The Daily Salvation of the Protagonist of the Buddhist System

"Please, don't kill me!"

"Wow……"

"Leave my child alone!"

"You bastards, there will be retribution!"

Screams, wailing, children's cries and adults begging for mercy resounded in the village.

Under the massacre of the barbarians, the unarmed villagers had no power to resist.

The village, which was just like a paradise just now, turned into a bloody ghost in less than half an hour.

After killing the villagers, the barbarian soldiers dragged out all the corpses, regardless of men, women and children, and put them at the entrance of the village.

The rest of the people started looting in the village. There were no belongings, food, warm clothes, anything of value left.

After the robbery was cleared up, a fire was set off by the way.

All traces of crimes were dusted and disappeared without a trace.

After all the corpses were dragged out, a little leader with a black and yellow face said to a bearded man with pigtails on a horse:

"Lord Uwe, there are 330 people in the village, and the corpses are all here."

In the flames, this ferocious-looking barbarian looked at the corpses covered in blood and couldn't identify their faces, and grinned grimly: "Chop off their heads and build a tower of human heads.

Wei Gou killed my compatriots, we should pay back one or two. "

The barbarian soldiers immediately started to act excitedly. The human head tower has always been a way for them to deter the enemy, and it is easy to build.

After a while, it was set up, and he walked away with the spoils.

Su Yun led [-] cavalrymen to follow the traces of the barbarians' escape and chase them all the way. What they saw was such a scene of ferocity that would make people have nightmares.

More than 300 human heads were neatly stacked into a tower that was half the height of a person. Headless corpses surrounded the blood-red tower of human heads.

Facing the scene in front of them in the bloody wind, everyone remained silent as if they had been petrified.

Su Yun moved his dry throat, and it took him a long time to recover his voice. He said in a hoarse voice, "Bury the corpse."

The soldiers got off their horses and buried the corpse with tears in their eyes.

They dug a big pit, and matched the heads of the corpses one by one. If they couldn't find them, they had to neatly put them in a corner of the pit.

All of this was done in silence, they gritted their teeth, and although they were silent, it seemed like a fire was burning in their chests.

And this fire can only be completely extinguished by the blood of the enemy.

Su Yun stood and watched, silent.

When he was reading history books in the past, he had seen many descriptions of wars in the books.

Slaughtering cities and pits, changing sons to eat, starving and dying everywhere, ten rooms and nine empty houses.

In many dynasties, a single war can even cause a sharp drop of [-]% of the population.

Kublai Khan slaughtered 800 million people in the Song Dynasty, which is still maintained as a Guinness record.

But these cold data did not shock and touch him like the human head tower in front of him.

Su Yun fell into deep doubts.

How can people be so cruel to each other?

As human beings, why can they kill the same kind like pigs and sheep?

Is there really only a thin layer between human nature and animal nature?

Should not be.

Su Yun let out a long sigh, startled by the cruelty of this world, and finally realized that facing the enemy, one should not have any mercy.

His eyes became firm. For the sake of his own people, he wanted to injure and scare the barbarians, so that they would never dare to invade again, and they would never dare to step into this land again.

"Xiaotian, help me track down the traces of the barbarians."

Su Yun gave instructions to Xiao Tian in his consciousness.

"Okay, host."

When no one saw it, Xiaotian showed his body, split into hundreds of balls of light, and flew in all directions.

These barbarians who were defeated and fled were dispersed into several teams. Without supplies, they slaughtered villages and looted. They burned, killed and looted all the way.

They were cruel and savage, ruthless to the enemy and even more ruthless to themselves. They ran around non-stop along the way, but their purpose was the same, which was to escape back to the border.

But ever since Su Yun led the team to suppress them, their nightmare has come.

No matter where they go or how stealthily they flee, Su Yun's people can chase them like prophets.

At the same time, Su Yun also used flying pigeons to notify the checkpoints of various border cities, and set up a net of heaven and earth according to the direction of the barbarians' escape, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net.

After half a month of pursuit, Su Yun led the [-] cavalry into a nightmare for the barbarians.

Half of the wandering barbarians died in this squad, and all the barbarian soldiers encountered were killed on the spot.

During half a month of joint combat, under the subtle training of Su Yun, this team has grown rapidly and transformed into a sharp knife pointing at the barbarians.

They worshiped Su Yun like faith, and were subdued by Su Yun's unpredictable means, even though they didn't know Su Yun's real identity.

At this time, no one knew that this team would become a "barbarian army" that would frighten the barbarians in the future.

"General, there should be the last barbarian team ahead."

General Li reported to Su Yun what the scouts had heard. During the half month with the army, he was also deeply impressed by Su Yun's military ability, and he willingly followed the team.

"Get out."

With a wave of Su Yun's hand, the whole team immediately spread out tacitly as if they had rehearsed thousands of times, passed through the surrounding woods, and surrounded the barbarians silently.

This barbarian team was very cunning. In order to get rid of the pursuers, they took the desolate mountain trails. It took Su Yun and his men two days to catch up.

The ragged barbarians leaned against the trees, their horses were gone, and the Wei people set up checkpoints everywhere.

In order to hide their whereabouts, they did not dare to massacre the village. After eating the last horse with tears in their eyes, everyone was a little desperate.

"My lord Bor, can we really go back to our hometown?"

A weak voice sounded, and it was a small soldier who spoke. Even his wheat-colored skin couldn't hide his pale complexion, his lips were chapped, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked panic-stricken.

Days of fleeing broke his pride and drained his heart. The only thing that supports him now is his desire to return home.

Not only him, but also others, they cast their eyes on Borzhen, with the same question in their eyes.

Bo'er really raised her head, as if answering, but also as if convincing herself, "Yes, definitely, the wolf god will bless us."

He looked around the compatriots around him with the same bloodshot eyes, and encouraged him: "There are still a hundred miles, as long as we survive this hundred miles, we will be home."

"Unfortunately, you don't have that chance."

A cold voice came, and Bor really almost jumped up in shock.

He picked up the scimitar and nervously looked at the place where the sound came from.

A young man in silver armor and a red cloak rode in, his cold murderous aura made the air stagnate.

"It's you!"

Bor's eyes were tearing apart, he recognized that the person in front of him was the one who shot the second prince to death with a plan when he was besieging the city.

"I want to avenge the prince!"

He rushed up with the scimitar, but faced several cold arrows shot from behind the young man.

Responsive, he used the machete to block the cold arrows, and a donkey rolled to avoid the remaining arrows.

Before he had time to get up, a bright knife light was under his hood.

Borzhen hastily blocked it with the scimitar, a few sparks were sparked when the two knives intersected, and a piece of scalp was peeled off to the ground.

Feeling the hot spot on her head, Bor really broke out in a cold sweat, her jaw was numb and her hands were trembling.

This young man's strength is so great that he is only a lot stronger than himself, one of the three barbarian warriors.

Knowing that a tough battle was inevitable, Bo'er really used all her strength to raise the scimitar and rushed towards Su Yun.

Su Yun did not dodge or dodge, rolled the long knife in his hand, and slapped Bo'erzhen's wrist at an extremely tricky angle.

Bor really felt a strong attack, and the scimitar was thrown out of his hand in an instant, and he was dazzled for a while, and his eyes circled high in the air.

With a bang, it fell into darkness.

Su Yun watched Bo'er Zhen's headless body fell to the ground, a cloud of smoke and dust drifted away.

His face was still as calm as water, and he looked at the remaining barbarians with cold eyes, and said mercilessly, "Everyone, kill them on the spot."

This order was like a switch, and Wei Jun who had ambushed rushed out from all directions in an instant.

The sound of howling and the sound of sharp blades cutting the body interweave into a brutal march of massacre.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the hundreds of barbarian soldiers who were still alive just now turned into corpses all over the place.

"Bury, return to camp."

After all the corpses were buried, Su Yun's recovery was completed. Seeing the black and red mist dissipate, Su Yun felt relieved.

All the deserters were killed. So far, the [-] barbarian army was wiped out.

With such a big defeat, in the short term, the barbarians should not send troops to attack.

Next, it is to resolve matters within the ancestral court and the imperial court.

Su Yun felt a burst of exhaustion from the bottom of his heart. All these intrigues and scrambles for power and profit brought him only disgust and exhaustion.

He hates this life.

However, no matter how annoying it is, life must go on.

Su Yun, who wiped out all the barbarians, bid farewell to Xing'an City and returned to the Northwest Army Camp.

Through this period of combat, he used his strength to subdue most of the soldiers in the barracks.

During the period when he was stationed in the Northwest Army, Su Yun combined many modern methods to conduct military training. In just one month, the appearance of the barracks was completely new.

One month later, Su Yun finally got the news he wanted.

The ancestral home of the barbarians was in chaos, and the barbarian king was assassinated!

The author has something to say: It’s hard to write about the war and check the information. The people in ancient times were too miserable. It’s really lucky to be born in a peaceful age.