Chapter 42: The Massacre

"Let's go, let's go!"

In front of Wangchuan Mountain, on the official road of ten horses, a long team is slowly moving forward.

It was a peculiar procession, consisting mainly of two parts, one of the servants and the other of the white-clad prisoners.

Along the way, the lone wind howled and cursed incessantly.

Deng Guilin wore a purple robe, rode a dragon horse, walked in front of the team, listening to the continuous insults behind him, his eyes flashed with viciousness, and he sped up.

In less than half an hour, the team came to the top of Wangchuan Mountain.

This mountain is three hundred zhang high.

In the drizzle, the fog is rising, with a chill, churning.

On the left, there is a mountain cliff.

Below the cliff, the Nanjiang River branches, and the water is turbulent.

"Let's do it!"

Deng Guilin put his hands behind his back, looked at the river below, and said indifferently.

Behind, Jiang Li's body trembled, his eyes were full of horror, is it really killing?

But Deng Guilin's words, he didn't dare to refute, waved his hand, and three hundred executioners walked out, carrying a bright knife on their shoulders.

Whew......

The wind is louder.

"Take the prisoner!"

A servant shouted at the top of his voice, spreading throughout the entire Wangchuan Mountain.

"Deng Guilin, Jiang Li, you must die a good death, Your Majesty will avenge us. ”

"This official has been an official for 30 years, and he has never been corrupt or bribed, but he was sentenced in vain. ”

"Mother, I'm afraid ......"

"Jiang Gou, my son is a general in the court, there is always one thing, you will find your sin, eat your flesh, and sleep on your skin. ”

Soon, three hundred so-called prisoners were taken to the left cliff and forcibly pressed to the ground, with their heads facing the river below.

"Cut!"

With a shout from the officer.

Three hundred executioners raised their machetes and quickly fell.

This knife cuts off the vitality and judges the yin and yang.

The sounds of scolding, crying, complaining, etc., all disappeared in an instant.

Three hundred pillars of blood sprayed out.

Three hundred human heads, falling vertically into the river.

The rolling river, with a hideous human head, flows to the south, and there is no way back.

Immediately afterward, 300 headless corpses were kicked into the river by the executioners, splashing the yellowed river red.

"Bringing prisoners ......"

The official shouted again, and three hundred more prisoners were taken to the edge of the cliff and faced death.

More prisoners, whose mentality is almost on the verge of collapse, in the most helpless state, waiting for death to come.

Without that person, in the face of death, there would be indifference.

"Gollum ......"

100,000 officials watched the bloody scene, couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their palms sweated, and their whole body trembled.

The heart of man is fleshy, though it is ...... Sometimes it's fed to the dogs!

"Emissary, are they really all killed?"

Jiang Liang stepped forward, attached it to Deng Guilin's ear, and said in a trembling voice.

He is an official who reads the books of sages and sages, holds a government decree pen, and writes all the decrees of a state, not a border general who wears armor and holds soldiers, kills thousands of miles of corpses, and shrouds the corpses of horses.

Living in a prosperous age made it difficult for him to accept this kind of slaughter.

Moreover, there is no sin in the one who kills.

"Killing, not killing is not enough to calm people's hearts. ”

Deng Guilin said coldly, his face was calm, without the slightest wave, and his eyes were staring at the mountains opposite.

Dead people, he has seen a lot.

In the game of power, not to dominate the life and death of others is to put one's own life under the knife of others.

Time is being lost little by little.

The clear air on the mountain, shrouded in the smell of blood, and the cool breeze blowing, very pungent.

The mossy cliffs are draped in a bloody coat.

The turbid yellow river water is dyed blood red, and when you look into the distance, it looks like a red practice.

The surrounding air is shrouded in a layer of blood mist, which breeds sins, buries unjust souls, blood-colored dream demons, and fearful darkness, imprisoning light.

There are more than 30,000 prisoners, which is already more than half.

They will never have a future!

The executioner in charge of cutting off the head, even if he had cultivation, was panting at this time, his eyes were red, and his arms were shaking.

In their eyes, only blood, heads, and corpses remained.

A rich evil aura emanated from them, and the cold gaze made people shudder.

Killing, they have killed a lot.

But the execution of 30,000 people at one time has never been encountered.

After all, the laws of the empire are still very lenient towards the people of the country, except for disobedience, rebellion, treason and other serious crimes, there is no death penalty, and ordinary crimes are sentenced to hard labor.

............

Across the river, on the mountains.

Standing full of people, their aura is extraordinary, and their every move reveals this nobility.

This kind of nobility is the temperament that can only be brought out by having more than a thousand years of heritage and good cultivation.

But at this time, they all looked at the slaughter on the other side of the river with grim faces and stiff faces.

"This massacre was done by the Deng clan to show us!"

Feng Clan, one of the three major clans in Nanzhou, the contemporary patriarch Feng Bu said in a deep voice, under the long sleeves of the Chinese robe, his hands were clenched tightly, and he dared not speak angrily.

He could feel a knife hanging above his head.

"Alas, the four major clans of Yujing ......"

Feng Bu was silent, He Fangchang shook his head, and his face revealed this loneliness.

His identity is the four or three clans of Nanzhou, one of the authorities, the prestige, the county hall, looking at the entire Nanzhou, it can be compared with no more than the number of hands.

But his identity, in front of the Deng clan and in front of the four major clans of Yujing, seems too weak.

The four major clans of an empire and the three major clans of one place, the gap between the two is like a real dragon and a sea shrimp, there is no comparison.

"Nanzhou, sooner or later, there will be chaos, the four major clans have secretly formed an alliance, and they have the support of the Taoist sect, so as to get the help of the sect, and it is very likely to succeed. ”

"Between the two, we have to make a choice, staking the lives of the whole clan and a future. However, judging from the current situation, it is right to take refuge in the four major clans, please see, which forces loyal to the empire have not all been exterminated?"

He Yingcheng pointed to the other side of the river, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The He clan, known as the four major clans in Nanzhou, is actually a force supported by the Deng clan.

Seeing that the Deng clan was in control of Nanzhou, he was naturally happy.

In a trance, he almost saw the Deng family establish a dynasty, he became the founding hero, recorded in the history books, and became a legendary figure who has been famous for thousands of years.

Feng was silent, He Fangchang was secretly displeased, and when he thought of He's backer, his heart was even more uneasy.

The Deng clan is in power, and the He clan chicken and dog ascend to heaven, so where should the two of them go?

The three major clans have been fighting in secret for nearly 10,000 years, can they coexist peacefully?

I'm afraid, it's impossible......

............

Below the river, on a riverside boulder, Su Tu looked at the reddened water, and his face was extremely embarrassed.

"Jiang Li, you are aiding and abusing!"

With a wave of Su Tu's hand, several human heads flew out and landed on the stone, their pupils dilated, and there was still a trace of despair.

"Sure enough, as your lord expected, Governor Su will come to investigate. ”

An eerie voice echoed.

Then, the river exploded, and five black-robed figures rushed out, exuding a terrifying aura, and chain knives flew in their hands, making a piercing sound.

Su Tu took two steps back, drew his sword, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.