Yang Zilu ordered to accept the surrender, but in order to prevent anyone from escaping. Not only did everyone surrender their weapons, but they tied their hands with ropes, and they were in a team of ten. The practice of continuous sitting has also caused some people who want to run away to not dare to think easily.

By the time everything was packed, the sun had already sunk into the western mountains, and it would be dark in a quarter of an hour at most. But at this time, Yang Zilu suddenly ordered all the prisoners, a total of more than 5,400 prisoners, except for those who were seriously injured and could not walk, all the prisoners were concentrated in the barracks of the original Han army.

The barracks had long been revised, changing the external defense to the internal defense, and the inside and outside of the camp were densely covered with Han soldiers who were neatly draped, with swords unsheathed and bows and crossbows wound. Hundreds of torches were inserted in the wooden wall, and twelve two-meter-high torches were also erected in the open space.

Seeing this situation, the prisoners of the Sanyi tribe who were brought in by the concentration immediately thought wildly, and many people wondered if the Han army was preparing to kill them, after all, there were more than 5,000 of them, and it would take at least 800 people to guard them. Coupled with the wounded soldiers in this battle, the Han army went to nearly 1,000 people at once, and there were only more than 2,300 people left, how to deal with the next battle with the Sanyi tribe? It seems that at this time, pit killing has become the best choice.

The more the captives thought about it, the more frightened they became, and many of them couldn't help but secretly exchange heads. However, it was soon discovered by Han soldiers patrolling the crowd. At this time, the soldiers of the Han army didn't care who you were, whether you were a nobleman in the Sanyi clan or an ordinary soldier, whether you were injured or not, you just went down with a whip. The beaten captives croaked and screamed, and immediately all the captives were so frightened that they closed their mouths, and no one dared to talk to each other again. However, this undoubtedly made the atmosphere even more strange and depressing, and even the Han soldiers wondered if their masters were preparing to kill these people, and their eyes became more and more murderous when they looked at the captives.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Sanyi tribe felt that they were not sitting on the cool ground, but sitting on the iron pot full of matches below! That's a torment! And they can't move around, but the Han soldiers are afraid that these guys will suddenly resist.

Although these captives are unarmed, if these more than 5,000 are riots of the Sanyi tribe. Although the Han army was able to suppress it, it also had to pay one or two hundred casualties. Naturally, no one would be willing to accept this kind of avoidable casualty, so regardless of whether the prisoners just sat for too long and wanted to move their bodies, or for whatever reason, as long as the action was a little bigger, they would go down with a whip to prevent some of them from taking the opportunity to rise up, so everyone had the mentality that they would rather kill a thousand mistakes than let go of one.

At this time, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and although the sound of horses' hooves was only made by a horse, it was particularly loud in the camp in the silence of the crackling of torches. The captives immediately involuntarily twitched, and the Han army's heart tightened, and they immediately took the leather whip down to suppress it, and after a while, the captives calmed down.

At this time, the captives and Han soldiers had time to see who was coming, and if they looked closely, it turned out to be Yang Zilu! Yang Zilu did not wear a military uniform at this time, but a snow-white beard suit, and the placket was tattooed with the special pattern of the princes.

Yang Zilu glanced at everyone present, her eyes were so calm that the captives were a little overwhelmed, and they didn't know what Yang Zilu meant. Even if they have some hope now, Yang Zilu's eyes looking at them are murderous, which is better than thinking like this now.

Yang Zilu slowly walked onto the temporary wooden high platform, "Da! Da! Da! The footsteps sounded, and I don't know why the captives felt that these steps were not stepping on the wooden staircase, but stepping on their hearts, and everyone looked at Yang Zilu nervously, waiting for his sentence.

"Drag out all the people who are above the plot and their families." Yang Zilu said in a deep voice.

There was a great chaos below, and when people were facing a life-and-death situation, there were always some people who struggled desperately. But many more people had probably already lost their fighting spirit, kneeling on the ground with snot and tears in their eyes, begging the soldiers who carried out the order to let him go.

But whether it was resisting and struggling, or begging bitterly, in the end it could not change the reality, and everyone was pulled under the high platform, there were quite a few people, and a rough estimate estimated that there were one hundred and thirty or forty people.

Yang Zilu also had a little pain in the flesh, if these people were sold as slaves, they would have five or six hundred thousand yuan! But Yang Zilu knew that these people could not be kept, and it was better to kill 130 or 40 people than to kill more than 5,000 people.

"Kill!" Yang Zilu waved his hand without hesitation.

Ten soldiers with broadswords stepped forward at once, and the soldiers escorted ten people, whether they were crying loudly, or pleading, or struggling with anger, or whatever. can't avoid the first knife, but the second knife is inevitable. The knife and axe hand selected by Yang Zilu are all soldiers who have never seen blood, and this knife will inevitably be a little offset, if it cuts to the skull, it will be crippled, the big knife is stuck, and it has to be pulled out and cut one more time. Even if the captives who didn't have to be tortured were frightened, one by one.

Ten axemen cut once, and then changed another batch. At this time, one of the captives straightened his waist and shouted, "Don't you want to unify the three Yihu? What is a strong man? ”

When Yang Zilu heard this, she was also a little curious, and looked down, only to see that the tiger in this life was more than nine feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a beard below the nose except for the lips.

The doctor Ou Li who was standing in the audience laughed and said, "Why is the strong man here? ”

The implication of Ou Li's words, is the strong man the one who was captured here?

When the man heard this, his face turned red. Yang Zilu waved his hand, signaled the gull to say goodbye, and said, "You can actually write Chinese!" Not bad! It seems to have read the book! ”

"I once spent three years at the Yue Guo Academy!" The man said proudly.

"What's your name?" Yang Zilu asked.

"Han Jiading!" Han Jiading said loudly.

"What you just meant was that if I want to unify the Sanyi Clan, I can't kill you, right?" Yang Zilu asked.

"Naturally!" As soon as Han Jiading saw that there was a play, he was in high spirits and said, "Your Excellency! If you want to unify the Sanyi tribe, how can you have fewer brave and warlike people! ”

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