Urge your men to go find the people..."

Staff messenger: "Can't delay, as soon as possible."

The existence of Long Ying made him realize that something was wrong.

I am worried that Zheng Qiao will send troops, and I am also worried that other warlord forces who see Long Ying will intervene. The national seal is the foundation of the country. Without the national seal, it means that the established forces have no solid foundation and may be annexed by other countries' forces at any time.

He knew that the young man was deliberately violating the rules and stalling for time, so he wanted to beat him a little and put some pressure on him. The young man was extremely unhappy inside, but on his face he could only accept the order. He had suppressed his anger and was ready to order hundreds of soldiers and horses to go out.

Breathable.

I saw my step-brother with a proud look on his face.

Adopted brother: "Where are you going to lead your troops this evening?"

The young man said: "Looking for someone for the envoy."

The sworn brother suddenly smiled proudly: "Such a small matter, does it require you to make a special trip? In order to apologize to you, I have already found someone to do it for you. It's just that the people under my command are not important, and I don't know how many people there are.

A living one... However, they don't live long anyway, so they can be used dead or alive..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man's expression changed suddenly, he tightened the reins and turned the horse's head. Being so ignored by the young man, the young step-brother looked at the horse's butt that was going away, burst into laughter, and slapped his thigh with a smile.

He said to the subordinate officer beside him: "Have you seen the expression on that barbarian? Hahaha! He has done many dirty and smelly things. He deserves to be skinned and sent to hell, and he is here to pretend to be a saint! Bah!"

The young man ignored the arrogant laughter floating in the wind.

He rode all the way to his camp.

Before I even got close, I could smell the strong smell of blood wafting in the wind.

The young man got off his horse.

More than two hundred people, old and young, men and women, were like livestock with their necks tied with a hemp rope and their hands tied, curled up and paralyzed in the open space. The blood gathered into a scarlet "stream", spreading and crawling towards him like a small snake.

of feet.

Don’t see with your eyes, just feel with your breath.

Half of the more than two hundred people were not breathing.

Some of the limbs are missing, or the body is covered with whip marks.

The elder's hair is silver-white, while the younger one is still in his infancy.

The charcoal fire in the camp glowed with orange light, and the scene in front of me seemed to gradually overlap with a certain scene in my memory. The shadow of a pottery urn appeared in the empty place. Under the pottery urn, there was a red charcoal fire, and the soup was boiling.

They are cries and groans of pain.

The young man held his head in pain.

He took a step back and bumped into the concerned subordinate officer who came forward. He suddenly came to his senses and the shadow of the clay pot holding the fire disappeared.

The subordinate officer asked him in a low voice: "Major General, what should we do with these people?"

The young man stabilized his mind, tensed the muscles on his face, and said with a cold expression: "The living ones will be imprisoned in one place, and the dead ones will be sent to prison."

The subordinate officer holds his fists and accepts the order.

No matter how much I sympathize with these people, I can only sigh.

I don’t know how these people were treated when they were captured. Almost none of them were good, and they suffered heavy casualties. Judging from the costumes, they should all be people fleeing from Xiaocheng or nearby villages. They left their hometowns to find a way to survive, but who knew they would not escape death.

The subordinate officer knew the Major General's temper and specifically told the soldiers to "be gentle" and not to get into trouble with the Major General at this time.

The corpses were cleaned out one by one, with blood dripping all the way.

Soon, it was the turn of a stocky and fat male corpse.

The soldier in charge of cleaning up muttered "strange".

In today's world, most people are on the thin side, with only a handful of bones left, and it's normal for them to be skinny. There are few people as stocky and strong as that man. He couldn't move it alone, so he called for another one.

One raised his head and the other raised his feet, preparing to work together.

result--

A strong burst of force came from beside me.

The soldier groaned and was pushed to the ground.

The body fell to the ground.

"Don't touch him!" A scream like a small animal's hoarse scream came from the mouth of the young man. He leaned on the male corpse, holding the male corpse with one hand, and kept waving the other hand to drive away the soldiers, shouting, "Get out - all of you get out

open ah!"

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The update was stuck today. It should have been updated earlier, but my mother came to chat for a long time, so it was too late. The end of the chapter should have stopped at the two soldiers moving the corpse, but because a paragraph was missing when copying, my hands shook a lot when I added it.

I pressed it twice (the red axis is sensitive to triggering, and with a laggy computer, it tastes sour and refreshing. Fortunately, it is the last paragraph. If the whole text was repeated three times, then I would have to change it all night...), so the last paragraph was repeated, only

I was able to add the same number of words (I ruined my broken chapter, sorry!)
Chapter completed!