The carriage went north along the official road. What he saw was not only a place where such arrests occurred, but there were even several battles in the middle, but they were soon calmed down. Some of the arrested people were quick-witted and fierce in nature. They fought with the Dongchang man with the people they knew, and they basically treated these people as constables in the yamen.

The closer the carriage is to the city, the greater the movement and chaos. Many people in ordinary clothes are catching knives and wearing ordinary clothes are fleeing everywhere. Once they meet people from the East Factory, they form formations to resist. It seems that everyone on the East Factory will have some kung fu in their hands. It seems to be a martial arts movement, but their cooperation is quite tacit understanding. Suddenly, they fight, and four or five people on the other side will be taken down in a few breaths. The dead will be handed over to another group of people to drag them away. The alive will be tied with a rope and taken to the other side.

Seeing this, Tong Guan and Guo Yaoshi seemed to have seen something.

"These people... we probably understand." Tong Guan rubbed a strand of Hu Jian and said half-squinted: "Some Liao soldiers in Zhuozhou have probably not forgotten their homeland, so they secretly changed hands in the city and hid among the people, wanting to wait for an opportunity to act."

"Maybe that's the case... Then Privy Council, are we going to see that Cao Qianhu?" Guo Yaoshi bowed and looked across from the other side with the intention of asking.

"Go, I am the commander of the Northern Expedition. Although the Dongchang has nothing to do with me, the admiral of the Dongchang is not here, so our family will go and talk to Cao Shaoqing."

When the two of them were talking in a deep voice, they had already arrived at their destination. When the shaft of the car stopped, Tong Guan frowned, and a strong blood was spread in the air. After walking through a section of the official road under the Zhuozhou city wall, a simple platform was built in a circle surrounded by a prison chariot.

From a distance, Cao Shaoqing, wearing a black python palace robe, sat steadily on the chair wearing a palace hat. Four hundred households he raised up with his own hands, and the white dragon sword was quietly holding one of the hundred households, with his inner figure under his feet, staring at the row of kneeling people below with wide eyes.

Tong Guan's eyes narrowed. He came out of the palace and was very familiar with his sitting posture with his inner horoscope. Then he carried his hands over. Most of the prison chariots on both sides were full of fierce faces. Although they were dressed like people, Tong Guan had been in the army for many years, and he didn't know that these were fighting men who fought all year round?

On the other side, a fan had already told the black-robed eunuch about Tong Guan coming. Cao Shaoqing looked at him sideways and waved his hand to let the fan retreat. He stood up lazily and bowed to Tong Guan who came over: "The thousand households in the East Factory have met Tong Shumi." Then, he stretched out his arms: "Please sit down."

Cao Shaoqing hooked his fingers and asked someone to bring a wooden chair.

"Yes." Tong Guan walked up to the platform, and said a simple nostalgia in his nose. He raised his robe and sat down. He picked up the teacup brought by others, drank it, looked at the screams below, cried bitterly, and knelt in abusive manner. The crowd was imprisoned and said in silence: "You are doing things in the East Factory, but why don't you know that the Privy Council calls me, so I can send someone to cooperate."

"This is not necessary." Cao Shaoqing rarely smiled slightly without expression, but he looked a little stiff.

Tong Guan's voice subsided: "Does Cao Qianhu think that this Privy Council is here to steal your credit?"

"No..." Cao Shaoqing sat on the chair and spit out a simple word, and then a man came to report: "Report to the thousand households, the interrogation was completed, there were 134 innocent people, and there were 376 Liao soldiers. There was also a commander, but he had committed suicide during the arrest and brought the body back."

"Let the innocent be released..." Cao Shaoqing raised his hand and hesitated when he talked about the innocent person involved. Originally, he would rather kill him by mistake than let him go, but he still considered that Zhuozhou had just taken it back and the people were unstable and they were too fierce to kill him. After thinking about it, he waved his hand, "Drag the rest to the other side and chopped it up."

"Yes." The man bowed and left.

Cao Shaoqing turned his face and looked at the commander over there, "When Shaoqing left, the governor had ordered that he should not let Tong Shumi get his hands dirty and let him get his things cleanly."

"..." The wind blew the robe under him, and Tong Guan looked at the eunuch silently.

Guo Yaoshi stood there, listening carefully to every word, but he couldn't tell what they meant in their words. Instead, the soldiers imprisoned in the chariot and jail cursed at him. After all, he had been stationed in Zhuozhou, and some of the Liao people had seen him.

"It's the mess of Yaoshi Guo... I heard that he turned against him on the battlefield."

“…I still have the face to come…”

"Dog thing...Master Guo! I won't let you go if I become a ghost. Liu Kan is waiting for you below first!"

"I'm going first, waiting for you below!"

"I..."

...

One by one, he shouted out from these Liao soldiers who were in a very desolate situation. Even if he whipped it, he would not retreat. Among these people, Guo Yaoshi actually looked familiar, and perhaps he had seen it, but when he was scolded by the name, his heart felt like he was blocked, his blood and blood surged, his face turned red and white, as if he was ashamed and angry.

He clenched his fists and his whole body was trembling.

On the other side, Cao Shaoqing did not pull the words on the other party, and was still saying to Tong Guan: "The East Factory has never surpassed its work. After Zhuozhou was taken down, there were naturally civil officials to maintain the livelihood of the people, the yamen and the army to maintain public order. The East Factory was the saying that when the yamen was opened, it was the sword of the emperor, and the robbers were killed, and the people were arrested. Now these people are trapped by the army, and aren't they in the hands of the East Factory?"

"Don't do it too much..." Tong Guan sighed. He felt that there was nothing to talk about. When he got up and left, he reminded the other party, but it was hard to say whether the other party would buy him face.

"The Privy Councilor is gone." Cao Shaoqing bowed his hand and then sat back on the chair, his eyes drooped, and his hands waved. A hundred households beside him stepped forward and bent down.

"Kill the remaining more than a hundred people together, so as not to escape the net."

The hundred-hun nodded and retreated.

Cao Shaoqing picked up the teacup, brushed the tea cover, and leaned back. In the sunlight, rows of people were pulled to a nearby place, "Kneel down! Bang!" Fanzi held the knife and tapped the back of the neck with the handle of the knife, or kicked the knees with his feet, causing them to kneel on the ground.

The thin lips, which were covered with rouge, left the teacup and covered it for a moment.

A row of rounds stepped forward, drew their swords and shone them out, and raised them into the sky, reflecting the sun's light, and then slashed straight down.

Puff puff puff

The sword light was long, and rows of people fell to the ground, dozens of blood threads erupted and poured onto the ground.

A hundred household sucked the air and waved: "Drag it away and replace it with another batch."

Among the prisoners, some people struggled and were taken forward. When they were dying, they roared and roared in the sky: "Long live the Great Liao"

"Long live the Great Liao"
Chapter completed!