Zhengtu 464_Zhengtu full text free reading_ comes from

Han Jiang, who thought he would definitely die, ate and drank a lot every day, and was so fat that he had developed many ways of dying for himself. He felt very calm. He thought that he was dragged to the execution ground that day, when he was a typical example, would he have to shout again twenty years later! He thought it was a bit funny, it would be better!

But when more than a dozen guards walked into his room silently, tied him up silently, took him out of the government office and moved along the street, his heart still jumped up wildly, and his originally rosy face turned pale, but it turned out that he was not that strong, which made him feel a little shame.

Death is not scary, and the process of waiting for death makes people frighten. On the battlefield, life and death are just in that moment. Sometimes, you don’t even feel the slightest fear, and you have already returned to the underworld. But now, every step you take, you will walk one more step towards hell, and you don’t know how long this road to the underworld is. He finally feels a little scared.

When more than a dozen guards escorted Han Jiang out of the government office, there were already a group of about a hundred soldiers from the Fifth Battalion outside, waiting for Han Jiang to come out.

The Meng people did not break through Shuntian Prefecture at the beginning, which made the Shuntian Prefecture city still maintain its former prosperity. Moreover, due to the large number of fugitives pouring into the city of Zhou, it was crowded. Although the war was over, many refugees did not have time to return to their hometown. In the corners and under the eaves, the ragged refugees were crowded, and next to each other, under the obstruction of the soldiers on both sides of the street, they still kept trying to squeeze into the middle of the street. Looking at Han Jiang, the eyes were extremely bad, full of hatred and hostility. This man was a general of the Meng people, and he heard that he was a Yue people. Someone whispered in the crowd, which made the streets that were a little quiet for a moment, and An Ran shouted and scolded.

Even after experiencing the battlefield and killing people, Han Jiang still felt a little numb and soft when he looked at the extreme hatred in his eyes.

A sharp scream and scolding sounded, "**Your grandma!" Accompanied by the scream and scolding was a piece of black mud picked from the ground, smashing it very accurately. With a snap, it hit Han Jiang's head, making his head buzzing, and his eyes turned black.

With one person at the beginning, the people on both sides of the street suddenly became bolder, mud, rotten vegetables, and tattered shoes with foul shoes. They flew towards the center of the street like raindrops and were tied up with Han Jiang.

Han Jiang's body was filled with countless dirty things in an instant. Even the soldiers escorted around him were implicated, and they all turned into a group of beggars while breathing.

"Kill him!" someone was shouting.

"Kill him!" More people began to respond.

The crowd began to stir up. They rushed towards the middle desperately, and the thrown things gradually changed. With a bang, a stone was actually hit on a soldier's shield. The soldiers who maintained the alert gradually couldn't bear it anymore. These soldiers were all soldiers in Luzhou Town. Many of them were temporarily recruited from these refugees, and they were still too far from a qualified soldier, or they also hoped to cut Han Jiang into pieces.

Feng Junyi, the captain of Zhiguo who was responsible for escorting Han Jiang, saw that something was wrong. If this continues, Han Jiang will be killed if he can't even walk out of this street. He knew that his escort object would not die for the time being, and General Yun Zhao would still summon him.

With a swish, he pulled out his waist knife and shouted loudly: "Let the array and protect him!"

With his roar, more than a hundred soldiers shouted, and more than a hundred big swords were unsheathed almost at the same time. The sharp blades shone in the air, and shields stood up one by one. In the blink of an eye, these soldiers were already hidden among the swords and shields.

"Go forward!" Feng Junyi shouted.

The soldiers shouted loudly and stepped down neatly. The unique aura of death and uniform movements of the soldiers of the Fifth Battalion obviously made the refugees on both sides of the street retreat a little. Their movements slowed down slightly. Taking advantage of this moment, Feng Junyi and Han Jiang were already moving forward rapidly. These were all veterans on the battlefield, and they were the most aware of these subtle changes.

The refugees were obviously frightened by the power of these soldiers. When they realized that the soldiers had disappeared from the other end of the street.

Outside the gate of the Fifth Battalion, dozens of logs were erected early, and each log was tied to a Mongolian officer. Those were the officers among the infantrymen who surrendered with Han Jiang. At this moment, their faces were ashes, with their heads hanging down and their eyes closed waiting for death.

At the end, a log on the platform was still empty. Obviously, it was prepared for Han Jiang. This was a temporary execution ground. Han Jiang looked pale and his steps forward seemed extremely heavy. The Meng officers on both sides watched Han Jiang being pressed, but their eyes turned slightly and were lifeless. They were captured these days, but they had not received such treatment as Han Jiang. On the contrary, they suffered a lot.

Thousands of soldiers from the Fifth Battalion were facing their backs to the execution ground, holding spears, and standing solemnly. Outside this circle, countless people were gathering.

"General Han, save me!" Han Jiang suddenly heard a sharp voice, and he turned his head suddenly. It was Puwang, a Mongolian officer who had just passed the 20-year-old, his deputy. If he survived, he would be a good general. Han Jiang smiled bitterly. He was about to go on the road with him and he couldn't protect himself. How to save him?

"I don't want to die. I have an old mother and two sisters at home. If I die, they will become slaves to others!" Puwang cried loudly. He spoke in Mongolian language, and almost no one around could understand it, but looking at his expression, everyone knew that he was begging for mercy. This Meng dog was scared! The crowd burst into laughter, and there were endless ridicule.

In a large tent not far from the execution ground, soldiers surrounded by them. Unlike other places, the soldiers here appear taller and more fierce. One side of the tent is completely open. On a row of Grand Master's chairs, Yun Zhao, Zhuo Yiming, Yao Changkun, Wang Qiang, Wang Gui and other Anqing border troops were smiling. Puwang's sharp shouts came in. Zhuo Yiming didn't understand Mongolian words, and not only said strangely: "What is this Meng Gouzi shouting?"

Yun Zhao smiled and said, "This person is scared. He wants Han Jiang to save his life. He said that he has an old mother and two sisters. If he dies, they will become slaves to others."

Zhuo Yiming showed a look of disgust on his face. "Do not do to others what he does not want others to do to others. Since he also has his mother and sister, how can he be so cruel to other people's brothers and sisters? Such people are so pleasing to kill them."

"Who is this person?" Yun Zhao turned to Li Fugui. These criminals were handed over to the Fifth Battalion for interrogation.

"This person is called Puwang, Han Jiang's deputy." Li Fugui said: "It's strange. During the interrogation a few days ago, this guy's neck was very hard. Why did he become timid today?"

Yun Zhao smiled and said, "What's so strange about this? In the past, when we Dayue people caught prisoners, they were kind-hearted and seldom killed and surrendered on a large scale. This guy has a good status. I want to know these allusions and think we won't kill him. Of course, we have to perform better, but when things come to an end, we find that it's not the same thing, so we are naturally afraid. By the way, which tribe this person comes from?"

Li Fugui was stunned when asked, his face turned red suddenly, and his face was tingling with oil. "This, this, General, this guy seems to be from a small tribe. I haven't heard of the name before, so I didn't care about it."

Yun Zhao nodded thoughtfully, "Very good, Li Mazi, arrange it, this person stay."

"Ah, what's the use of leaving him? A coward was wearing the skin of a soldier in vain!" Li Fugui was a little surprised.

"It is precisely because he is afraid of death and has thoughts that it is useful to us. Stay there and leave it to Guo Feng!" Yun Zhao said.

"Oh!" Li Fugui reached out to call a captain and whispered a few instructions.

While speaking, Han Jiang was already entrusted to the big tent. Two guards stepped forward, pressed Han Jiang's shoulders, and kicked each one without any hesitation, accurately kicking Han Jiang's knee. With a slap, Han Jiang couldn't help but kneel down in front of the big tent.

Yun Zhao stood up, walked out of the tent, walked to Han Jiang, looked at the other party, and said coldly: "Han Jiang, when you surrendered to Mengren, did you think that today would be there?"

Han Jiang tried his best to raise his head. Although his face was pale, he shouted loudly: "Die is dead, so why should you say too much!"

Yun Zhao sneered, "Yes, for soldiers, death is not terrible, just like those men. They died. On the Mongol Yuan side, they were righteous men, and someone missed them, and what about you? Along the way, as a former Dayue man, I have a feeling in my heart that it feels bad to be hated by millions of people and scolded me?"

Han Jiang's face turned blue and red. He wanted to refute, but he finally lowered his head weakly.

"Hold him up and let him observe the punishment. Han Jiang, have you seen it? The highest execution platform is for you!" Yun Zhao shouted coldly, "But before this, I will let you take a good look at the consequences of the invader! Execution!"

The man in the front lined up with a noose on his neck. The two soldiers shouted and pulled him up in the air. The man tied with Meng was tied up with his hands, leaving only his feet in the air, his face fluttering purple. In a moment, his tongue was spit out long, and the person hung in the air and never moved again.

The first one just died, but the second one was pulled up immediately. The Anqing border army actually executed one after another.

There were countless people watching at this time. At the beginning, everyone was still cheering. Every Mongolian man was pulled up to the sky, which attracted a burst of cheers. However, after more than ten people were executed in a row, the cheering sound gradually became smaller, and the people in the capital began to look pale. In the tent, most of the Luzhou civil servants led by Zhuo Yiming looked extremely ugly. Some people quietly shrank behind the people and began to retching quietly.

"Yun Zhao, you cut them with one knife, why bother so much?" Han Jiang shouted.

"When these Mongolians entered Luzhou, did they ever feel any pity for the people under their blade?" Yun Zhao sneered.

"You kill me first!" Han Jiang shouted.

"Han Jiang, are you really impatient to die? Yes, but you can't see Wuyun Qiqige again, you can't see your son anymore. Well, I forgot to tell you that Wuyun Qiqige is pregnant again, you don't know yet, right?" Yun Zhao laughed.

"How do you know?" Han Jiang's face changed drastically.

"As long as I want to know, there is nothing I can't know!" Yun Zhao said coldly.

"Han Jiang, tell me, do you want to die?"

"Me, I... can I survive?" Han Jiang lowered his head.

Yun Zhao laughed proudly, "Of course you can live without death!"

Zhengtu 464_Zhengtu full text free reading_ has been updated!
Chapter completed!