Han’s Son is Not a Slave: Chapter 93 Positive black flag

Xinxing Town is said to be small but not small, and it is not big or big. A bluestone road connecting east and west links the town together. Along this bluestone road, there are dozens of shops, large and small, and there are even a few teahouses, restaurants, and cart shops that can only be seen in the county seat.

Although Xinxing is a town, it is the gateway of Zhaoqing Prefecture after all. Its land extends in all directions, and it is the main traffic place at the southern end of Yunwu Mountain. The shrewd businessmen will naturally not let this treasure land go. Although this year is a chaotic world, but no matter how chaotic the world is, as long as there are still people alive, there is a business to do with food, drink, Lazard, and clothing. In addition, Xinxing Town is an important transportation area, so naturally there are many more transactions than other places.

However, in the daytime, there were not many people walking around on Qingshi Road, which used to be crowded with people. Most of those shops were closed by bolts, and only one restaurant and one cloth shop were still open.

There are several tables of business in the restaurant, but the green battalion soldiers are eating and drinking. The shopkeeper Song of the restaurant was sitting in a private room on the second floor, drinking tea while working on the account, and was not at all worried that the green battalion soldiers would not pay for their meals. Because the owner of this restaurant is Zhao Shiyu, the boss of the Green Battalion, who eats in the restaurant owned by his own boss. How many Green Battalions dare to get tired of eating the Overlord's meal?

Unlike the restaurant, which is quite lively, there is actually no business in the cloth shop on the opposite side. The two guys sat there lazily and squinted at the restaurant. Shopkeeper Song could tell from the way they swallowed from time to time. The guy must be hungry. The owner of Buxing is from Zhaoqing Mansion. I heard that it has something to do with the prefect. Only then can this shop occupy a decent amount of land. Green Camp has also explained it, so no one dares to go to Buxing.

It's just that other houses are closed today, why is this cloth shop still open, and even a ghost can't be seen, can his family have business? Judging from the appearance of these two guys, it was Fatty Qi who was sleeping by himself, but asked these two bitter gourd eggs to support him. If there are dates or not, let's talk about it after two shots, this fat man is very leisurely.

Shopkeeper Song thought about it, suddenly sighed, and cursed in a low voice: "This is a murderer." Then he moved his gaze to a few wooden poles not far to the east. There were several cages hanging on the wooden poles, and it was dark inside. stuffed with a bunch of stuff. He didn't dare to look closely at the cage, and he turned his eyes without even taking a second look, because he knew that the black thing was nothing else, but the head that was just cut off last night.

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There is a wilderness in the east of Xinxing Town. For some reason, the land here is much worse than other places, and the crops are very small, so no one in the town is willing to plant the land here. After so many years, this wilderness It slowly became a mass grave.

At this moment, there are more than a dozen men with pigtails and shabby clothes in the mass graves digging pits. There are seven or eight pits dug, and there is an ox cart on the side with straw mats on it. Covered, I don't know what to cover.

"Everyone, hurry up and dig, bury these dead ghosts early, let's go back early."

Li Zheng, the old man in the town, is old and has a cough all the year round. He has to stop and cough a few times after saying a few words, otherwise, he may be out of breath and die.

The people who dig the pits are all the men in the town, and most of them are Li Laoquan who grew up watching him as a child, so he respects Li Laoquan very much. After Li Laoquan spoke, their hands and feet quickly got up. No one wants to stay in this ghost place. People in the daytime are panicking when they stay here. Li Zheng is right. go home.

Soon, the pits were dug, and Li Laoquan ordered a few more people to carry the corpse covered by the straw mat on the ox cart.

The faces who were named were a little hesitant, but under Li Laoquan's watch, they still bit the bullet and lifted the corpse.

After a younger man walked to the ox cart, he muttered like he was praying to a bodhisattva. When others saw it, he also had an attitude of preferring to believe it and not to believe it, and he also had a good life with these "dead ghosts". After saying a few words, they didn't take off the straw mat until Li Laoquan urged him impatiently, then lifted the corpses from the car one by one, and put them into the dug holes one by one.

None of the corpses carried down had heads, and their heads were all hung on wooden poles in the east of the town. After a person dies, there is not even a whole body, which is really pitiful.

After the corpses were buried in the pit, Li Laoquan looked at them one by one, and finally sighed and shook his head helplessly. That's it.

Tombstones must not be erected. These people were all killed by the Green Camp on the charge of "passing thieves", and they committed treason. Who would dare to erect a tombstone for them? All they could do was write down which pit was buried in which, and then ask their wives and children to secretly come over and burn some paper money.

Under all kinds of sadness, Li Laoquan was about to take someone back, but suddenly, his body trembled, and he stopped there without moving. The people next to him looked strange, and they all followed Lizheng's line of sight towards Yunwu Mountain in the east. After only one look, they all stopped there as if they were obsessed with Mowei, and they saw that a flag was passing from Moving from a distance to this side.

After the flag got closer, Li Laoquan and his group found that there were a lot of people in black under the flag~www.mtlnovel.com~ These people in black seem to have drilled from the cloudy mountain in the distance. It came out, from a distance, it was dark, and I didn't know how many people there were.

After this group of men in black appeared, they moved forward with the flag. There was no continuous horn sound, no hoarse shouting, and no shouting and killing. They just followed the flag to move forward quietly. . In the town not far away, the green battalion soldiers with sharp eyes also saw those people in black clothes.

Who are those people?

Everyone is puzzled, and they don't know what these people in black are doing.

"Is it someone from the imperial court?" An honest man put down the shovel in his hand, looked at the men in black with curiosity, and said hesitantly, "Is it from the black flag?"

"Does the court have a black flag?"

The man next to him opened his mouth: "Nonsense, I heard that there were two yellow flags, two red flags, two white flags, and two blue flags in the imperial court, but when did you hear that there were two black flags?"

"There is no such thing as two black flags for the soldiers and horses of the imperial court. Besides, it refers to the color of the flag, not the color of the clothes. Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. Besides, can the Manchu soldiers of the imperial court come to our place? Bullshit."

Li Laoquan, who is a well-informed person in the town, naturally does not believe what the black flag is saying. He looked at it for a while, and the people in black were still far away, and he couldn't see who they were. I couldn't see what was written on the flag. Just when this group of people was puzzled, drums suddenly sounded in the team of the men in black, and then the speed of the soldiers in black accelerated sharply. Li Laoquan could see clearly that those men in black were Xiang Zhenzi. The direction is coming!