Chapter 262 The murderous intention on the snowy night
"I know that everyone is very confused about this trip. You have suffered heavy losses before you met the enemy. I, Ji Song, cannot ask you to die. This is not in line with my original intention."
Ji Song looked at the south with some fascination and said, "You may not know that I, Ji Song, didn't have to come to this battle."
"I am a Marquis of the Tang Dynasty, a young minister of Sinong Temple, and my family has a lot of wealth. Even if it takes ten lifetimes, I will not be able to spend it all."
"Then do you know why I am here?"
A man who looked to be in his thirties looked at Ji Song with complicated eyes. He hesitated to speak every time, but soon lowered his head.
"Why? If I had so much money, why would I come to fight? Why not live a good life at home?"
said a soldier.
"That's right! Who wants to put their head on the waistband and live a precarious life every day." Ji Song sighed.
Then he looked a little excited and said: "But no, the Turkic wolf cub won't let me!"
"Every time we in the Central Plains are weak, they raise troops and go south. How long has it been since Wu Huan invaded China? Have you all forgotten it?"
"Do you know what they call us?"
Ji Song looked around at everyone, his face was full of sadness, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.
Ji Song shouted loudly: "Two-legged sheep, they call us two-legged sheep."
"What does this mean? They treat us like sheep walking on two feet, beasts that can be slaughtered at any time! Beasts!"
Ji Song couldn't help but shed tears. It was the darkest period of the Chinese nation, and there were only ten people in the Central Plains.
There are only less than ten million Han people left, and they are almost extinct! If it hadn't been for Ran Min, the King of Wu Dao, there might not even have been any Han people in the Central Plains.
"It was a period when the heavens were not responding and the earth was not working. We couldn't farm the land with peace of mind and could only become the most despicable slaves."
"When they are hungry, they treat us as food, and women are their objects of fun. Do you want to live like that again?"
Ji Song yelled out the last sentence with almost all his strength. Su Lie, Zhao Dang and others behind him had already turned red and gritted their teeth.
"How is this possible?" someone trembled.
They really can't imagine what kind of period it was like, when I, a Han Chinese, became someone else's food?This was hard for them to accept for a while.
"What he said was true."
Just when everyone couldn't believe it, a man in his thirties suddenly spoke up.
"Guo Kang, you."
Everyone was a little surprised when they recognized who he was. Guo Kang, who rarely spoke on weekdays, what happened today? "Everyone knows my origin. My whole family was wiped out by Yang Guang, and I was the only one left. But I know some things. The manager didn't lie to you. These things were recorded in detail in the family."
He paused and continued: "It's even worse than what the manager said!"
Everyone felt that there was a rising feeling in their chests, and they had no doubts about Guo Kang's words.
He is a veteran in the army, and basically everyone knows him, and his deeds have been spread among the army for a long knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't lie about it.
After all, there was no way to lie about this matter, and there was no need to lie to them.
Ji Song looked deeply at Guo Kang and continued: "Now after our attack, the powerful Turks have become weak."
"But this is not enough. As long as he waits for a few years, he will become that powerful grassland overlord again."
"So, we have to give him the most fatal blow when he is at his weakest in order to completely defeat this opponent."
Ji Song didn't say anything more, but turned and left.
It will be dawn soon, and it is no longer safe here, so everyone should set off quickly.
When they arrived, the wounded had been placed in the valley. They traveled lightly and quickly arrived at the soldiers were silent along the way. They thought about Ji Song's words, and the people who cried under the foreign iron cavalry came to their minds.
They dare not imagine what it would be like if such a disaster befell them.
They shuddered and didn't dare to think about it. Such a scene would definitely be worse than death.
"kill!"
Just when Ji Song had placed the wounded and was about to go out for inspection, a low roar suddenly made him stop.
"Yes, kill them." Another roar sounded.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The shouts of killing one after another made the cave tremble.
"Manager, the Turkic wolf cub must die. I want to avenge my sister. She was killed by those beasts back then."
A soldier suddenly stood up and cried.
"I'm not a human being, I'm an animal. I shouldn't be cowardly. I want revenge." He shouted hysterically.
"Yes, revenge. They killed me, Aye." Another soldier stood up.
Then one by one stood up "revenge."
"revenge."
"revenge."
An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Ji Song's lips, but it passed away in a flash, and he said loudly: "If you want to take revenge, just take a good rest. We still have three days to prepare."
"Please keep your spirits up, this time. This time, we must show those wolf cubs a good look at what it means to be able to stand up to one man against five or ten men."
"I forgot to tell you that they also tortured and killed my Aye. Therefore, I will take you to take revenge in three days!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Master Marquis, is what you just said true?" Liu Laoer was still in a deep sleep from the shock just now. He didn't expect that his Marquis would revive the morale of a group of people who had lost their fighting spirit in the blink of an eye.
Ji Song glanced at him and said leisurely: "Do you really think that there are no roosters crowing for a thousand miles and the bones are exposed in the wild?"
"The former Sui Dynasty was overthrown, heroes from all walks of life competed in the Central Plains, the people were in danger, and the population was reduced by half. Such troubled times are miserable, right?"
"Tragic!" Liu Laoer shuddered as the scene at that time appeared before his eyes.
"But what I want to tell you is that the people back then were a hundred times, a thousand times more miserable than this." Ji Song stared at Liu Laoer and said sinisterly.
"Then why haven't we heard of it?"
He originally wanted to ask why there weren't many records about this incident, but then he thought of something and immediately shut up.
This cannot be said or asked.
He shuddered when he thought about the origins of the current royal family.
They were also one of the Wu Hus back then! Even the previous Sui Dynasty is inextricably linked to the Wuhu of that year. Now the high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the court He patted his cheek and forced himself not to think about it any more.
Ji Song looked leisurely at the gloomy sky, and the heavy snow soon turned his figure into a white one.
History is always so bullshit. Those who leave their names in history are not always good people, and those who remain infamy for thousands of years are not necessarily all bad guys.
It's like a girl who lets people dress her up and look like whatever they want her to be! What achievements did King Wu Dao have?But how many future generations know his deeds?Who would have known that if it hadn't been for his "Killing Hu Order", he would have killed the most ferocious Xie tribe and millions of foreigners.
What does history look like after that, and what will it look like next? I don’t dare to say anything anymore. If I continue to say it, I will be harmed. Qiao Mu is too difficult. . . .
(End of this chapter)