Warring States Call

Chapter 1559 Wen Yuke

The women around saw that Zhang Shun and the others were holding long knives, they didn't look like good men, they were all vicious, they were so frightened that they couldn't even take care of things, and ran away immediately, but under Zhang Shun's order, these few How could a woman run away.

After a while, a few soldiers held weapons in their hands, yelled at these women, and said fiercely: "I'm running around yelling at you, be careful of your own heads!"

"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! You can do whatever you want us to do!" Several timid women immediately begged for mercy. In this war-torn era, the most valuable thing is human life, but human life is very important to his master. , is the most precious, because he has one and only one.

The pitiful looks of these women made the hot hearts of the big men thump. Zhang Shun's hair was dripping with rain, looking at these three or four big men, he immediately scolded: "Give me a boost, this time It's the battlefield, it's a matter of losing your head, don't make trouble for me, if you violate the military law, no one can save you!"

Zhang Shun's greeting made several big men come to their senses. They touched their heads in embarrassment. Zhang Shun put on his armor, looked at the soldiers walking around, and snorted coldly, "Enter the city!"

"Kill!" Hundreds of elite soldiers charged straight up, Zhang Shun held a dental knife in his hand, a pair of tiger eyes full of murderous intent, a group of people came to the edge of the city wall, a few soldiers guarding the gate saw that the momentum was wrong, and immediately shouted: "Quick! Close the door and report to your lord, quick!"

"Let the arrow!" Seeing that the momentum was not right, Zhang Shun immediately called out to the skilled archers behind him.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Zhang Shun suddenly drew out the broadsword in his hand, and said frantically, "Kill! Kill!"

"My lord is not good, the big thing is not good!" A few loyal servants ran all the way to the city wall, and said palely: "There are bandits outside! Come quickly!"

"Fuck you, here is surrounded by the sea, where are the bandits, get out of my way, don't disturb my painting, the sky is big and the earth is big, I have the biggest painting, this ink bamboo painting is almost finished!" Wen Yu But he pushed the official away.

"My lord, it's really too late if I don't leave!" the official said with an ugly expression.

"I tell you to get lost!" Wen Yuke was furious, and suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand, and pressed it against the official's throat, his black beard fluttered like a fairy, and he was almost furious.

Seeing this Wen Yu, the official was already mad, and the clay figurine was even more tempered, let alone him. He said trivially: "I don't know what it means! You want to die yourself, don't drag us!"

After speaking, several officials got up from the ground, spit and ran out, but before taking three steps, Zhang Shun had already led someone to the door, staring at these officials, he snorted coldly: "killed!"

"promise!"

"No! Don't! No!" Several officials cried for their father and mother, and Zhang Shun's two words alone brought a successful conclusion to their journey of life.

"Crack!" There were a few sharp slashing sounds, and seven or eight heads followed the sound. Zhang Shun casually threw the weapon in his hand on the ground, wiped the blood on his body, and muttered to himself: "Really!" It's fucking cold!"

"There's another person here, General!" Several sharp-eyed soldiers said with vigilance, holding broken weapons in their hands, with embarrassing expressions.

"Oh!" Zhang Shun was stunned for a moment, staring at the people in the mansion with tiger eyes, and saw Wen Yuke holding a wine bottle in his left hand and a writing brush in his right hand, moving the brush on the wall like a dragon, continuously, like flowing clouds and flowing water .

Zhang Shun folded his hands in front of his chest, and said with a puzzled expression, "I said that everyone else has run away, why don't you run away, old boy!"

Wen Yuke, however, ignored Zhang Shun and continued to draw his own pictures!Seeing this, the soldiers on both sides snorted coldly, "You're courting death!"

Talking about a few soldiers coming forward with swords, Zhang Shun waved his hands and said, "No need! Let him draw if he wants to! Wait for General Han to come and make a decision!"

"promise!"

Wen Yuke's expression was indifferent, and the brush in his hand suddenly lowered his force, but the last stroke was completed. Wen Yuke looked at the ink bamboo in front of him, and immediately threw the brush in his hand, chanted a mouthful of fine wine, and shouted : "Good! Good! Good!"

Zhang Shun frowned slightly, looked back at Wen Yuke, and said with a cold face: "You idiot! Do you want to die?"

Wen Yuke stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Zhang Shun with a pair of tiger eyes, and said to Zhang Shun: "I have finished the painting, here is the neck, this worthless head, take it if you want it!"

"Do you want to paint without your head? Do you think this painting is more important or this head is more important. I will give you a choice. One, I will destroy this painting, and two, I will kill you. Keep this painting!" Zhang Shun After finishing speaking, he snatched the ghost knife from the side and put it on Wen Yuke's throat, saying calmly.

Wen Yuke laughed and looked at Zhang Shun: "Take the head, but keep the painting!"

"Okay! I'll help you!" Zhang Shun held the knife in both hands, and was about to chop it off, when Wen Yuke hurriedly said, "Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong! I regret it!" Zhang Shun looked at Wen Yuke with a look of disdain. Zhang Shun has seen a person like him who is greedy for life and afraid of death. He used to admire him as a man. in this way.

Wen Yuke looked at Zhang Shun indifferently, turned around, straightened his clothes, picked up the brush that he had just thrown on the ground, put it on the table respectfully, straightened his clothes, Humen stared at Looking at Zhang Shun, he snorted coldly: "This old man is not as miserable as you think! Let's start now!"

Wen Yuke sat on the ground with his head facing his painting, and said solemnly, "Come on!"

Zhang Shun looked at Wen Yu's cumbersome etiquette, his patience had long since worn out, and he suddenly shouted: "Looking for death!"

"Wait a minute!" Hearing a deep voice, Han Shizhong held a bronze sword in his hand, and said calmly: "Since ancient times, loyal and righteous people have never avoided the axe! What do you call sir!"

"Yuke below!" Wen Yuke said calmly.

"Wen Zhong is your Excellency!" Han Shizhong said indifferently.

"Brother!"

"Sure enough, he is a loyal man! Take it down and treat him well!" Han Shizhong said indifferently.

"No need! Just kill the old man!" Wen Yuke looked ready to kill.

"Sir, you are joking, take him away!" Han Shizhong was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he was dragged out directly.

"Why did the general keep him!" Zhang Shun asked with a puzzled expression.

"The Wen brothers are important figures in the king's recovery of Yuedi. If you kill him, you will definitely strengthen your heart to resist the king. Collect stones in the past few days! Wood blocks, block this city! Reinforce the city wall, and change the name of the city to Yancheng. Designate a point for our army to go south to the sea!"

"promise!"

(End of this chapter)