Lord of the Desert

Chapter 392 Military Law
The time seems to have come.

But Qiu Yuankui, who had always been a peacemaker, couldn't do it at this moment. He felt that he was standing alone in the hall today, and he was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. If he continued to try to smooth things over, he would betray something in his heart. He felt nervous just thinking about it.

"Sima Chen."

He looked at the marching Sima Chen Yan.

"What is the crime according to military law for those who violated the ban today in Chao's camp?"

"Reporting to Lord Baisheng, there are thirty-nine people who violated the ban today, including one military marquis, three captains, and seven main offenders, a total of eleven people should be beheaded, and the rest should be flogged."

Chen Yan bowed and returned without thinking.

Chao Zheng glared at him when he heard that.

Qiu Yuankui put his hands behind his back and said after a moment: "We have to follow military law."

After hearing this, Chao Zheng stood up suddenly.

"A certain family is dissatisfied!"

His voice rose high and spread beyond the courtyard.

"Mr. Baisheng, Mengzi has been with me for five years. He has fought against tyranny for justice and has never frowned in blood and fire. That's why he has become a military marquis. Even if he made a mistake today, how can it offset his merits in hundreds of battles?"

This question stumped Qiu Yuankui.

The Hundred Victories Army's violent attack on Yunlan was sudden, and the several innate heroes present and their new forces were the main responders to the call.

There is no doubt that they have made contributions.

Qiu Yuankui was obviously hesitant.

"Mr. Bai Sheng, it's not a big deal anyway. Why make a fuss when the remnants of the Feng family are still here?"

Lan Hai noticed his hesitation and advised him.

Chao Zheng had already been certain that Qiu Yuankui would not take action. He glanced at Gu Yixin again and saw the newly wounded spear leader sitting in a corner like a statue, silently holding his spear and listening without saying anything. He suddenly felt relieved.

Years of friendship, reputation for justice, connections, qualifications, the overall situation...

Lord Baisheng has been trapped in heavy shackles, and Xu Yuntao, as a rebel general of the Tianfeng Army, does not have the power to suppress the various rebel armies.

But there are some people here who are from other places and they don’t buy it.

"Xian Hexia Mantian really doesn't live up to his reputation as a hero."

Hong Fan sat in an armchair, leaning his hands on the hilt of the Mingshen sword, and suddenly spoke sarcastically.

"But there is one thing I don't understand. In your eyes, how many women can that military marquis rape today and how many civilian heads can he be worth?"

"If we talk about merits, don't the Feng family's ancestors have more to say than all of you here?"

Lan Hai's face suddenly changed and he was speechless for a moment.

"Are you going to ask about a certain brother's affairs, Chisha?"

Chao Zheng sneered.

"No, I want to ask about your business."

Hong Fan stared at him.

"He allowed his men to plunder, was afraid of fighting and ruined the war situation, and did not obey General Xu's orders."

"Master Chao, why don't you also count your own merits?"

Chao Zheng couldn't laugh anymore because of Hong Fan's stare.

"It's easy for Chisha to say that, but can't the boys take a break after they can't fight anymore?"

He tried to make excuses.

"Don't mess around and ruin the good situation of the rebel army!"

Hearing this, Hong Fan laughed out of anger: "Everyone in the world knows that the Iron Palm can't tolerate any sand in its eyes. If Brother Duan were still here, I don't think you would have the courage to say what you just said!"

"Don't wave the banner of the Iron Palm Lord..."

Chao Zheng replied instinctively, but suddenly he remembered that Duan Tiannan's coffin was still in the back hall. His mouth became dry and he couldn't utter the second half of his words.

The scene was silent for a moment.

"Master Chao must give an explanation for what happened today."

Hong Fan became impatient and threatened him.

"Liangzhou kid, are you threatening me?"

Chao Zheng frowned.

"Did I get the name Bloody Slaughterer from being scared?"

"I came here tonight to respect Lord Baisheng's righteousness. Since you don't know what's good for you, I'll make a promise - in future righteous army meetings, you Hong Fan will be there but I Chao Zheng will not be there!"

He said this and turned to leave.

"Chao Zheng!"

Hong Fan stood up and shouted, "Today you disobeyed the military order and disrespected me in person. If you dare to leave this hall before the matter is resolved, you will be guilty of running away."

"Don't say you didn't predict what you said!"

Chao Zheng paused slightly and turned his head to look back at Hong Fan. He saw that the latter's eyes were surrounded by pure whites, reflecting the firelight as if burning charcoal, emitting substantial pressure.

He called him "Hong Fan's kid", but he knew in his heart that this man could brave the strong winds and kill tyrants with his own hands. Whether in terms of courage or ability, he was undoubtedly one of the best among the young generation in Jiuzhou.

He took the initiative to avoid further exacerbating the conflict.

But Chao Zheng didn't expect that Hong Fan would press on step by step and not give in at all.

The situation suddenly became tense, like a sword being drawn half an inch from its sheath.

Bloody Butcher is a well-known outlaw hero of Huaiyang State. He possesses the innate three-in-one martial arts and cannot afford to be cowardly in front of everyone.

"Hongfan, the Three Commanderies are not Xijing!"

He gritted his teeth and shouted, then walked out of the courtyard reluctantly.

Hong Fan did not move.

Gu Yixin, who had been holding a gun in the corridor and silently listening to people arguing for an hour, suddenly put down the gun.

There was a dull sound of "thump".

Chao Zheng had just stepped out of the door when he felt a chill on the back of his neck when he heard the voice. He hurriedly stopped and looked back, just in time to see Gu Yixin raising his eyes and looking at him with a dry and fierce gaze.

At that moment, the air in the courtyard seemed to be electrified.

"The Spear Master..."

Chao Zheng opened his mouth to speak, but before he could finish his words, a streak of iron light like a meteor was already approaching his face.

Less than half an hour later.

The body of the Bloody Butcher had been carried down, and several soldiers were washing the bloodstained tiles outside the courtyard with buckets of water.

The leaders of the rebel army were either shocked or frightened. They said nothing more about what happened today and dispersed one after another.

At this time, the moonlight was dim and the candles were mostly burned out, and the courtyard in the midsummer was a little more quiet.

"Thank you both for what happened today. I was embarrassed at that time."

Qiu Yuankui whispered.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but add another sentence.

"But if we kill the Bloody Butcher on the spot, I'm afraid it will hurt the relationship with other rebels."

Hong Fan shook his head when he heard this.

"Mr. Qiu is overthinking."

"Now that Feng Jianke is dead, the fate of Huaiyang is like a candle in the wind. Regardless of the fate of the remnants of the Feng family, the three counties will not be able to accommodate any righteous army in the future."

"Mr. Qiu and Marshal Xu might as well think more about what will happen next."

After he finished speaking, he bowed slightly and left with Gu Yixin.

The courtyard became increasingly empty.

Xu Yuntao sighed silently.

Qiu Yuankui looked at the bare branches of the trees in the yard that had withered during the five signs of decay, and felt a little bewildered.

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June twenty-seventh.

The clouds were as broken as yesterday, and a light rain began to fall at dawn.

At 6 a.m., the rebels cooked in the rain, and half an hour later they marched out of the camp.

The soldiers, dressed neatly, crossed the wet avenue in the north city and saw a new wooden platform at the intersection.

On the stage, the eleven criminals from the Chao Camp knelt in a row with their hands tied behind their backs. Their heads were all taken off and neatly placed in front of them.

These people were tortured around sunrise. The skin and flesh at the broken necks had shrunk and turned white, and all the blood had been drained.

Xu Yuntao, wearing a bamboo hat, watched the coalition forces split up at the fork in the road - the Baisheng Army went in the middle, Qingyujian went to the right, and the left wing was still the Hongxia Army and Chaoziying.

Last night, after the meeting, Lan Hai was restless and went back to the camp in the middle of the night to express his feelings, but the person he looked for was not Qiu Yuankui but Gu Yixin and Hong Fan.

The army pressed into the east city, their footsteps muddled by the sound of rain.

Compared with yesterday, the rain eliminated three points of the scorching heat, but added seven points of humidity.

The army will take over.

Hong Fan stopped with his sword in hand, and looked through the blue brick walls and tiles covered with a layer of water film at the enemy's defense line dozens of feet away.

Wooden chevaux de frise were set up in the middle of the street.

A dense formation of heavily armored spearmen was at the rear.

On both sides, the pointed corners of the conical hats and the sharp eyes of the crossbowmen were revealed from behind the roof ridges.

(End of this chapter)