There is such a business in the carriage shop that no one wants to mention easily. This business does not violate the law but is not visible to the public. The harvest is rich, but no driver is willing to go unless forced or money is really tight.
Of course, this business is not something you can take if you want to, or you can't take it if you don't want to. Once an order comes in, you have to take it even if you don't. As for the coachmen, they naturally need the proprietor or shopkeeper of the carriage shop to appease them.
Anyway, in one sentence: Money is not a problem, but you have to do things well.
This afternoon, Hengshun Car and Horse Racing received such a business. The shopkeeper didn't dare to say anything, so he went straight to the boss Liu Hengyi and asked what to do?
"You ask me what to do? You just arrange this kind of thing. Why do you ask me? Can I go to them and push it away?"
So the shopkeeper, who was scolded, hurriedly found the two leaders of the carriage and horse business.
The shopkeeper, who was short in stature and somewhat obese, almost had a fight with two tall and thick men in the team, but he was not afraid of being beaten to death. However, even though the two bosses cursed each other until they finally saw the order handed to them, they really didn't dare to refuse. Take it, the bright red and dazzling Taotie pattern seal on the list makes people feel chills down their backs.
After coming out of the motorcade, the shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead. The original angry expression on his face instantly disappeared, and he played a little tune proudly, which was considered as putting the matter behind him. I won’t come to the convoy these two days to avoid bad luck.
The shopkeeper walked away with a smile, and the two team leaders hesitated for a long time holding the orders with a sad face.
"Let's go and talk to them separately. The worst we can do is lose half of our wedding money this time, and all the extra money will be distributed. For the sake of the money, the brothers will also take care of us."
"Hey, that's all we can do, let's go."
No matter how the two leaders finally persuaded the people below, by Haishi, the convoy was gathered at the station. There were fifteen carts in total, and each cart had a driver. And these coachmen all had a bloody chicken feather pinned to their bodies.
"Botou Li, can this thing really ward off evil spirits?"
"No, take it with you and don't drop it. This is called the Exorcist Blood Talisman. It has been passed down from our line of work for a long time. After you take it, you will not be exposed to bad luck or blood. Otherwise, this trip will ensure your bad luck for three years. Do you believe it? "
"I believe it, I definitely believe it! Please help me take a look again. It seems that the hair is not secure."
"Okay, the buckle hole is secure. If you don't touch it, it won't fall off."
The coachmen who came tonight are all people who are short of money. They are all a little bored and their faces are not very good-looking. They are very concerned about the bloody chicken feathers on their chests. They will look at them from time to time. It seems that they are counting on tonight. This thing is the same.
As soon as Haishi passed, the two commanders called everyone to get ready, and then followed them out of the carriage house and followed the official road to the city gate.
Usually after Xu hour, the city gate is closed and no one can go in or out, but it was different today. The commander took the warrant, and there were several Xuanqing guards in the doorway responsible for checking, and then they entered the city under the supervision of a group of guards, all the way to the weekdays. Car drivers rarely come to the Xuanqing Guard Qianhu Station. However, he did not enter through the main entrance, but went to the back and arrived at the gate of the Black Flag Camp.
"You just wait here. Don't walk around, don't make any noise, and don't look around."
"Uh-huh."
The two team leaders who were rude when facing their own boss spoke softly, hunched their waists, and nodded as if they were speaking loudly to avoid causing trouble. If you look closely, you can even see that their foreheads are covered with blood. Layers of sweat.
Although I knew what I was doing before I came here, when I got there and looked at the dense place in front of me, I felt an invisible pressure. Countless conversations I had had after dinner seemed to come alive all of a sudden. It was scary. I was scared. Own.
After waiting outside the station for about half an hour, my ears were sharp and I heard footsteps coming from inside the station.
"Three cars came in and the rest were waiting outside."
One of them took the lead to lead a car himself, and then ordered the two cars next to him to go in together.
After entering, they first thought it was their own psychological effects. All three of them smelled a fishy-sweet smell. Soon they realized that it was not a psychological effect but that there was a real smell wafting out.
Floating out of a door.
I saw six soldiers coming out of the door, carrying three corpses in pairs.
"Where's the car? Come here, park it right here."
The soldier threw the body onto the cart like a slaughtered pig, then turned around and entered the door again. Corpses were always carried out from the entrance and exit rooms and stacked on the car.
The three coachmen bravely took a few glances at the corpses in their own cars, but they felt uncomfortable all over. All of these corpses had no heads, a scar on the neck, and blood was still flowing. Even some of their hands and feet were still twitching when they were thrown into the car...
No wonder not for the faint of heart. This is completely different from watching an execution at the market gate. At that time, they were watching the fun, but now they are participating in the slaughter.
"Don't stand there! If you can't load it, drive away. Listen to the instructions outside and don't wander around, otherwise it will drip everywhere!"
"Okay, okay!" The usual driving posture was now very stiff. He walked out of the station holding the reins and parked the car on the side of the road. Soldiers from the Xuanqing Guard followed him the whole way. The coachman didn't dare to look back or look around. He felt his nose was itchy, a fishy-sweet smell hit his nose, and his back always felt cold.
Carload after carload of corpses were pulled out, and soon fifteen cars were full. At this time, some people who are still alive are curious. They are all headless corpses. Where are the heads? Of course, this thought can only circulate in my mind. People who understand it naturally don't understand it, and those who don't understand it don't dare to ask now.
The convoy will be escorted by a small flag camp to the mass grave outside the city, and the Fengri City garrison will also send some people over to help after leaving the city. As for the grave over there, the grave has been dug and is waiting to be buried as soon as the body here arrives.
As soon as the convoy left, the soldiers at the Black Flag Camp station became busy again. They couldn't rest tonight.
More than 300 human heads need to be simply processed, wrapped in lime, and then placed in pockets with names written on them. These are "vouchers" and must be verified one by one by people coming down from above. Wrong kills and missed kills are absolutely not allowed. Only after verification will the heads be thrown into mass graves and joined with the bodies.
"Sir, all three hundred and seventeen prisoners have been identified and executed. Please show me!" Wang Yiming was in charge of the coordination and came back to Shen Hao with a list full of red crosses to give orders.
"What about the situation in other places? Have you reported it?" Shen Hao stood at the door and watched the soldiers in the room handling the heads one by one, with a stern face.
"Three reports have been submitted, and the rest have not yet come."
"Excuse me, the statistics must be completed before dawn."
