It rained heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road were heartbroken.
White butterflies fly from the underworld money, and human voices cry like birds.
There were still a few days before Qingming Festival, but the Cold Food Festival was approaching. The Cold Food Festival was the first major sacrifice of the Han people. During the festival, there was no smoking and only cold food was eaten. There was also the custom of worshipping the deceased ancestors. Therefore, every time the Cold Food Festival, countless people would gather in the graves in the countryside to burn paper money to express their thoughts for their ancestors and deceased relatives.
Yesterday, the government of Xinhui County, Guangdong Province, issued a notice asking the people to go out of the city to pay homage today. After today, the city gate would not be opened to prevent the old thieves from retreating and returning.
In order to avoid any accidents, the county magistrate of Xinhui County sent out a large number of small teams to search the surrounding terrain before the people left the city to pay their respects. If Li Dingguo's army returned, they would receive the signal to retreat into the city at the first moment.
On the city gate tower of Xinhui County, a man in his forties with a big belly was stroking his beard as he looked outside the city, as if he was waiting for something.
After an unknown period of time, groups of Qing soldiers dressed in green uniforms slowly appeared in his field of vision. When he saw these Qing soldiers, he immediately ordered the soldiers guarding the city to open the gate.
After the city gate opened, the Qing army filed in. Then, a soldier came to the city tower and knelt on one knee."Reporting to the county magistrate, we have already searched the surroundings outside the city, but there are no traces of the old thief.”
"Is everyone back?" the county magistrate asked.”
"No, there are still a few teams of brothers who have gone further, and they are all in the forest. They might come back a little late.”
The county magistrate asked carefully,""Sir, should we wait for those teams to return?”
The county magistrate stroked his beard and said after a moment of silence,""No need, it's already a fact that the old thieves have retreated. Those in the forest are at most some scattered soldiers, they won't be able to do much. Moreover, we have so many people. Why would we be afraid of those scattered soldiers?”
The county town thought about it and agreed." Then let's open the city and let the people go out to worship?"”
The county magistrate nodded, and the county magistrate gave the order to open the city gate.
Hence, the city gate, which had been closed since Li Dingguo's army attacked the city, was finally opened to the people in the city. The people of Xinhui County who had already prepared their offerings walked out with heavy hearts after the city gate was opened.
All of them were dressed in plain clothes, and their faces were filled with sorrow. They looked at the Qing army guarding the city with hatred, but they did not dare to speak out. They only hurriedly passed through the city gate.
Looking at the Qing army guarding the city, they were all silent. They seemed to ignore the hatred in the eyes of the people. It was rare that they did not speak ill of the people, nor did they wantonly whip them. They did not even dare to speak louder. It was really strange. Why did the butchers who usually slaughtered the people become kind-hearted Bodhisattvas?
After the commoners left the city, some people began to scatter paper money along the way. The paper money that fell with the wind accompanied the whispers of the crowd, making the scene of worshipping outside the city even more solemn and desolate.
Most of the people in the crowd were men, and there were very few women. There were a few who were either old women or young girls who had yet to reach adulthood.
There were people from the county government maintaining the procession. From time to time, Qing soldiers with swords and guns could be seen on both sides of the road. Like the Qing soldiers at the city gate, most of these Qing soldiers were unwilling to look at these people directly. Some even turned their faces away and pretended to look in other directions. Only when the paper money drifted in the wind and fell on their bodies or feet would these Qing soldiers twitch their cheeks and be slightly moved.
The dead residents of Xinhui City were all buried together. Although they were buried, they were just randomly dug pits. Most of the corpses were incomplete. Some of them did not even have corpses. They only buried some clothes of the dead. Many of the tall graves were obviously buried with more than one person. It was unknown how many people were buried below. Compared to the graves that his relatives knew about, there were more ownerless graves, almost taking up more than half of the mass grave.
The feeling of being close to home is timid, and the feeling of being close to the grave is anxious.
When the group of worshippers finally arrived at the mass grave, the crowd could no longer hold back their grief. It was unknown who started crying first, but a moment later, the mass grave was filled with tears. Her cries were heart-wrenching and felt like they were being cut by a knife.
As the saying goes, a man does not cry easily. However, seeing thousands of men crying in front of him, it really made one's heart feel stifled.
The Qing soldiers who heard the cries in the distance did not dare to come over to take a look. Many of the officers who maintained order had lost their relatives. At this moment, they were also sad. They either stood there silently in grief or knelt on the ground and cried. Only a few officers brought by the county magistrate Huang Zhizheng from his hometown did not have the grief of losing their relatives. They stood to the side and whispered something.
In the forest not far away from the people who were paying their respects to the dead, there was an elite army hiding with a murderous aura. Their eyes were cold, and they did not show any pity when they looked at the people who had lost their loved ones. They only showed disdain and gloating.
In the middle of them was Xiao Ting, who was still dressed in modern clothes. He looked at the people who were paying their respects to their loved ones. Like the soldiers of the past dynasties, he did not have the slightest pity. There was only disdain and disdain, and there was also schadenfreude.
"A bunch of dogs of the foreign races. They would rather give their loved ones to the Qing army than to welcome Li Dingguo's army into the city.”
"Pah."
Xiao Ting no longer treated these people as Chinese because they had betrayed the Chinese race and became the lackeys of the Outsiders.
Not only them, but even those who were eaten by the Qing soldiers of Xinhui, Xiao Ting didn't have a trace of pity.
All the emperors in the group chat heard Xiao Ting's words clearly, so Liu Bang took the lead and posted,""Group leader, since you hate these bastards so much, why don't you just kill them?”
Ying Zheng said," I also think that these traitors should be killed. Those who helped the foreign tribes to fight against their own kind should not have stayed in this world at all.”
Zhu Yuanzhang: " Group Leader, although you only have 500 people, they are all elites from the past dynasties. Don't look at the 800 people behind those bastards. They can still defend the city and can't withstand a single charge from our elite army in the wild.”
"As long as I let my Xiao Guo Iron Cavalry and Liu Bang's Great Han cavalry lead the charge, I guarantee that they won't even need the time for an incense stick to burn to crush the 800 Qing soldiers into meat paste."”
Liu Bang: " Yang Guang is right. Dealing with these 800 infantrymen is also a surprise situation. 200 elite cavalrymen are enough to complete the task.”
"If the cavalry successfully breaks through the Qing army, then the only thing left is to clean up the battlefield. The infantrymen we gave you are best at this."”
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