The Nameless of the Common Clans

"Why did it stop?" In the carriage, Tang Yuan was discussing the current situation with Chen Mo with great interest, but the carriage suddenly stopped. Tang Yuan frowned slightly and walked out of the carriage to ask.

"Young Master!" The Tang family general rode his horse to the front of the carriage and whispered: "We found that a village was slaughtered in front... or..."

The general hesitated and wanted to persuade his young master to return to the city. In this chaotic time, even if they brought a lot of people, it would not be safe. If his young master had any mishap, he would be the one to die with him, but he still had a family to support. Without him, I'm afraid that eating would be a problem.

"Slaughter the village?" Chen Mo walked out of the carriage. Although he hadn't seen it yet, he could smell the bloody smell in the air. His face sank slightly. He remembered that although the Taiping Sect was rebellious, there were few massacres of the village. Most of them drove the people away and forced them to attack the city.

Of course, Qingzhou is different from Xuzhou. The Yellow Turban bandits here are more violent, and the Taiping Rebellion has been going on for about half a year. There will always be changes.

"Yes, our people have gone to see him. He just died not long ago." The family general nodded, his face was not very good. Donglai County was relatively peaceful. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen more than ten miles away from the city.

"Is there no defense in the village?" Chen Mo stood in the carriage and looked far away. There were still fireworks over there.

"Yes, and there are quite a few. It is a famous village nearby. There are more than 300 households, and there are more than 400 local militias alone." The family general was a little scared. The village of more than 400 people was killed without even having time to light the beacon fire. This time the bandits were a bit cruel.

"Now there are still such rampant thieves in my Donglai County?" Tang Yuan was also a young and brave man. Hearing this, he was not afraid, but became interested and said, "Let's go and take a look."

"Sir, this..." The family general was shocked and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "These thieves are quite cruel. We may not be able to resist them."

"Don't panic. Since the thieves have killed people, I'm afraid they dare not stay for long. Let's go and take a look." Tang Yuan said excitedly without caring.

The family general felt a little bitter. Although his young master usually claimed to be a gentleman and never punished his servants without reason, he was very stubborn. Once he made a decision, he couldn't be pulled back.

Chen Mo also became interested and didn't dissuade him. As for the danger... Tang Yuan's words actually made sense. No matter what the reason was for slaughtering the village, there was no reason to keep it.

"Find a place to light fireworks and notify the nearby troops to rush over here." Chen Mo said to the family general. No matter what, it is better to be cautious. Although he saw that everyone's luck and fate had not changed, the art of fortune-telling was not omnipotent.

"Mr. Chen is right!" The family general of the Tang family nodded when he heard this. Fortunately, there was a sensible person here. Although most of the thieves had left, it would be safer to call in the nearby patrol guards.

A group of people got out of the car. Those children of the aristocratic families had only heard about the current world in rumors, and they had never seen it. At this moment, when they heard that there was danger, they were not afraid at all, but were very interested in going together to check. If they could find any clues and defeat the bandits, they would spread it out in the future. It would benefit the son of a certain family. He was young and heroic. He defeated the Yellow Turban bandits at the age of ten. Just thinking about it made him feel very impressive.

"Brother Chen, I heard that you helped County Magistrate Zang to defeat tens of thousands of bandits in Quyang. Are those bandits powerful?" Xue Yu approached Chen Mo and asked.

"Not so powerful." Chen Mo shook his head when he heard that. In terms of combat power, the Yellow Turban bandits could not compare with the imperial army. A few hundred people could disperse tens of thousands of bandits. How powerful could they be? But Chen Mo was reluctant to recall those days. Now, looking at these noble sons who wanted to experience it one by one, he sighed in his heart. This was probably because ignorance was fearless, right?

The manor was getting closer, and the bloody smell in the air became stronger and stronger. The manor was very large, much larger than Chen Mo's hometown. It had high wooden walls and arrow towers. It was hard to imagine how such a well-defended manor was breached silently. It was only a dozen miles away from Dangli and even closer to Luxiang.

"Crack~"

The half-closed village gate was pushed open by two guards, and corpses with hideous looks of death were lying around, shocking.

Chen Mo frowned as he watched all this. Judging from the way they died, these people had experienced fierce battles. He even saw the bodies of officers and soldiers...

"Ugh~" A young man suddenly knelt on the ground with a pale face and bowed his head to vomit.

Immediately afterwards, like a chain reaction, a group of teenagers in their teens, the oldest of whom was no more than fifteen years old, lay on the ground and vomited continuously. For them, such a purgatory-like existence on earth was definitely the first time they had seen it in their lives.

Chen Mo did not react much. In terms of misery, he had experienced too much during his time in Quyang, and had even seen people cannibalizing their own children. The current scene was nothing to him.

"Young Master Chen..." The Tang family general glanced at his young master awkwardly, and his eyes fell on Chen Mo. Now that a group of friends had vomited, it seemed that Chen Mo was the only one with the highest status and a clear mind.

"Send someone to notify the government office. No bandit bodies were seen, and there was no sign of fighting on the wall outside. The fighting basically took place inside the village. I'm afraid it wasn't a riot by the bandits." Chen Mo looked at the general and said.

"People have been sent." The family general nodded. They were rangers before joining these aristocratic families. They could tell the difference at a glance. However, Chen Mo was just a ten-year-old child. Not only was he not afraid at this time, but he could see that these things were somewhat extraordinary.

"Please check if there are any survivors." Chen Mo nodded to the general.

"Puff~" The general was about to answer, but saw a sharp arrow suddenly appear, slanting at the feet of the two, and the tail of the arrow was still shaking.

"Protect the young master!" The general's face changed, and he quickly protected Tang Yuan, who was crying and snotting.

Chen Mo was alert before the sound of breaking through the air. When the arrow fell to the ground, he had taken off the short bow on his shoulder, picked up a sharp arrow, and shot it in the direction of the arrow without looking closely.

"Your archery skills are good, but unfortunately you don't have enough strength." A clear and somewhat rebellious voice sounded from above. Chen Mo looked up and saw a 17 or 18-year-old boy sitting on the arrow tower not far away. His hawk-like eyes stared at Chen Mo, and one hand was playing with an arrow, which was the one Chen Mo had shot before.

"Who is the thief?" The general of the Tang family was shocked. Only then did he realize the other party, drew his sword, and shouted sternly.

"Brother, there are no survivors!" Another young man came out from the depths of the village with a few people. Seeing Tang Yuan's posture, he quickly protected the arrow tower and showed a fierce look at this side. The atmosphere suddenly became solemn...

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