The devil is coming

Chapter 90 Da Gan, here I come
The teachers and students of the academy began to run frantically towards the mountains for their lives. All respect for teachers and etiquette and morality were trampled under their feet.
The old teacher and scholar was trampled under the feet of his students. The friendship between classmates eventually became that if you dare to stand in front of me, you will be pushed away. The plaque written by the then Prime Minister also lost its protective effect. It was thrown to the ground and had been trampled to pieces.
For some words and slogans, just shout them yourself. Smart people know not to take them seriously;
But stupid people will brainwash themselves.
When the edge of the knife really cuts off,
The dream is broken,
After cutting through the hypocritical veil of beauty,
Only then did he see the ugly face hidden underneath that belonged to him.
From galloping forward,
When the sword is lifted from the hand,
Zheng Fan has always maintained a very calm posture.
However, when he saw this group of scholars from Dayan and the pride of writing style from Dayan, howling and running around like bereaved dogs, Zheng Shoubei's eyes showed a trace of sadness.
Life, if it is predictable, often means boring.
Zheng Fan actually wanted to see this group of Dayan Wenhua seeds willing to die in front of the butcher's knife and unite as one. This would also give people a brighter feeling and add a lot of meaning.
In the end, I still thought too much.
Ugh,
The knife edge dripping with the blood of Huang Zichong was slowly raised forward.
Zheng Fan opened his mouth and said:
"Take them all. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!"
Liang Cheng, who was behind Zheng Fan, repeated the order in Mandarin. In fact, Zheng Fan was also learning Mandarin these days. Mandarin was not difficult to learn, but at this moment, to be on the safe side, Zheng Fan still used Liang Cheng as his translator. .
He was afraid that if his orders were not clear, the barbarian soldiers under his command would misunderstand and slaughter the entire academy with knives. That would be fun.
All the barbarian soldiers dismounted, leaving more than twenty people to guard the horses. The rest all rushed into the archway with weapons in hand.
Zheng Fan also got off his horse and, accompanied by Liang Cheng, followed the barbarian soldiers and walked up the steps up the mountain.
In front of him, there lay an old man with torn clothes and blood-stained face. He should be a teacher or a great scholar in the academy. He had been knocked over and trampled by his students when they escaped.
At this moment, there is no life left.
Zheng Fan walked around the old man and said with emotion:
"Tell me, it's okay for young students to think that the world is beautiful and naive. This old guy is so old, he's really living like a dog."
"My lord, he was the last one shouting just now."
“But in the end they were the first to be trampled to death.”
"Too."
Zheng Fan continued walking up and stopped in front of the plaque.
The plaque has been stepped on and has many cracks, and it is seriously damaged.
Zheng Fan pointed at the plaque on the ground and asked Liang Cheng:
"It should be repairable, right?"
"If you just rub the font, it won't be a big problem."
"Well, at least it is the calligraphy of the prime minister of the current dynasty. Take it back and make a rubbing and hang it in our Cuiliu Castle. The knowledge is endless, and it is also a universal treasure. It can be hung anywhere."
"Okay, got it."
Zheng Fan suddenly turned his head, looked at Du Juan who was following him and Liang Cheng, and asked:
"Miss Du, you said that I destroyed the prime minister's alma mater today. Will he blame me?"
Du Juan first thought about the meaning of the word "alma mater", and then replied:
"The Prime Minister is known to be tolerant of others."
"Look, look, did you hear that? Miss Dujuan said that the Prime Minister will not retaliate against me openly, but will play dirty tricks behind my back."
"..." Dujuan.
Continuing to walk up, along the way, there are books, scarves, fans and other elegant things scattered everywhere.
"Hey, don't move."
Zheng Fan raised his hand and signaled Liang Cheng and Du Juan who were following him to stop.
Then, Zheng Fan bent down and picked up a jade pendant on the steps in front of him, guessing that it should have been dropped by one of the teachers and students who escaped in front.
"Whoosh..."
He put it in his hand and blew on the jade pendant.
Zheng Fan turned to Du Juan and asked:
"Miss Du, do you need to hand this in?"
"If Zheng Shoubei likes it, you can take it."
"Thank you."
Holding the jade pendant, Zheng Fan started to walk up.
Qingming Mountain is not high, and the three of them didn't walk long before they saw the school building and dormitories above.
This is the first time Zheng Fan has seen this kind of school building since he came to this world.
At least, he didn't see the school building in Hutou City.
One of the foundations of clan politics is that clan families have a monopoly on education. Their families have their own clan schools for their own clansmen to study. As for ordinary families, it is really difficult.
The monopoly of education has cut off the promotion paths of most Guizhou leaders. This has also led to the fact that even if this generation of Emperor Yan consciously promotes poor families, it is ultimately difficult to make it successful.
After all, most of the real elites come from the clan, and they are born with the mark of the clan.
In the field outside the school building, hundreds of teachers and students were all kneeling on the ground and were not allowed to stand up.
At first, there was a middle-aged scribe who seemed to want to stand up and shout something like, "It's an insult to politeness, it's an insult to politeness."
As a result, a barbarian soldier who didn't understand at all took a knife and smashed a tooth out.
Yesterday, Zheng Fan said in front of Jingnan Marquis that barbarians and literati were a match made in heaven, and this was indeed the case.
Most of the teachers and students were here, but there were still some scattered outside. However, the skilled barbarians quickly caught them one by one.
Dujuan took out the list and started calling names.
"Xue Chugui, Zhao Mingyang."
Two people's names were called, but no one stood up to answer, and they didn't know whether they were inside or not.
"Are these two from the Qian country?" Zheng Fan asked.
"Yes."
Zheng Fan nodded.
He did not stand next to Du Juan, holding a knife, and then repeatedly questioned and threatened the teachers and students about where they were, and handed them over quickly and wisely.
Because Zheng Fan felt that this scene was too similar to the Japanese torture of the villagers where they worked.
Although he himself felt that he was riding a horse outside the mountain gate to intimidate these scholars and at the same time beheaded a scholar, he was exactly the same as the villain in the old martial arts movies he had seen a long time ago in his previous life, but there was still a bottom line after all. of.
Therefore, Zheng Fan pointed at a young student in the crowd in front.
Two barbarian soldiers immediately came forward and captured the man.
The young student with pimples on his face was obviously trembling, but when he was pulled in front of Zheng Fan, he shouted with a trembling voice, holding his neck:
"I will never betray my classmates!"
Then, while looking at the fellow academy disciples and teachers who were being guarded there, he also secretly looked at Zheng Fan, his calves trembling.
Zheng Fan took out the small iron box from his arms, took out a cigarette from it, turned it upside down, knocked it on the palm of his hand, and then bit it in his mouth.
Take out the fire stick and light it,
He puffed out a puff of smoke leisurely,
Then he said:
"Don't worry, I didn't plan to ask you anything."
The student was stunned for a moment, unable to understand the meaning of Zheng Fan's words.
Zheng Fan shook out the ashes from his cigarette.
At the same time he said softly:
"Chopped."
"boom!"
One barbarian soldier put his foot on the student's knee and kicked him to the ground, while the other immediately raised his knife.
"I said, I said, I said!!!!!!!!"
The student immediately shouted.
The two barbarian soldiers hesitated for a moment.
Zheng Fan silently put the cigarette into his mouth again,
took a sip,
Two wisps of smoke slowly puffed out from his nostrils.
The two barbarian soldiers looked at each other, and one of them cut off the knife in his hand.
"puff!"
head,
Landed again.
Among the detained people, many teachers and students had become incontinent, and a stench soon filled the air.
Du Juan looked at Zheng Fan's behavior and said nothing.
Zheng Fan took another drag on the cigarette. This version of the cigarette was a bit harsh on his throat. He couldn't help but cough dryly. At the same time, he reached out and pointed at a middle-aged scribe.
Immediately, some barbarian soldiers walked over and pulled him out of the crowd.
"I said, I said, I said, I know them, they are in the crowd, in..."
"What I hate the most is people who sell their friends for glory. Such people deserve to die."
"..." middle-aged scribe.
Zheng Fan ignored him, turned his head, looked at Liang Cheng, and asked:
"Leave it to you?"
In order to avoid bad influence, Zheng Fan did not ask Liang Cheng directly: Are you hungry?
Liang Cheng looked at Zheng Fan and responded:
"Is it appropriate?"
"Suitable."
"Is it convenient?"
"convenient."
"Okay, I'll take him to the woods over there and torture him."
Liang Cheng came over, picked up the middle-aged scribe, and dragged him deep into the forest ahead.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
Soon, extremely shrill screams came from the forest.
Zheng Fan threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with the sole of his boot in an ethical manner.
When he raised his head again and glanced at the people in the academy in front of him, the bodies of these people collectively shrank back.
"Miss Du, please continue reading."
Zheng Fan looked at Du Juan.
Du Juan picked up the document,
"Xue Chugui!"
"Wow!"
All the other academy teachers and students around a man looked at him and spontaneously distanced themselves from him.
There was a look of despair on the man's face.
Immediately some barbarian soldiers came forward and captured the guy.
Du Juan continued to name names,
high efficiency.
Zheng Fan took advantage of this moment to walk to a relatively remote pavilion on the west side and began to relax alone.
After a while, Liang Cheng came back and found Zheng Fan in the pavilion.
Zheng Fan pointed at the corner of his mouth, took out a Siniang's handkerchief from his sleeve and threw it to Liang Cheng.
Road:
"Scrub."
Liang Cheng took the handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, and asked:
"Anymore?"
"Gone."
"Ah."
At this time, there were footsteps outside, and Du Juan also came to the pavilion.
Liang Cheng took a step back and gave space to Zheng Fan and Du Juan.
"Master Zheng, we have already captured him."
"Really? They are also fools. Don't they even know how to run away?"
"They probably didn't expect that we would be able to rush up and catch them."
"Ah."
Du Juan looked at Liang Cheng and bowed slightly.
Liang Cheng understood and walked out of the pavilion.
Du Juan looked at Zheng Fan and said:
"Master Zheng, this little lady is very curious. I think Master Zheng will not be unaware of how much trouble what he did today will bring to you in the future, Master Zheng, right?"
At this moment, this scene, this feeling, this problem, Zheng Fan suddenly wanted to recite a poem.
But in the end, I still smiled,
Road:
"Why did Miss Du ask me this question?"
"Why, can't the little girl ask?"
"Is Miss Du asking for herself, or for..."
"Who does Mr. Zheng want the little girl to ask for?"
"Miss Du, you are making things difficult for me."
Du Juan took two steps back and saluted Zheng Fan.
Road:
"The criminal has been captured. Thank you Zheng Shoubei for sending troops to help."
"Individual matter."
"That man was taken away because of his humble duty. Zheng Shoubei, see you again when we have the opportunity."
Zheng Fan nodded,
"Miss Du, be careful all the way."
"Same goes for Zheng Shoubei."
The cuckoo is gone,
A horse immediately carried the secret agent who had been knocked unconscious before;
A woman, holding a hemp rope in her hand, tied up two prisoners, walking farther and farther under the warm afternoon sun.
Zheng Fan squinted his eyes at the sun.
Behind him, all four hundred barbarians were mounted and on standby.
The academy is still the same academy, but a few people died today.
Liang Cheng said to Zheng Fan:
"You don't take anyone in the academy?"
"Why did you take it? If you can't carry it with your shoulders or lift it with your hands, you can't help with the work even if you take it back to Cuiliu Fort. You have to waste rice and food to feed them."
"But let them go, right away..."
"The infamy is coming soon, isn't it? They will petition everywhere, write letters to their close friends, and use all their strength and possibility to pay back the humiliation they suffered today?"
Liang Cheng stopped talking.
"A Cheng, you are suitable for leading troops in war.
Why didn't Zuo Jiqian accept this military order?
Why is it that the Jingnan Army has 5 troops, but can't allocate a few hundred soldiers to come here to take people?
Why was it that the woman named Du Juan only caught two prisoners and left, even though it was clearly a crime of harboring Qian Guo's secret work, and the rest of the people didn't even ask? "
Zheng Fan reached out and patted Liang Cheng on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"We are here to take the blame and take the blame. Some people are very protective of their feathers, so they need someone below to take the blame."
"My Lord thinks better than me."
"But you have to take the blame. If you can take the blame, it proves that you are useful. Maybe I will reward you with three sweet dates or something. In order to eat this sweet date, I don't care about anything.
As for the future, since we people have come to this world, we have no plans to spend our old age peacefully. "
said,
Zheng Fan turned his attention to the archway behind him.
Road:
"Let them live, let them give us publicity, free hype, don't give it up."
"The Lord is open-minded."
"If you don't know how to flatter, don't force yourself. Your flattery will always be the same as your own, too stiff."
"Haha, Lord, are we going back next?"
"Go back? Riding a horse all the way for three hours just to bully a bunch of corrupt people?"
"Where are we going then?"
"I'm going to the place I've always wanted to go. Since I'm already prepared to be infamous, there's no point in making another big news."
Zheng Fan raised his riding whip,
"Snapped"
The horse spread its hooves and started galloping hard. Behind him were Liang Cheng and four hundred barbarian cavalry who were following closely!
…………
The sunset is like blood,
A castle stands quietly under the sunset,
Wherever the naked eye can see,
On the east and west sides of the fort, you can see similar fire forts from a distance. If your perspective can continue to rise higher and higher, you can see that there are densely packed fortresses of different sizes on this piece of land.
Not too close,
far away,
Zheng Fan pulled the reins and
The war horse raised its hooves and stopped.
Behind him, four hundred barbarian cavalry also took up their reins.
Looking at the fort in front of him, Zheng Fan showed a smile:
"Dagan, I'm here..."
(End of this chapter)