"Lord Luo Youli, what's the situation in the village now?"

Luo Youli's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice shook with fury. "The whole of Xiyuan Village, not one left alive... Those animals aren't human. Almost every young woman was raped and murdered.

Pregnant women had their bellies cut open, and the babies were pulled out and thrown aside. And it looks like they held some kind of head-chopping contest. The heads were piled up like a little hill, and..."

Luo Youli couldn't go on. His eyes were red.

Ning Chen's eyes went cold, and murder came into his face.

"Fucking hell, those goddamn animals! If your father finds them, I'm chopping them into mince and feeding them to the dogs."

Feng Qizheng was hopping mad.

The twelve hundred men of the modao army radiated killing intent.

Ning Chen slowly let out a breath. "Lord Luo Youli, do you have any leads on those men?"

Luo Youli's voice was grim. "This official sent people to look into it. They went northeast."

Ning Chen's voice turned hard. "Lord Luo Youli, I'm leaving things here to you. This prince will avenge the five hundred-odd wronged souls of Xiyuan Village."

Luo Youli said quickly, "My lord prince, this official has one presumptuous request."

"Go on."

Luo Youli said, "The prefectural office is badly short of hands. This official has been here several days, and we still haven't managed to bury all the bodies in the village."

Ning Chen hesitated for a moment. "All right, this prince understands!

Old Feng, take some men and help."

"Yes, sir!"

Ning Chen stayed in Xiyuan Village until the afternoon of the next day. Only when every body had been laid to rest did he take his men and resume the hunt for the Zhaohe.

As for Luo Youli, Ning Chen sent him back to the prefectural office for now.

Whether Luo Youli was a good official or a corrupt one, he would have Xiao Yanxi find out.

Ning Chen led his troops on at a forced march.

Three thousand-odd Zhaohe had to dig cooking pits and make camp…