Qin Lang was not used to water warfare and had never been to the southern battlefield. Whether it was Hu cavalry or Shu captives in the north, he had personally fought against them.

In Qin Lang's view, although the Hu people on the grassland seemed to be powerful and often looted the border fortresses, they were just taking advantage of the manpower that the Wei Dynasty could not spare.

Otherwise, why was Ke Bineng, the hero of the grassland who claimed to be the successor to Tan Shihuai, still defeated by him after uniting with Bu Dugen and others?

What do barbarians mean?

The Shu captives were the real thorn in the side of the Wei Dynasty, and they were beyond comparison with those miscellaneous bastards.

If we say that Feng Thief is cunning and changeable when leading his troops, he likes to hide the wind and thunder at the smallest details, just like a poisonous snake that suddenly strikes a fatal blow after finding a flaw.

Then the Ge thief in front of him likes to use his power to suppress others. He looks upright, but in fact he is like a dense spider web.

You watched him press forward step by step, but you couldn't avoid it.

Qin Lang organized his elite troops into ten teams, with more than 2,000 men in each team, taking turns to go into battle. At the same time, he could mobilize troops at any time to make up for the gap.

His plan was to rely on the camp and various fences within the camp to gradually resist.

Since you can't escape, then you should find a way to inflict maximum damage on the Shu captives so that they will not have an easy time.

Unexpectedly, it seems that at the moment, it has not achieved its goal at all.

In other words, the Shu captives didn't care at all about what they were going to do, and just pushed towards the camp step by step.

It felt like an opponent tightening the rope around his neck little by little, letting himself slowly die.

Several times, Qin Lang wanted to send out his elite cavalry.

But the other party seems to be able to see through his own thoughts, and often sends out armored cavalry early in the morning to wait.

Qin Lang felt that he was like an insect caught in a spider's web, unable to do anything except struggling in vain.

The bad news doesn't stop there.

"General, what's wrong, the rear army has come to report that there are elite soldiers of the Shu captives appearing in our rear!"

The messenger sent from the rear reported calmly.

Although he had long expected that the Shu captives would take such a step, Qin Lang still smiled miserably when he heard the news:

"Sima Yi, you colluded with the Shu captives and trapped tens of thousands of forbidden troops to death. Skinning them alive will not atone for your sins!"

…

boom!

The stronghold gate fell down, sending up a burst of smoke and dust, and almost all the young men standing on the stronghold died in the battle.

The bright red liquid slowly flowed down the wall and seeped into the gaps in the wood...

"We are willing to surrender, we are willing to surrender, general, we are surrendering..."

An old man came out of the inner gate of Wuzhaili, holding a white flag, tremblingly, and shouted loudly.

The general who stepped into the gate of the village, let's call him general for now. Although he was wearing a tattered leather armor picked up from somewhere and carrying a fairly sharp knife, it might be more appropriate to call him a robber.

But compared to the farmers behind him who didn't even have leather armor, he was really a general.

A group of bloodthirsty farmers, who had killed countless people, were about to rush into the stronghold. The general raised his sword, causing them to stop subconsciously.

The chaos in Hedong has reached the level it is today. Many of the rebels who took advantage of the chaos were either annexed or defeated by the counterattacks of the local wealthy families in Hedong.

The rebels who have been able to move up to this point, and are even able to break into Wuzhai, must have a certain degree of organization, and at least have a leader with organizational capabilities.

They can even be called rebels.

Obviously, the leader of this rebellious army is this somewhat nondescript general.

The general stood at the gate of the village, looking past the old man who was shouting "surrender" to the inner village.

There seemed to be figures of people inside, probably the women, old and young in the village.

"General, general, the crime is not as great as that of the family. I am willing to give up all the food in the village to atone for my sin! I only hope that the general will let the old and young in the village go..."

The white-haired old man knelt on the ground and begged sadly.

His voice is also sad, and his feelings are compassionate.

If it were the past, others would probably feel pity in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, there are some people among the farmers who don't agree with him.

It was a good thing that the old man didn't show up. As soon as he appeared, some of the soldiers behind him got red-eyed, rushed out and kicked the old man over:

"Old thief Pei, you still have the nerve to beg for mercy!"

He punched, kicked and screamed:

"What is my daughter's crime? She was only eleven years old and she was forcibly taken away by you. She disappeared without a trace and her body was not found!"

"Why did my parents deserve it? After a year of hard work, most of the food collected was collected in the village. In the year of famine, they were starved to death!"

It was obvious that he was the one who hit the person, but the seven-foot-tall man actually shed tears.

"Spare your life! Hero, spare your life!"

"I want to kill your whole family day and night! God has eyes, and finally let me wait until today, and still want me to spare my life? Hahaha..."

Seeing that the old man was beaten to death and almost died, the general said indifferently:

"That's enough. If we continue to beat him, he will die. If this person is a commoner and bullies the village, everyone will convict him and then execute him. Please stop first."

The old man who was curled up on the ground suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the nondescript general in disbelief.

The proletariat during the Three Kingdoms period did not understand the brutality of class struggle.

Even if it is said in the history books that "masters give birth to famous people", this is still a game played by nobles, powerful people, aristocratic families and other high-ranking people.

What does it have to do with Cangtou Qianshou?

This practice of public conviction and then execution is a faint sign of "having a good reputation".

These mud-legged people, in the eyes of old man Pei, were just two-legged animals before, but now they have learned to play this trick. How can this not frighten him?

"General, this general..."

At this moment, the old man was really panicked.

"you shut up!"

The general had no intention of letting him speak.

Listing the charges, publicly pronouncing the verdict, and publicly executing the person sounds very high-level and complicated.

But in fact it is very simple, that is, let the farmers who have suffered a lot and have deep hatred to stand up, pick out the notorious people in the village, list their past crimes, and finally execute them in public.

There is only one punishment, and that is death.

Whether beaten to death, stoned to death, or hanged, it is still the word death.

As for the remaining people in the village, they will be driven to the county seat.

They seem to be innocent, but they are born in a wealthy family. They do not work in daily life, but they can eat, drink and enjoy themselves. They spend all their daily necessities extravagantly on the common people. Could it be that those things grew out of nothing?

After enjoying what you should enjoy, you have to endure what you should bear.

As the saying goes, class struggle is not a dinner party, it is a violent activity in itself.

In a life-and-death struggle, there is no mercy.

No one is right or wrong, there are only different positions and different interests.

"Don't touch my mother!"

When cleaning up the village and gathering the crowd in the village, there will naturally be some bumps and bruises.

It makes one's heart itch to see women who used to be unattainable and look like fairies now crying in front of him with pear blossoms in the rain.

Therefore, the hands and feet will naturally not be so clean.

With so many people and many hands, this kind of thing is impossible to avoid. The general can barely suppress them and prevent them from showing their bestiality. This is already considered a high prestige.

As long as there was no incident of humiliating a woman in broad daylight, he could only turn a blind eye.

In troubled times, life is as cheap as grass, and there are many women who are forced to surrender to thieves.

This little thing is nothing at all.

But this little thing, in the eyes of the person involved, is a big deal.

But among the people who were being driven out of the village, a young man stepped forward and opened his arms to protect a woman, preventing the insurgents from touching her body.

"Oh, there is actually someone who is not afraid of death!"

"My own mother was humiliated before my eyes, and my son didn't dare to step forward. How can I have the dignity to live in this world?"

The young man looked at the bloody knife placed on his neck, and his nose could already smell the disgusting smell of blood.

Thinking of the uncle and uncle whose head was beheaded yesterday, his face turned pale and his legs trembled, but he still did not retreat even half a step and kept his mother behind him.

Seeing that the young man could not be frightened, the rebel soldier suddenly became angry and wanted to hit him with the hilt of his sword.

"stop!"

The general who noticed the movement here spoke up in time, walked over and glanced at the young man:

"May I have your name?"

"General, my name is Pei Xiu."

The general didn't react at all, but the old man from Tuntian who was following the general said softly "Hey".

"you know?"

The general turned around and asked.

"Returning to the general, this Pei Langjun is a famous child prodigy in Hedong. I heard that he can write articles at the age of eight. After guests come to Pei's house, they often visit Xiu again. People at the time said: Pei Xiu is a late leader.

"

"oh?"
To be continued...