Daming wolf ride

The 670 pairs of eyes looked at the bundle of wooden sticks together, and their eyes never fell on the short sticks inside.

A small wooden stick decides a person's life and death.Whether you can survive or not depends entirely on your luck.

"In order to prove your loyalty to this general, the nine people who got the long lottery must kill the one who got the short lottery together. This is your last chance!"

After finishing speaking, Shi Dayong stopped talking nonsense, and raised his hand to order: "Be alert, anyone who acts recklessly will be killed!"

Immediately, the Changping soldiers raised their guns in unison, closely watched the captured soldiers, and fixed their eyes on them motionlessly.There is no sympathy, no pity, only anger and relief - if it weren't for these eggless bastards, this battle would not have been fought so badly, and so many brothers and sisters should not have died here! [

Not far away, the remaining 180 wolf cavalry led by Cao Bianjiao also appeared in the sight of the captive soldiers.Although there were not many of them, they were still so terrifying. The saber at their waist was held by their side, and the light of the saber was as sharp as practice, which made people stunned.

The faces of the prisoners changed rapidly, as if they were thinking whether they should draw the lottery or not.The Jingying soldiers who were watching from the sidelines became more energetic. It was the first time they saw this method of military law enforcement. They gathered together and laughed and discussed without paying attention to the Jinzhou Army at all.He has no sympathy for those captive soldiers who are about to be executed, but is anxious to see which unlucky ones get short lots.There were even a few soldiers who started handicap betting. The betting game was very simple. They chose the two teams on the side to bet.

The soldiers in the Beijing camp are all helping the market, and the greatest joy of going out is playing with money. Therefore, when someone opened the market, the soldiers in the Beijing camp immediately started to gamble.They never thought that their happiness was based on the pain of those deserters.

The laughter and discussions from the Beijing camp soldiers reached Shi Dayong's ears, which made him a little annoyed. If it was the past, he would have driven them away, and even captured them, so as to teach him a lesson.Now, he could only suppress his anger, glance at them coldly, and ignore them.

The rout was escorted by Zhao Shunshui, a thousand households in the Beijing camp, standing there with two hundred households under him, stomping their feet, chatting and laughing with the two hundred households, and caught a glimpse of the masked general of the Jinzhou Army He gave himself a cold look, and couldn't help cursing: "Bah, he's just a general, what's the big deal!"

One of the two hundreds of households nearby smiled and persuaded: "Qianhu, don't be as cunning as that thief, they kill their people, let's see ours."

The other lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I heard from the father-in-law of the Yumajian that the general in Jinzhou offended Eunuch Gao, and he will have a good day in a few days."

"Oh?" Zhao Shunshui pondered for a while, with a smirk on his face, "No wonder the swords were on the verge of breaking out. It turned out that this general offended our Eunuch Gao. Hehe, there are quite a few horses in the Jinzhou Army, so we have to say hello to the Imperial Horse Supervisor. He eats meat in the Yongwei camp, so he should give us some soup to drink."

"That's right, he can't let him go to the Yongwei Battalion for all the good things in this world. We have to give us at least half of the Jinzhou Army's horses."

The two hundred households laughed and agreed, and one of them swished his eyes at the soldiers who were betting, and his heart was very hot.Zhao Shunshui saw him, laughed and cursed and kicked him over.The hundred households were so happy that they rushed to the hands of the gang of gamblers, pulled the two of them away, pulled up their sleeves, and drank: "I am a banker, and I charge as much as I have. Damn, those who want to win money hurry up!"

Shi Dayong's words couldn't be more clear. The Jinzhou Army is not fake. The prisoners all know that if they refuse to draw lots, those who wait for them will definitely die immediately.

But only one out of ten people is killed, and the chance of winning the short lottery is only one tenth, that is to say, I have a [-]% chance of being able to draw alive. If I draw, I will die immediately, but if I draw, I may die Bless, God bless, don't let me draw that short lottery

In the face of life and death, there is no one who does not think about it. They pray secretly, or talk about various gods, and even talk about the spirit of their parents in the sky to protect them.

Almost all the captive soldiers believed that luck was on their side, and they didn't even think about what would happen if they drew a short lottery.

There is a commotion in the silence, a commotion in the beating of the heart.

"It's time!"

Shi Dayong didn't have time to wait for the prisoners' psychological choices, and he didn't care what these people thought, because this lot must be drawn, and he must kill this person.

He yelled coldly: "Start drawing lots!" [

Immediately, four teams of Changping soldiers rushed forward under the leadership of the officers. They held the roster and wanted to sign, and they moved quickly and swiftly.

One of the Changping soldiers holding long knives was led by General Song Qing, followed by Zhao Xueqi, a scholar from Wuqiao. Signed, and stretched out his hand to the deserter in the front with some reluctance.

When the wooden stick was really placed in front of him, he felt that it was not easy to believe that luck was on his side.

When the threat of death is close at hand, and the hope of survival is close at hand, how many people are willing to face death?

The deserters didn't have much courage, let alone blood, otherwise they would have joined the army after the rebels. The sound of the artillery from the rebels just now exhausted their last bit of courage. At this time, they are like walking dead. What is the heart of resistance.

Almost at the same time, the deserters thought of the thick quicksand and river ice, and of that cold night, when their noses were filled with the smell of blood. In addition to the murderous Liao army, there were also corpses lying everywhere. Limbs and internal organs, as well as dead heads, told them clearly that these Liao soldiers in front of them not only killed people without blinking an eye, but also went through bloody fighting to save their lives.

In front of these Liao soldiers crawling out of the dead, there is only one result of resistance - death!

The heartbeat of that team of deserters immediately accelerated, and the face of the deserter in the front was even more frighteningly green, trembling even more fiercely than Zhao Xueqi.

"The first team is starting to draw lots!" Song Qing yelled fiercely, his ferocious gaze fell on the face of the deserter at the front, "You come first!"

The ten captive soldiers in this group came from the same place. They were all from Qiao County in Beizhili Province.Although they were forced to follow the thieves, they more or less followed the crowd and did some things that made their conscience uneasy.There were even two hands stained with human blood, and now it might be a kind of liquidation for them.

Out of ten people, only nine can live and one will die.Who is the damn one, and will the one I draw be life or death?

The deserters hesitated. They stared blankly at the wooden sticks in Zhao Xueqi's hands, especially the one at the front. They were in great pain and dared not stretch out their hands.

The same scene was played out in the four teams at the same time, with the same expressions, movements, and even eyes, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

"Pick up!"

Song Qing was impatient to wait. What about the sixty or seventy teams? If every team is like this mother-in-law, when will it be over?

Song Qing hated these captive soldiers who fled the battle. Although some of them were his subordinates, he had devoted a lot of effort so that they could form an army as soon as possible and go into battle as soon as possible. , Song Qing's first thought was to kill them all!Not killing these cowards is not enough to relieve hatred, not enough to comfort those heroes who died in battle!Not enough to let those comrades who fought side by side in the land of Liaodong rest in peace.

Now the general will give them another way to survive, and only kill one out of ten. This is really the heart of a bodhisattva. If you want to say, it is better to kill them all. What can you do with these wastes?Look at their bear-packed cowards, how can there be a man.

But since the general said to kill at eleven, let's kill at eleven, and I don't know which guy will be unlucky enough to suffer this blow.

Song Qing's eyes looked over one by one, and the deserters were beating their drums and their scalps were numb.

"Hurry up!" After another yell, the deserter at the front finally stretched out his hand tremblingly. The military uniform on his body was torn and messed up like a beggar. There are blood marks and traces of whipping, which should be the result of being beaten by Beijing soldiers.His face is honest and honest, without the slightest treacherous and tricky appearance that is disgusting.

Under the gaze of his companion behind him, he slowly extended his hand over the wooden stick, stopped there, glanced at Zhao Xueqi, swallowed hard, swiped his finger over the wooden stick, and suddenly pulled out a wooden stick. sign!

Wow! [

He didn't dare to look at what he had drawn, and closed his eyes instinctively.There was silence all around, but he seemed to hear his companion's breathing suddenly increased.

Song Qing hummed softly in his ear, "You're lucky, you have a long-term contract, you're going to work, get out of here!"

Long sign?live!

The deserter was immediately overjoyed as if he had escaped from the sky, and Song Qing's words were as sweet as the sounds of nature. His body was shaking non-stop because of being too excited, even more violently than before, and he let out a long breath, and his whole body relaxed .Some looked back at the other nine people with complicated expressions, murmured slightly, then lowered their heads and walked slowly to the side without saying a word.

Zhao Xueqi curled his lips, he didn't want to be the first to draw the dead lottery, it would be too memorized.

The faces of the other nine people were so ugly, they were envious and worried at the same time, it would be great if he was the one who got the short lottery!

The chance of survival decreased by [-]%, and the psychological fear inexplicably increased.

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