"What do you say? Are the captives gone? What do you mean? "Lu Peng has a kind of ominous omen.

Zhao Quan's eyes were red, and his fists were clenched: "The official army and the Yellow Turban Army are facing each other, and every time they catch a prisoner, they will be killed in public, and no one will be left behind, so as to deter the people who rise up in the world." ”

Lu Peng froze for a moment, and then suddenly as if there were a bunch of scorpions sitting under his buttocks, he jumped up violently, rushed out of the big tent directly, pulled the war horse, and climbed directly onto the horse.

Xi Zhen Zhao Quan was shocked, chased him out, and asked loudly: "Lord, where are you going?" ”

Lu Peng roared angrily while beating his horse: "I must save those 20,000 lives." Before he finished speaking, he rushed out of the camp like a gust of wind and rushed to Youzhou.

Outside the city of Youzhou, on the bank of the Dasang River, a high platform has been erected overnight, at dawn, the officials and soldiers drove all the people inside and outside the city to gather beside the Dasang River, in the silent morning light, waiting indifferently, there is no ear to ear, there is no shouting and noise, the whole tens of thousands of people are over the sea, wafting is the breath of death.

On the three poles of the sun, with a burst of gong sound, a team of high-spirited officers and soldiers, a column of fierce executioners opened out of the city gate, under the protection of layers of officers and soldiers, Liu Yan sat in the middle of the carriage, Zou Jing rode a horse and walked on a bridle, Liu Guanzhang followed, behind is a group of Youzhou Mansion bureaucrats on foot, extremely angry to the high platform, where they passed, the people have knelt down, buried their heads on the ground, if there is curiosity to raise their heads, they will immediately attract a whip from the cool officials.

A team of officials came to the high platform, Liu Yan got out of the car, arrogantly strode on the stage, Zou Jing and other senior bureaucrats also dismounted, and then took the stage, Liu Guanzhang was fortunate and was also called to his side by Liu Yan as an exception.

As the officials and others finished lining up according to their ranks, Liu Yan nodded, and a small official with a loud voice stood in front of the stage, unfolded the scroll in his hand, and read aloud the text written by Liu Yan himself to the people who were carrying down the black pressure and kneeling.

The text was dull and procrastinated, and the listener was drowsy.

Liu Guanzhang stood in the corner of the stage, even more uneasy.

Yesterday's battle, the three escorted the captives back to the city victoriously, but Lu Peng alone wanted to covet those poor rags, and had to stay to clean the battlefield, but he did not return overnight, and no one came back to report, Liu Bei and others were worried about Lu Peng's safety, and wanted to send people out of the city to find it, but the city gate was under martial law, and no one was allowed to enter or exit, so everyone could only stare at it and be anxious, for fear that something would happen to Lu Peng.

The three of them didn't sleep all night, and they were anxious and finally looked forward to opening the city at dawn, and wanted to send people out of the city to look for them again, but they were called by Liu Yan to watch the execution, and they couldn't be separated, why didn't they rush people?

Guan Yu was anxious, and saw that Liu Bei's mouth was already foaming, and he whispered to Liu Bei: "Brother don't be anxious, when the punishment is over, I will go out of the city with my third brother, and I will definitely find Mr." ”

Liu Bei could only sigh, and tears came down involuntarily: "Bei can only secretly pray to the sky, bless Mr. safe and sound, this execution will end quickly." ”

Zhang Fei also comforted in a low voice: "Don't worry, Mr. Martial Arts is no less than that of the second brother and me, as well as Xi Zhen, even if you encounter the remnants of the Yellow Turban, you should be able to get out of the way." Then he suddenly joked: "Mr. is lustful, maybe he has a crush on a woman, eloped with someone, and went happily with her." ”

Although he obviously knew what Zhang Fei was saying, but thinking that Lu Peng was just a woman on the road that day, and he didn't know where the house was, he sang to people and asked people to elope with him.

While the three brothers were worried, they suddenly heard the person who read it shouting: "In order to punish the unobeyed and to warn the young, you should behead all the rebels by the order of the king, thinking that you have a bad precept in your heart—execution—"

As soon as the little official's words fell, ten big drums rumbled in the audience, and a hundred executioners wearing fiery red robes and showing their chests strode to the huge wooden pier that had been prepared long ago by the Dasang River, and held the steel knives in their arms.

"With a traitor—" With a shrill roar, the roar of the rebel thief came from near and far, and finally disappeared into the distant and huge captive camp.

The gate of the prisoner camp opened, and with the terrible and terrifying sound of whips, a column of prisoners strung with ropes silently walked to the execution ground, without crying or pleading, because they all knew that their fate had been decided, and crying and pleading could not move those high-ranking officials and lords, and they could not let them show even a little compassion. Ask for heaven? The sky has closed its eyes, the sky favors those dignitaries, those wealthy bullies, the sky will not pity the people, the sky is dead.

In this world, life is suffering, and death is liberation, so use the hand of an executioner to free yourself from suffering.

The captive, who was about to be freed, walked over slowly, and then walked to the guillotine, knelt on the ground obediently, rested his head on the huge wooden pier, stretched his neck, and waited for the executioner to execute.

The executioner spat into his hand, then waved the butcher's knife with both hands, and a human head rolled to the ground, and a wave of blood splashed into the mighty Dasang River.

With a kick of the headless corpse, another captive came up, still walking to the guillotine, kneeling on the ground obediently, resting his head on the huge wooden pier, stretching his neck, and waiting for the executioner to execute.

The big knife rose again, another head fell, and another cavity of blood sprayed into the Dasang River.

Next batch.

The knife was blunt, change it, the people were tired, change the batch, and the corpses were no longer piled up, and they were pushed into the rushing Dasang River.

The ones who were killed were numb, the murderers were numb, and the people who watched the killings were numb, and the only ones who were not numb were the officials who stood on the high platform, and the heroes who were excited.

I don't know which captive, when he slowly walked towards death, he sang his unyielding song - the little people are like leeks. Scissors resurrection. The head is like a chicken. Cut the resonant. Officials need not be feared. Small people are never to be taken lightly. But I want to be peaceful. ”

The singing stopped abruptly with the butcher's knife, but more people began to sing, the singing was calm, but through the stone and gold, it penetrated people's hearts. Let the people who are numb to watch begin to change color, let the arrogant officials begin to tremble, and let the hands of those executioners tremble.

"Shut up, shut them up." Liu Yan couldn't sit still, suddenly got up, jumped on the high platform with a pale face and roared.

Countless officers and soldiers rushed to the singing captives, and swords, guns, and leather whips rained down, but there was still no wailing, no screaming, no pleading, but the singing did not stop, still singing and singing calmly and unyieldingly.

"Kill, kill me, kill these traitors—" Liu Yan roared and hissed, like a clown jumping off the beam.

At this moment, a white horse flew in the distance, waving his hand and shouting from afar: "Leave people under the knife, don't kill again, leave people under the knife——"

As the crazy war horse galloped to the bottom of the high platform, and without waiting for the war horse to stop, the man on the horse rolled off the saddle, and then rushed towards the high platform with a rolling belt, shouting as he rushed: "My lord, keep people under the knife, don't kill again-"

With the pleading shouts of the man in the cloak, the executioner lowered his butcher's knife, the song of the captives fell silent, and even the Da Sang River ceased to rise in waves, and suddenly there was only one voice left between heaven and earth.

Liu Yan was furious: "Stop him, stop him quickly, don't stop the execution." Keep killing"

A group of soldiers stopped Lu Peng, Lu Peng kept impacting, constantly jumping and roaring: "My lord, God has the virtue of a good life, these are all living lives, my lord-don't kill again, don't kill again-"

"Who is such a madman? How dare you stir up the execution ground, come on, push this madman out, kill—"

"Your Excellency's mercy—"

At this time, Liu Guanzhang had already seen that the person who came was his husband Lu Peng, and immediately rushed out, knelt down in front of Liu Yan, and kowtowed to Liu Yan repeatedly: "My lord, this person is my husband, and he has contributed a lot in this battle, please forgive him." ”

Liu Yan was even more angry: "Since it is you and other subordinates, why are you so arrogant, kill, kill, kill-"

Liu Guan was shocked, kowtowing like pounding garlic, Liu Bei's forehead was about to bleed: "My lord, my husband is loyal to the monarch and patriotic, this time we are the first to organize Xiangyong, and he is loyal to the imperial court, please forgive him." ”

When the two sides were entangled, Zou Jing, who was disgusted with Lu Peng, stood up and said calmly to Liu Yan: "This son is just a good person like Meng Lang, but this son is a good soldier who has trained him, and he is exactly the person the court needs. ”

A good soldier in training? Liu Yan's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered that Guan Yu also praised his ability in front of him, and said that after the contemporary hermit, this hermit is mysterious, don't kill this guy, but if you offend those herins, then the gains outweigh the losses, so he will no longer be angry, and shouted at his subordinates: "Beat this crazy mess." ”

So those soldiers immediately beat up and blasted Lu Peng out after fighting.

Liu Guanzhang was concerned that Lu Peng was about to step down to take care of him, Liu Yan turned his head and glared at them, and snorted.

Liu Bei was shocked, one in one hand, and grabbed the two brothers who were about to step down, then gently shook his head at Guan Zhang, and pulled the two people to hide in the corner of the stage. I could only look at Lu Peng who was far away worriedly, but fortunately, seeing that Lu Peng was fine, everyone's hearts relaxed a little.

So, the killing continued, the singing continued, the great waves of the Dasang River continued, and the Dasang River was silted up and raised by corpses, stained red with blood, revealing a strange -