Yang Hong hooked his fingers behind him, and several elite soldiers of the Ming Dynasty with a sideways face and hideous eyes rushed forward with a hideous smile, holding down Na Xining's four feet to death, and one of them pulled out the cold-light war knife on his waist, and couldn't help but swing the knife, and with a terrible scream like a dead wild dog, a pool of blood flew up.

Po Ershu and the others looked at the severed hand that was thrown aside and still twitching freely, their faces were dead white, their eyes were frozen in their sockets, and in addition to fear, they were about to empathize with the deep despair, and their throats seemed to be blocked by someone with a piece of stool, and they couldn't make a sound.

The person next to him had already prepared, and roughly pressed a prepared cotton cloth on top of the blood-spraying wound, and then wrapped it tightly with strips of cloth, and then soaked the other severed limbs of Xining in the same way......

Looking at Xi Ning, who was already dying of pain, watching his hands and feet being cut off and thrown away, and hissing so much that his vocal cords were broken, Yang Hong spat on the ground viciously, turned his face away in disgust, straightened the snow-white long beard that was disturbed by the wind, and walked towards Na Ershu and the others.

Seeing this gray-haired, but overflowing old general, he was approaching step by step. Seeing that his back was cut off by several Ming elites, but he was still alive and begging for death, the hearts of Po Ershu and the others were directly cold to the asshole.

"King Yang, could it be that you really want to kill all of our Tile Thorn Mission?" I tried hard to retreat, but I was stopped by my companions, and the voice of the Polshu was already crying. "I'm just an envoy attaché, and I hope King Yang won't hurt the peace between the two countries......"

"What's the panic, the old man is a dignified member of the Ming Dynasty, the governor of the Houjun Governor's Mansion Zuodu, the general soldier who commands tens of thousands of elite divisions in the border towns of Xuanfu, how can he kill some waste who doesn't even have the guts, the old man wants you to tell Ye Xian. Xining is the annihilation of my Ming treason, and his crime should be punished by the nine clans. Such are the people who have betrayed their fathers. He was also embarrassed to use it as a righteous envoy first, so he was not afraid of losing all the face of the tile spurs? Yang Hong glanced at Na Ershu and the others contemptuously, and shouted in a deep voice. Leave all your weapons behind, and get out of here. ”

Hearing this, everyone who thought they were going to die couldn't help but let out a breath of air, and when they heard this, their knees, which were almost so soft that they fell to the ground, finally had the motivation to support.

Before they could finish walking tremblingly under the watchful eye of those Ming Iron Horsemen, they heard Yang Hong's shouts again. "If you really make peace with me Daming, you will put down your sword and send me back to the emperor, otherwise, the old man will not be so polite next time."

"King Yang, rest assured, the villain will definitely convey your meaning to my lord." Ershu squeezed out an ugly smile, and the gray face followed his companion in a hurry, as for that Xining, it was his business. "If he is really our Mongolian man, maybe Lao Tzu will come out for it, damn, he is a castration who can only pretend to be forced behind his back and has no eggs, if it weren't for him, maybe there would be no such thing." Finally ran to the side of the mount, turned over and got on the horse, and the more he thought about it with his companions, the more he was filled with hatred for Xining.

And Gao Yun, the last one climbed on the horse's back, looked back, and saw Yang Hong's white-bearded flying figure, couldn't help but clasp his fists and salute, shouting violently, and the horse galloped away with those thorn spirits riding the horse, although the excitement and excitement in his heart could not be vented, but at this moment, his drooping face was full of happy smiles......

"Dadu Governor ......" looked at the hasty backs of those thorn thorn tartars, and Yang Hong, who was immediately swept away, with a meaningful smile on his face, suddenly heard the sound of galloping hooves behind him, and an excited roar, he couldn't help but turn his head and saw a personal soldier who was left behind in the mansion galloping under him with a happy face, turned over and jumped off his mount and fell to the ground: "Yu Dadu Governor, the court came to envoy, and the Governor of the Great Metropolitan Chi Wei Jingshi guarded the imperial tile thorn of the Xuanfu Palace, and Jin Jue was the Marquis of Changping." I also ask the Metropolitan Governor to reply to the order quickly. ”

"Marquis of Changping? Hehe...... I don't know if Your Majesty will regret the old man's move after knowing what he did today. Yang Hong was slightly stunned, and then chuckled. Someone, put Na Xining in a wooden box and bring it with ......"

"Obey the orders of the Grand Governor!"

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Horses galloped into the night, and finally got away from the town of Xuanfu and Yang Hong, which made them tremble, and when they reached the foot of the Great Wall, the Tile Spur Mission was sitting around the campfire, biting the beef and mutton jerky they had prepared, but the fear in their hearts was still not gone, and the whispers were like countless nasty green-headed flies circling in front of the fire.

"Xining is dead, what should we do now? The national letters, the guard of honor, were all lost in the Xuanfu, and even our scimitars and bows and arrows, if you go back like this, I really don't know how much fire the prince will make? ”

"Then will King Yang deliberately let us run, and then send troops to kill us?" One of the Tile Thorn cavalrymen couldn't help but think of one of the most common methods used in tribal warfare on the steppe.

"Shut up, do you bastards want to eat whips? Have you warriors of the steppe been frightened? Disturbed by the discussion of his subordinates, Ershu couldn't help but shout loudly, and in an instant, the squeaky cavalrymen who were originally like a group of panicked rats couldn't help but stop the noise and discussion, and buried their heads one after another.

When he saw this scene, while secretly breathing a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but sit down by the campfire a little dejected, like chewing wax, grinding the lightly salty beef jerky with the root of his teeth, and his heart was in a mess.

When they came south, the high-spirited envoys of the Tile Spurs are now like a group of guinea pigs that have been chased by hunters and are unwilling to survive in a dark cave. My heart was full of fear and anxiety, my nerves were tense to the extreme, and my brain still recalled from time to time the scene of King Yang, who had a white beard and white hair, who was as fierce as a blood-devouring beast, whipped that Xining with a horsewhip, and those elites of the Ming Dynasty, mercilessly stabbed everyone in front of the tiles, and forcibly cut off Na Xining's limbs and put them into a wooden box.

Along the way, almost everyone felt the urge to vomit at the thought of a big living person who had been cut off and put into a wooden box, unable to live or die. They have also killed people, and they have also used all kinds of cruel means to kill or hostile tribes, as well as the soldiers and civilians of Daming Border Town, but today, when they watched the fate of Na Xining, they did not even have the slightest courage to resist.

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ps: For scumbags like Xining, it is easy to understand with a knife, and it is really suitable for him.