Anyway, if you leave the Lingjing Prison, you have to go out of the city, and the detour to the West Gate is just a circle, and it doesn't take much effort, and the salt merchants complained in the Yamen of the Salt Prison, and finally had to leave helplessly.

Go out to the right, cross most of the Yancheng, that is, the West Gate, the cross street in the city can be from the East Gate to the West Gate, the salt merchants go out of the city at the West Gate, they have to swagger through the market from the street.

I didn't expect to walk on the street, but I saw people all over the city running towards the west gate, all the way in an endless stream, helping the old and the young, with excited faces and joyful expressions, as if something terrible had happened over there.

Supervisor Wu Zhaozu sent the salt merchants out, and it was strange to see this, and asked the servants in the yamen, but they didn't know why, saying that the government at the west gate didn't do anything, and they didn't know what these people were running towards.

Curious, a salt merchant stopped a common man who was as happy as if he was going to marry a daughter-in-law, and asked him what he was doing in a hurry.

The man was stopped for no reason, hindered his interest, and was about to get angry, but when he saw that it was a group of nobles who were gorgeously dressed and extraordinary, even the salt supervisor of the city was among them, he quickly put on a smiling face and said, "You officials still don't know? The eldest grandson of the Rongzhou regiment has sent people to beat gongs and drums in the city, posted a notice, and said that the head of the Mongols was piled up at the west gate, and the public was shown for a day, let us all go to see, officials, only the Mongols killed the Song people to pile the Jingguan, and they have never seen the Jingguan of the Mongols in the Great Song Dynasty, it is rare to see, why not go? Officials go and see it, tomorrow will be gone! ”

After saying it in one breath, this man made a confession, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he followed the flow of people on the street towards the west gate?

The salt merchants looked at each other, Jingguan?

The Mongols' view of Beijing?

What piles to take? Is it really the head of the Mongols?

There was silence in front of the yamen, and a group of people looked at the crowd of people smiling from the street as if they were watching a big play, and they couldn't believe it.

After being silent for a while, someone suddenly said unconfidently: "Kill the good and risk the merit!" ”

A word woke up the dreamer, and the salt merchants immediately recalled, Xichuan was defeated, and several of the envoys died, and the small Rongzhou regimental training envoy was able to use the heads of the Mongols to pile up the Jingguan, not with the heads of the good people.

The throbbing heart stabilized again.

The salt merchants became active, and immediately some people said angrily: "If you kill a good person and take a chance, sue the court, you must kill his head!" ”

"Yes, yes, why do you dare to pile it up for only one day? I'm afraid that others will expose him! ”

"It's a heinous crime!"

"Let's go, let's go and see, one more person will see one more witness, and the court will investigate it in the future, so that he can't eat and walk around!"

Everyone shouted, and the haze accumulated above their heads because of Changsun Hong's domineering actions disappeared, and it was a sunny day.

The surging sense of justice and the overflowing gratitude of responsibility swung in the chest of every salt merchant, they were righteous in their words, they were awe-inspiring, because of the crowd of people, they did not ride horses, they did not sit in the sedan chair, they walked in the car, pulled up their robes and trouser legs, and ran towards the west gate.

Supervisor Wu Zhaozu was also mixed in, he smiled secretly on his face and was ecstatic in his heart, and he hummed in his nose, as long as he killed the barbaric Rongzhou regiment training envoy, not to mention the matter of salt and profit, at least he could breathe a big sigh of relief.

This bird thief and martial artist dares not to take Lao Tzu seriously and kill your turtle son!

Because the Lingjing supervisor was not slaughtered by the Mongols, more than 20,000 residents in the city were preserved, plus tens of thousands of pavilions near the left and right, there are 100,000 people in Yancheng, and about half of the people are walking towards the west gate on this day.

Outside the west gate of the Lingjing Prison is an open field.

Originally, like other castles, there was a shack near the city wall, and there were many shops and households, and in peacetime, it was bustling with people, just like the castle.

The Mongols came and burned down the house, so it became a white land, with an empty area of more than a dozen acres.

Unlike the noise of shouting and calling friends in the city, it is quiet, no one speaks loudly, only whispers.

The black heads crowded outside the city gate, enclosing a large area, leaving only a circular clearing in the middle of the crowd.

A circle of horses enclosed the land, and more than a hundred Shimen soldiers held hooks and sickles and spears, maintaining order, and people consciously stood outside the circle, showing fear and a trace of excitement, stretching their necks, looking at the things piled inside.

A bloody human head Jingguan is piled up in the center of the clearing, the smell of rancid and bloody gas can be smelled from a long distance, the heads of people are angry and angry, most of them are staring, grinning even though they know that they are dead, but they still make many Song people look at it and be confused.

So all those who came running with excitement and joy came here, as if they had been birds with their wings cut off, and they fell silent, looking silently at the heads of those who had brought death and terror, clenching their fists, and their eyes were filled with angry fire.

The salt merchants stumbled over, and Wu Zhaozu followed.

When I looked up, I gasped, and there were at least nearly a thousand heads in the pile.

The salt merchants rushed forward, rubbed their eyes and rubbed their eyes, and stared roundly.

Then he lowered his head and vomited.

The barbarians looked at them expressionlessly, and there was no wave in their hearts.

Wu Zhaozu discussed with a few big salt merchants, squeezed to the side of the barbarians, identified himself, and expressed his desire to watch closer.

The barbarians were very reasonable and easily let a few people in. Because the eldest grandson Hong has an order, if there are people from the official government and yamen who come close to see it, let them watch it as much as they want, and don't stop it.

Covering his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and facing the stench that was almost stunning, Wu Zhaozu and a few bold salt merchants approached the past, almost from a slap distance.

They have to verify their bodies, and as long as they see clearly that these disgusting things are not the heads of the Mongols, then when they turn around, they will sue the envoy of the system, the envoy of Xuanfu, the Privy Council, and the Imperial Observatory.

But the facts disappointed them, the more Wu Zhaozu and the others looked at it, the more frightened they became, the more frightened they became, these heads next to each other, all of them were with broad foreheads and thin eyes, shaved hair and braids, and they couldn't find any of them with Han characteristics.

Real Mongols.

They don't even have their heads, they're all authentic Mongols!

Retreating a little farther away, several people took down their sleeves to cover their faces, their faces were all pale, and their voices were all vibrato.

"This eldest grandson Hong really has some ability."

"It seems that he is so domineering, but he has confidence!"

"There are so many Tartar heads, and there have not been so many cut off in Xiangyang, why is he still being a training envoy of the Rongzhou regiment?"

"It must have been given to him by Wang Kui, the deputy envoy of the system, and I heard that Wang Kui was promoted several levels because of his meritorious service in fighting against the Mongols."

"It must be like this, so Changsun Hong is so messy, with Wang Kui's instructions?"

"Xichuan Wang Kui has the final say, and Peng Daya has to stand aside, so in this way, Yanli can really only do what he says?"

Several people were frightened and anxious, and discussed for a while, but found that there was nothing they could do.

"It's useless to stay here, it seems that this man's head is real, and he can't be defeated by this." Wu Zhaozu gritted his teeth and said: "You guys go back first, go your own way, and see if you can find someone to suppress him, the Great Song Dynasty uses literature to control martial arts, and there is always someone who can restrain him." ”

(End of chapter)