The Record of Righteousness

The soldiers worked for two hours.

They were sweating profusely, but they didn't dare to stop.

Many farmers passed by and came to investigate curiously, but they were all killed by Wan Qing and his twenty or so lackeys, and then thrown into the Kun River to destroy their bodies.

Their bodies were instantly swallowed by the river, drifting down, and finally disappeared on the vast water.

At this time, a huge gap had been dug in the fragile dam.

This gap was getting bigger and bigger, ready to swallow everything.

The next moment, hundreds of hoes swung down one after another.

There was a deafening "Hua La La!!!" sound.

The breach was dug through and collapsed, as if the sky was collapsing, the mountains were shaking, the sky was falling, and the Milky Way was bursting! !

The yellow water of the Kun River rushed out crazily, instantly submerging the embankment covered with green grass and trees, and almost washed away several slow-running soldiers.

The soldiers were terrified and fled to the embankment, fearing that they would be swept away by the flood.

Wan Qing still did not give up. The breached embankment was already a little small, not quite what he expected.

He ordered the embankments on both sides of the breach to be dug deeper.

The lower reaches of the Kun River are all above-ground rivers, with the river banks on both sides level. At this time, a large breach was opened, and it would be best if the surrounding embankments were dug down six or seven feet.

Wait until the group of soldiers dug the embankment down about six feet.

It was late at night, the moon was high, and there were several more corpses of farmers everywhere.

The water of the Kun River was like a prehistoric beast, roaring and roaring, and in the blink of an eye it submerged everything in front of it.

Looking at it in the pale moonlight, the embankment had long been trampled beyond recognition by everyone.

The breach in the middle became bigger and bigger after half a day of turbulent scouring.

Its width was only the width of a dozen people's shoulders, but now it has exceeded thirty feet, like a waterfall rushing down.

The breach was shaking and collapsing under the impact of the surging water, and the water seemed to pour out from the sky.

The water in the river channel continued to roll in from afar, never stopping.

The temple under the embankment, which was smashed to pieces, had been half submerged by the river.

The green farmland was also swallowed up by mud and yellow water.

The endless green oil fields during the day were now covered by floods, flashing with phosphorescence under the moonlight.

There were all kinds of debris floating on the water, a mess.

Wan Qing was very satisfied with all this. He nodded, and then led the soldiers to continue to move upstream of the river.

The crowd hurried for another hour, but saw a wooden bridge standing across the river.

Wan Qing had a brilliant plan, splitting two groups of people to find a breach and dig towards each other, which would be twice the result with half the effort.

After finding a breach, everyone started digging.

During this digging, everyone had some experience, and it was a dark and windy night, without the harassment of the farmers. At dawn, two breaches appeared out of nowhere, and the water was as turbulent as the previous one.

In less than half an hour, this breach must become a big one!

Seeing that the big thing was done, Wan Qing was overjoyed, and immediately called his soldiers to cross the bridge, wade through the river, and run straight to Huai'an Prefecture to escape.

If he ran too late, Wan Qing was afraid that his own people would be washed away by the river first, which would be a loss.

The next day, everyone walked to noon and wanted to sit down and rest for half an hour, but they had no choice.

The water of the Kun River had already overflowed, and the water level was as high as the knee.

The drought was completely eradicated, but now it is flooded.

Thousands of acres of fertile fields and plains turned into a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with endless blue waves, phosphorescence, and a damp smell in the air.

On the way back, I saw that the earthen houses of the people were all collapsed and turned into ruins, the grains that were supposed to be dried on the rice field turned into fish bait, the livestock in the house were in chaos and more than half were lost, and the clear well in the yard was flooded with mud and sand, and there was no food or drink, so I wanted to cry but had no tears.

Unlike the soldiers and the people whose families were scattered, they were sad.

If the disaster here is so serious, then the cities and towns under the Kun River are not the same?

Wan Qing's face was calm, even though the roads turned into swamps and he had to wade through the water with difficulty, he was very happy in his heart.

Unlike the ease of coming here, it only took three days to reach Qingzhou.

Now it took a full six days to go back.

When we arrived at the edge of Huai'an Prefecture, the water in the Kun River was still as high as ankles, but it was far less serious than in Qingzhou.

Before Wan Qing could report, Wang Hao and Fang Daqing knew that the big thing had happened based on the one-foot-deep water on the ground.

The two immediately revealed that Li Guodong and his group had not returned for some time, and they were worried that something might have gone wrong.

The implication was that Wan Qing should lead the troops to investigate again.

Even though Wan Qing was helpless, he had to go because it was related to everyone's life and property.

After Wan Qing and the 300 soldiers who returned had a night's rest, they gave each of the soldiers two taels of silver, and set off to the southeast in the early morning.

There was a trade road in the southeast of Huai'an Prefecture, which was the only way for southern merchants to transport grain and grass to Shandong.

The grain and grass transported to Shandong were sold to the White Lotus Sect by the bold merchants, and the timid ones raised the price and sold to ordinary people.

Even though the price of the grain transported from the south was much higher than the market price, it was still very popular and fed a lot of people.

Due to drought and food shortage, if it were not for these southern merchants, I am afraid that all the people in Shandong would have starved to death.

The group marched day and night again, and in just three or four days, they had already arrived at the trade route, and continued to head south along the road.

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