Daming wolf ride

The second person who drew lots was a tall young man. Song Qing couldn't help being surprised when he saw his figure. This boy was considered strong, so why wasn't he singled out and killed in Shahe that day.

Maybe it was dark and he was in a hurry, so he missed this kid, Song Qing thought.Immediately smiled coldly, let's see how lucky you are!

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you smoke!" Song Qing shouted, and pretended to lift the tip of the knife, threatening the tall young man to kill him immediately if he didn't smoke.

Zhao Xueqi was afraid that Song Qing would kill someone suddenly, so he hurriedly urged the young man: "Draw it quickly, draw it quickly, maybe it's a birth lottery. If you don't draw it, you will die immediately." But in his heart he scolded the butchers of the Jinzhou Army Shahe killed 1000 people, but now he is going to kill again. Don’t they know that these deserters are not soldiers at all? They are just helping farmers who have just put down their farm tools and picked up their swords. Do you expect them to be able to fight like you, joke!Returning to the military law, what kind of law is the military, are these people your Jinzhou soldiers!

It seems that it is not safe to follow this surname Shi, this guy kills without blinking an eye, it is safer to follow Eunuch Gao, and the future is more secure.However, what Eunuch Gao wants to do is that if Wang Tiande doesn't want to do it, the matter will probably go to waste.

Zhao Xueqi was a little distracted, and didn't wake up until the young man's hand was stretched out in front of him, and he quickly clenched it for him to pump.

Just like the one just now, this tall young man was equally nervous, and the hand that drew the lottery was also trembling, but he stretched out his hand and drew the second one without hesitating for long...

He didn't close his eyes, but went directly to see the result. After seeing it, he was instantly relieved - he had drawn a long lottery.

"Okay, you're alive, stand over there!" Without saying a word, Song Qing waved his hand to signal the young man to step aside.

"Next!"

The third one was still a long lottery, and the deserter who was drawn immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and ran away excitedly.However, the breathing of the remaining seven people continued to increase. Although the three people in front were lucky enough to survive, the chances of them being unlucky and short-drawn have actually increased a little bit, which could kill them at any time. .

People are so strange, when someone else's death can bring their own life, everyone is cursing the two people who have drawn a long lottery.If someone else dies for them, they will be ecstatic again, and they will not sympathize with that unlucky companion at all.

The fourth lottery draw was a middle-aged deserter. He should be close to forty years old. I don’t know if it’s because he’s old, he’s seen the world a lot, or it’s true, or he was frightened, and he grinned at the others behind him. , then walked in front of Zhao Xueqi, pointed to the three companions who had drawn the long lottery and asked: "If I want to draw the short one, will I be killed by them?"

"One person, one knife, do you think you can still live?" Zhao Xueqi replied angrily, when is this, this guy still cares about this, with your body, can you survive nine knives?

After hearing this, the middle-aged deserter breathed out, looked very calm, and said to himself: "Okay, God wants us to die, we can't live, if God wants us to live, we definitely can't die! Hit! Smoked!" I just drew a wooden stick and held it up, it turned out to be a long stick too!

"You're lucky, stand over there!" Song Qing waved his hand.

Feeling relieved, the middle-aged deserter bowed to Song Qing, then walked to the side, muttering as he walked: "We have already said that our father will protect us, and our mother will also protect us."

Next is the fifth and sixth... The strange thing is that after eight people were drawn in a row, none of them got the short lottery. This made Song Qing and Zhao Xueqi wonder. Birth visa!

Zhao Xueqi even took a peek at the lottery he was holding tightly in his hand, and found that the short lottery was indeed still there, so he was convinced that there is such a thing as luck in this world.

The excitement of the eight deserters who survived has not subsided. They stood there, visibly trembling slightly, and two of their calves were still trembling violently.In the snow not far from them, there were a few human heads rolling down. They were deserters from other teams who were drawn to death and executed.The blood rolled all over the ground, and the blood-spitting body without the head made them feel the preciousness of being alive.They swear, never run again, never run again

In the world, there are pros and cons, some are happy and some are unlucky and weep and fear.

The faces of the last two remaining deserters were so pale that there was no blood at all, their teeth were clenched up and down, and the young man in front seemed to have lost his soul, staring blankly at the last two sticks in Zhao Xueqi's hand, It's like being stupid. [

The eight deserters who had drawn long lotteries knew that this young man used to be a clerk at a rice shop in the county town. His surname was Zhang, and his very festive name was Fulai.Among the crowd, he was the least courageous. When the rebels fired artillery, he was the one who yelled the loudest and ran the fastest.Another surnamed Zhou, I don't know what his name is, but everyone calls him Tuesday on weekdays.

There are only two left, and one of them must be a dead lot. There is no doubt that one of Zhang Fulai and Tuesday will draw a short lot and be killed!

As long as the death lottery is drawn by him, the other nine fellow countrymen will kill him mercilessly to prove their loyalty to the Jinzhou Army and that they will never back down again.

Could it be that he is the damned one?

Zhang Fulai and Tuesday had no choice, they could only resign themselves to fate, either he was drawn or I was drawn, there could be no other ending.

Zhang Fulai's face was dirty, as if he hadn't washed his face for several months, and he couldn't tell what he looked like at all, but there was a large scar on his forehead, as if he had been shaved by a cannon, with blood clots clotted on it. Still bright red.

At this moment, his feet seemed to be extremely heavy, and he couldn't lift them no matter what, and his chest was also very stuffy, with a feeling of suffocation that he couldn't breathe.

Tuesday was not much better, as if his body was no longer his, standing there numb all over.

"Do you want to smoke?" Seeing Zhang Fulai's refusal to smoke, Song Qing's eyes showed malicious intent.

"I, I draw" Zhang Fulai took a trembling step, and every time he took a step, his heart trembled, as if he was the one who drew the lottery.

Dead sign, dead sign, dead sign!

Tuesday kept shouting in his heart, his eyes fixed on the two wooden sticks, his eyeballs popped up, as if they would explode at any moment.

As long as you draw the lottery yourself, the person behind doesn't have to draw it, because there is no suspense in the result, either he dies or I die.The moment he stretched out his hand, Zhang Fulai pretended to be calm and smiled, and hesitantly moved his fingers back and forth above the two remaining bamboo sticks. It was not until Song Qing saw that he was in a hurry, and urged him sharply again, that he snapped Grab one of them and slowly pull it up...

The stick seemed to be several feet long, and it was pulled up bit by bit, and the end could not be seen no matter what.

Zhang Fulai was watching, watching on Tuesday, and the eight deserters who survived were also watching. Song Qing, Zhao Xueqi, and Changping soldiers were all watching. Everyone stretched their necks to look at Zhang Fulai's hand. He was already sweating profusely, and his heart was beating so fast that it seemed about to explode.

The wooden stick was only as long as a finger, but Zhang Fulai seemed to have passed several hours, and the next Tuesday felt like a year of torment, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

No matter how slow Zhang Fulai drew, the wooden stick was still so long. Finally, the wooden stick was completely exposed from Zhao Xueqi's hand.

dead sign!

"Alas!" Zhao Xueqi sighed slightly the second he saw the death lottery, looked at Zhang Fulai with pity, and said in a low voice, "You have won the short lottery!"

At the moment when the dead lottery was drawn, Tuesday made an "ah" sound, jumped very high, and then sat down heavily on the ground, smiling foolishly.

Zhang Fulai seemed to still refuse to believe that he had drawn the dead lot, so he pulled out the last remaining bamboo stick, but as everyone knew, he had drawn a short lot, and he was the one who had to. To die! [

"No, I won't, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, woohoo"

In an instant, Zhang Fulai lost all the strength in his body, and the calmness he had just pretended to be had been replaced by panic and fear. Because he was so frightened, he broke down and howled.At this time, if he stopped crying, he would find that there were still many crying around him.

"No, no, no, no, I don't want to die. My family still has my mother, and I have a younger sister"

Zhang Fulai couldn't stand anymore, he slumped on the ground, facing death, he was just an ordinary person, how could he calm down and suffer death peacefully.

So what if he is not reconciled, he is doomed to die, because this is the military order of Jinzhou Army Tie.

"kill him!"

There was no sympathy or pity in Song Qing's voice, and the Changping soldiers threw nine long knives in front of Tuesday and the eight deserters.

"Pick it up and kill him!" Song Qing roared loudly.

The nine people looked at each other, and bent down hesitantly to pick up the long knife on the ground. The moment they picked up the knife, more than a dozen firecrackers were aimed at them at the same time from a meter away.

"If you want to survive, kill him, quick!" Song Qing kept threatening, he had no patience.

Under his threat, the deserters began to slowly approach Zhang Fulai on the ground. Their hands were trembling, and it seemed that it was difficult to make a move.After realizing that someone was approaching him, Zhang Fulai jumped up nervously, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the long knives raised in the hands of his companions.

"If he wants to live, he has to die! Otherwise, you have to die!"

Song Qing seemed to like this cruel game, and took another step forward, roaring like a devil, threatening the deserters to fight immediately.

The more people who are afraid of death, the more desperate and crazy they can be in order to live. Under Song Qing's threat again and again, the deserters knew that they had no choice.

Tue staggered forward a few steps, swung his long knife at Zhang Fulai, and yelled at the eight people, "If he doesn't die, we must die! Let's do it!"

The deserter who got the long lottery first also shouted: "Kill him! Kill him!" Without any hesitation, he raised his knife and slashed at Zhang Fulai.

Panicked, Zhang Fulai instinctively raised his arm to block it, but the knife hit him on the shoulder, and the knife cut into his shoulder. The blade had already cut into the bone. will be cut off.

Blood sprayed out all at once, spraying the deserter all over his body, on his face, brows, nose, and mouth. It was wet and had a fishy smell.

Zhang Fulai screamed in pain, clutching his arm and begging for mercy, "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The deserters who saw the blood stopped in their tracks, and soon, the second and third stabs were struck one after another.It was unknown which knife was fatal, and soon Zhang Fulai fell into a pool of blood, his body twitching continuously.The ground is full of snow, and the white snow has now turned into red snow.

The deserters looked at the ground in horror, their hands trembling violently, the blood on their faces made them shudder, and Zhang Fulai's twitching body impacted their hearts.

If it was me who drew the death lottery, it would be me lying on the ground!

"He died, you survived!"

Song Qing knelt down to check Zhang Fulai's breath and confirmed that he was dead. After getting up, he took a long knife from a deserter and chopped it at the neck of the corpse. cut it down.

"Did you see it! Anyone who dares to run away in front of the battle will end up just like him!" Song Qing raised his head ferociously, and swept past the nine deserters one by one.Wherever his head went, there were pale faces.

The killing was carried out quickly, and 67 deserters who had drawn the death lottery were beheaded by their companions, and a fresh smell of blood was added to the air again.

The corpses were moved together, and the heads were piled up together. Two bloody piles were piled up, and the lucky deserters were forced to stand there and watch.

At some point, the bustling soldiers of the Beijing camp suddenly fell silent. They stared dryly at the heads of corpses, and they felt an inexplicable panic.

"Damn it, this man surnamed Shi is not human. He is not murdering, but frightening. Let's go, stay away from this evil spirit." Zhao Shunshui saw the sixth deserter was killed by a knife, and cut him off. The back of his head was a bit unbearable, and he barely saw the present, all because he wanted to save face and didn't want to make his subordinates laugh.What's the use of a dignified Mr. Qian who can't even stand killing people.

"Yes, yes, the Jinzhou army is fucking inhuman, Eunuch Gao shouldn't have saved them, let them die." The two hundred households were also dumbfounded, and hurriedly followed Zhao Shunshui to the camp. The farther away from these Jinzhou evil spirits, the better.

After the sound, someone was talking, "If you run away because you are afraid of the enemy and death, then General Ben is here to tell you that if you really do that, you will find that no enemy or death is as scary as me! Remember, there is only one chance!" Shi Dayong's voice was not very loud, but it was heard clearly in everyone's ears.