The sun was shining, and the weather was starting to get hot and humid as we approached June, and thousands of people crowded there by the river outside Xiangyang City to stretch out their heads and look. Some clever vendors pushed their carts and began to sell snacks and other food in the crowd.

Fifty zhang at the gate of the city, there was an old stonemason sitting on a bluestone tablet and knocking it with a chisel, blowing twice and chiseling twice, and the sound was crisp and pleasant.

In the distance, there are people walking through the hole in the city wall to measure and map, and the banner on the head of the city has already turned into a Song-shaped flag waving in the wind, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is a big Song or a small Song.

I don't know who it is, but suddenly shouted "coming", and the people watching outside the city immediately looked at the past, and found that there were indeed hundreds of people strung together by ropes and walked out all the way under the guidance of the warden.

The crowd moved out of the way where they passed, only to stop when they reached a makeshift platform.

Soon, a few people who were familiar to everyone before were dragged onto the stage, and they were disgraced and couldn't see the appearance of being high.

"Sun Thorn History...... Alas...... It's a good official, but it's a pity. ”

"What's good, if it weren't for him, that fat man Zhou would be so rich? These officials deserve to die! That's it, and you have to rebel, I really don't know how thick the sky is. ”

"That is, I heard that he also colluded with the Western Xia people and planned to kill my Great Song Dynasty."

"Huh? And such things? That's damn it. ”

The people below began to discuss, and Sun Zewei on the stage only chuckled, but he didn't have any excuse. Because he knows that stretching out his head today is also a knife, and shrinking his head is also a knife, and he can't escape no matter what.

And it wasn't until today that he understood what he died for, whether he looked down on Song Beiyun and looked down on the king. This young man's fame is not a false name after all, but he covered it up too well and deceived the world.

Unwillingly, but there is no better way, so far I just hope to have a good time.

Sun Zewei knelt there, with a helpless smile on his face, but he could be regarded as a calm death. But the people around him are not like this, some of them are begging for mercy, some are stubborn and some are cursing, and it is chaotic.

At this time, Xiao Song walked forward in a four-grade inspection official uniform, he hung his head slightly, took out an emperor's edict in his hand and began to read it aloud: "Sun Ze is a wolf, and he is contrary to the ...... of the Gang."

After a long edict exposed Sun Zewei's crime, the person kneeling above suddenly cried, kowtowing like a crowd of garlic pounders, but Song Beiyun didn't even look at it.

Then he made a gesture, and immediately a soldier stepped forward from behind and began to push the men into the huge pit behind him. Among these people, there are old faces and yellow hair, and the will to survive makes them fight hard, but where are the opponents of those strong soldiers.

Soon, the pit was filled with people, and they struggled to climb up, but the bound hands and feet and the deep pit filled them with despair. There were occasional cries and screams for mercy, but nothing could be done to prevent the sand from above beginning to cover down.

Sun Zewei sat in it, his expression was calm, and he even had a smile on his face, he looked up at Song Beiyun and called softly: "Lord Song." ”

Song Beiyun turned his head and looked at him condescendingly, without saying a word.

"Lord Song's eyes and hands are all over the sky, and I hope that when he meets him in the future, he can say a word with a clear conscience."

Song Beiyun silently turned around, listened to the crying and wailing of his head, and picked up the second edict again: "More than 140 master and slave criminals were investigated and punished, including 675 people from their families. ”

The people around don't care what is written on the emperor's list, they just want to see people buried, this pit is very big, but it seems crowded to fit hundreds of people at a time, and it is precisely this crowding that will make them more and more painful when they struggle, but it is this pain that makes those people full of pleasure.

"Yo, that girl is so pretty, it's a pity."

"Hahaha, then you will dig her out and take it back as a daughter-in-law."

"Bah, bah, don't say something unlucky."

There was a burst of cheerful laughter around them, as if the impending death in front of them was just a tool for their entertainment. Seeing this scene in Song Beiyun's eyes, he suddenly felt that the people in Mr. Lu Xun's pen did indeed exist, and they existed regardless of the era, ridiculous is ridiculous, but sad is not sad.

The people in the pit were gradually covered with soil, and they knew that they had no hope of life, so they became hideous and began to curse Xiao Song and Da Song.

But the verbal curse is the least powerful weapon in the world, and Song Beiyun only took a few steps forward and could no longer hear those vicious curses, but when he turned around, he could only see the loess gradually covering the top of everyone's heads.

When the pit was filled in, and the cavalry came from the city, they trampled up and down the land on tall horses, until the new soil was as firm as the old one, and four oxen pulled out of the city a camel stone tablet.

Some people say that this is called overlordship, but Song Beiyun feels that this is Wang Ba.

Tens of thousands of catties of the king were placed on the pit where the people were buried, and then the freshly baked stone tablet was placed on the back of the king, which recorded in detail what happened here and why so many people were buried.

Xiao Song stood quietly beside him the whole time, and he felt that the ghostly cry still remained in his ears, and it calmed down a little after a long battle.

After the stele was erected, the surrounding masons and bricklayers immediately stepped forward and began to surround it and start to build the pavilion.

The surrounding people were satisfied, and now they began to disperse slowly, and finally only an old woman selling rice cakes pushed the cart and walked slowly towards the city gate.

"Wait a minute."

Song Beiyun stepped forward and stopped the old woman: "Are there any rice cakes?" ”

The old woman looked up at Song Beiyun, a little scared, she lifted the bamboo strip cover with trembling hands, and there were still a few pieces left in it.

Xiao Song hummed, took out a few copper plates and handed them forward, picked up the rice cake and squatted in a corner where no one was there and ate it, but after eating a few bites, he suddenly spit it out, but he didn't stop, and stuffed the thing into his mouth again.

After eating and vomiting and spitting back and forth a few times, he finally suppressed the strong mental stimulation, stood up and wiped his lips, and walked out still expressionless.

Death was not new to him, but such a large-scale execution was the first time in his life, and the thousand faces of those people before their deaths seemed to run before his eyes like a video that was played repeatedly.

But he knew what he had to do, and there were things that had to be done, otherwise it would not be enough to deter those soldiers, and the frequent rebellions showed that the credibility and deterrence of the upper echelons were not enough to support their position.

In fact, there are not all the people in this pit, there are about 2,000 or so others, those people are not qualified to be suppressed by Shi Wangba, they are all middle-level generals, officials and their families who have followed the rebellion together at all levels.

However, the place of their execution was not at the East Gate but at the South Gate, which was like a hell of flesh and blood compared to the shocking soul of the East Gate. Because it was slashed, it was obviously a much more lively place than the east gate, and some of the prisoners who had not died immediately after being beheaded would attract a burst of cheers from the spectators, and the longer they crawled on the ground, the louder the cheers became.

This scene reminded Song Beiyun of the scene in the book of Revenge of Monte Cristo when people watched the executioner cut off his head, which said that after cutting off the head, he would hit the chest with a sledgehammer several times, so that the blood could spray higher and thus attract the joy of the audience.

Standing on the city tower that was still intact, Xiao Song blew the early summer wind, lying there not knowing what to think, and did not move until nightfall.

Hungry, definitely not hungry, eating a lot of rice cakes is still very filling, and the mood is not heavy, because of the rebellion, they can survive without any reason, but the mental pollution of the whole day today made him really uncomfortable.

After all, he is not a person who can kill for fun, death is actually a difficult thing for any normal person to face, even if his face is expressionless, his heart will still be a little twisted.

"I knew you were here."

Zuo Rou's voice came, and then she lay down beside Song Beiyun, looking through the city wall at the passing pavilion that was still finishing the final decoration.

"Still thinking about those people?"

"Not really, what do you say they want." Xiao Song turned his head to look at Zuo Rou: "There are so many rebels, what are they trying to do." ”

"Figure."

Maybe it's not just the right to figure out, Xiao Song thinks that the right to figure alone will not be like this, what he sees in the history books is not necessarily true, he thinks that most of the rebels, in addition to being really cornered by all kinds of things, the rest may be boring.

Because there are very few young people who rebel, and the real ones who are making trouble are some middle-aged people, what are they trying to do?

I don't know...... This trigger mechanism is really unclear, so let's go back to the Qinglong Garden to start a topic.

"Let's go back." Zuo Rou grabbed his arm: "I discussed it with Sister Qiaoyun yesterday, and today I will let you try Double Dragon Pearl!" ”

Song Beiyun: "??? ”

"Let's go!"

was dragged back by Zuo Rousheng, and ate something casually, and when he was about to ask Qiaoyun what the double dragon play bead was, he came to report it outside.

It is said that the spies found that there were about 30,000 Western Xia cavalry galloping here, as if they were coming to the aid of Xiangyang City.

Xiao Song raised his eyebrows as soon as he heard this, the problem of information blockage came, they may not have received the news that Xiangyang had been broken, but now this galloping cavalry should be less than a hundred miles away from Xiangyang City.

"These people." Xiao Song frowned: "Convene generals at all levels and hold a meeting." ”