and gave great salute to their ancestors sitting upright on the middle chair to show their admiration...

"Cang" and "Cang" amid the sound of the gong, Mu Chongwen and more than a dozen people came here. Seeing this scene, he smiled: "I think you women will die for you. I used to be afraid of death. Now I know that it is better to live a life than to die well? What's the use of making such famous things..."

As soon as this King of Fire Hell, who was afraid of everyone, came over, many students immediately scattered, and everyone retreated, and they all sweated coldly for these women.

The ancestor looked around and stood up with a crutch. He said coldly: "Mu Chongwen, a good thief, I think you are both of the Han bloodline. If you carefully change your face and apologize for yours outside the spiritual positions of your ministers, you can keep your entire body. If you destroy your conscience again, you will suffer the pain of punishment from heaven."

"Hehe, is that?" Mu Chongwen sneered: "Don't think that you women are protected by their ancestors and I dare not touch you. Master Mu is the master here now. Whoever wants to die will not survive. Whoever wants to die will definitely not die. People like me will definitely not end up. I know that, and you can't use your old woman to remind you. But that's all that will last until the world is reversed. Even if God comes down, what can you do to me?"

"Okay, good thief, while you still understand the truth, I will tell you what the punishment is like." The ancestor said slowly: "Your great disaster is already in front of you, and you still don't know it. You are doing this act of bullying your heart and forgetting your ancestors. You can't forgive your sins if you peel off your skin and cramps and keep them..."

"Is that right?" Mu Chongwen smiled gloomyly and looked at the female family members coldly: "Grandpa, if I deal with you widows, it would be a matter of rebellion..."

The ancestors and the female relatives also glared at each other without making any plans to give in.

After all, he did something wrong, and Mu Chongwen felt guilty. If there weren't a braided soldier with a knife behind him, he would have been limp on the ground.

Seeing these women so brave and heroic, their hearts were also pounding. They always felt something was wrong, but they could never tell what was wrong.

Yes.

Only then did the dog thief notice the abnormality.

These women are all covered in white clothes, but there is only a piece of red cloth tied to their arms.

The red cloth was only the size of a palm, but it was so conspicuous that it seemed to be soaked in blood, making people involuntarily think of something extremely terrifying...

"What happened today is wrong." Mu Chongwen felt a little nervous. As soon as he turned around, he saw dozens of strong men gushing out from all over the place.

These people were all wearing white clothes, as if they were mourning for the dead. They were all naked, with neat buns exposed, and they all rushed over, just to challenge the shaving officer.

"It's weird, these people are too brave..."

While Mu Chongwen was hesitating, a half-year-old child jumped out of the men. The child was wearing a large and unrestrained yellow dress, with a red line passing through the body, and a piece of red cloth on his arms that was the same as the female members of the Yan family...

"The army to die, the group of traitors." With the shout of the children, the strong men pulled off their mourning clothes, exposed the yellow military uniforms inside, and shouted loudly: "Seven Kills will kill you and eliminate traitors for the country."

"My God..." Mu Chongwen's head was a "buzzing" sound, and his throat seemed to be stuffed with a handful of pig hair. After several "gurgling", he did not emit even a meaningful syllable. A hot stream flowed down his thighs in his crotch.

The anti-traitor group is too famous and too terrifying. Especially after word of mouth among the people, these people are even more powerful than the King of Hell. Anyone who is favored by the anti-traitor group, not to mention getting out of the way, even if they can leave a whole body, they will burn the fragrance for several lifetimes.

The completely demonized anti-traitor group came out all over, blocking the way for Mu Chongwen and others.

In fact, it is not very important to block or not, because these people were scared to death, and they were trembling like headless flies and spiders on their legs. They were yelling around with their knife in a majestic way, and in a blink of an eye they were already limp to the ground and unable to move.

Mu Chongwen was somewhat calmer and shouted: "Kill me, hurry up and beat the gong and gather the troops..."

But what use is there? The warriors behind him have thrown their knives and kneeled down to ask for forgiveness: "Grandpa, grandpa, spare your life, the young man has to force him..."

"Huh?" Lu Zhili was very surprised: "You Tartars still say Chineseization?"

"Grandpa, the young one is not a Tartar. The villain is a Han Chinese, a serious Han Chinese, because Lord Mu... Because Mu Dog Thief said that dressing up as a Manchu can scare the common people, the villain is now..."

Who doesn’t know that the anti-traitor group is specifically for causing trouble for the Tartars? At this time, if you continue to pretend to be the Tartars, you will immediately splatter blood.

The "Manchurian Warrior" next to him also quickly revealed his identity: "The villain is not a Tartar, the villain is all pretending to be Manchurian..."

"So that's the case. Since you are your own compatriots, it's easy to say." Lu Shili slapped the fake "Manchu Warrior" with a knife and asked with a smile: "Then have you ever killed your compatriots?"

"No, absolutely no..."

A knife flashed and the head fell to the ground.

Lu Zhili kicked the flying head far away. Let the headless corpse still gush with blood, and said with a sneer: "What I hate the most is this kind of villain who dares to be but not dares to be..."

The warm and hot blood was ticking on the knife. Lu Shizhi asked another question again: "Since you are not a Tartar, we can discuss it. I'll ask carefully, give me a honest answer, have you ever killed your compatriots?"

"I haven't... a villain killed him, killed him," he lied just now and lost his head. Who still imitated him? Quickly admit his crime: "The villain is forced by..."

Another sword light flashed, and then a blood light appeared.

"If you are accomplice for the tiger, kill!"

After doing this, the remaining ten people really don’t know how to answer. They said that they killed their compatriots immediately, and they said that they killed someone, and that they would just kill them.

Some clever seemed to understand, so I quickly kowtowed like a chicken pecking at the broken rice: "Grandpa, please spare me, please spare me, what will my grandpa say if I want the younger one, what will my younger one say..."

While begging for mercy, sharp forks passed through my chest.

These strong men did not seem to be in a hurry to kill the enemy, but instead nailed these traitors who forgot their ancestors to their forks, allowing them to struggle and scream in a pool of blood. They watched his blood flow cleanly, and then relaxed their whole body in a violent twitch...

For this level of blood and killing, the children of the anti-traitor group did not take it as a matter of killing a chicken.

Compared with the madness and desire of the anti-traitor group for fighting, the soldiers of the Qikill Camp are more ignorant and indifferent.

On the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, I have long since rolled in and out of the dead, and I have never seen what kind of scene I have seen? I can't mention this point in front of me at all.

Mu Chongwen, who killed countless people, was really scared into a mud.

When the knife is in his own hands, it is the head of someone else. As long as you are braver, it is a powerful and murderous star. It can use more than a dozen fake "Manchu braided soldiers" to shock thousands or tens of thousands of people. But when the knife is in his own hands, it is the head of someone else. Of course, it is yourself who is afraid of it.

Lu Shili looked at Mu Chongwen who was peeing in his pants, and kicked him: "Aren't you very majestic..."

"I... the villain is wrong. The villain knows that he is wrong. Give me your life. Please spare me. As long as I am spared, I will tell you all the truth in the city..." Mu Chongwen knew very well what to save his life: "The Qing Dynasty... I know how many troops the Tartar barracks have and how they are arranged...."

Lu Zhili didn't care about these things at all.

Special operations are completely a brand new concept, and I have never heard of it before.

It was not until the loyal master taught these seven killers step by step that he understood what special warriors mean.

Only the soldiers of the Seven Kill Camp can understand these things, infiltrate them, attack them, assassinate them, subvert them, stir them... and so on.

If the Tartars could understand the various things here, they would have to wait at least another three hundred years.

I have been lurking here for several days, and I have already figured out the nearby situation clearly and no longer needed Mu Chongwen's so-called information.

"It's not difficult to spare your life," Lu Zhili gestured back and forth between Mu Chongwen's neck, as if looking for the most suitable soft spot to cut the knife: "Aren't you shouting to gather troops?"

"The villain dares not, don't dare..."

Lu Zhili kicked the gong on Mu Chongwen's face: "Tap it for me, knock it hard..."

"Don't dare..."

"Don't dare? I don't dare now..." When Lu's literacy knife swung, Mu Chongwen was immediately scared. He didn't care about the authenticity, and quickly agreed: "I'll knock, I'll knock..."

After doing this, Lu Zhili really took the knife back: "Some brothers come and take Lord Mu around. If he wants to run away...hehe, kill him on the spot..."
To be continued...