"Forget it."

Wang Zheng shook his head, took the waist knife of Liu Bujia Ding outside from Huang Yang's hand, threw it on the ground, and said casually:

"Liu Zeqing, to this point today, you are still greedy for small profits, it can be said that you are eating the consequences, what is the point of being the chief soldier as your part?"

After Wang Zheng finished speaking, Liu Zeqing's face became more and more pale, and he stared at Wang Zheng for a long time, but he had rare courage to sneer and sneer:

"Wang Zheng, it seems that even if I keep my voice down now, you still want to take my life?"

Seeing that Wang Zheng calmly did not speak, Liu Zeqing picked up the knife on the ground, not that he didn't want to fight, but that he had no possibility of a successful surprise attack at all.

After Huang Yang came in with a few soldiers with knives, he didn't quit, and Wang Zheng didn't say much, those soldiers were staring at Liu Zeqing's every move at the moment.

In addition, there are countless soldiers at the door of the house, Liu Zeqing has no doubt that as long as he shows a little bit of his feet, he is afraid that before he can make a move, he will be restrained by a few soldiers in the house.

"Hahaha, Wang Zheng, it's all here, what's the matter, you still have to let them guard, it seems that you are not as rumored, the three thousand heads in Liaodong should be all good and risky, right?"

Liu Zeqing already had a posture of completely ignoring the imminent death, and he said everything, if ordinary people heard it, they would immediately refute it, but Wang Zheng heard this sneer, but there was no movement on his face.

Instead, he turned his back with his hands and said calmly:

"Liu Zeqing, it's all here, there's no need to take advantage of this kind of tongue, you have no possibility of escaping today."

Speaking of this, Wang Zheng sighed and said lightly:

"Mr. Liu, do it yourself, it's better to keep a whole corpse."

Liu Zeqing saw Huang Yang and the soldiers of the Dengzhou battalion who were approaching a few steps, he suddenly laughed, took a few steps back with a knife, suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked:

"Wang Zheng, my wife, son, daughter..."

Hearing this, Wang Zheng didn't even look back, turned his back and laughed, and said:

"This town is naturally willing to be an adult and send Liu Zongbing's family to reunite."

After speaking, Wang Zheng waved his hand, and Huang Yang stepped forward with a star, sandwiched between the two, and looked at Liu Zeqing coldly.

Liu Zeqing looked at this person's back in fear, and the last trace of courage on his body also vanished, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

In the end, he knelt down again and cried:

"Mr. Wang, you have a lot of adults, can you let me go as a fart?"

"Ugh..."

Wang Zheng sighed, Liu Zeqing immediately felt hope when he heard it, and was about to climb forward to beg for mercy with a look of hope, but he heard Wang Zheng sneer a few times and said:

"Since General Liu doesn't even have the courage to cut himself, General Huang, give him a ride!"

Hearing this, Liu Ze retreated in panic, watching Huang Yang get closer and closer with a murderous spirit, while Wang Zheng still didn't move, and he knew that there was no possibility of repentance.

At that moment, Fang Cai's pitiful embarrassment immediately turned into a crazy yell, struggling to get up and about to grab the waist knife on the ground, Huang Yang saw it, caught up with a step, and stepped on the blade of the knife with his big feet.

Looking at Liu Zeqing coldly, Huang Yang picked up the knife under his feet and stepped forward with the knife in Liu Zeqing's frightened eyes.

The sword flashed, and blood gushed out.

Liu Zeqing was wearing the Ming-made iron armor of the Shandong General Army, covering his neck with blood gushing like a spring, pointing at Wang Zheng, who didn't even move the whole time, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, and fell to the ground weakly.

This general soldier who has been rampant in Shandong for more than ten years died in his own house in such a sad way, the past is like the wind, and it makes people sigh!

Huang Yang spat at the corpse at his feet, and threw down his waist knife in disgust, at this time, there was a commotion outside the house, and a man dressed as a literati was pushed into the house by several regular soldiers.

This person is the dog-headed military advisor who gave Liu Zeqing all kinds of bad ideas - You Duanlu.

In fact, You Duanlu's hiding is more interesting, and the soldiers of the Dengzhou battalion did not notice it at first.

Not long ago, a family of people came to hide a person in their well, it seemed to be Liu Zeqing's dog-headed military division, and the regular soldiers who were searching nearby always took people over to take a look, hey, there is really one hidden in this well.

When it was discovered, You Duanlu held the well rope with both hands, stepped on the bucket, and hid in the well.

When he was escorted over by the soldiers, You Duanlu was already frightened enough by the formation outside, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get in and escape, and kept asking the escort soldiers along the way if they could give him a way to live.

At first, the soldier ignored him at all, but then he was really annoyed, so he casually answered and asked Zhentai.

When I entered the house, I saw blood all over the ground, and General Liu Dabing, who had been powerful in the past, was lying on the ground silently, the blood had just coagulated, and a person was carrying his hands on his back, and several generals were also staring at him.

You Duanlu was weak in both legs at that time, and he fell to the ground with his buttocks.

Forget it, Huang Yang and the regular soldiers who escorted him in immediately smelled a sour smell, a puddle of fishy yellow liquid on the ground, and the military advisor of this dog day was actually scared to pee!

A few regular soldiers took a few steps away in disgust, respectfully saluted the man on his back, and said:

"Qiyu Zhentai, You Duanlu bring!"

Wang Zheng waved his hand, turned to look at the man who was sitting on the ground, and asked with a smile:

"Master You, do you want to live?"

"Yes! Wang Zhentai, what do you say to let you go down, what to do in the next, as long as you can give a way to live, it is... It's just..."

You Duanlu originally wanted to say something like going up the knife mountain and going down to the oil pot, but when he thought that he might not be able to stand the pain, he suddenly hesitated.

Wang Zheng didn't care what he was thinking, and said:

"I have been a master to Liu Zeqing for so many years, Mr. You must be familiar with his handwriting, as well as the land deeds of those acres of account books, and the people's fat and people's ointment that Liu Zeqing has scavenged for many years, and he also knows where to put it, right?"

Where did You Duanlu dare to think anything wrong at this time, kowtowing like pounding garlic, just asking Wang Zheng to be able to speak and have a letter to give a way to live.

Wang Zheng nodded, Gao Liang took the regular soldiers, picked up You Duanlu, who was sitting on the ground, and limped into the inner room, finding out the land deeds or something, all of which were transferred to the head of Wang Zheng, the chief soldier of Denglai.

In this room, Wang Zheng didn't want to stay any longer, and took Huang Yang and a few soldiers to the courtyard, and at this time, those who surrendered didn't know where they went.

Wang Zheng found a sunny place to lean on, quietly waiting for news from the inner room.