Chapter 164: You're literate

The Battle of Guide made the first battle of the Dead Army's Western Expedition a prosperous one. Especially the wealth plundered by the Jianzhou people in the city has fallen into the hands of the Dead Army.

The soldiers who went to the death were breaking into the homes of these people, and took out the food, cloth, gold, silver, money and other items they had hidden, filling them with trucks. The soldiers were smiling and sorting these things. When they saw Lu Zhili coming over, they joked with a smile: "Lu Zhili, who is illiterate, how did your sweet sister, Nandu, hook up with you? He also said to the brothers..."

"Get out of here, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you guys." Whenever my comrades mentioned Xianglan, Lu Shizhi always felt a sense of sweetness in his heart. His right hand couldn't help but reach to his chest and touched the letter that he had treasured for a long time.

"Did you sleep with that woman? Is it beautiful or not?"

Lu Zhi has become accustomed to these vulgar and kind jokes, and always responds with even more vulgar laughter: "I'm your little father, I'm sleeping with your mother..."

Amidst the smirking mixed with meat, there were always a few older comrades who kindly reminded: "You boy are lucky, and the girl is still waiting for you. Don't let such a flower wait until it witheres. When the battle is over, you will dig a hole to borrow money. Even if you make some deficit, you will marry that girl to our Huaixi, and don't let her be sincere..."

When it comes to this, Lu Zhili felt warm for a while and had decided to do so many times. As long as the war ended, he would have to borrow all the money from his acquaintance's wallets and marry Lin Qianjin with glory. Miss Lin has been so far from Nandu to Huaixi, and is her life-saving benefactor. The wedding show cannot be small, and the flowing water table with fish and meat will be set up for three days no matter what...

As soon as he saw Lu Zhili's face full of happiness, the soldiers began to laugh loudly: "This silly boy wants to marry a wife again, haha, the new wife wants to be like this before she passes the door. If she really wants to get married, she will have forgotten us. She must have been tied to her belt all day long, haha..."

Lu Zhizhi was not polite, and shouted half-truely: "She is talking about these useless sarcastic words. When I get married, I will definitely borrow money and food from you. Whoever dares to cry and be poor at that time? Hehe, I will throw a scorpion into his crotch!"

"Lu Zhili, I really don't feel wronged when I say you are a consummate. You just care so much about the money on the credit book?" Someone was already pointing out the tricks for Lu Zhili: "You should talk to our Zhongcheng Bo, and let Zhongcheng Bo give you a full amount of money? You have made such a great contribution this time, no matter how much you say Zhongcheng Bo wants to take special care of you..."

The older old comrades also reminded: "You are already a battalion official. If you really want to go further, keep the credit. Your Qikill Camp is the eyes of the great commander. Maybe you can really be promoted to a deputy commander or something..."

"It's all nonsense. The commander has the final say in the army we go to die. When did you have a deputy commander?" Lu Shili also knew that his future was bright, but the deputy commander was just joking.

"If you don't care about this little credit, it will be easy. Please turn your credit into land. Wouldn't you get money if you sell the land? Then you will have a good deal for renovating your house and marrying a bride, haha..."

It is not that Lu Zhili has never tried to convert military merits into money. However, the big and small things of the army to die are decided by Zhongcheng Bo alone. If he wants to reward the fields, you can't even push them off. If Zhongcheng Bo makes other arrangements, even if you have great military merits, you have to stand aside. In the army to die, no one is qualified to bargain with Zhongcheng Bo.

"Don't just stare at the little money of our brothers. If you have this free time, it's better to find camp officials like Lu Jian Ding Yi and others." The old comrade reminded: "After you are also a camp official now. If you open your mouth to them, who can really refute your face?"

"Oh, this is a good way. By the way, Ding Yi and Lu Jian and the others? I'll get a borrower to ambush it first!" In order to marry Lin Qianjin with gloriousness, let alone begging Lu Jian and Ding Yi who are not very familiar with him, he doesn't care about Lu Jian's shameless things.

My heart is hot.

"Lu Jian? Ding Yi? What else can they do? Deal with the Jianzhou Banners at the South Gate. Come over quickly. These kids will definitely be doing something bad there!"

"Flagman?"

"Yes, you've been here for more than half a month, so why are you still pretending to be confused? They are the bannermen who followed the Tartar soldiers! How can they be done if they don't deal with it? Do you still let them be prisoners and waste food?"

Lu Shi Li has been hiding in Guide for a long time, and he has long been able to understand the situation here. Most of the bannermen are the families of war soldiers. However, most of the Manchu soldiers were killed when they broke through the city. If they kill them like this, it would be a bit inappropriate.

"I'll go and have a look!"

Lu Zhili led the horse and ran away in a flash. The brothers behind him were still joking: "Lu Zhili's son is so anxious when he talks about marrying a wife. He has never seen a woman in his life..."

The killing at Gongyang Gate had reached its climax. There were hundreds of headless corpses floating on the wide moat, and the blood in the cavity continued to gush out, dyeing the river water pink.

Every time ten people are killed, there are soldiers who go to the death army to rotate. They avenge the robes that died in the past and offer sacrifices to the brothers in heaven. Who doesn’t want to do such things? Unfortunately, there are more wolves and fewer meats, and if you don’t rob them, you won’t be able to touch them.

A soldier who had just grown a fluff on his mouth, holding a man who was still ticking blood, kept crying loudly, knelt down at the end of the channel that had not been completely destroyed, raised the head of the hand and shouted loudly to the sky: "Dad, have you seen it? This is the head of the Tartars... The commander said, for every one we die, we will kill ten Tartars, and our family has been harmed by the Tartars, and I will kill forty and four hundred Tartars..."

"Dad, mother, sister-in-law, niece, have you seen it? The Tartars still owe our family three hundred and ninety-nine heads. Please wait. I will follow the general to kill all the world and kill all the Tartars in the world..." The young soldier threw the head into the sky, roaring as if he had tried his best to do his best: "Give me a sacrifice..."

The almost crazy screams of the soldiers made the onlookers immediately become furious, and they kept pushing to the wall of human beings composed of soldiers of the dead: "Someone in my family called the Tartars to harm the disaster. This revenge must be avenged, we must also kill people..."

"Mr. Jun. Who is going to the death, okay, give me a chance to avenge me. Our family, no matter whether they are dead or alive, will never forget the kindness of the death army..."

If the soldiers of the army who went to the death tried their best to block these surging crowds, the people would have rushed over and tore these desperate Tartars into pieces.

Although there was a surging crowd, the soldiers below were enough to maintain order here. What Ding Yi was most annoyed was his brothers.

These little bastards were like seeing a fishy cat, rushing forward hard, fighting for the few tributes. Ding Yi was so angry that he held the fork handle and patted his men back and forth: "What are you grabbing? There are tributes that are unpromising in a few days. You can get mercy on you. That is to say, you will also drill forward... and enjoy the pleasure of the brothers behind... stand back and stand back, and then grab me and throw you into the river, haha..."

Ding Yi and Lu Jian held up the fork, laughed and slapped their faces with the fork handle and chuckled. Finally, they beat the two subordinates of the Pioneer Battalion back, giving the brothers behind them a chance to offer sacrifices.

When I saw that I had the opportunity to offer sacrifices, I immediately rushed out a large number of people.

"It's your turn, well, that's all, you guys, there are ten, there are not many more. Everyone has ten, and no one can get more..." Ding Yi said solemnly about the rules of massacre.

"Thank you, the vanguard brothers," the soldiers lined up in a row had already been ready, and a team officer in the lead bowed to Ding Yi for thanking him.

"What are you thanking? It's really my brothers. If you have such good things, you can't forget your brothers." Ding Yi smiled honestly and handed the big knife to the warriors of Guizi Camp: "Everyone is quick, there are still many brothers who want to offer sacrifices later..."

"I don't need a knife, just use our fork," the team officer of Guizi Camp had a little twisted face. The veins of the hand holding the fork swelled up and were still trembling slightly: "My wife and wife in my family are about to give birth, and the belly is broken by a Tartar shot, and one corpse is killed. If I use a knife, the wife and the baby beards in heaven will be unhappy..."

"Okay, whatever you want..."

No matter whether it is male or female, or whether it is old or young, he asked ten Tartars to kneel in the shallow water in front of the door...

The Guizi Camp team officer raised his fork to a child who had no idea what to do with it for three weeks...

The Manchu young woman under the fork seemed to have collapsed. She rushed out like crazy, held the child in her arms, and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Give me aside, spare my child, he is less than three years old, I am willing to die for him..."

The face of the Gui camp team officer was distorted, as ferocious as a ghost, even more crazy than this young woman. He grabbed the young woman's clothes and lifted her up and threw her into the mud: "Below three years old? My child has not yet been born, so I will cause you to harm you. If you were me, how would you say this hatred? Tell me, what would you say..."

The young woman was disheveled with hair, with mud on her body dripping, and shouted desperately: "I am willing to compensate, I am willing to sleep with you, no matter what, as long as you spare my child..."

"Get out," kicked the young woman over the mud and water, raised her fork again, and the Gui camp team officer no longer had a ferocious look on his face, but instead he was kind and murmured: "My good child, dad is incompetent. I will only avenge you this bloody revenge today..."

"Slow action! Stay there!" A fast horse hit several people one after another, and the knight immediately ran over.

Under such circumstances, there were even those who shouted "Kuan the knife", and everyone looked at each other.

Ding Yi laughed loudly: "I forgot the Lu brothers and let us take the lead. I'm sorry, haha."

The person who came was Lu Zhili.

Lu Zhili pushed away the Guiba camp team officer and shouted with panting: "Save people under the knife...keep people..."

When the Gui character camp team officer saw that it was Lu Zhili, hesitated for a long time and finally took a few steps: "Okay, Lu Zhili, Po Guide, you Qisha Camp have made the greatest contribution. We brothers will give you this face, you can offer sacrifices first."

"Yes, yes, that's the reason." Ding Yi said carelessly: "Brother Lu, you have made great contributions. Everyone should accept your affection and goodness. You can choose which one to choose, but at most you can't exceed ten..."

In the Battle of Guide, the first merit was naturally the Seven Killing Camp, and everyone knew it in their hearts.

Otherwise, Ding Yi would not be so polite to Lu Zhili. He is the junior who is Lu Zhili, and he is far from Ding Yi and others.

"These people cannot be killed, they cannot be killed..." Lu Zhili was not a clever person, and he couldn't explain clearly for a while, just saying that he could not kill these old, young, women and children.

"What did you say?" Everyone was stunned, as if they had heard the most incredible thing.

Even the people on the periphery were extremely surprised and stopped shouting and making trouble. They all watched Lu Zhili.

"Brother Ding, these are all women and children, and unarmed elderly people. It's hard for us to kill them..."

Ding Yi was stunned for a long time, as if he heard the funnyest joke in the world: "Brother Lu, are you kidding? Why don't I understand what you mean? If you want to be satisfied, you can choose ten of them that you like, brothers will be right to you, right?"

"I mean to spare them!"

Lu Zhili finally explained the meaning clearly.

"Rare? Rather these beasts?" Ding Yi finally understood, as if he was under the greatest insult, and immediately became furious: "Are you not stupid? Lu Zhili, what nonsense are you talking about? I'll let you come and say these things. Do you believe it if I stab him to death with a fork?"

Lu Jian was calmer and hurried over to ask the reason: "Did the Fourth Uncle tell you something? Is the Grand Marshal having other arrangements? If you give everyone a reason, the brothers will understand..."

Lu Zhili was the first to receive the military order to attack Guide. It is not certain that there is any arrangement from Li Si. If this is the case, if Li Si really has any arrangement, it would be difficult to kill them all.

"If you don't do anything about the commander, these people are so pitiful. We are all soldiers, how can we attack these people..."

"My God, your ancestor..." Ding Yi suddenly activated like a mad bear, kicked Lu Zhili into the mud and water with one kick, and kept cursing: "You think the Tartars are pitiful? Have they ever pity our compatriots and sisters? Ask the people around him, the sins of these people are not enough to die ten times..."

"They are not pitiful. Which of them has not harmed us? Is there any harm? Which family has no hatred? Do you feel pity for them?" Lu Jian was also furious and grabbed Lu Zhili with one hand and pointed to the hundreds of Tartars in front of him: "Is they who do you feel pity for?"

The poor Tartars are completely absurd things that are so absurd that they can no longer be ridiculous. They are no longer as simple as absurd. They are completely forgetting their roots and forgetting the responsibility of the dead army.

"Children? Are our children still fewer? Think about the children in the south of Sizhou that are not as tall as wheels, think about the villages and towns full of corpses, and think about it clearly and come to see me again!"

Lu Jian threw Lu Shi Li out in one go, and shouted angrily: "Uncle Wu Shi valued you so much, are you still going to the death army?"

"I am the army to die. Lu Zhili, the official of the Qisha Camp, stood up in the mud, straight like a knife and axe chopping. Lu Zhili's face didn't even wipe the mud and water, and shouted loudly: "But we are all humans, not beasts like Tartars. If we kill these people, what is the difference between us and beasts? What is the difference between us and Tartars..."

"We are different from the Tartars. Today I will teach you well on behalf of the Fourth Uncle," Lu Jian and Lu Zhili shouted to the nose and face with their nose and face: "The army to die is to be more beastly than the Tartars and crazier than them. This is what the Fourth Uncle said in person. Have you even forgotten the Fourth Uncle's teaching?"

When it comes to Li Si, even though Lu Zhizhi is the most elite among the Seven Kill Death Death Soldiers, he still has three points shorter and his tone is not as tough as before: "The General's words are not wrong, but that is on the battlefield, when facing the Braided Soldiers. The General either asks us to massacre these ordinary people, or wants to kill, and has to wait for the General's orders..."

"Fuck, are these people ordinary people? They are Tartars. Whether they are war soldiers, they are Tartars." Lu Jianbilu's literate tone was higher, and the blue veins in his neck burst out: "The Fourth Uncle personally said that 30,000 miles of rivers and mountains are everywhere, and slaughterhouses are everywhere. People regardless of gender, land or things, must fight! This is the order of the Fourth Uncle, dare you not follow the military order?"

"Lu Camp Official, Lu Camp Official, our camp official was shocked by the fire and thunder cart. He was not awake for a while. I took him to see the doctor..." There was already a stir here, and the soldiers from the Qi Killing Camp had already come.

Killing Tartars is killing Tartars. The most irrefutable thing is natural. Why can Lu Zhi sing such a song? Everyone is afraid that there will be less morale. He actually said this, which really makes the things in the Qisha Camp feel ashamed.

But Lu Zhili is also the leader of the Qisha Camp, and no matter what, everyone wants to help him make up the situation...

"No, I'm very sober, I've never been as clear as I am now. Unless the commander said the slaughter in person, no one of you can do it!" Lu Shili shouted loudly.

"Lu Jian, don't worry about this bastard. Let's do our own thing. When the general comes, he will have his bitter fruits..." Ding Yi shouted to the common people: "I don't believe it anymore. Is there any mistake in killing the Tartars? Villagers, do you think the Tartars should be killed?"

"Kill, kill them all!"

"Split the corpses and light the sky lantern!"

Just as Lu Zhili was quarreling with everyone, a teenage Manchu child suddenly ran wildly, and crawled through the armpits of two soldiers who went to the death, shouting wildly: "I don't want to die, I don't want to die, you guys spare me..."

Lu Jian just looked at it, and there was no intention of blocking it.

The furious crowd immediately became turbulent, and the Tartar child who had escaped from the siege of the dead was surrounded by the dead. Countless pairs of big hands were used together, countless kicked with their big feet, and only a faint sound of the Tartar child screaming...

After a long time, the crowd with the blood on his body dispersed and shouted at the Death Army: "Brothers from Death Army, let one more be released and a few more..."

Ding Yi looked at Lu Shili with a little anger: "Did you see it? That's what our compatriots think."

"What else can I see? If you want to offer sacrifices, hurry up!"
To be continued...