I saw thousands of infantrymen starting to approach the convoy. Some people stared at the infantry carefully and were instantly shocked.
"Soldiers? They are all soldiers. Come on, kill each one and earn one."
"Yang Dog Thief won't let us go."
The general's face was as gloomy as water, and the cavalry kept gnashing their teeth. You must know that Lord Wu An is a god-like existence in their minds. It is faith. If they dare to insult the faith of themselves and others, if it were not restricted by military law, they would have Just raise the horse bag and kill these dogs.
"Catch them all alive!"
"promise!"
"Capture without mercy!!!"
"Capture without mercy!!!"
"Capture without mercy!!!"
The heavy infantry shouted slogans and constantly surrounded them from all directions, squeezing their space for movement.
After surrounding them, these scholar-officials couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over, slashing and stabbing them with their swords.
It's a pity that the heavy infantry of the Xuanjia Army are the best in the entire Central Plains. They wear heavy armor, which is coated with meteorite iron. They hold a heavy shield, which is covered with a whole piece of cooked cowhide on a thick wooden shield.
No matter how they slashed or stabbed with their swords, they would be able to do almost no harm to the Xuanjia Army in a short period of time.
"1~2~3~Crash!"
All the heavy infantry pushed the group of scholar-officials back with force at the same time, and did not stop until they were pressed to the side of the carriage.
"Tie them all up for me!"
Although you can't kill or hurt others, it's okay to give them a beating. Those who are obedient will be tied up directly, and those who are disobedient will be punished with a few punches.
When the heavy infantrymen wearing full metal armor faced the scholar-bureaucrats who only had swords, it was like catching chickens. They were picked out one by one and tied like rice dumplings.
When everyone was tied up, Gongzi Xun was okay, but Gongzi Ji was completely frightened. There was a smell of urine coming from underneath him. Apparently he couldn't stand the atmosphere and was frightened to the point of peeing.
Some scholar-officials were still struggling. This kind of stubbornness allowed the soldiers to vent their anger, pack a few punches, and then give them a few more mouths.
The scholar-officials were led before the general by guards tied up with two soldiers one by one.
The two people from Tianshou Division took thick official documents and began to compare them.
"Cao Lezhang, 48 years old, male, from the Wang family."
"Proven identity and executed on the spot!"
Zhou Qianshi made a check mark on the official document with a red pen. Immediately, two soldiers dragged Cao Lezhang to his side, pulled his hair, and flashed their swords.
The big head fell to the ground and rolled over, and the blood on the neck spurted out like a flood.
Although the head was taken off, the body still shook a few times unwillingly before softening.
"Qi Fu, 32 years old, male, from the Wang family. His identity has been verified and he will be executed on the spot!"
Another head was chopped off.
The scholar-bureaucrats who came back to their senses went crazy and kept struggling, but all they got in return was an old punch.
"Yang Gan, you thief, you must die a happy death~~~~"
"Ahhhhh~~~~ We are scholar-bureaucrats, and we cannot punish them as well as officials. You, you really want to disobey this world."
"Yang Gan, you thief, you have to die a good death. Even if I am a ghost, I will never let you go."
"Oh my god, take a look, the dog thieves are already lawless."
"XXX, 28 years old, male, king of the camp, verify his identity and drag him aside."
"XXX, 21 years old, male, from the Xie family in the camp, verify his identity, drag him aside and give him a good beating!"
There were more than 200 scholar-officials, most of them from the Wang family camp. These people were basically killed on the spot, while almost all the people from the Xie family camp were beaten up. Although they were not seriously injured, the pain of the flesh and blood was unavoidable.
The scholar-bureaucrats in the king's camp looked confused and stayed aside while the soldiers served them drinks.
The scholar-bureaucrats in the king’s camp all
They were shocked, but they were trembling all over, and there were a bunch of heads next to them.
The soldiers were very professional in groping for valuables from the corpses. Even their clothes were stripped off, jade pendants and other previous belongings were confiscated, and all the loot was concentrated in the hands of the generals.
At this time, several sobbing sounds came from a dozen carriages behind.
The general frowned slightly.
"Go and see if there is anyone who hasn't come down yet."
"promise!"
The soldiers ran towards the carriage behind them, and not long after, a group of female relatives were driven over.
"Who are these people?"
The soldier cupped his hands and said, "Some are family members of officials, and some are concubines of wealthy men."
"Well, let's make a distinction. Kill everyone in the Wang family camp!"
"promise!"
Four or five women were dragged out by their hair. Several shrill screams were heard, and four or five wisps of ghosts were extinguished.
Their corpses did not receive special treatment. They were almost stripped of their clothes, and all valuables, including Bu Yao and bracelets, were collected.
The general threw more than a dozen bags of valuable goods to several cavalrymen. The cavalrymen quickly dismounted and took out their notebooks and began to count them.
The spoils captured by the frontier troops must be counted, accounted for, taxed, and then distributed according to military merit.
Basically everyone can taste the sweetness.
Some of these exquisite jewelry can be exchanged for military merit if needed by soldiers or generals. If military merit is insufficient, money can be used to collect them.
A perfect closed loop can be formed in one go. Anyone who dares to deduct the spoils will be the enemy of all border troops.
If there is a general who wants to embezzle the spoils of war and squander the taxed spoils for himself, I hope no one will report him, otherwise his end will be extremely tragic.
After several years of training and war, the border army has more people who can fight. Killing a few generals who step on the bottom line is a very simple matter, and it can also shock them.
But what disappointed Yang Gan was that the generals of the border army were almost very disciplined, even the generals on the Liaodong side were very disciplined.
It has to be said that if you control your subordinates, do not feel wronged, give them enough money, and train them with loyalty and patriotism, there will be almost no possibility of rebellion.
The general came to those who had not yet been executed and watched them being executed.
"Ah~~~You will not die well, Yang Qian, Yang Qian~~~~ You are a thief who has no king, no father, and no moral education. Even if I die, it will be~~~~"
Before he could finish speaking, the horse spear in the general's hand was like a poisonous dragon drill, and he was nailed to the ground directly.
A large amount of blood flowed down. The scolding official looked at the long handle on his chest in disbelief. He coughed a few times and suddenly spurted out the blood in his body. His head tilted and he fell to the ground. There was too much air coming out and not enough air coming in. He could not survive.
When Gongziji was escorted over and knelt on the ground, the ground was sticky and mixed with blood, and he suddenly screamed loudly.
"Ah~~~~!"
"You, you can't kill me, I, I am the direct son of the Wang family."
"I am a scholar-official, and I am a noble son! If you kill me, you will die too."
Gongziji's face was filled with fear, tears and snot ran all over the floor. He grabbed the leg of the soldier next to him and refused to let go.
"Since you didn't insult Lord Wu An, I'll give you a treat!" the general said calmly.
Gongziji stared with huge eyes, and the frightened expression on his face almost turned into a ferocious look.
"If you kill me, you will be in trouble. If you kill me, your family will be buried with me. I, I can't die~~~~"
Seeing that the other party was not moved at all, Gongziji began to cry and runny nose, and kept begging for mercy.
The general frowned, picked up the horse and stabbed it hard, and a shrill roar came from
Gongziji looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief, his eyes widened.
Picture after picture kept flashing through his mind.
Power, wealth, land, women.
Why did you die here?
There is obviously a lot of power and wealth waiting for you to enjoy.
Obviously there are so many women who can accept his favor.
In a daze, he seemed to see the unscrupulous smiling faces of those brothers who were not dealing with him in the family mansion when they learned the news of his death. They must be very happy.
Gradually, the image in my memory changed to when I was a child. When I was a child, I was very naughty and kind-hearted.
He often lived with the children of sharecroppers, but when his father found out and ordered him to kill the friend he had played with since childhood, he was heartbroken.
The shadow-covered dad said to himself: We are scholar-bureaucrats, not tenant farmers, not untouchables. We are people from two different worlds. We should treat them well, but we must use both kindness and power to draw clear boundaries.
Suddenly, a picture appeared.
It was a face full of childishness, but it was covered in blood and had an expression of disbelief.
Gongziji's face was full of bitterness, and his pupils gradually became dilated.
"Gouwa, this, this is probably retribution. I'm coming to find you. Nohara, forgive me..."
"boom!"
Pulling out the horse's trunk, Gongziji's body fell heavily to the ground.
The eyes that were red and full of fear revealed a strange look of relief.
After everyone was killed, the scene was ignited with flames, and the clothes of these nobles were useless.
Those who can afford it may not be able to wear it.
I can’t afford what I want to wear.
What's more, the clothes of the dead are always somewhat unlucky.
So it doesn’t matter how much it’s worth, it’s all over once it’s burned.
The scorched smell mixed with the smell of rust made the whole place feel like Shura purgatory. The corpses of hundreds of people were in the raging fire, and the smelly and disgusting corpse oil flowed out all over the ground.
After killing all the royal family members, the general dismounted and walked towards the remaining people.
"Kacha, kacha!"
The sound of metal armors colliding with each other sounded, step by step, as if stepping on someone else's heart.
Those in the Xie family trembled uncontrollably. Who is this?
This damn god is a killer. He kills all the scholar-bureaucrats and members of the noble family. Is this going to turn the world upside down?
When a large shadow covered the people sitting on the ground, they raised their heads tremblingly. The flames of the corpse behind them made this person look like a peerless god of death.
"Are you from the Xie family?"
Young Master Xun looked defeated, pursed his lips, and his voice trembled.
"Yes, I, we are from the Xie family."
"Well, go back and tell your family master that our border army has fulfilled its agreement with you, and you should have a share of the Wang family's territory next."
Gong Zixun suddenly raised his head, his face full of disbelief, and his eyes still had strong confusion.
