Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

It was exactly noon at this time, the sun was hanging down, and the crowd in Fuqian Street was silent, but seeing the Fushan soldiers escorting these military officers over, the two of them were pressed to the ground one by one, and when they were struggling, someone behind them was holding a knife. Look, when the time came, the people on both sides retreated, and the people behind pushed their sabers forward, because they started at almost the same time, the people next to them seemed to hear a puffing sound, and then a dozen heads fell to the ground together.

"Kneel well, don't struggle, do you want to suffer more?"

Seeing this, the other prisoners struggled as if struck by lightning, and the Fushan soldiers who held them down all reprimanded them.

After killing one round, another round, the fallen heads quickly piled up like a hill, and these heads were still hung up to warn those who came after not to be beheaded like these dead ghosts. Throw it on a cart, and take it away and bury it in a while.

Under the winter sun, almost everyone held their breath. According to the custom at that time, the gentry did not like to watch people kill people in autumn, but ordinary people would crowd to watch it, just like watching a big drama. [

But today, whether it is a gentry or an ordinary commoner, they can't take their eyes off it...too many people have been killed.

Those who are educated will naturally think of the killing scenes in the Qin and Han Dynasties. Amidst the sound of drums, a family punishment of tens of thousands of people is just like playing. Those who are uneducated also have a particularly strange emotion, not fear It may be a novelty, or the excitement of watching a murder in the past, but a strange feeling of being involved in a major event. No matter how ignorant people are, they will know that the events in front of them may be written down in history and passed on to future generations. up.

Soon, nearly 400 people were all killed, and their heads were removed and hung separately.The leader is still Li Jia from all over the place, these few days, they have been ordered by the Fushan camp quite seriously.

Before this massacre, although they were still in awe of Fushanying's force and organizational ability, they still complained non-stop.But at this moment, everyone's face was pale, and when they agreed to the errand, they simply tried their best and didn't dare to delay a little bit.

"The last general will take his leave." Zhang Shouren clasped his fists to all the officials present, waited for the officials to return the salute, then turned and left.

"Zhang Guohua's etiquette is still good..."

"fart!"

Zhang Bingwen blushed, and said to the deputy envoy who was speaking: "Jinan City is already under his control, so let's deal with him honestly!"

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"The weather is not very good. Did you see those clouds? It seems that it will snow these two days."

"Have you seen the Tartar camp? The smell of food and wine in Gou Ri is so strong."

"Even if he eats hot food and drinks hot food, we only have dry food to eat. It's really fucking upset."

In the southwest of Jinan City, less than fifty miles away, a group of cavalry wearing cotton armor inlaid with iron leaves and holding long and short weapons in their hands was looking around in the afternoon sun.

The cavalry looked very relaxed, and they all looked very sturdy, and they didn't pay attention to an Donglu camp less than two miles away.

The cotton armor on everyone's body has many marks of arrows and knives, and even the gourd for drinking water and the top of the saddle have arrow sores and knife marks.

Everyone's face is full of travel and dust. It is obvious that they have suffered a lot these days.