In the flat valley, the spring breeze was blowing slightly and there were crowds of people, but Hong Jian could feel the chill running down his back.
Looking at the thousands of his companions who were captured, and then looking at the hundreds of scourges tied up like pigs and dogs, he was in a state of confusion at this moment, wondering what kind of fate would be waiting for him?
Wulu, that reckless man, did not listen to his own dissuasion, which resulted in the loss of a good situation and the death of his body and soul. However, it didn't matter that he died, but he affected everyone. It seems that most people will be accepted by Zhang Sheng, and those hundreds of disasters, if my guess is correct, should follow in Wulu's footsteps, what about me? What is your end? He really couldn't figure it out.
Thinking about his own experience, Hong Zhuang felt mixed emotions.
Once upon a time, I had a warm home, my mother-in-law was still alive, there was no shortage of fertile land, my brothers could still read and write, and their life was relatively comfortable.
Who would have thought that a wealthy man from a wealthy family in the state would target his mother when he was out on a one-day trip. Later, relying on someone from the imperial court to use official power, the wealthy man would frame him, accuse his family, and bring people to arrest her. The dandy took the opportunity to insult his mother, who couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide by hitting a pillar. Aweng and the dandy fought hard and were beaten to death. His brother happened to be out playing and escaped. When he came back from playing with a few servants, the house was already in ruins. The ground subsides.
The culprit must die!
Zhang Jiao's uprising caused chaos in the world. He sneaked back secretly, contacted the villagers, rose up and rushed to the prefectures and counties. I wanted to take advantage of the emptiness of the county to kill and take revenge, but I didn't expect it. The wealthy family had been prepared for it. My brother fell into their scheme and was captured by mistake. Life was worse than death.
I originally thought that my brother would not be able to escape the fate of hanging his head in public. Unexpectedly, God had an eye, and the Yellow Turban soldiers attacked the county. Wulu rescued his brother from death row, and he was lucky enough to survive.
Now that you have rebelled, the world is vast and there is no place for you to stay, so what if you become a thief?
Throw me a papaya, and give me a quince in return!
The grace of survival must be repaid.
Since following Wulu, he has made suggestions and suggestions for him, thinking before and after. After the Yellow Turbans were defeated, he followed him to the Hutuo Valley and tried every means to make him stronger step by step. Who would have imagined that Wulu, a reckless man, was ignorant, greedy and cruel. He only led his men to burn, kill and loot all day long, committing all kinds of evil.
Now I'm fine, my greed has finally reached its end, I'm greedy for Qingqing's life, and I'm also greedy for my brother's uncertain future.
Time is also fate?
"Brother, how will this traitor treat them?" A low voice of inquiry came from the younger brother beside him, which made Hong Jian withdraw his thoughts.
well……
After hearing his younger brother's question and looking at his younger brother who was much taller and stronger than him, Hong Jian sighed.
This little brother is good at everything. His only flaw is that he is simple-minded and likes guns and sticks but not his brain.
How would people treat these people? If you think about it, wouldn’t it be clear? Moreover, I have reached this stage, and I don’t care about my own destiny. Instead, I still have the intention to watch the fun and care about others?
"Aqiang..."
"Zhang Shuai is out..."
"There are also Chief Zeng and Chief Ding. There must be something big going on..."
Hong Jian was about to answer his younger brother's question when suddenly, there was noise around him. Hong Jian stopped talking and looked in the direction of the meeting cave in Pinggu Valley. He saw several people walking towards the training ground talking and laughing.
What was supposed to come always came. Hong Jian put away his thoughts and waited for another arrangement of fate...
Looking at the raging heads on the training ground, the nervous expressions on the faces of the prisoners, and the more than three hundred thieves tied up in front of him, Zhang Sheng collected his thoughts and spoke slowly.
"Hello, brothers and neighbors, thanks to Wulu, we can gather here and become a family. Zhang is very happy and greets us with high fives." When Zhang Sheng said this, he stopped talking and held hands with each other. A slap in the face, a slap in the face, setting the tone for the fate of most people.
The ant thieves, who had long been accustomed to his strange etiquette, smacked each other with their palms, and the sound of slaps echoed in the valley for a long time.
Obedient to the message, many thoughtful prisoners knew that they had saved their lives and had become someone else's bag, and began to make some calculations of their own.
After all the prisoners slowly let go of their tension, Zhang Sheng pressed his hands down to stop the applause.
"Brothers, every family has its own laws, and every farm has its own rules. I, Zhang, am also a commoner. I have suffered from the oppression and cruelty of aristocratic families, and I deeply hate those beastly behaviors that bully good civilians, harm innocent people, and insult women and children. Therefore, under my men, I will never allow such things to happen, nor will I allow such beasts to exist. Of course, I, Zhang Sheng, will never tolerate these beasts who have gone astray. Today, I Zhang Sheng will use the heads of more than 300 beasts to swear here that from now on, anyone in our valley who dares to oppress good civilians, harm innocent people, or insult the women and children of the people will be killed! No matter who you are, I don’t care. No matter how much you have contributed, I will kill you without mercy!"
With these words, Zhang Sheng made it clear that he was full of murderous intent and pronounced the fate of more than 300 tied thieves. Everyone felt a chill in their faces and shivers down their spines.
"Well...Zhang Shuai...I was wrong to wait..."
"Forgive me, I don't dare to do that anymore... wuwu..."
Hundreds of thieves waited for their fate, crying and crying.
When more than two thousand prisoners heard this sentence, they felt lucky compared to them, at least they were able to survive. Many of them secretly let go of some small thoughts.
"Everyone who comes will be slaughtered and their heads hung in public."
If you dare to do bad things, you must bear the consequences!
Zhang Sheng ignored the cries and pleas of the thieves and issued an order to kill them.
Yang Mazi, Zeng Niu, Yu Zhong, Ding Shan, Sun Fu, etc., as well as their subordinates, including the commanders and captains, came out with their guns and walked towards the thieves.
This is also Zhang Sheng's special arrangement. Among the ant thieves under his control, the chance of making a mistake is always greater than that of ordinary thieves. Zhang Sheng just wants them to do it themselves and have a longer memory to avoid making mistakes in the future. Self-aggrandizement leads to self-indulgence.
"Zhang Sheng, Weng Weng is acting like a ghost...ah...oh oh..."
"Commander...rao...oh..."
The spear fell and the screams started, but it was already too late.
Everyone's faces twitched and trembled, the children asked their parents to cover their eyes, and the old people turned away silently.
After a moment, the screams stopped and the curses stopped. The ground beside the training ground was stained red with blood. The corpse was twitching. The blood slowly overflowed from the grass and flowed into the low-lying training ground...
The people were scattered, the place was empty, and the bodies had been dragged out of the valley and buried. More than three hundred human heads dripping with blood were hung high on several wooden poles in the valley, swaying in the valley wind.
Hong Jian is free.
What should be killed has been killed, what should be harvested has been collected, and only Wulu's confidant, himself, has been released.
According to people's opinion, when the two armies are fighting, each has his own master. However, the temple in Pinggu Valley is small and cannot accommodate the great god. Please choose another high place.
Is it really too much to tolerate? No!
As a close confidant of Wulu, I was clearly investigated by others. If I were tolerated, how could they rest assured?
"Brother, let's go."
The younger brother's urging suddenly made Hong Jian feel confused.
Walk? Where to go?
Is King Jingxing in charge?
Zhang Yan's office in Neiqiu?
Hong Jian's eyes swept across the flat valley one by one, including the laughing old and the weak, the playful children, the neat teams, the bunch of trees stained red with blood, and the many trees in the bushes swaying in the spring breeze. Gorgeous wildflowers…
