Xu Qiangli licked the blood beads that splashed on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of satisfaction seemed to be revealed in his pupils.

This kind of pleasure of determining a similar kind of life and death with his own hands fills Xu Chaoli's internal organs, making him feel comfortable to eat and drink. He knew that he was a full-fledged hawk, so he should do what the hawk and dog do. And the most important point is that he could feel happiness from doing this!

Especially looking at the soldiers who were caught by him, punished and beheaded according to military laws and regulations, the miserable wails and the hot blood made him feel the sublimation of life and the excitement of spirit!

Didn’t he know that the war is not good and the situation is corrupt?

But what does that have to do with him?

That is something that Prime Minister Cao and the envoy need to worry about. Isn’t he a small servant who has the power to use today?

Xu Chaoli's Xie Feng crown is always a little taller than others, not much, half an inch taller.

This will make his height look taller and more powerful.

Of course, Xu Chaoli also knew that there were height-enhancing insoles... Oh, height-enhancing clogs, but it was difficult to move after wearing height-enhancing clogs, so he chose to increase his shark crown.

After all, this Xie Feng crown is all the dignity of him from the Tingwei Mansion to the Luoyang Marshal's Office, and also the representative of his entire authority. It is the halo that enveloped him.

Just as he could use the halo of the wizard crown to lift the skirts of the women, check whether he had hidden some food under the skirts, or kick open the door of the house, claiming that someone reported that he had seen a spy flip into the hospital.

He is a law enforcement officer, and he is the Xiezi who represents justice.

As long as he wears this Xie Zhu crown.

"Military law clearly states—"

『According to military law——』

He likes to drag the words out and emphasize them, and then watch the dignity of those sentenced people crushed on the soles of his boots.

Twenty years ago, when Xu Zheng was still called Xu Ergou, he didn't even dare to look at the carvings on the threshold of the county government.

That year, his father was under the plaque "Hanging High in the Mirror" of the county seat, and was sentenced to stripped of trousers and parade in the streets because he could not afford to pay the responsibilities.

The saliva and thick phlegm spit out by the officials of the government office flowed down his father's face and body along his father's naked and thin ribs.

The envoys above the high hall obviously would not let these minor officials do such things, but his father did not give these minor officials benefits, so these minor officials would certainly not let their father have a good time.

The saliva flowing on his father's back, mixed with the ridicule of the people watching around the street, penetrated into Xu Ergou's bone marrow.

It also made him realize that the majesty of this great man was not in the Chongde Hall where the emperor was, but in the three-foot iron ruler in the hands of the soap clerk.

Those untouchables, when facing the people of the same identity, had no sympathy, only ruthless ridicule and ridicule, and those happy expressions were also imprinted in Xu Ergou's heart, making him now face other ordinary people and ordinary soldiers, and when he saw them begging, he would scold him in his heart!

Back then, his father was shackled and paraded like a dog in the street. Why didn’t these guys come forward and say a fair word? No one asks for his father?

Although the majority of people were silent, those expressions standing in the front row, laughing, and twisting their faces to watch the fun also left scars in Xu Ergou's heart that would never heal.

So, now these ordinary people and ordinary soldiers are in his hands and want to beg?

ha!

Please humble maid!

When passing through the urn city, Xu Zhengli suddenly saw a soldier guarding the bush and hurriedly stuffed half of the wheat cake into the arrow bag...

The action of the soldiers guarding the pile made Xu Fu tremble all over, like a hungry dog ​​smelling the fishy flesh.

『Private military rations!』

The iron ruler was heavily pulled into the knees of the garrison soldiers.

『Kneel down!』

He enjoyed the sound of the kneecap colliding with the city bricks when the other party knelt down, which reminded him of the cold touch of the blue bricks when he was holding tea under the corridor of Tingwei Mansion ten years ago.

『Steel!』

When the wooden stick hit him, he specially adjusted the angle, and the splashed blood could stain him and splash on his bronze talisman. After the bronze swallowing beast was stained red by blood, it finally had a bit of true charm.

When dusk fell, Xu Zhengli was checking the list of today's punishments, some were circled with cinnabar pens, and some were just written in black ink.

These are all "silkworms" that were investigated and punished by him today and executed.

He respectfully raised the list over his head and delivered it to Man Chong.

Man Chong took the roster and glanced at it, three red circles and more than ten black names.

Within normal range.

All soldiers are damaged, as long as they are within the normal range, they are just numbers.

Will the Han government remember the names of all the people?

No, there is only a number.

And it will be written outlined.

"Good job." Man Chong said lightly, "Thank you for your hard work, let's go."

Xu Ergou lay down, shook his crown, and his tone was gentle and peaceful, "This is what my subordinates should do..."

...

...

In the sound of the clapper at midnight, Wang Yun touched into the corpse shed.

In the dim moonlight, the cold corpses were arranged in a row, stacked, emitting blood and stench.

He found the body of something long.

The headless body was not even wrapped in a straw mat, and was directly stacked in the pile of civilians who died in battle yesterday.

He pulled away the crotch armor on Shilong and looked carefully at the silk cloth under the crotch armor.

The originally plain silk cloth has now been stained with blood, and it is purple and black...

Wang Yun pulled out the silk cloth with force, and then looked at the moonlight outside the shed and found that the silk cloth was not a whole piece, but had long been broken.

"This..." Wang Yun suddenly remembered that this was not evidence of "cooperating with the enemy", but just items collected from the Hussars who died in battle!

Because the logistics support of the Hussar soldiers is better than that of the Cao army, the Cao army soldiers will subconsciously touch the bodies of these Hussar soldiers during the battle, and then pick up what can be used...

Of course, these things must be handed over according to the rules.

However, most of the time, they will not be handed over. After all, the ones that come from the bodies of these Hussars, whether it is armor, medical bags, or half a piece of wheat cake, are scarce for Cao's soldiers...

"Why……"

Wang Yun sighed deeply.

His sigh echoed in the corpse shed, as if there was a faint echo of the wronged soul.

"Mr....Is it really necessary to take this step?"

Outside the corpse shed, the voice of the Gunto Military Academy floated out of the shadow, and the pottery bowl in his hand was filled with half a bowl of water. "The surname is Xu, I killed three "collusion enemies" today... If these dogs were discovered..."

Without wine, water can only be used instead of sacrifice.

Wang Yun's nails were pinched into his palm.

He remembered that during the morning inspection, he saw Xu Duwei's men tearing down the door panels of the private households as firewood.

Those door panels that once attached "the country is prosperous and the people are safe" and "the family is lucky" eventually turned into bonfires used by the top officials of Cao's army and military academy to keep warm.

"You are..."

The voice of the head military academy suddenly seemed to be cut off. He saw Wang Yun using the long solidified blood to paint the defense map of Luoyang City on the half piece of plain silk.

More than ten years of military life allow Wang Yun to draw the rough layout of Luoyang City even with his eyes closed.
Chapter completed!