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Chapter 217 : Do You Regret It?
"You are the magistrate of Wangyang?"
A thousand Blood-Clothed soldiers came whistling. The vanguard general at the head looked like a young general named Chen Hua.
He was wearing a bright set of armor and a red turban.
He held his head high and looked down at the old man standing in front of the city gate.
His uncle had mentioned to him that he must protect this person's life.
Ẅ ѐ b̃ n о v ӗl Е ñumа
"Warriors, I am Zhang Boxing, the magistrate of Wangyang County."
Zhang Boxing looked at this group of wolf-like soldiers and cupped his hands at them, "The Chen country is unrighteous. I am willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, open the city and surrender to the righteous army. I hope to live in friendship with you all."
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Wangyang County had no natural defenses and was not a fortified city.
Zhang Boxing could not defend the city no matter what.
"Good, good, good~"
"Lord Zhang has made a wise decision. Your choice is not wrong!"
Е̇ ṅüm̂ ӓ
Chen Hua said with a chuckle.
Just this beginning, there seemed to be no problem.
The two sides got along harmoniously.
The Blood-Clothed Army entered the city.
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"Tsk tsk... Lord Zhang's county town is not bad!"
After entering the city gate, the scenery in front of them was completely new.
Е n u m̄ а
The roads were orderly, and the houses were scattered in an orderly manner. The people should be living quite well.
At least, Chen Hua had marched all the way from the south. Except for some big cities, he had not seen many cities as prosperous as this Wangyang County.
On the city wall, in the cracks of the doors, pairs of eyes peeked out, either curiously or fearfully.
Chen Hua looked around, his eyes full of amazement, and said to Zhang Boxing beside him.
"Ahem... you flatter me, you flatter me! General Chen, you flatter me!"
Zhang Boxing coughed lightly. He noticed that the way these Blood-Clothed soldiers looked at the city was a little strange.
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He narrowed his eyes and said, "General, you have traveled a long way. I have already prepared wine and food. Please follow me to my residence to rest."
He just wanted to send these notorious righteous troops away as soon as possible.
"Don't be in a hurry!"
However, Chen Hua shook his head.
His soldiers looked around, their eyes a little eager, obviously impatient.
Zhang Boxing's heart sank, "This? What does General Chen mean?"
W е̃ b́ ń о̆ v́е́ l Ӗ n̊ ŭ m̊ а̂
Chen Hua raised an eyebrow, "Doesn't Lord Zhang know the rules of our Blood-Clothed Army?"
It was rare to encounter such a prosperous city. How could they just leave like this?
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Then, without waiting for Zhang Boxing's reply, he answered himself, "Lord Zhang, our army needs food and supplies. Otherwise, how can we fight? Our emperor personally set the rules. After entering the city, we will resupply for three days."
There were some loopholes in the system of Da Qi.
Wang Huai's war attributes were not bad. He had a heroic spirit and took the lead. He was indeed a peerless warrior.
However, he had risen from the grassroots, and his vision was destined to have many limitations. Ming Chen had enlightened him, but he had not taught him what to do next.
E n ú.m̃a.іd̂
He only had grand ideals and wishes. His political attributes and vision were not very high, and his work focus was always on war.
He also overestimated the ideological awareness of his own people. Not everyone was like him.
Wang Huai was too good to his own people. He only wanted to be good to the common people, but he lacked many punishments and disciplines.
Before he came to power, he had promised many things and had gained the massive following and support of the common people.
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But as he gradually grew bigger, some drawbacks also began to be exposed.
That was the overly fanatical belief and the contradiction of resources in practice.
Еn ǔ m̈ ӓ_
Ming Chen had originally said that the Blood-Clothed Army was just a righteous army, and there were many problems. Now, they had no qualifications to establish a country at all.
The old people were fine.
Some young people had fanatically joined the Blood-Clothed Army, but they did not engage in production.
They only needed to parade in the streets and shout slogans every day to get food and clothing. Then who would work hard?
You should know that farming was not easy at all. It was windy and sunny, and there were endless things to do.
Laziness was a virus. People would always look for the easiest way of life. If one person could live well by being lazy, it would make the people around him unbalanced, and it would also lead to the people around him following and imitating, and in the end, it would form a vicious circle.
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This caused a large amount of productivity to be wasted, and even to eat for free.
The believers, for the sake of the country, constantly squeezed their small families and constantly took out resources from their homes to supply the court.
The officials of the Blood-Clothed Army, in order to make their political achievements look better, also drew blood from the common people half-encouragingly and half-forcedly, and the intelligence they reported was also exaggerated.
Time passed slowly, and the righteous army that had risen up and held up half the sky seemed to have gradually changed its flavor.
Moreover, the Blood-Clothed Army was a war machine that had been wound up. It was constantly conquering, which caused a large consumption of national resources and was not enough to make ends meet.
The grain accumulated in the Qian-Yuan granary for several years was quickly squandered.
Ŵе b́ňо v̌el̄ Ёn ûm ӓ
Every time the army conquered a city, it would inevitably carry out plunder and replenishment.
And these people who had risen from the bottom, most of them did not have Wang Huai's heroic spirit and ambition, and were too easily eroded by material desires.
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Not everyone could remember their original intention.
Perhaps it should be said... most people had no loyal ideals. They would drift with the tide and indulge in desires.
Slogans gradually became just slogans.
There was only a fine line between a righteous army and bandits, and the definition was not so clear.
W е.b̆n̄о.v еl Е n u mà
Besides food, what if they saw rare treasures? What if they saw beautiful girls?
The world was not a black and white world, and people were not creatures of either evil or good.
A hot-blooded righteous army could also be a ferocious and terrifying bandit.
Once they gained power, the dragon-slaying warrior would then become a new evil dragon, more indulgent in desires, and more wanton.
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The city after the war was also a mess, with wails everywhere.
Wang Huai commanded the army on the front line and would also see the problems. But the soldiers were indeed short of food and resources, and this problem could not be avoided.
W еb ň оv̌ еl Еnu m̄ ã
If they didn't eat, they wouldn't have the strength to fight, and they would starve to death.
Their own people were obviously more important.
He allowed them to get supplies in the occupied areas, but they were only allowed to rob the local gentry and officials, and to try to do as little as possible to the common people. He strictly forbade the robbery of property, the destruction of houses, and the rape of women.
Wang Huai commanded the most elite and loyal troops, and the military discipline was naturally the strictest.
There were some small problems during the march, but in his view, the problems were not big.
But... after dividing the army into four routes, he was beyond his reach.
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Other places were different. The intelligence that was gathered and passed to him only had battle losses, spoils of war, and conquered cities... small matters were not worth mentioning.
The decree for supplies was passed down layer by layer and became a rule of legal plunder for three days.
Even the surrendered cities were not spared.
The Blood-Clothed Army's influence in the north was average in the first place. Now, such actions had greatly tarnished the reputation of the Blood-Clothed Army.
Surrendering was death, and resisting was also death. It was better to try to resist, which caused more and more cities to resist desperately.
Chen Hua's horse neighed behind him. Many soldiers had sinister smiles on their faces and looked around, obviously impatient.
W̄eb̈ ń о̊ ve l .Ӗn̈.u̇_m̄ а̀
The voice entered Zhang Boxing's ears, but it made his heart sink.
His warm smile also gradually disappeared, "General Chen, what do you mean by this?"
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"I have already opened the city and surrendered. Why do you still have to make things difficult for my people?"
Chen Hua raised an eyebrow and said with a beaming smile, "Lord Zhang, rules are rules. My soldiers also need to eat!"
His uncle had only said to protect this magistrate's life, but he had not said that he could not plunder.
He had just seen a girl wearing a green bamboo necklace, and she was quite pretty...
Е n̄ ú m̌a . ĭd̀
The worst had happened.
Zhang Boxing's brows furrowed, and he said to Chen Hua, "I can give you food. Please restrain your soldiers, don't commit violence, and go north as soon as possible."
He did not doubt whether Ming Chen and Xiao Xinyue had greeted him.
He was a smart person and had also seen that the Blood-Clothed Army's system was a bit strange. He thought... it should be that the Blood-Clothed Emperor's decrees had gone wrong layer by layer.
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Chen Hua was a young man who commanded troops and had achieved success at a young age.
Seeing that Zhang Boxing's attitude had become cold, he couldn't help but frown.
W̊ е b̄ ńо v̌ êĺ Еn ùmа
Was there still an official who was willing to stand up for the common people these days?
Along the way, the officials he had seen had abandoned the city's people and had run faster than anyone else.
Of course, he did not respect Zhang Boxing, "We can do it ourselves. There is no need to trouble Lord Zhang."
After saying that, he was too lazy to say more to Zhang Boxing and just raised his hand and waved.
"Oh~~"
The Blood-Clothed soldiers behind him cheered and scattered in all directions.
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"Stop!"
"Stop!"
A scholar meets a soldier, and reason cannot be explained.
Zhang Boxing did not expect that the person commanding the army he had met was actually a fool.
Communication between different dimensions of thought was destined to be impossible to achieve negotiation.
His face flushed, and he couldn't help but shout.
W ӗ b̂n_о̆v̄ӗ l̆ Е ń ü mа̇
But the wolf-like soldiers obviously would not listen to his orders.
"Ah!!"
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"What are you doing?!"
"My lord... save me!"
"Lord Zhang, didn't we surrender?!"
Similarly, not all the common people listened to Zhang Boxing's constraints.
Е̇_ṅü m̄ӓ. і̂ d
Some were brainless, and some were bold. They still went out for a walk, and even watched the fun on the side.
Obviously, they became the first wave of targets for these wolf-like bandits.
When they were hurt, they would scream miserably, either asking Zhang Boxing for help or cursing him.
All kinds of words were like axes and hammers, smashing on the seemingly not tall old man.
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"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Е́n̊.u̇ m̈ ӓ .іd̊
Suddenly, shouts of killing came, and more than two hundred village braves in ordinary people's clothes and holding weapons also ran from all directions.
Seeing the Blood-Clothed Army committing violence, they fought with them.
The originally quiet city was now in chaos.
"Lord Zhang, what is the meaning of this?"
The Blood-Clothed Army hated the bureaucrats of the old Qian-Yuan the most. Wherever they passed, any official of Qian-Yuan would not have a good end.
In Chen Hua's view, protecting Zhang Boxing's life was already a great gift.
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What was the meaning of this now?
This old man was pushing his luck?
The Blood-Clothed Army had already entered the city, but he still sent troops to resist.
He frowned, looking at the old man in front of him with some unfriendliness, "Lord Zhang, if we use weapons, the nature of this will change."
"General Chen, I have already restrained my soldiers and will not harm the lives of our friendly forces."
Zhang Boxing's face was grim as he said to Chen Hua, "How about we just let this go? The Blood-Clothed Army can lead its troops through the city and go north. I can also support you with food. I hope the general will not harm my people."
Е ǹ ū mа
His more than two hundred village braves were definitely no match for the thousand-strong vanguard of the Blood-Clothed Army.
But it was better to have one less thing than one more. They could have coexisted peacefully, why start another war?
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He thought that Ming Chen must have put pressure on them.
If the other side had a little bit of a brain, they would be willing to get along with him peacefully.
But it was a pity that... in front of him was a young and vigorous young man who had been promoted through connections. He had heard a lot of flattery along the way and felt that no one could stop him and that he could not be disobeyed.
This old man had been an official for a long time and had a temperament that Chen Hua hated.
Wе̌ b̌ n ō v̈ е̌l Е ǹ ū m ӑ
Preaching, wisdom, dignity... as if listening to his opinions was the right thing to do.
No matter what the disadvantages were, what the benefits were... he just didn't want to follow this old man.
He had also taken a fancy to the girl in the city!
Such a good city, to leave in a dejected manner, what was that?
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He looked at Zhang Boxing coldly, completely tearing off his face, "Lord Zhang, rules are rules! You don't think that just with these few people of yours, you can stop our Blood-Clothed Army, do you?"
Zhang Boxing's village braves had been ordered not to hurt people, but the Blood-Clothed Army side had no constraints at all.
Е̌ n ǔm̊ а.і d
If they were attacked, they would not hesitate to cut back.
Soon, casualties appeared.
"Stop!!!"
Fool!
Looking at this arrogant and domineering young general, Zhang Boxing was so aggrieved.
What he did, what he said, would work for anyone with a brain.
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But for a brain-dead person... it was really unclear.
He suddenly drew out a long sword, put it on his neck, and shouted loudly, "General Chen, please order your soldiers to stop and let my people go."
His voice traveled far.
For a moment, whether it was the Blood-Clothed Army, the village braves, or some of the bullied common people, they unconsciously shifted their gazes and looked at the controversial and little-known magistrate.
"Lord Zhang, what is the meaning of this?"
You are an official, with endless wealth and honor. I didn't rob you. I just robbed the common people. Why are you risking your life?!
Ё n̊ u mа .іd̃
Chen Hua looked at Zhang Boxing's action, his brows furrowed.
His uncle had specially told him that it was a matter that Her Majesty had personally asked about, and that he must protect this old man's life.
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"General Chen, someone should have told you that you need to protect this old man's life."
"If this old man dies here, I'm afraid you will be hard to absolve of the blame."
The cold blade was pressed against his neck. The old man held the long sword and looked at him coldly, repeating the same words, "Please restrain your soldiers and let my people go."
From beginning to end, his only request was not to destroy his city.
W̌еb̌ n о̇v̈ e̊ l _En ŭ m а̃
He believed that Ming Chen must have spoken for him, and the Blood-Clothed Army should have also given some instructions.
Otherwise, this arrogant and conceited fool would not have given him a good face from the beginning.
"This... this..."
"Lord Zhang, what are you doing?"
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"Why did he put the sword on his own neck?"
"Is he negotiating with that Blood-Clothed bandit?"
Ẇе b ňо̄ v̇ е̌ l Е̇ń ǔ mâ
"Lord Zhang..."
...
There were always common people who could hear Zhang Boxing's shouts and see what he was doing.
Looking at the old man in thin clothes in the cold wind, and hearing his resolute words to protect the common people.
For a moment, these people also had complicated feelings.
A few days ago, Zhang Boxing had posted a notice saying that he would surrender to the Blood-Clothed Army. There were also some rumors that he was afraid of death and was just trying to protect himself. The Blood-Clothed Army would still burn, kill, and plunder when they entered the city.
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He had even been said to be corrupt by his own son!
Although his reputation had improved in the past year, no one had expected that such a person would do such a resolute thing.
The common people opened their mouths. For some reason, they couldn't even say words of gratitude or praise.
"You!"
"Lord Zhang, are you threatening me?!"
Chen Hua was very conflicted.
Ёn.ŭ m à .id
On the one hand, he really didn't want this old man to die, but on the other hand, following him meant that he was wrong, that he had lost.
Zhang Boxing's eyes seemed to have seen through him and had him in his grasp. He was really annoyed.
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His anger rose, and he glared at this old man coldly.
He really didn't believe that these officials who were used to living in luxury could do such a thing for these ordinary common people.
"Threaten?"
"It's not a threat. Zhang is just reminding the general."
Е ñ um̈ å
Zhang Boxing said to him in a persuasive tone, "Don't ruin your future for a moment of impulse!"
"Hmph!"
Chen Hua's eyes changed, and he finally snorted coldly, "Who told you? No one told this general to protect your life!"
This old man's preaching tone was what he was most annoyed with.
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The enemy was weak and I was strong. Why should I bow to the weak?
"You can die if you want!"
Wе b n̆ о v̆ еl̈ E n u m̂ а̌_
This old man dared to threaten him!
Chen Hua was a stubborn person, and he really went against this person.
He didn't believe that this old man in front of him dared to commit suicide for these common people.
He still did not stop his soldiers.
"No... no..."
"Kill!!!"
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"Hahaha."
"Lord Zhang... why surrender?!"
"I'll fight you! Help..."
...
The city was in chaos. Screams, sinister laughter, and fighting sounds... were all mixed together.
All kinds of sounds entered his ears, and Zhang Boxing closed his eyes.
Ënů mȧ
The biting cold wind made his old face hurt.
He had been calm for a lifetime, and had been scheming for half a lifetime. He inexplicably felt a little tired.
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The city he had managed for half his life was now a mess, and the sound of wailing echoed in his ears...
Calm down, it's just three days of plunder. He can spend some time to reorganize the city...
Can he... can he?
Hot blood rushed to his heart, and the hand holding the long sword trembled slightly.
Е̇ǹ_ūṁá ..і̊ ď
The general opposite him glanced at him coldly, still indifferent, and even didn't want to talk to him. He walked towards a family he had long had his eye on.
But then, the surrounding soldiers and common people seemed to have stopped their actions, staring blankly at one place, somewhat surprised...
"Stop!"
A shout came.
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Chen Hua glanced sideways.
However, the next moment, his face changed greatly, and his eyes widened.
W е̇bnо̀ ve l̄ Еn um̊ а
"You!"
He suddenly trembled, his face full of horror. He hurriedly took a few steps forward and supported the person.
A clear line of blood appeared on the old man's neck, and blood kept gushing out.
His face was pale, and his vitality was rapidly dissipating. He just stared at Chen Hua and murmured weakly, "Stop, stop..."
"You madman! You old madman!"
Are these common people your father? Why are you risking your life?!
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The young general who had been fighting with the old man finally broke down.
His arrogant and unruly face quickly collapsed. He just shook the old man and kept cursing.
The old man had lost his calm.
But his calm had returned.
His consciousness returned, and he knew how serious the trouble he had caused this time was.
This old man had died in his hands.
W̊è.b ṅ ӧv ёl̀ Ё ňu m̀à
This was a matter that Her Majesty had personally asked about. His uncle... also couldn't protect him.
"Stop!"
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The old man just stared at him, his bloody hand clutching his silver armor, and he repeated the same words vaguely.
The bright armor was stained with a touch of bright red.
"Stop!"
"All of you, stop!"
Е̌ ñ u ḿ а̇ . і̌d
The matter was big. What was there to plunder?
The young general's roar echoed in the chaotic city.
Everything came to a halt.
Everyone around stared blankly at the old man being supported by the young general.
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He was shrewd and calculating. He did not refuse the bribes of the gentry. He had judged several unclear cases with his eyes open. His son had publicly said he was corrupt. He had surrendered to the enemy without any backbone...
But now, he had not hesitated to put a sharp sword to his own neck and had died generously in the biting cold wind.
Еnu mа
This city, it seemed that no one had ever understood this parent official who managed them.
"Stop..."
The old man was still clutching the general's armor, repeating stubbornly. His eyes gradually became empty, and his vitality dissipated with the gushing blood.
He felt very weak, and the world in front of him also gradually became hazy.
In a daze... he seemed to have had a dream. In the dream, he saw.
The main hall was majestic, and the city was prosperous.
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The holy master was in court, and the world was reviving. The common people lived and worked in peace and contentment.
And he was wearing a decent official uniform, holding a pen to administer, managing the world, without any compromise, without any coercion from the powerful and noble, without any taint, and the common people sang his name, praised him, admired him, and loved him.
A clear name, passed down for thousands of years...
He really wanted to...
The old man smiled.
Back then, if he had left this city and followed Ming Chen and that highness, would everything have become real?
Ӗ ń ŭm̌ ā
There were no ifs in this world.
When the last bit of vitality was cut off... the bloody palm finally let go of the general's armor and fell to the ground.
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Blood stained the street.
The biting cold wind seemed to have stopped at this moment. Flakes of white snow fluttered down from the sky, dotting the thin old man's motionless body.
On the New Year, a day of celebration, someone had quietly left.
...
Е̌n ú mӑ . і̄ d̃
Light and shadow flowed, and space moved.
In the dim space, indescribable colors dyed the eyes.
The world was turned upside down, formless and without substance, unable to be felt.
Only a solemn and majestic dharma image appeared in front of Zhang Boxing. It could not be distinguished as male or female. Its body was huge, and its hands were in a hand seal. It seemed to be thousands of miles away, yet it also seemed to be close at hand.
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Throughout the whole process, Zhang Boxing stood there in a daze, as if he had fallen into some indescribable state.
He couldn't speak, couldn't think. His memories and cognition seemed to have disappeared. Everything... followed instinct.
W̊ e b_nо v̈ ёl Ë n̆û m̊ a
It was unknown how long had passed. The death qi flowed, and a pair of closed eyes suddenly appeared on this statue, and they opened little by little.
And in Zhang Boxing's eyes, this pair of eyes recorded scenes, scenes he was very familiar with.
Looking back on this life, all the memories flowed into his body with these eyes, little by little.
Born into a poor family, his family fell into decline. He studied hard and took the imperial examinations.
He sought a small official position in the capital, broke into the most cruel field of fame and fortune, struggled for half his life, married and had a son, and also became a not-so-small official.
Later, he was schemed against. His wife died an unnatural death, and he was also demoted to a county town to be a small county magistrate.
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In a state of sadness, his ambition also disappeared.
He settled down to govern the county town, fought with the powerful and noble, and secretly raised soldiers...
After ten years of mediocrity, a talented young man entered his sight, and his once hidden ideals seemed to have been awakened.
But...
After the Blood-Clothed Army entered the city, facing that arrogant young general, facing the people who both loved and hated him. He finally cut his own neck.
Looking back on this life, big and small things swirled in front of his eyes. Even some things he had completely forgotten were exceptionally clear.
Е́ ñ ùmа
While Zhang Boxing was in a daze.
Suddenly, a mighty voice sounded in his ear.
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"Do you regret it?"
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