It's all abstract destiny, you're one emperor through the ages

Chapter 57

"how many people?"

"Not sure, about thirteen people."

Not long after leaving Beipu County, Liu Ke met Hu Shizu, a minority shareholder, and Liu Ke felt a little bad.

"Explore again and find out what they are going to do."

After a while, Tan Ma came back again:
"The Donghu people collect food in the village."

Liu Ke stroked his short beard under his jaw and stared ahead.

It should be a soldier of the Eastern Hunan Army.

There was not much food and grass left for the Southern Army. Even if they wanted to go back to the city to rest and mobilize large-scale troops, they would still have to be on the road for a long time.

During this period of time, it is necessary to continuously raise food and grass from the neighboring counties to ensure the supply.

"Fifty people followed me into the village, caught those who were alive, and let the Donghu people watch us eat."

Liu Ke gathered his hands and sneaked into the village together.

There are Hu people, a small shareholder, who happened to explore the movements of the Eastern Hu Nanjun.

If you want to take the county, you have to guarantee your own safety.

The village has a nice view, the houses are well arranged, surrounded by green fields and a crystal clear river.

But there was a faint smell of blood in the air, and wailing could be heard vaguely.

An Eastern Hu soldier rushed directly into the room, and within a short while there was a whimpering sound from the room.

Another Donghu soldier walked into the opposite room, and the village woman in the room picked up a handful of rice in a pair of pockets, knelt and kowtowed:
"My lord, this is all the food in the house!"

"Who is this enough to eat?"

The Eastern Hu soldier walked to the stove, lifted the pot, and grabbed a handful with a happy face.

His hand was full of corn, and many grains of rice fell from between his fingers.

The village woman crawled to the feet of the Donghu people, trying to pick up the fallen corn one by one.

"Go away! You are not allowed to eat what I don't eat!"

The Eastern Hu soldiers kicked the village woman on the back as if it was an act of justice.

The Southern Army was defeated.

After a big defeat, morale was low, and he didn't dare to trouble the Han army, but that didn't mean he didn't dare to trouble the common people.

Anyway, they all have the same face, and it's reasonable to exhale fiercely, right? !

This is the nature of Donghu people. They won great victories in the past, and the supply of food and fodder was sufficient, and the military order was strict, so there was no chance.

It's different now, after a big defeat, his eyes were red with anxiety, and his nature was exposed.

The villagers knelt on the ground and begged for mercy from the Donghu people, hoping that something would be left so that they could continue their lives.

The Donghu people laughed at the villagers, treating them as the objects of the game, waving their swords at them contemptuously, and feeling happy in fear and threat.

The cries of the villagers echoed in my ears over and over again.

All the soldiers of the Han army squatting in the grass had a burst of anger rushing into their hearts. They all frowned, their faces were flushed, their fists were clenched, and their nails were deeply cut into their palms without realizing it.

"You guys go to the head of the village to block, and you guys go to the end of the village."

After thoroughly finding out the number of Donghu people in the village, Liu Ke began to issue orders.

Compared with ordinary soldiers, he was calmer, but his chest heaved violently, his eyes were fierce, and he didn't make any unnecessary movements.

In ten years' time, Liu Ke may have left one or two more people alive in order to obtain useful information.

But now he has only one order:
"Don't live, don't keep one."

The village was in chaos. The houses were scattered with broken furniture, overturned pottery and food residues, and there were many knife marks on the walls.

The Eastern Hu soldiers were whispering to each other, and the village had almost been searched by them.

"The next village is on the Hexi side, right?"

"I know that the village over there is richer than here."

"Women are also much more moist!"

As he said that, he was about to push the carriage full of grain and leave.

Their packaging skills were not good, and the grain, which was regarded as a treasure by the villagers, was scattered along the way.

It's just that no one cared, and was crushed into a juicy sludge by the horses, people, and wheels behind.

A child crept forward and rummaged in the mud, trying to dig out the dozens of grains of rice.

But he was whipped unexpectedly.

"Go away!"

The soldiers of the Eastern Hu still had some control, they just bullied and didn't kill anyone, but if someone got in the way, he didn't mind cutting the blade.

Just as another whip was struck, a man with the appearance of a homeless man rushed out.

The man's hair was messy, mixed with a few strands of gray hair, his skin was dark, his fingernails were loose, and he was in a mess.

The unrecognizable cloth was covered with mud and unsightly feces, and his whole person had an air of inaccessibility.

Holding an extremely smooth bamboo in his hand, the man shouted in a serious manner:
"The Han army is coming, why don't you run away!"

The Donghu people didn't know whether they were smoked or frightened by the so-called Han army.

For a while, the whip couldn't be thrown out, and he almost whipped himself.

"Sharpy."

The Donghu man grinned, pulled out his knife and chopped off the bamboo.

But the man was not afraid at all, and took the broken bamboo like a spear, and picked it up at the Donghu people, still shouting in his mouth:

"General Han is here, Hugh is crazy!"

No one helped him, most of the villagers were afraid of the Donghu people, they just stared at them, cowardly and dare not speak.

At this time, an old man with the appearance of a village head, leaning on a walking stick, came tremblingly with a bag of rice:

"My lord, please spare him, he is a lunatic!"

"This lunatic eats manure, sleeps with his arms around a mule, wraps himself in a cloth bag, and says he feels at home."

"Hold bamboo and call it a weapon, and howl that someone is chasing you every night when the moon is full!"

"Couldn't this be a lunatic!"

"My lord, don't be as knowledgeable as a lunatic!"

The Eastern Hu soldier only took two steps, approached the old man, and grabbed the rice bag:
"Bring it to you!"

Afterwards, he didn't use it either, and directly opened the rice bag, and poured all the corn on the old man's head.

Seeing this, the lunatic rushed towards the Eastern Hu soldiers with the broken bamboo in his hand.

"Hahaha!"

The East Hu soldier smiled and raised his knife directly.

Seeing that madman was about to hit the knife.

"Madman is fun too!"

If Zhang Huaiyang finds out if he kills a villager, he might be subject to a military battle, but if he kills a lunatic, nothing will happen!

"Fun Nima!"

As soon as the Donghu soldiers sighed, they were knocked eight feet away by a donkey cart speeding at an incredible speed.

Liu Ke felt that he had developed a new usage of [Gaoliang River Chariot God].

After the steel is made, it will be replaced with rubber wheels, driven by six donkeys, and it will be the God of War on the dump truck.

"Not a single one!"

Pa, a chessboard smashed down to make up the knife.

"Kill clean!"

The soldiers of the Han army followed Liu Ke closely. Of the thirteen Donghu soldiers, eight fell down on the spot, and those who wanted to run were blocked by the Han troops staying at the two ends of the village.

Calling every day should not be answered, and the earth and the earth are not working, so I had to lose my head and go to rebirth.

Liu Ke paid more attention. Although the lunatic was crazy, the posture of holding the bamboo seemed to have been practiced.

【Name: Han Qi (Crazy)】

【Age: 34】

【统率：0（108）武力：63（81）智略：0（82）理政：0（36）】

【characteristic:? ? ?Crazy? ? ? 】

"What is this crazy criticism of God of War??"

Looking at the three items of leadership, intelligence, and governance to zero, it must be crazy.

The command rate was as high as 108, which was comparable to the little Jiang Quhan I had seen before, and even Jiang Quhan was still 1 point lower than Han Qi.

Of course, the brackets are generally the theoretical maximum, which is difficult to achieve.

Even if this Han Qi is not crazy, the real value displayed may not necessarily be 108.

Just like Yue Shaoqian, although the current Yue Shaoqian's command rate is only 96, but if he leads more troops to practice and level up, he will have a chance to break through [-] in the future.

The only thing that makes Liu Ke a little upset is that the lunatic's force is a little stronger than his own, which is obviously unreasonable.

Is his donkey-head cart not fast enough or the chessboard not hard enough?
That is to say, there are fewer brothers, otherwise no one can fight.

The villagers wanted to get their food back, but they stopped when they saw the murderous Han army and corpses all over the place, so they had to hesitate in place.

In the end, it was the old man who looked like the village head, looking at the grain truck, swallowing his saliva, and said tentatively:
"Thank you. You, adults of the Han army."

A courageous village woman took out a peach from the lining of her clothes and handed it out.

The Han army, who has been defeated in a row, has never experienced this feeling, and subconsciously wants to pick it up:
"you are welcome."

Liu Ke just waved his hands and greeted the soldiers:

"They pay taxes, they are my people, and you pay taxes, you are my soldiers."

"My soldiers protect my people, it's only right and proper."

He didn't perform a military-civilian fish-and-water relationship with the villagers, but just speeded up to rendezvous with the large army.

The slapped pawn asked:
"Your Majesty, the Donghu people said they still want to go to the village on the west side of the river, shall we go there?"

Liu Ke's hands were itchy, and he slapped him across the face:

"How many villages are there in Qiongzhou, and how many Qiongzhous are there in the whole world?"

"How long will it take to rescue a village by village?"

"Within one day, recover Zhenpu County and completely drive the Donghu people out of Qiongzhou!"

You can ask the soldiers about their health, but you must be down-to-earth with the common people.

A hundred words of comfort are not as good as telling them that Qiongzhou has been settled.

The slapped pawn covered his face, neither hurt nor itchy, but fighting spirit was raging.

1000 people marched again in a hurry and went straight to Zhenpu County.

People in the village rushed to get back their own food.

Only the lunatic was still dancing excitedly, shouting incoherently:

"The Han army is back!"

"The military man is back and forth!"

(End of this chapter)