The wind blows across the foothills.

After nightfall, the air in the mountains suddenly turned cold. This was a mountain road leading to Xinzhou. The more you walked, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians. Occasionally, you would see one or two stiff corpses in the grass. The blood had solidified and it seemed that they had died for a long time. At night, Feng Xingcao Yan, and hundreds of pairs of feet were walking through the rugged forests. Yang Zhi picked the ghost face, pushed the grass away and looked at the corpse, waved his hand behind him, and lowered his voice: "Distract, search around, see if there are any Jurchen scouts resting nearby. Be careful, they are all hunters in the ice and snow. Experienced Taoism, don't be killed."

Behind him, no one answered, and quiet steps spread out.

After breaking through Yanmen Pass, the Jin people rushed straight into the city. Two days ago, they swept the boundaries around Xinzhou. A large number of villages and towns were destroyed, and flames were rampant to devour everything. The dead were corpses and wilderness. Those who were lucky enough to survive fled into Xinzhou City, but they were probably unlucky at this moment.

Yang Zhi turned the grass back to his original position and covered the dead. All he could do was this. Then a few weapons collided in the dark night and disappeared. The Jinyiwei who scattered came back with a rough and bold head, "Report to the commander, there are indeed scouts nearby. This guy can dig holes by himself and did a lot of traps. When we passed, one person almost died."

Between the foothills, Yang Zhi was silent for a while, and suddenly grabbed the head and smashed it on the rock, his brain burst out. He gritted his teeth, put on the ghost face again, and his voice was low: "Let your brothers come back and continue on the road."

The people who died on the mountain should have deliberately left the large army and walked to the foothills, thinking that this would not have encountered the robbery or massacre of the Jurchens. However, no one expected that there would still be troops like scouts searching the mountains and checking them. If they occasionally met people like them, they would definitely chop them down with one knife.

Going further forward, after crossing a steep slope, there was a mountain village at the foot of the mountain. The smell of burnt smell came from the wind. Yang Zhiming understood that the village had escaped, and there were probably no living people.

As the path winds down the hillside, the burnt dead wood still has smoke. The fire should have been burned for six or seven hours. The Jurchens came here during the day. As they walked in, they entered the entrance of the village. A large number of corpses were on the ground, partly on the charred wood, and half of their bodies were burned.

During the search, someone found a living mouth in a haystack not far from a collapsed house. A naked woman was lying there, with her legs wide open and unable to close. There was a shocking knife on her neck, and her blood was solidified by the wound. She was miraculously not dead.

The woman half closed her eyes and moaned slightly in pain. When she saw Yang Zhi and others coming over, she was not afraid and looked at the small body of a child's body next to her with numbness.

Yang Zhi stood in front of her, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Don't be afraid of me, I am from the court."

The woman did not move, her pale lips trembled, "Kill me, kill me."

On the other side, the figure stood in the wind for a moment, pulled out the ancestral sword that drank the blood of the enemy, nodded, "Okay." A simple word was spit out from under the ghost face, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed it into the woman's chest. The Wu Chao woman who suffered from humiliation and torture finally swallowed her anger.

The knife was pulled out with bright blood. Yang Zhi stood there and looked at the corpse for a long time. Then he took a few steps back and put the knife in the sheath. The cloak floated in the wind, and his voice was hoarse: "I wasted a little time and see if there are not dead yet. The only thing we can save them is to give them a happy life."

No one spoke in the team that came this time. They were both imperial guards and then they entered the Jinyiwei and had seen all kinds of blood. But the current feeling was another kind of pain for them, a very vague but very sober feeling, which came from their own blood and the pain of the nation.

In such a scenario, there is not only one place in Xinzhou, but also many places.

After delaying for about an hour, they left the village and headed towards Xinzhou City. At midnight, Yang Zhi rushed in the darkness in the mountains and forests. A corpse fell down under the steel knife. He stepped on the body and squatted down to look at the city standing in the night.

Xinzhou is here.

Under the city wall, teams of soldiers drove over, entered and exited the city gate, or patrolled along the city wall, and the smell of huge corpses was blown by the wind from the other side of the city. Further inside, I could see the fire burning constantly, illuminating the above the city, reflecting everything red, and crying and screaming came out in the city.

"They have been massacring the city for two days." The Jinyiwei clenched his fists and held the hilt tightly.

At the gate of the city in sight, there were carriages dragging corpses coming in and out. Not far from the gate, huge pits were formed, and corpses were thrown in. Headless, naked, children, and all kinds of people were brutally slaughtered, thrown into the pit and poured them on the scattered tincture oil ignited.

A huge pillar of fire soared into the sky, and the burning oil under the skin crackled in the fire. Some people who were not dead were awakened by the fire, and they ran around in the fire with a scream to climb into the pit. The Jurchen soldier in charge of burying nearby pointed at the fire and used the Jurchen words to talk. Then a soldier set up a bow and arrow to shoot the man, which caused complaints and dissatisfaction from many people around him.

The figure in the woods was moving, and Yang Zhi left the Jurchen scout's body and took his subordinates to the city gate, closer and closer, and saw more clearly, "You must hold back and hold back, we must hold back, we can't save the people in the city." He did not dare to take down the ghost face, and did not want his subordinates to see his extremely angry expression at this moment.

The vision passed through the forest and spread out. The battlements on the city walls were hanging one by one, and the bushes stretched over. The bloody faces, their eyes widened, and they could not die with their eyes closed. Occasionally, there would be a few screams from women, and then a figure ran out of the shadows covered by the city tower. In the firelight, the white body was stained with blood and ran around the city wall. They were then laughed wildly by several Jurchen soldiers guarding the city and were dragged back.

The scream finally disappeared into the shadow.

"The Supervisor said that if we want to kill a group of people, we will pick this group." Yang Zhi hid in the darkness in the forest, recruited several leaders, and conveyed some plans.

"But some of us may die."

"Not afraid"

"Okay! Let's go!"

Late at night, among the faint stars, the Dongchang Jinyiwei stood in the forest holding a steel knife, yearning for a certain direction in the city gate.
Chapter completed!