Chapter 41, The Destruction of Huining
Huining, the capital of the Jin Kingdom on the banks of the Hu River, ushered in its destruction without warning on the last day of the year.
Black smoke billowed, the sound of killing filled the sky, corpses lay everywhere, and blood flowed into rivers.
Stepping on the white snow and corpses everywhere, countless people speaking different languages and dressing up were fighting in Huining City risking their lives.
Swords, guns and the human body are intertwined, singing a cruel poem written in flesh and blood.
Deadly smoke and flames, mixed with various roars and screams, echoed over the streets.
——After just half a day of melee, the city was devastated. The palace inside and outside was stained by fireworks and blood, and the thick blood dyed the snow red. Tens of thousands of corpses, like haystacks piled haphazardly, were lined up in the narrow streets, intertwined and intertwined - some had gnashing teeth and ferocious faces, as if they had exhausted the last bit of strength in their lives. Some have strangely peaceful faces, as if they have died...
After disintegrating the last organized resistance of the Jurchen warriors in the city, the murderous rebel slaves continued to roam every street and alley in Huining City, launching the most brutal revenge on the Jurchens who oppressed them. In every intact house, old people and men were killed...but the Jurchens' fighting power had basically exhausted after repeated heavy losses.
——The number of Jurchens in this city was originally about the same as the number of slaves of various ethnic groups in the suburbs. Because the army was away at war all year round, there were not many men left behind. More than half of the people were knocked down by the anesthetic gas and have not yet been revived. The last small group of Jurchen warriors who still maintained their fighting power suffered heavy casualties in the previous battle against the palace... The remaining old, weak, women and children simply couldn't defeat these red-eyed slaves!
Even if they cannot be called an army at all, they can only be described as a group of unorganized and undisciplined thugs.
However, the prisoners of war from all ethnic groups who are filled with deep hatred will never be merciful because of this, and will only take the opportunity to intensify their revenge!
"...This house looks quite grand. I heard it is some kind of royal palace... Everyone, keep your eyes open! Don't fall into an ambush!"
Liu Sheng, the former commander of the Imperial Army of the Song Dynasty and now the leader of the rebel slaves, used an ax to split open a solid wooden door and reminded the followers behind him. Then he carefully raised the shield he had just snatched, deflected a sharp arrow flying towards him, and jumped in.
And a group of former imperial officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty who were used as slaves by the Jin Dynasty also carried various weapons they had just found, such as peeled-off horn bows, wooden bows, half-new horizontal knives, and Orion's iron forks. , farmer's grass rake, etc., followed Liu Sheng and swarmed in, ready to kill.
However, the resistance of the Jurchens was far weaker than expected. In the huge mansion, there was only a middle-aged man in a leather robe holding a spear and a hunting bow in the courtyard, fighting desperately against the hordes of people who broke into the home. The looters...
Due to the huge disparity in numbers between the two sides, after a moment of fighting, the owner of the mansion had his right hand holding the gun chopped off, and was hit in the abdomen with an axe, causing him to collapse with gut-wrenching wounds. The warm blood splashed on the white snow, and the bright red bloomed like a sad flower.
However, within a short while, he still couldn't die. He could only lie on the ground and watch helplessly as those despicable Song slaves robbed him of all the wealth he had accumulated over the years - even though these wealth originally came from the Song Dynasty. What he snatched... was so hoarse that he couldn't hear it. In the midst of extreme anger and hatred, he lost consciousness due to excessive bleeding...
The streets of Huining outside the walls of this mansion have fallen into a purgatory of blood, fire and violence. From time to time, disheveled women scream and run out of half-collapsed houses, and are then killed by another group of people. Men who were also disheveled roared or laughed and chased after them. They pushed them down against the wall and then dragged them back by their hair. Or they took off their clothes and took turns to fuck them regardless of the cold weather. There were also people howling crazily and loudly as they passed by on the streets, excitedly dancing strings of gold, silver, and gemstones on their gun heads, which glowed with shining colors under the sun and firelight... Several places near the outskirts of the city At the intersection, countless gold and silver vessels stained with blood, flesh and ashes had piled up into hills.
——The entire city has turned into a sea of fire and a pool of blood. There is smoke everywhere, corpses everywhere, fighting mobs everywhere, and wailing sounds everywhere... All the alien slaves are red. All of them, regardless of race or identity, joined the team of crazy atrocities. They only knew that they would try their best to kill any Jurchen who dared to resist, and then continue to loot and burn.
Endless chaos, death and destruction, and blazing fires have become the only theme of this new year.
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By the night of this day, Guo Jing, Yue Fei and Han Shizhong had already taken their small Song army troops and escorted the captured Jin emperor to the outskirts of Huining to camp and rest. But the rioting slaves, who had long since lost control, were still looting and burning in the city without restraint, using the most cruel and bloody methods to kill every Jurchen man they could find, and then hanging their horrific corpses on courtyard walls and tree branches. Go... By the end of the day, they had even dug up the tomb of Jin Taizu Wanyan Aguda, trampling the bones and burial objects into a mess.
For such a cruel and crazy atrocity, no one in the Northern Expedition of the Song Dynasty had any intention to stop it, and they had no reason to stop it.
——Not to mention the camps and positions of both sides, you must know that it was the Jurchens who were being massacred at the moment, who swept and burned the homes of these Khitan, Xi, Bohai and Song people, and killed their relatives and children. , escorted them all the way to Huining, and treated them as two-legged livestock, engaged in countless heavy labor, and some people were exhausted to death almost every day. Moreover, they suffered from hunger and cold every day and lived a life worse than that of cattle and horses. They even had to endure all kinds of abuse and even torture-according to the cries of some survivors, those brutal Jurchen supervisors did not talk about humanitarianism, and often hung disobedient or exhausted slaves on trees and whipped them. Beat them to death, or cut off their hands and feet and throw them into the wild to serve as live bait for hunting wild wolves. Occasionally, they would even use a knife to peel off their skin, use human skulls to make flower pots, and use the minced meat to feed the dogs... Driven by this indescribable blood feud, these slaves spent the first time after breaking free from the shackles and cages. The reaction would naturally be a hundredfold revenge.
Therefore, in the face of the chaos that was completely out of control, Guo Jing just ordered the direct troops who could still command to be pulled to the outskirts to watch. He also persuaded Doraemon, who could not stand it and wanted to take action, and told this innocent Doraemon, those seemingly ferocious and cruel rebel slaves, how tortured they were in this city... So Doraemon had no choice but to be silent. After a long time, he sighed faintly:
"...I have traveled to civilizations and countries of many eras and witnessed countless massacres and riots, wars and destruction, but I still feel very uncomfortable when I see such a cruel scene of destruction again... Of course, I am not unaware of the suffering of these prisoners of war and slaves, and it is not difficult to guess the slave owners. The evil... But between human beings, can't they sit down and talk, communicate with each other, understand each other, and avoid conflicts and misunderstandings? Instead, they must hold all kinds of hatred and confront each other with swords. Will the victory be determined by force? ”
——A very typical Japanese pacifist thinking, thinking that as long as there is good communication, there is no need to fight... The problem is that this is too naive!
"...There is no way, Mr. Doraemon. The so-called naive idea of mutual understanding and avoiding conflicts can only be talked about in peaceful times, and no one may believe it. Hatred has never been the real root cause of war, but only The choice between war and peace is not based on one's own excuse. It can only be decided by people's will, but only by the needs of the entire society. When society is generally war-weary, it is naturally unjust to blindly provoke war. But when the entire social atmosphere is looking forward to war, it is pursued against public opinion. Peaceful practices will also be spurned
Even the savior must adapt to the laws of this era, and in this cruel era full of violence, the weak have no rights, not even the right to cry. The only rights and obligations of the weak are to be enslaved and dominated by the strong. Communication and exchange between the strong and the weak cannot solve the problem at all. How can the person who was robbed understand the helplessness of the thief, and how can the victim understand the hardships of the murderer? ”
Guo Jing shrugged his shoulders and replied, "...War may not be ugly, and peace may not be beautiful. In the history of our country, there are many peaces that can be called shame and despair. People with lofty ideals believe that it is better to maintain that kind of peace. The so-called peace is not as good as a hearty battle... Natural selection, weak Eating meat is an evolutionary law of nature, and it cannot be exempted from it when it comes to humans. A world of absolute pacifism will always be the dream of idealists. In this cruel world, the only thing we can do is work hard. Let yourself not become a weakling..."
At the same time, Wang Qiu frowned, watching the rows of colorful handwriting scrolling quickly on the "Book of Time Travel":
"...conquered and destroyed Huining, the capital of the Jin Kingdom, destroyed the birthplace of the Jurchens, and received 1,500 reward points;
Capture Jin Taizong Wanyan Wu's begging to buy and get 1000 reward points;
Kill Jin Xizong Wanyan Dan and get 500 reward points;
Manslaughter of senior prisoner of war Yelu Yanxi, Emperor Tianzuo of Liao Kingdom, and received 500 reward points;
Kill Hailing King Wan Yanliang and get 250 reward points;
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The Huining Raid War has officially ended. A total of 43,500 reward points have been obtained. The report is complete. ”
Looking at the statistics compiled in the last line of the "Book of Time Travel", Wang Qiu couldn't help but feel worried secretly.
——Compared with the Battle of Bianliang, which was a great way to earn points, the reward points gained from this raid on the Battle of Huining are much less.
What's even more terrible is that the Song-Jin War is basically over now. At present, even the capital of the Kingdom of Jin has been burnt to ashes by a black tiger's move, but he still hasn't received the 50,000 reward points that allowed Professor Guo to escape from this space... Where should he get the remaining 6,500 points?
Alas, people really don’t know what to do!
A gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew in his face, interrupting Wang Qiu's chaotic thoughts and causing him to sneeze uncontrollably.
But over the city not far away, the raging fire burned even more fiercely, dyeing the clouds in the night sky with a charming crimson color, as if the gorgeous sunset had once again reappeared in the world, and it was like the red lotus of the apocalypse that destroyed everything... What a bloody New Year that burns out all things!
After staring blankly at the cruel night scene for a while, Wang Qiu scratched his hair, walked to Guo Jing's side with a slight hesitation, coughed and opened his mouth.
"...Professor Guo, it's a pity that even if we successfully completed this operation, we still couldn't collect the 50,000 reward points you need." He said sincerely, "...but no matter what, I will still I want to say Happy New Year to you! May all your wishes come true in the new year! ”
"...Well." Regarding this bad news, Guo Jing couldn't help but be silent for a moment, as if he was organizing his thoughts and words, but he still couldn't think of how to express it anyway. In the end, he could only sigh softly and replied: "... Then, I also wish you a happy new year! ”
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PS: A little complaint about the Iraqi battlefield: "Terrorists are indeed raised by the United States"
In recent days, the Syrian rebel group ISIS, which was born out of Al Qaeda, has continued to capture cities in Iraq. The suburbs of Baghdad have turned into battlefields. However, while U.S. President Obama blocked Iran from sending troops to support Iraq's counter-insurgency, he denounced the Syrian government forces' air strikes and bombings against ISIS as "destroying regional peace." ", and finally provide US$500 million in military aid to the Syrian rebels, lest their military expenditure is not enough. Although according to Obama's rhetoric, the $500 million is for "moderates." However, the liberal forces that had been fighting the government forces along the western coast of Syria have long since declined. ISIS, which controls a quarter of eastern Syria, has become the absolute main force of the rebels. Who else can this huge sum of money be given to if not ISIS? ? Even if there are still a few small "moderate" forces left in any corner, everyone knows that the so-called "moderate armed forces" have always been the cash machines, reserves and logistics warehouses of extremist terrorists! Obama, do you dare to say that you really have no contact with ISIS?
Considering the U.S.'s recent efforts to push for the resignation of the Iraqi Prime Minister, I'm afraid that these terrorists really have something to do with U.S. imperialism.