Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1310 The pit is 297 meters deep
Ganzhou.

On the tall city tower, Xiao Qian pressed his waist knife, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the school field below the city.

Even occupying the Nanronglong and Qianer cities, they fought for speed, which also boosted the morale of the Northern Meng soldiers.

At this time, tell them that they can poke the sky, and they probably won't blink anymore.

After resting all night, the young soldiers regained their vitality and were full of energy, and their killing spirit seemed to be a little bit heavier.

"Shoot!" On the school grounds, a word came along with the cold wind.

Xiao Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking into the distance.

I saw Beimeng soldiers were practicing archery at the target position, with a Nanrong prisoner tied to an empty space, and they were laughing and fighting with each other.Such practice is actually cruel.If one shot is not accurate, they will shoot to death... But they don't seem to want to kill these captives. They are all good archers. They shout once and shoot an arrow, which scares people out of their wits. Scratch but not die.

Such cruel training is exciting for the Beimeng soldiers.

In their murderous eyes, at this time, there is no humanity that should be there.

But for the captive soldiers of Nanrong, the feeling of struggling every second on the verge of life and death is more uncomfortable than being killed by a knife.

"A tartar who is not as good as a pig or a dog! Kill me! If you are a bitch, give grandpa a happy knife!"

"Come on! Come and kill the grandpas!"

"Hahaha, none of my soldiers in Ganzhou is afraid of death."

In the clamor, what they got was the laughter and disdain of the Northern Mengbing
A Beimeng cavalryman in heavy armor seemed to be enraged, and rushed over suddenly, holding a scimitar and stabbing the man's forehead.

With one cut, the head fell to the ground.

The blood could not be spurted out suddenly, and it splashed all over the whole body of the Beimeng soldier. He held the knife cursingly, poohed a few times, wiped his face with a handkerchief, and waved again amidst the laughing and teasing voices of other Beimeng soldiers. He waved his hand and asked them to continue training.

Using enemies to train, the effect is naturally very good.

Training is not only about archery, but also courage, and the courage to kill——

Zhao Shengdong approached slowly, his shoulder almost brushed against Xiao Qian's iron armor, "My lord."

Since Xiao Qian changed his identity, he basically called him "Prince" just like everyone else. This long-lost "Master" made Xiao Qian's slightly wrinkled brows tightly furrowed. As if understanding what he meant, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Don't say it!"

"Before you led troops, you never allowed soldiers to do this. This—why?"

"No reason." Xiao Qian obviously didn't want to explain.

"My lord!" Zhao Shengdong lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "They are captives, but they are also human beings. They shouldn't be treated like this! Even if you kill them with a knife, it will be better than this! Your lord, you are not such a person , I know, you are definitely not! What's more, the soldiers trained by Huang Dasheng, the guard of Qianzhou, are bloody, like real men, and dare to fight us. Compared with Xie Changsheng, the coward of Longzhou, they are simply ...It can be said that they are loyal and courageous, which is admirable! Why do you treat them like this?"

"Huh!?" Xiao Qian finally turned his head, "That makes sense."

"Is that possible—" Zhao Shengdong's eyes showed some light.

"No!" Xiao Qian interrupted him in a deep voice, extinguishing his hope, "Shengdong, you should understand that this is a war, either you die or I die. They are our enemies. If you treat the enemy's women with kindness, those who will be treated like this tomorrow will be replaced by our soldiers. This point must be made clear to the soldiers, and as the commander, I must let myself know even more!"

When he spoke, he was as cold as ice and decisive.

But Zhao Shengdong's gloomy face was still there, and he didn't seem to be convinced by him.

"My lord, you are not like this. You have never been like this before—"

"Shengdong, the former Xiao Qian is dead!" Xiao Qian's eyes flashed a bloody cold light, he stared coldly at Zhao Shengdong, pondered for a while, then sighed, as if softening his voice, as if explaining to him , "The soldiers who led Nanrong in the past were different. They were deeply influenced by Confucianism. They understood those principles well, and they were able to implement and abide by them well. Now I lead soldiers from the North. They are a group of wolves. The wolves. They are aggressive, and this way can better stimulate their blood and determination to win the battle! And—”

Having said that, he paused for a moment.

Meeting Zhao Shengdong's unconvinced eyes, he said coldly: "You are absolutely right, the soldiers under Huang Dasheng are all tough guys, loyal and respectable. But it is precisely because of this that I want to kill their vigor , not to let the rest of the Nan Rong soldiers follow suit."

Zhao Shengdong had been puzzled before, and these questioning words had been held back in his heart for a long time.

After the army stationed in Qianzhou yesterday, Xiao Qian issued several orders in succession.

After deliberately letting Ge Sen kill Xie Changsheng, the guard of Longzhou, he severely reprimanded Ge Sen, saying that he would invite the imperial court to punish him with a salary of one year.Afterwards, Xiao Qian lavishly praised the group of Nanrong generals in Longzhou who followed Xie Changsheng to surrender, and called them under his command, entertained them with good wine and meat, and appointed them as officials to make a wish.Even those Nanrong soldiers who were unwilling to follow Beimeng were let go without any suspicion.As for the soldiers in Ganzhou who fought desperately against Beimeng, he treated them in two ways.Huang Dasheng and other generals did not kill them, but they were all thrown into prison. They even connived at the soldiers treating the captive soldiers like this. They turned a blind eye and watched the cruel atrocities continue...

"There are many ways to kill Nanrong's vigor, why must it be so extreme?"

There was a hint of hoarseness in Zhao Shengdong's voice.

And he was also one of the few people who dared to ask Xiao Qian directly.

For his question, Xiao Qian was obviously not angry.

He pursed his lips tightly, and a cold stern light flashed in his eyes.

"Because this is war, Shengdong! Because I have to let them know—those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish!"

Those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish!

Zhao Shengdong's back stiffened, and he couldn't move.

The mouth of the throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, which was stalked and stalked again, and a pair of handsome eyes gradually turned red.

"Shengdong understands what the Lord means. He also understands these principles, but I—— just can't stand it."

Xiao Qian looked at him lightly for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

In that smile, there was a trace of self-deprecation, a trace of helpless self-deprecation.

"Then how about you change your mind? If you die more today, you will die a lot less in the war in the future. There are so many that you can't even imagine. You have been in Nanrong for so many years, but you still don't know them. Just wait and see, from now on, wherever I fight, I will surrender. If I attack a city, I will surrender another city! There will be fewer and fewer people like Huang Dasheng!"

With a heavy breath, Zhao Shengdong seemed to understand.

But even though he understood, he was still a little apprehensive and tense.

Because this is not the war he thought, gold and iron horses, and passion is never a senseless killing.

"Then my lord—" He hesitated for a moment, and then asked again: "Are you really going to kill Huang Dasheng and the others?"

Xiao Qian half-closed his eyes, his face was full of coldness, he seemed to be thinking, but also seemed to have made up his mind a long time ago, there was no room for maneuver.Just like that, he looked fiercely at the group of Beimeng soldiers who had been laughing on the school field, and said a word lightly.

"kill!"

"My lord!" Zhao Shengdong exclaimed in a low voice, "I thought you didn't kill him during the siege to save his life."

"Yes." Xiao Qian's cold and serious face looked extremely calm, "I respected him and respected him, and I wanted to save his life. But seeing his performance in the prison, I thought I was wrong. He is a man , to help him die for the country, leaving a loyal heart, to show the sun and the moon, is his best destination."

Zhao Shengdong fell silent.

Xiao Qian didn't look at him, and strode away with the knife on his waist.

"Send down the order to take Huang Dasheng and others to the school grounds."

"Here!"

……

……

On the school field, the smell of blood permeated the air.

People can smell the disgusting fishy smell before they get close.

In fact, that is not necessarily the smell of blood, but also represents death and destruction.

The destruction of the body, and the destruction of the soul.

That was the destruction that Xiao Qian didn't say, and Zhao Shengdong didn't seem to realize.

What Xiao Qian wants to kill is not these people, what he wants to destroy is the spirit of resistance of the Nanrong people.

Once the spirit is extinguished, the whole country will become tofu, which will rot when pinched.

At that time, it will indeed be as he said, many people will die less, many people...

Standing on the general platform in the middle of the school field, he stared at Huang Dasheng who was wearing a prison uniform but standing upright.This name is not outstanding, his looks are not outstanding, his military position is not outstanding, he has never been reused by the Nanrong court, and he is not even qualified to meet the emperor. Rong Ren slowly closed his eyes, and after a long time, he spoke in a cold voice.

"Huang Dasheng, I will ask you again, will you surrender or not?!"

"Damn! How can a tiger fall to the dog's ears?" Huang Dasheng snarled fiercely in his direction, his head with disheveled hair was raised high, and he looked at a group of geese flying proudly in the sky, his eyes were cloudy And desolately, at the age of not being confused, he seemed to have turned into an old man whose strength had been drained, shouting loudly.

"My husband, Huang Dasheng, with a body of seven feet, how can he live in the world? Shame the ancestors and shame the world? I would rather the jade be broken here than change my integrity."

After finishing speaking, he slowly lowered his head and glanced at the generals who were following him.

Watching, watching like that, almost suddenly, he shed two lines of tears.

He didn't cry when Qianzhou was besieged, and he didn't cry when he was beaten on the city wall. In the prison, he even yelled at Su He, and never shed a tear.But seeing these suffering brothers and sisters who fought side by side in the past are about to go to the country with him, and thinking about the precarious home and country, he just cried.

"Brothers, Huang Daquan is ashamed of you. He didn't realize that the Tartars and wolves have intentions. Ganzhou City... Ganzhou City was attacked by the Tartars in half an hour. You, you don’t have to imitate me. Ants are still alive, if you come down, I will not blame you. A man was born in a troubled world, when the time changes, change, and wait for the future—”

When it comes to the future, he seems to think of the present Nan Rong, and he can't help but narrow his eyes in pain.

"It's a pity that Mr. Xiao is not here!"

A few words immediately resonated with several generals.

Some people mourned, "The world is full of clouds, Xiao Qianzhu, Nan Rong is dead! General Huang, this matter should be done!"

"Alas!" Huang Dasheng sighed heavily, and suddenly sneered and looked at Xiao Qian who was on the stage, his eyes were full of pride and disdain for him, "Tartar thief! You are here today to make trouble My people, I just took advantage of the opportunity to pick up a bargain. If I, the envoy of Nanrong Xiao, were still alive, I would use my robes of seven feet to dye your northern mountains and rivers red. Who dares to fight with it?"

Every word is like a blade, and the iron blood goes straight into the sky.

Xiao Qian's eyes were already narrowed to the point where he couldn't narrow them any more, the bottom of his pupils were like slits, and his emotions were full of ups and downs!
No one knew what he was thinking, and no one heard him utter a word.

Silence, he is silent...

Zhao Shengdong took a deep breath, as if he couldn't bear to listen to it, nor could he watch it anymore.

Standing on the edge of the platform, he suddenly turned around and looked at the back of the school field——

At this time, there was a sudden cry of women, children, and old people.With a chill in his heart, he turned around abruptly, and saw a group of Beimeng soldiers escorting Huang Dasheng and his family members, about fifty people approaching.

Those people have never been on the battlefield, and they have never even seen the appearance of war.

Overnight, the mountains and rivers changed suddenly.

Yesterday she was an official's wife, but today she is a prisoner, facing death.

Such a change made them cry and cry in fear as soon as they were taken to the school grounds.

"Grand Marshal, please spare me! Please spare my son, he is still young..."

"Generalissimo, my husband has been passed down for several generations, please leave a bloodline for our Huang family!"

"Woooo... Marshal... Please, I am willing to sacrifice my whole family in exchange for my son's life!"

The woman who was the first to kneel on the ground begging for mercy, with disheveled hair and a sad face, was Huang Daquan's mother-in-law.Her cries made all the family members even more nervous, terrified, and afraid. The atmosphere on the school grounds was like dark clouds hanging down, and the feeling of depression in people's hearts was pushed to the extreme.

Xiao Qian watched, his cold eyes half-closed, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Huang Dasheng was so angry that his hands were cut behind his back, and he was also so angry that he stamped his feet.

"Ignorant woman! Ignorant woman! If my family and country are gone, how can my son survive alone? If I make him suffer all kinds of humiliation in the future, why don't we go to hell together as a family today?"

"Shut up!"

"Shut up, daddy!"

"Cry again, you are not my mother-in-law Huang Dasheng! I, I divorce you!"

Amidst his roar, the woman whose face was stained with tears cried and finally closed her mouth, the whimpering sound could not be suppressed no matter what, the tears rolled down and she didn't have time to wipe them off, With both hands tightly holding the little boy who was only eleven or twelve years old, his shoulders were trembling.

A gust of north wind blew across my cheeks, causing pain.

There was a brief silence on the school grounds.

However, cold and warm are meaningless to these people.

The remaining snow on the ridge of the roof gave off a pale and pale light.

The sky was not yet completely dark, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of black cloth, which was an inseparable fear.

No one is willing to die, but—if it is necessary to die, then the best thing is to get a good way to die.

Xiao Qian opened his eyes slowly, without looking at anyone, his eyes seemed to look at an ignorant distance through the miserable wind and rain on the school grounds, a word drifted faintly from his mouth, without any emotion.

"Kill! Not one left!"

"Wait!" A crisp sound like a bell, elegant and dusty, came from the back of the school grounds, like a warm breeze suddenly sent from heaven, blowing into people's hearts suddenly, obviously without too much emotion and laughter However, he broke through the ice so sharply, and wiped out the cramped atmosphere that had shrouded the school grounds for a long time, and made everyone, unable to help but look in the direction of the voice at the same time.

A group of Mohist disciples in black uniforms, surrounded by a woman, walked slowly.

She has a light body, a pretty figure, not half pregnant, with long hair like a waterfall, casually scattered behind the shaved shoulders, and a jasper hairpin tied on her head, the simple style has a shining brilliance, Under the plump and clean forehead, the slender eyebrows are drawn like a pen, and the beautiful eyes are like the pupils of water, deep and dark, which makes people want to be intoxicated, but when you look closely, it seems to be covered with a light mist, pure Like the hot spring water on the Tianshan Mountains, it seems to be full of mysterious and noble power at a glance, and it brings hope to everyone so unexpectedly.

call!
she is so beautiful!So beautiful!
That complexion, soul-stirring, enough to overwhelm a city——

Even if all the painters from all over the world are gathered, they can't draw a single bit of her aura.

Zhao Shengdong's hanging heart fell down with a thud, and a subtle hope suddenly appeared.

If there is anyone in this world who can change the fate of these people.Then, there is only one Mo Jiu.

The premise is - she is willing to save!
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