When the head of the Handan clan, Shibin, was found, it was already the seventh day of the destruction of Handan City.

He was caught in a secret cellar in the inner city, and when he was caught by Zhao Bing, his body was stinking, his face was covered with a fluffy beard, his uncombed hair was tangled and hanging down his shoulders, his clothes were very dirty, his face was pale and withered, and his eyes were red with hunger.

The Zhao soldiers were not polite at all, carrying buckets and dousing Shibin with cold water, and after throwing him a coarse garment, they took him out. Facing the autumn wind, blowing him all over the body, the guests guessed that this was going to see the conqueror Zhao Wuxian of this city, if he wanted to kill him directly, why bother, just cut him with a sword.

"Where is the head of the Handan family?" He didn't speak for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

What answered him was the silence of the Zhao soldiers, and the heavy pushing behind him, until the dense bell rang in Handan, and the Zhao soldier who had caught the guest turned back to him and said the first sentence.

"You came out at the right time."

He was taken to the eastern city of Handan, where only rustling footsteps could be heard along the way, and the cuffs on his wrists clanged.

Handan City had settled down from the war, the barricades in the streets and alleys had been removed, and the Zhao soldiers armed with spears patrolled in columns. During the day, the curfew has been lifted, and there are men, women, and children gathered under the community tree in Waiguo Gelilu, buckling pots and bottles, singing and dancing, praying for the war dead.

When Shibin passed by, those people did not have the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox in their eyes, and they did not have much anger towards Zhao Bing. Zhao Wuxian fulfilled his promise. did not harm the people in the city, not only restrained the soldiers from plundering. He also sent the soldiers from Handan back to reunite with their families, and at the same time promoted the benevolence of the Zhao family.

But. The people of Handan did not despise the Zhao family because of the "benevolence" he showed, because while showing tolerance, Wuxian also showed them his cruelty......

The sky was grey, the late autumn was cold, and the long, continuous rain began to fall in the early afternoon. Despite this, the fathers and elders of Shen Handan City, as well as the elders and the elders of the Li, were all invited here, and the entrance to the East City was crowded.

The Shoin was driven through the circle they had formed, and found the men looking at him with fear and a hint of sympathy.

When he walked into the circle of Zhao Bing, Shibin finally saw his young master Handan letter.

The last head of the Handan clan lay quietly on the mat. There was no trace of life in the cold body, he died so quietly, so peacefully, that he must have been asleep when he was killed.

"The head of the house, the servant is a step too late......" Shibin fell to his knees, and when he looked up again, he saw more, more corpses......

There is an extra torture table in the East City, and there are countless wooden frames. Icy rain and fallen leaves are flying all around. The male members of the Handan clan who were more than four feet old and knew by Shibin were hung on wooden frames, long ropes pulling dozens of corpses to swing in the wind, and rain trickling down their faces.

"If he is guilty. Hanged to slain! Zhao Ying admitted that if he was defeated during the battle of the Communist Party, the punishment he would suffer now fell on the people of the Handan clan.

In a flash. Shibin smelled blood, and he experienced death and ruin. At the same time, he also understood Zhao Wuxian's plan.

The fathers and elders of Handan City have come to watch this dark dance of death, and the victor intends to show his might and brutality today. Let everyone lose the courage to resist.

And in this cruel punishment, he was the only one left who was not punished......

……

Zhao Wuxian came wearing armor, the bronze looked even heavier after being washed away by the rain, and the edge of the armor obscured his eyes staring at the corpse.

As early as when he convened the dignitaries of Handan, he announced: "The Zhao family has its own family law, those who rebel against the clan and the enemy will be killed, and those who rebel against the big sect will be the clan!" The follower can be spared, but the first offender cannot be let go. ”

At first, the people didn't take it seriously, because Zhao Wuxian's methods were really incredibly mild after breaking the city, and the people suffered less nuisance than when the Zhongxing clan was there.

But soon, Handan Xin's body was brought up.

"I gave him a dignified death, he will be the last head of the Handan clan from now on, and this clan will die today."

Subsequently, one after another captured members of the Handan clan were arrested, and some of them were killed in the previous internal purges of the Handan clan, leaving only some of them who had the benefits of the second qing, and wanted to be enemies of the Zhao clan, and instigated the Kun brothers of Handan Wu and Handan Ji father and son to rebel against Zhao.

So these people also tasted the consequences, and they were put around their necks one by one by the Zhao soldiers, and then hanged on a wooden frame.

Handan has been bred for a hundred years, and countless children and grandchildren have been born in several generations, and today a total of seventeen men over the age of fifteen have been executed, and Handan's branches and flowers and leaves have been swept away.

Next, it was the turn of those retainers who were loyal to Handan.

"Handan family slaughter Shibin, did you bring it?"

After sending more than a dozen people to the gallows, he looked around and asked, and at this moment, the guests were brought over.

He was shackled, threw himself on the ground and cried a few times, then gritted his teeth and got up, scolding: "The heir of Xuanniao is not only the Ru Zhao family, Handan is also the first and second generation of Handan Jun (Zhao Chuan, Zhao Zhan) fought for the Zhao family, killed Jin Linggong for Zhao Dun, and helped Dazong escape in the battle of Yi. If there was no Handan, the Zhao family would have died early! Zhao and Handan were inseparable relatives, but your father and son dared to kill their relatives one after another!? ”

"Handan used to be the wings of the Zhao family, but now, it is like an arm that is turned towards outsiders, they are the small sect of the Zhao family, but they still betray Zhao Wuxian, rather than waiting for them to rot the whole body, it is better to cut it off as soon as possible." Wu Xian said, "The old custom of kissing can't save Handan, let alone save you, bring this heinous minister who instigated Handan to rebel against Zhao!" Beheaded! “

Shibin is still scolding, still struggling, but he is still tied up by five flowers and pressed to Xingtai, where he has to face death.

The executioner was Zhao Wuxian's black-clothed guard, Qi Wan, a native of the Song Kingdom, who held a long-handled iron axe, raised it and swung it violently, heavy and precise, and a fatal blow. He neatly cut off the head of the guest, and the blood splattered on the ground, and it was red. There was an exclamation from the people around him, and the timid closed his eyes tightly, but the smell of blood still kept drilling into his nose.

The lord of the family, who was invincible in the city in the past, was in a different place like this......

After disposing of the last person, Dongshi had already drunk the lives of thirty or forty people, and although Zhao Wuxian had been on the battlefield for a long time, he still felt a little disgusted by this kind of torture that killed the entire clan.

He glanced at the people who didn't dare to move in the rain, and announced coldly: "The Handan clan is dead, and from today on, Handan will return to the jurisdiction of the Zhao clan. “

After speaking, Zhao Wuxian turned around and left this execution ground, and returned to the empty palace hall of the Handan clan that had lost its old master. "I remember you, in March, you played auspicious songs at my wedding." When he saw the musician, he pointed to him and said.

...... "I didn't expect that after half a year, the prince still remembered the villain......" The music official was flattered and hurriedly surrendered. "At that time, Fan and Zhongxing sent assassins to assassinate me, and it was only because the guards blocked that I was not in danger, and at that time, you and the musicians also played heavy musical instruments to help the black-clothed guards defend against the enemy, and the sheng was stained with blood, how can I not remember?"

After a few words of encouragement to the music officer, Zhao Wuxian got to the point. "I want you to make up a poem."

The music official said with trepidation: "The prince is not only proficient in three hundred poems, but also has recited many popular new poems, how dare the villain show off his ...... in front of the prince" "If you want to do it, you will do it!" Chicken night, raccoon hunting rats, everyone has their own duties, I now want to command the three armies, how can I have the leisure to chant poems and recite the moon? It is your duty to collect wind and compose, so you will make up a new song based on Handan's disobedience to the Zhao family, vain attempts to resist, and finally be wiped out by our clan, and then send Handan to sing it inside and outside the city......" "Only ...... The villain will do it. The musician hurriedly complied with his errand, took his leave, returned to his residence to meditate, and finally gathered his colleagues to write lyrics and make up a new ballad of average level, but also catchy.

So at the turn of autumn and winter, when the last rain of the year was sparse, such a song began to be sung in Handan City. "Zhao and Handan, the heirs of the Xuanniao. There is no difference in size, no difference in size. What virtue do you have? I want to bow down! Fight and fight, the superior must be divided! “

The high-pitched melody stopped, and the song turned to lamentation. "Handan once said, Handan once heard, but it is the night wind and rain, the hall is empty, it is the night wind and rain, and there is no lonely soul to find......"

The people of Handan remembered this song, and the small sects and city rulers of the Zhao clan firmly remembered the lesson sung in the song, the Handan clan's grasshopper shook the tree, and finally lost the lives of the whole clan......

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In late September, after all the Handan clan's territory was taken, only the old nest of the Zhongxing clan, the Bairen and the Dongyang region, were left in front of Zhao Wuxian.

However, after half a year of fierce fighting, Zhao Jun was already tired of the veteran division and needed to rest in Handan. The "General Staff" under Zhao Wuxian was divided over whether or not to continue to send troops north to fight a wave before the snow fell, with some people advocating a heavy position, while others hoped to march quickly and strive to end the war on the central front before this year.

At this time, bad news came from the west.

Zhao Wuxian looked at the information that came urgently, and lost his mind for a moment.

"Cousin, what's wrong?" Zhao Guangde, who came north with heavy grain and grass, asked with concern, he rarely saw Zhao Wuxian behave like this.

Wuxian silently closed the volume, "The Han clan fought a defeated battle, the partial division was annihilated, and now it is retired to Pingyang." “

Zhao Guangde breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Pingyang is not easy to fight, the Han family should still be able to hold on, didn't my cousin say it, as long as Dong Zi holds Jinyang, the Han family holds Taihang, and then ensures that the eldest son is not lost, he can drag the enemy army on the Western Front......"

"That's not all...... Zhao Wuxian sighed, and turned to the guard Qi Wandao: "Go down and let the people prepare two sets of mourning clothes for us, and ask for the highest level of ......"

Zhao Guangde was a little panicked: "Who is it?" ”

Wuxian raised his head and closed his eyes, and a line of tears flowed down his cheeks: "It's my brother in Binh Duong, Beru, who unfortunately died in battle......" (To be continued.) )