"That's the trust of the prince, how dare the lower officials not do their best to serve their lives?" Xining didn't dare to be as bright as usual, but listening to this tone, it seems that she shouldn't have to worry about her surname, right? Hurriedly stretched out his hand and respectfully handed the letter to Yang Hong.

"Okay, what a dare not do your best to serve your life." Yang Hong, who took the national letter and threw it to the soldiers next to him without looking at it, couldn't help laughing, and before the laughter stopped, Yang Hong's big hand suddenly raised, and he saw a whip shadow like black lightning fanning directly towards the Xining who was standing in front of him.

Yang Hong has been fighting in the border town all the year round, although he is now close to the sixtieth year, but he still rides a fast horse, and he has a hard bow, a few months ago, he is personally commanding eight hundred iron cavalry, nearly 10,000 iron cavalry, and he also personally slashes several tile spur cavalry, and it is not difficult to deal with ordinary three or five men.

With a crisp snap, Yang Hong's wrist strength was so great that he directly cracked the brocade robe on Na Xining's body, and even the person was pulled to the ground by the power of this whip.

"King Yang, you ......" Where did you expect it, Yang Hong, who was still smiling and groaning, suddenly changed his face, and a big whip knocked the messenger representing the tile thorn to the ground. couldn't help but turn pale, and his hand wanted to press the scimitar on his waist, but he saw the surrounding Daming iron horsemen standing proudly on horseback without knowing when they had already crossbowed in their hands, the black and bright iron arrows with a ghostly light, as if they were poisonous snakes spitting snake letters were staring at them, and the hands of Po Ershu couldn't help but freeze in the air, from the pair of cold and blood-devouring eyes, Po Ershu felt undisguised killing intent and cold blood.

"The old man is teaching the Ming Dynasty a lesson, if you know each other, let the old man get aside." Yang Hong's electric eyes flashed, and he coldly swept over the people of Ershu, and his originally warm voice suddenly turned cold, just like the spring that was still a breeze just now, turned into a harsh winter with a blizzard.

The cold and piercing gaze that was like a sword drawn from the cold pool of ten thousand years, like a basin of snow water poured on the heads of these thorn tartars, so that everyone in the mission who was about to move lost the courage to try to resist in vain.

"King Yang, he is now my Watt Thorn Envoy, if you do this, you are not afraid of the wrath of our prince? Aren't you afraid that your son of heaven will not be able to punish the crime? He shouted loudly, but his confidence was insufficient, not so much a roar as a pleading.

Yang Hong didn't even pay attention to the technique, and slowly walked down the rolling on the ground, pressing in front of Xi Ning, who was howling in the sore spot that was whipped by the whip. With a wave of his hand, he was whipped down hard, and this time, Xining's throat was like a broken gong that had been smashed, and it was so miserable that it was like letting a group of ogres turn his rice.

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Yang Hong was unhurried, the whip shredded his clothes, and the whip was whipped the sound of Xining rolling on the ground, and every time he whipped it, he would ask coldly.

"The Lu of the Eater, the worry of the King, this sentence, I think you have also read it in the forbidden, right? The emperor is not waiting for you, dare to carry it?! ”

"The land of Liaodong belongs to the territory of my Ming Dynasty, although you are not Han people, but you live in Liao, you are naturally the people under my Ming rule, how dare you call it not my Ming people?!"

"You are neither my Ming people, nor the tile spur people, since you are willing to serve the tile thorn today, then why don't you owe allegiance to my Ming Dynasty?!"

"The people of the morning and the twilight, how can they still talk about loyalty and filial piety?!"

With Yang Hong's questioning, the crisp sound of each whip hitting Na Xining's body made them shudder, such as whipping on the faces of Ershu and the others, and their hearts.

The fur and brocade robe on Xining's body have all been torn, and every time he whips down, he will bring up a bright red blood trough, and the splashed blood, along with the whip, will be thrown on the face of Boershu and the others, but they don't even have the courage to wipe it.

Gao Bin looked at Xi Ning, who was already screaming so badly that he couldn't speak, his skin was broken, and he was whip marks, and subconsciously stretched out his smile and licked the blood splashed on the corner of his mouth, and the saltiness from the tip of his tongue did not make him feel any discomfort, but there was an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

After dozens of whips in a row, he was whipped unconscious, and then he was woken up, so repeatedly Xining was already covered in bruises, that is, there were a few hideous blood marks on his head and face that he was trying to dodge, and the small Mongolian-style pointed helmet on his head didn't know where it was flew, and the pleading look on his deformed and distorted face was like a wild dog that had been taken into the slaughterhouse. "The Governor spares his life...... Ask the Governor to spare the slaves and maids......"

Hearing the intermittent sound of begging for mercy from Na Xining's mouth, Yang Hong, who had already sweated on his forehead because of the activity, gasped a few times, looking at Xining, who didn't even have the strength to roll, his voice couldn't help but reveal a burst of happiness: "Are you begging for mercy now?" ”

"You can remember, you went south to my Daming border town with the army of watts, how many fields, villages and towns did you destroy me, how many people did you hurt, how many people did you kidnap, and when they begged for you, you would have mercy?!"

"Under the Bauhinia Pass, you actually dared to falsely spread the emperor's will, and induced the garrison to be the capital of the imperial Shi Sun, and the general of the garrison fell into the annihilation plan of the people, so that thousands of soldiers were killed in battle, and the Bauhinia Pass was broken, so that my Ming Yanjing was in danger of falling into the hands of the tile thorn thief, did you ever think that there would be today?" Yang Hong lowered his eyes, staring at Xi Ning, who had no strength to struggle anymore. The angry rebuke made the hearts of everyone present feel like a boulder, but all the soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty couldn't help but have hatred on their faces, and stared at Xining who was like a dying wild dog with resentment.

And those thorny tartars, I don't know when, had already gathered into a pile and crowded into the corner of the inn, like a nest of quails, trembling there.

"Spare you?" Yang Hong laughed loudly, and under his white eyebrows, there were a pair of eyes like a blood-devouring tiger. "If the old man spares you, how can he be worthy of the millions of soldiers and civilians in Xuanfu Town, Daming Dynasty?"

"If the old man spares you, how can he be worthy of General Sun and the thousands of Ming elites who died under the Bauhinia Pass, as well as the countless souls of the Ming soldiers and civilians who were killed by the thorns?!"

"The old man won't kill you now, because your dog life is really not worthy of defiling the treasure knife on the old man's waist that kills tartars."

"The old man will order someone to chop off your limbs, cut them into minced meat, feed them to the wild dogs, put you in a wooden box, and send them to Jingshi, so that everyone in the world can see what the fate of those who betray my Ming should be! At least, in these days when you left Xuanfu to Jingshi, you can't die, you should be glad that it is, hehehe......" After venting, Yang Hong, who seemed to have comfortable bones all over his body, couldn't help but explain to Xining with great interest the disposition of him.

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ps: The second more arrived, well, there are still too few recommendations, is it a character problem? I implore the students to refuel, work hard, and let Zhu Zhu rush forward!