After listening to Lei Zhutou's words, the Nanyue craftsmen didn't react for a while, and then in the next moment, everyone exploded, countless roars and roars exploded, even if those people were tied up by the five flowers, they were desperately squeezing forward, they couldn't believe it, their lives were doomed like this?

They're going crazy!

Lei Zhutou's subordinates gathered around to prevent this, and they desperately pulled the ropes on the Nanyue craftsmen, roaring angrily, and beating them with the back of knives or sticks, making them kneel down and kneel on the ground.

The Nanyue craftsman first subconsciously wanted to obey, but immediately thought of the impending fate, shrugged his shoulders again, and slammed into them hard.

There are fewer people catching fast than them, and they are desperately struggling like this, and they can't be stopped for a while.

So they beat harder while calling people, and after a while, all the craftsmen of Nanyue were bleeding profusely, and with their unkempt hair and tattered clothes, they looked like ghosts.

"This ...... It's too much!" Xu Xihuai grabbed Xu Wen's arm tightly and asked a little incredulously.

He hated them so much that he ruined the villagers' houses and wounded them. But when he saw their condition, he felt a little sympathy and pity, and now he could not believe it when he heard the punishment given to them.

Don't ask what it is, regardless of priority, just cut off your hands and expel them all?

This punishment is too much!

"How is it, are you satisfied?" The horse-faced man still had a smile on his face at this time, raised his chin towards Xu Erlang and them, and asked defiantly, "Is this considered an explanation?" If you smash your house, you will cut off their hands, and you will give you what you want!"

There was a knife hanging from his waist, neither long nor short, it was a hunting knife.

At this time, he suddenly got up, strode to the side of the Nanyue craftsman, pushed away the side to catch fast, pulled out the hunting knife, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed at the craftsman's shoulder!

He was coming so fast that the craftsman's eyes widened and he didn't react at all.

He watched as the knife fell, his arm parted from his shoulder, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

There was not even pain in that moment, it was all blank.

The next moment, blood gushed out, pain came overwhelmingly, and he finally realized what had happened!

Violent screams swept through the gloomy sky like a whistle, sweeping over everyone's heads. The craftsman fell to his knees, covered his shoulder with his other hand, glared at his arm rolling on the ground, and cried loudly!

Then, a hand walked away from the arm in front of him.

The horse-faced man put the hunting knife back into his waist, held the broken arm with two fingers, and walked slowly in front of Xu Erlang and Mr. Cha.

Until this time, his face was still smiling.

He slapped that arm in front of them and asked with a smile, "Well, is this what you want?"

There was still blood on their arms, and the blood rose and splashed on their clothes.

The two subconsciously took a step back.

"What are you doing here? Your Excellency has already given the order to cut off all their arms! Not one, but two!" the horse-faced man's face changed and he ordered loudly.

All the catchers in the back were stunned by his actions, and they didn't know what to do when they grabbed the group of craftsmen.

They've caught bandits and killed people, but they've never done it to unarmed people!

Moreover, these people did make a big mistake, but did they deserve to die?

The Nanyue craftsmen stayed for a while, and they all went crazy.

This person is their example, and what happened to this person is what they will encounter next.

Why!

"Why!"

A man hissed his voice and shouted out the words in his heart, "Why do we deserve to die?!" The food charcoal that was given to the people of Fengchun should have been given to us! If they don't eat, they will die, won't we? We still have to work! If we don't eat, drink, or burn, we will starve to death and freeze to death! If they want to live, we will also live!"

His voice was like an old owl in the cold wind, hoarse and terrible, very penetrating.

Xu Erlang looked up at him suddenly, moved his lips, and asked after a while, "Those ...... Yours?"

His voice was not loud, but this Nanyue craftsman heard it like a miracle, he let out a short laugh, and snorted heavily, and said: "Don't pretend to be there, where do things come from, you can't think of it? Could it be that these adults squeezed out of their teeth?

Xu Erlang really can't think of these things?

Of course not.

He just subconsciously avoided it.

When he saw the hard-won grain, grass and charcoal fire, he felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and he only saw the hope of life in spring, and felt that these villagers were saved.

Even, after settling down, he ran out again and found some wandering Fengchun people to come back, hoping that they could also settle down for a while.

He didn't think about where these things came from, and he didn't think about their hope, but the despair of others!

"What are you waiting for?" the horse-faced man didn't bother to listen to them, and said a little impatiently, "Lei Zhutou, haven't you already received the order, what else are you delaying? Hurry up, the execution of the execution, it's cold here, and it's warm to go back to the town after the cut." ”

Although the hunting knife is fast, it is not a peerless knife, cutting a person's hand, and there is blood on the knife, a lot of blood.

Now, blood seeped out of the scabbard and dripped along the tail of the knife to the ground, and the horse-faced man dripped a line of blood all the way to the ground.

And this, even more than the blood on the stump arm, was overwhelmingly red, and Xu Wen's eyes were also red.

"Mr. Cha, Mr. Cha...... I, we ......" Xu Erlang grabbed Mr. Cha's sleeve and spoke incoherently.

They do want justice, but it's not the justice they smash at them!

Mr. Cha's face was also a little pale, and he stared at the arm on the ground, pursing his lips.

After a while, he said slowly: "This is not justice for us, it is intimidation." ”

He raised his eyes, stared at the horse-faced man who was walking towards the city, and said in a deep voice, "He wants to scare us so that we don't dare to make any more demands!"

"Then what should we do now?" Xu Erlang stared at the direction of the city gate, his voice a little weak.

The craftsman with the broken arm was still crying, his voice visibly getting weaker. Not to mention cutting off two arms and driving them out or something, if you leave it alone, he will bleed to death profusely.

"Take care of him, take care of him!" a craftsman next to him tried to help him stop the bleeding, but he was tightly tied and couldn't move his hands. He yelled at the side with a crying voice and a desperate expression.

One of the catchers was in a daze, and finally came back to his senses when he heard the cry, and hurriedly grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground and filled it into the wound on the man's shoulder.

Handful of dirt after handful of soil, the blood finally gradually covered up under the dust, and stopped for the time being.

The tied craftsman was quiet at first, but then cried even harder. Tears flowed down his cheeks, washing the dust off his face into furrows.

The bleeding is now stopped, but what about in a moment? it will be him who will suffer like this, no, it will be worse than this......

"I ...... too Powerless. Mr. Cha took all this in his eyes and turned his head away, his eyes full of unbearable.

The head of the thunder catcher in front of him didn't make a sound, just stared at the letter in his hand.

When the horse-faced man slashed with his sword, he jerked his head up, his face full of anger and disgust, but he glanced down at the letter, and finally said nothing.

At this time, the horse-faced man urged, and he finally took a deep breath and raised his head.

He looked at the thirty-eight Nanyue craftsmen, waved his hand, and said in a low voice: "Since the lord has already ordered, then ......"

Before he finished speaking, a voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, asking clearly, "Wait a minute." ”

Lei Zhutou turned his head, and before he could see the person clearly, he heard his next words, his voice was clear and steady, like a gust of fresh air in this anxious and troubled environment, "May I ask you have this decree in your hand, I don't know if you can borrow it from me?"