Chapter 113: The magic of red flame?

"You guys, why don't you kneel down and surrender!"

A dark figure suddenly appeared in front of the fleeing red-turbaned farmers.

Mo Yanqiu stood alone, holding a rifle, at the forefront of hundreds of people, blocking their way. Her body was covered with traces of battle and blood, but the murderous aura was so strong that people dared not look directly at her.

Her cold voice echoed over the battlefield, like the announcement of the god of death, making the red-turbaned farmers feel unprecedented despair.

Faced with such power, the Red Scarf farmers were terrified and their steps stopped involuntarily.

The red-turbaned farmers looked at each other, confusion and fear revealed in their eyes.

"We...we are willing to surrender."

A trembling voice broke the silence, and then more people began to echo. Their voices gathered into a torrent, drowning the last resistance on the battlefield.

Some of them began to put down their weapons and slowly knelt down to surrender. After the first one, there was the second one, and gradually, more and more red-turbaned farmers chose to give up resistance.

The sounds of fighting suddenly died down, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

Zhou Qingshan rode on his black dragon horse and slowly walked to Mo Yanqiu's side, staring at the kneeling red-turbaned peasants. The remaining 600 people were all peasants who had not yet mastered martial arts. Their eyes were full of fear and confusion, and the battle just now had completely crushed their will.

The light in Zhou Qingshan's eyes disappeared. He had just provided vision for Mo Yanqiu and accurately killed all the warriors wearing leather armor in the chaotic army, leaving only five seriously injured inbound warriors who were unable to fight again.

Uncle Zhao came forward with a long knife in hand to report the situation, his face heavy with grief: "Master, three of the guards were killed in the battle, five were seriously injured, and the minor injuries are not counted."

They were able to hold out for so long only because they had the terrain advantage of Zhou Shiqi and those unarmored red-turbaned warriors valued their lives.

Thunder Knight Rui also stepped forward to report, "My lord, one Thunder Knight was killed, three were seriously injured, and all of them were injured."

"Take the people down to treat the wounds first."

A trace of sadness flashed across Zhou Qingshan's brows, and he gave an order.

He glanced indifferently at the warriors kneeling on the ground and those with broken arms and legs, and said in a somewhat cold tone, "Can anyone tell me why we came to attack Shengfeng Territory?"

"This..." There was a commotion among the crowd, and all eyes turned to the only surviving Red Turban warrior, who was now the only leader among the Red Turbans.

This red-turbaned warrior was not wearing heavy armor, and his two armored colleagues had been killed by Mo Yanqiu in the fierce battle.

At this time.

Another warrior with red eyes suddenly shouted with a crazy look: "We, the Red Flame Army, are ordered by heaven to kill lords and nobles, distribute spiritual seeds, and fight for the people. If you want to kill us, you are going against heaven!! "

However, before he could finish his words, a flash of a knife appeared and accurately cut off his head. Blood gushed out and his head fell to the ground.

Zhou Qingshan stood with his knife sheathed, blood dripping from the blade, but his face was calm and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

"Speak calmly," Zhou Qingshan said coldly. His voice was calm and firm, like the cold wind in winter, piercing the hearts of everyone present. "Otherwise, you will all die."

There was no threat in his words, only a statement, but this calmness was more palpitating than any threat.

The more sober warrior with red scarves showed a trace of bitterness on his face. He knew that he had no way to retreat. His voice trembled a little: "My Lord, I am Lin Rongzhi, a warrior from Dongtian Town under the jurisdiction of Qingyang City. The court has increased taxes every year, and we can't survive anymore. So I followed Marshal Zuo, hoping to find a way out."

Mo Yanqiu looked at the scarlet eyes of the red-turbaned warrior and saw his sharp teeth. He said to Zhou Qingshan:

"My dear, this man cannot be trusted. He is a demon. He has been swallowing the blood and flesh spirit for several months, and his body has already undergone initial deformation."

Zhou Qingshan stared at Lin Rongzhi's scarlet eyes, and glanced at several captured inbound warriors. They all had red eyes, the only difference was the depth of the color.

Zhou Qingshan suddenly swung his knife and cut off his arm.

"what--"

Lin Rongzhi let out a shrill scream, and blood gushed out from his broken arm. He covered his wound in pain and rolled on the ground.

Zhou Qingshan's voice sounded again, and his eyes swept over the remaining red-turbaned farmers:

"This is my last chance. I want to hear the truth."

The red-turbaned farmers were shocked by Zhou Qingshan's decisiveness and ruthlessness. Some of them began to tremble and dared not meet Zhou Qingshan's gaze.

Finally, another farmer with red scarves stood up. There was fear on his face, but his voice was more determined than Lin Rongzhi's:
"My Lord, we are indeed the people of Dongtian Town, but not all of us joined the Red Flame Army because we couldn't survive. Some of us were coerced, some were deceived, but most of us were deceived by General Zuo's lies. He promised to give us land and spirit seeds, let us live a good life, and let us practice martial arts, we... we just want to survive." "We are not qualified to swallow the Red Flame Spirit Seed."

Zhou Qingshan was skeptical. He scanned most of the Red Scarf farmers' eyes and found that they did not turn red. This made him feel a little relieved. He asked again:
"How are Xigu Township, Bailuli, and Jiayu Township doing now?"

Xiugu Township was the former Liu Family Spiritual Realm, while Bailuli and Jiayu Township were even more remote rural spiritual realms, which were also the last supply points on the way to Qingyang City across the 800-mile wilderness.

The three current lords are all branches of the Lingbing family.

Another Red Turban farmer trembled. He pointed at the Red Turban warrior's belly, with fear and anger in his voice:
"I... I am a farmer from Xigu Township. I saw with my own eyes that General Zuo drained the blood and flesh of the lords and guards and boiled them into blood-red balls while they were still hot. Now, they are all in their stomachs."

Another farmer in a red scarf also spoke tremblingly, his face full of fear:

"I am a farmer from Jiayu Township. They are evil ghosts!! They are evil ghosts from the wilderness!! Uh... Lord, I was forced to join them. They came from the wilderness. Our Lord kindly took them in and wanted to send them to Black Cloud City for refuge."

"Who would have thought that they would suddenly attack in the dark, brutally killing all the guards, and gathering us farmers together, forcing us to follow their so-called Red Flame Magic."

"Those who refused to obey... were all turned into Red Flame Spirit Seeds." He knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, heartbroken, "I'm sorry, Yunniang, I'm sorry..."

Zhou Qingshan and the people of Shengfeng listened to the farmers' narration and learned about the horrific events of the Red Flame Spirit Seed. Everyone's face turned pale and their hearts were filled with anger and discomfort.

The actions of the Red Turban Warriors have gone beyond the bottom line of war. Their cruelty and evil are outrageous and intolerable.

Zhou Qingshan suppressed his anger and discomfort and asked coldly, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"Nothing to say!"

The red-turbaned warrior Lin Rongzhi suddenly revealed a mocking smile, with a hint of madness in his tone:
"I have worked for Dongtian Town from the age of sixteen to fifty-six, for forty years, working diligently and without any slackness. Do you know? I, Lin Rongzhi, realized the true meaning at the age of twenty-six, but I was not able to become a warrior until the age of fifty-six. How am I inferior to them? How are we inferior to those so-called nobles? Why are they the only ones who can enjoy the spiritual seeds and occupy the spiritual veins?"

“So, I chose to swallow the Red Flame Spirit Seed, serve the Red Flame Magic, and follow Marshal Zuo’s footsteps. It turns out that those high-ranking nobles would tremble under the swords, and the warrior’s legitimate son who was placed with high hopes even lost control of his bladder out of fear. How ridiculous!”

"Marshal Zuo once said that we are not cannibals, but those lords and warriors were born with original sin. Their destiny is to become Red Flame Spirit Seeds and transform into power to help us overthrow all this injustice!!"

"Princes, generals and ministers would rather have the seed!!!"

There was a crazy light in Lin Rongzhi's eyes.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhou Qingshan's heart was shaken by these words. He suddenly swung his sword and beheaded Lin Rongzhi. The sound stopped abruptly.

Zhou Qingshan's eyes flashed with a sharpness, and his voice was emotionless: "Original sin? Your actions are nothing but cruel killing and plundering. The so-called overthrow of injustice is just an excuse for you to satisfy your selfish desires."

"Can I plant spiritual seeds in this rural spiritual realm? They are just a group of monsters devoured by desire."

He turned to Mo Yanqiu and the guards around him and issued an order: "Those with red eyes will be killed without mercy, and the rest will be detained and interrogated strictly."

"Yes." Everyone responded.

Zhou Qingshan held a knife and stared blankly at the corpses scattered all over the ground. The blood gathered into streams and flowed in all directions.

The earth was dyed red...

Zhou Qingshan had never known the world outside Black Cloud City, but he did not expect that the situation in Zhao State would deteriorate to this extent. The slogan shouted by Lin Rongzhi was too familiar to him.

Every dynasty has its own cycle. In the last years of previous dynasties, nobles and powerful people would annex land, and the people would live in poverty and starvation would be everywhere.

However, there are countless warriors like Lin Rongzhi in this country, and spiritual species are rare. The Red Flame monsters secretly promote the Red Flame magic method of using humans as species, which is bound to have endless responses, and it is likely that it has already swept the entire Zhao State.

He really didn't like being in such a horrible and chaotic world. The rolling waves brought about by this extremely crazy Red Flame Demon were thousands of times more terrifying than any dynasty in his previous ancient life.

After some interrogation.

Zhou Qingshan knew that their group of Red Flame Army was secretly recruited by Marshal Zuo in various spiritual realms of Qingyang City to form followers. Finally, they gathered 100,000 people to attack Qingyang City, but were suppressed by the imperial army and scattered and fled to various places.

This Zuo Shuai was one of the mages who promoted the "Red Flame Magic". He led 10,000 people across 800 miles of wilderness and encountered a herd of beasts, causing heavy casualties.

He wanted to repeat the same trick in the rural spiritual realm of Black Cloud City, recruit believers, and make a comeback.

(End of this chapter)