"Pull it down and kill it, hanging your head at the gate."

The wide sleeves of the robe were whipped, and the mud on the ground was rolled up. The heart-wrenching begging for mercy never stopped. He struggled to hug Tong Guan's thighs, and then the cuffs that were filled with internal force were directly lifted out of the tent.

Gao Duannian and Jin Jiu dragged each other an arm on the ground to the school ground. The monk, who had been prepared, was waiting there with a bright steel knife.

"My two adults...please...relax your hands...slowly...slowly, maybe Tong Shumi will deal with my brothers. I have a lot of labor at home. If you don't dislike me, you will give them to you. Just to survive!" Liu Yanzong rolled on the ground wailingly and couldn't get up. He shrank his neck and made it difficult for the executioner to attack.

Yang Keshi next to him also beg for mercy on the ground, saying, "Yes, yes, yes. As long as the two adults delay the time, maybe my lives will be saved. I have a higher net worth, so don't cut me down first. If I can survive, I will give it to the two adults as fun money."

Jin Jiu stepped on the other party's back and neck bent on the ground, "I have never seen anyone survive, I have spared it. The property of the two of you is earned by themselves, so let it be left to your elderly, weak, women and children. I, Jin, is not too poor to steal the money of the orphans and widows."

"Don't talk to them, just pick it up and pull it up." Gao Duannian glanced at the ground with a gloomy gaze. As soon as he finished speaking, a person walked over from the other end of his gaze and clasped his fists: "I've seen Cao Qianhu."

Cao Shaoqing nodded coldly and didn't say much. He stared at the movements of the two people on the ground, and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's still hard to escape the beheaded one, so why bother to struggle?"

The White Dragon Sword was pulled out of the sheath between his waist, and his toes stretched out his toes on the waist and abdomen buried by Yang Keshi and gently lifted it, as if it had hit a certain acupoint. He immediately supported his arms and raised his head.

In the blink of an eye, the cold light cut down, and the blood rushed out, sprinkled on the ground, and the head fell to the ground and swirled. With a puff, the body fell to the ground, and it twitched for a few times before moving.

"Old Yang... I've given out all my property. What else do you want? Leave a way to survive." Liu Yanzong was so scared that he sat up tremblingly. Obviously, his method was useless.

The white dragon sword moved over and put it on his neck. Cao Shaoqing patted his shoulder with the sword body, "Don't be afraid... Close your eyes, it won't hurt, it will pass in an instant."

"Really...really?" The person pressed by the sword responded cryingly.

The eunuch in black robe leaned over and whispered: "Really, you should be glad that you didn't let our family use a saw... That's uncomfortable."

As soon as he finished speaking, his arm pushed over with force, and the neck bone cracked with a crack, and his head suddenly rolled out a few steps away. Liu Yanzong's head spiraled on the ground, his eyes wide open, and there was still a voice left in the opening, "Give me your life.... Why did my head fall off..."

Then, the expression on his face freezes, and the blood fades away and seeps into the soil from under the broken neck.

...

A slightly cold wind blew over from the school ground, and the handsome tent bulged and sang a few times. A trace of bloody smell in the wind blew into the curtain,

Two bloody heads were placed in a tray and were placed in front of the first one on the left and right.

Bai Ning held the tea cup and shook the tea leaves floating inside, glanced coldly, bounced his fingers, "Take them out and hang them up."

The burly figure on the right side trembled all over, and the tip of the beard was shaking. Then a voice that was not very kind was heard in the big tent.

"Admiral..... There has not been a war at this time, so it is a bit of a big deal." A general below stood up with courage.

"Are you questioning this governor?" Bai Ning knocked his fingers on the table, looking coldly at the general whose name was unknown.

"The last general dared not... just felt... a little forced... that Liao people..."

Before he finished speaking, the teacup was placed on the head desk, and the tea water that touched came out. Bai Ning stood up from the back of the chair, stood up again, and his voice suddenly rose: "I had to be defeated? I had to be forced to fight a war? I could peacefully take back the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun? The world is already chaotic, and there is no simple way to fight a war without blood? Don't talk to me about military tactics with me, such as defeating others without fighting. That's someone else's, and you don't even have a decent thing in front of you. Why should others surrender your soldiers? There are so many difficulties in the world, where can you deal with it without bleeding?"

"The people of Liao are declining... Your Majesty has also given our family an imperial edict, hoping that the great emperor's grace can move the Han people in Liao." Tong Guan spoke, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, but his eyes were not sure where to look. He was probably looking at him like "This is a battlefield, you don't understand." "This general in our family has been through the battlefield for a long time. What he just said is not wrong. There was no war at this time, and the Admiral was really anxious."

Bai Ning turned his head and stared at him, saying clearly word by word: "Now is fighting."

"Of courses, some of you may want to fight, some are afraid, some are also dragging their backs, some are trying to cherish their lives, even if you give them ten years, you can't beat them. And the Jurchens in the White Mountains and Black Waters have been revived for a thousand soldiers and swallowed most of the land of the Liao Kingdom into their pockets. What's the next step? Do you think we have 200,000 soldiers and even tens of thousands of Liao people? What do you think? Will you knock on the gate and press down on us, and swallow up our group of scum that even the Liao people can't beat, and go to our capital to go shopping?"

The Shuai Case was kicked apart by him and fell to the ground.

"Little Guizi... This is not in the palace. Some things in the palace are so I can pass through it if I turn a blind eye. Only the Northern Expedition cannot be passed, Yan Yun cannot take it down. The gates of a country are controlled by the enemy. Maybe half of the country will be destroyed by your forced words."

Bai Ning took a breath and vomited. Tong Guan and even his generals were a little lost and sat there quietly.

"You are so good at it... Little Guizi." He patted Tong Guan's shoulder three times, and his figure disappeared behind the swaying curtain.

While shaking, the skylight outside shone in, and the tent was quiet. After a while, a soldier came in and saw the strange scene inside. He swallowed the words back and hurriedly left.

"Prince, this... this... the Admiral said a little too much." After that, someone spoke.

"Shut up"

Tong Guan scolded him, and Yu Guangzhong glanced at him and was patted on the shoulder three times, then stood up, "You are so skilled in training soldiers. If anyone is embarrassed by the Western Army, there are still a few empty seats left at the gate. If you want to stay above, you can try it."

"Yes..." The generals quickly stood up and bowed.

Tong Guan lifted the curtain and the light outside made him squint his eyes, but he was thinking about another thing, "Three times... what does it mean?"
Chapter completed!