The second person who drew lots was a tall young man, Song Qing couldn't help but be surprised when he saw his figure, this kid was considered strong, why wasn't he singled out and killed in Shahe that day.

Xu is acting in a hurry after dark, so he missed this kid, Song Qing thought so. Immediately smiled coldly, look at how lucky your kid is!

"What are you doing in a daze, don't smoke it yet!" Song Qing snorted, feigned the tip of the knife, and threatened the tall young man to kill him immediately if he didn't smoke it again.

Zhao Xueqi was afraid that Song Qing would suddenly kill someone, and he was busy urging the young man: "Hurry up, smoke quickly, maybe it's a raw lot, if you don't draw it, you will die immediately" In his heart, he scolded the butchers of the Jinzhou Army for being a dog, Shahe killed a thousand people, and now they want to kill people, don't they know that these deserters are not soldiers at all, they are just helping farmers who have just put down their farm tools and picked up their swords, and they expect them to fight like you after a few days of training, joke! Also engaged in military law, what is the law of the army, are these people your soldiers in Jinzhou!

It seems that it is not safe to follow this surname Shi, this guy kills people without blinking, or follows Gao Gonggong safely, and the future is more appropriate. However, if Wang Tiande is unwilling to do it, I am afraid that this matter will be yellow

Zhao Xueqi was a little distracted, and it wasn't until the young man's hand stretched out in front of him that he came to his senses, and hurriedly clenched it for him to pump

Like the one just now, the tall young man was just as nervous, and his hand was also shaking, but he didn't hesitate for long, and reached out and pulled out the second ......

He didn't close his eyes, but went directly to see the result, and when he saw it, he was instantly relieved - he drew a long lot.

"Okay, you're alive, stand over there!" Song Qing didn't say a word, and waved his hand to signal the young man to step aside.

"Next!"

The third one was still a long lot, and the deserter who won the lottery was immediately relieved, and he ran aside excitedly. However, the breathing sound of the remaining seven people continued to get worse, and although the three people in front of them were lucky to survive, the chances of them being unlucky to draw a short lot increased invisibly, and these points could kill them at any time.

People are so peculiar, when the death of others can bring life to themselves, everyone is cursing these two people who have drawn the long lot. If someone else dies for them, they will be ecstatic and will not sympathize with the unfortunate companion at all.

The fourth lottery was a middle-aged deserter, who should be close to forty years old, I don't know if Lu Dao is old, he has seen a lot in the world or it really doesn't matter, or if he was frightened, he actually grinned at the others behind him, and then walked in front of Zhao Xueqi, pointed to the three companions who drew long lots, and asked: "I want to draw the short one, will I be killed by them?" ”

"One person, one knife, do you think you can still live?" Zhao Xueqi replied angrily, when is this, this guy still cares about this, with your body, can you take nine knives?

After hearing this, the middle-aged deserter exhaled, seemed very calm, and said to himself: "Well, God wants us to die, we can't live, if we want to live, we will definitely not die!" Middle! Smoked! He casually drew a wooden stick, and then raised it, and it turned out to be a long stick!

"You're lucky, get over there!" Song Qing waved his hand.

The middle-aged deserter was relieved, owed to Song Qing, and then walked to the side, muttering as he walked: "We have all said, our father will protect us, and our mother will protect us."

This is followed by the fifth and sixth ...... The strange thing is that after drawing eight people in a row, none of them drew the short lot, which made Song Qing and Zhao Xueqi wonder, it doesn't make sense, even eight of them are raw lots!

Zhao Xueqi even secretly glanced at the sign he was holding in his hand, and found that it was indeed a short sign, and he was convinced that there was really such a thing as luck in this world.

The excitement of the eight deserters who survived had not yet subsided, and they stood there, obviously trembling slightly, and two of them were shaking badly in their calves. In the snow not far from them, there were several human heads tumbling down, and they were other teams of deserters who had been executed by drawing death lots. The blood rolled to the ground, and the head was gone, and the body that was still spurting blood made them feel more and more precious to be alive. They swore that they would never run again, never again

In the world, there are good and negative, some people rejoice and rejoice, and some people are unlucky, crying and afraid.

The remaining two deserters were so white that there was no blood at all, their teeth were clucking up and down, and a young man in front of him was even more like his soul had been lost, looking at the last two sticks in Zhao Xueqi's hand in a daze, as if he was stupid.

The eight deserters who drew the long lot knew that this young man used to be a guy from the rice shop in the county seat, surnamed Zhang, and his name was very festive, called Fulai. Of all the men, he was the least courageous, and the rebels had fought before. When the cannon was fired, he was counted as the fiercest and the fastest. The other surname is Zhou, I don't know what his name is, everyone calls him Tuesday on weekdays.

There are only two left, one of which must be a dead lot, there is no doubt that one of the two Zhang Fulai and Tuesday will definitely draw a short lot, and then be killed!

As long as the death lottery is drawn by themselves, the other nine fellow villagers will kill themselves mercilessly, as a way to prove their loyalty to the Jinzhou army and prove that they will never retreat from the battle again.

Is he the damn one?

Zhang Fulai and Tuesday have no choice, they can only resign themselves to fate, either he draws or I draw, there can be no other ending.

Zhang Fulai's face was dirty, as if he hadn't washed his face for several months, and he couldn't see what it looked like at all, but there was a big scar on his forehead, as if it had been cut by a cannon, and the blood clots were clotted on it, and it was still bright red.

At this moment, his feet were like a thousand pounds, he couldn't lift them, his chest was also very stuffy, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Tuesday wasn't much better, as if his body wasn't his anymore, and he stood there numb.

"Do you smoke or not?" Seeing that Zhang Fulai refused to smoke, Song Qing's eyes showed ill intentions.

"I'll smoke" Zhang Fulai took a trembling step, and every time he took a step, his heart trembled on Tuesday, as if he was the one who went to draw lots.

Dead Sign, Dead Sign, Dead Sign!

Tuesday kept shouting in his heart, his eyes fixed on the two wooden sticks, and his eyes burst out, as if they would blow up at any moment.

As long as you draw this lot, the person behind you doesn't have to draw it, because there is no suspense about the result, either he dies or I die. The moment his hand stretched out, Zhang Fulai pretended to smile calmly, and his fingers moved hesitantly back and forth above the two remaining bamboo sticks, until Song Qing was in a hurry and urged again, he grabbed one of them fiercely and slowly pulled it up......

The stick seemed to be several feet long, and it was pulled up bit by bit, and the end could not be seen.

Zhang Fulai was watching, Tuesday was watching, the eight deserters who survived were also watching, Song Qing, Zhao Xueqi, and Changping soldiers were all watching, everyone stretched their necks and looked at Zhang Fulai's hands, but Zhang Fulai was already sweating profusely, and his heart was pounding, as if it was about to explode.

The wooden skewer was only stretched out to the length of his fingers, but Zhang Fulai seemed to have spent a few hours, and the following Tuesday was even more tormented, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat

No matter how slowly Zhang Fulai draws it, the wooden stick is so long, and finally, the wooden stick is completely exposed from Zhao Xueqi's hand.

Dead Sign!

"Alas!" The second he saw the dead lot, Zhao Xueqi sighed slightly, looked at Zhang Fulai with pity, and said in a low voice: "You won the short lot!" ”

The moment the death lot was drawn, Tuesday let out an "ah", jumped high, and then sat down on the ground with a heavy butt, smirking stupidly.

Zhang Fulai didn't seem to believe that he had won the death lot, and pulled out the last bamboo stick left, but as everyone knows, he drew a short lot, and he is the one who must die!

"No, it won't, I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

In an instant, Zhang Fulai lost all the strength of his body, and the composure he had just pretended to be had been replaced by panic and fear, because he was so scared that he actually cried out loud. At this point, if he stopped crying, he would find that there were many more cries around him.

"No, no, no, no, I don't want to die, I still have a wife, I have a sister"

Zhang Fulai couldn't stand anymore, he sat on the ground, facing death, he was just an ordinary person, how could he calm down and suffer death calmly.

What if he is unwilling, he is destined to die, because this is the military order of Jinzhou Military Iron.

"Kill him!"

Song Qing's voice did not have a trace of sympathy or pity, and the Changping soldiers threw nine long knives in front of Tuesday and the eight deserters.

"Pick him up and kill him!" Song Qing roared loudly.

The nine people looked at each other, hesitated and bent down to pick up the long knife on the ground, and at the moment when they picked up the knife, more than a dozen fire guns were aimed at them at the same time.

"If you want to live, kill him, quick!" Song Qing kept threatening, and he didn't have much patience anymore.

Under his coercion, the deserters began to slowly approach Zhang Fulai on the ground, their hands trembling, and it seemed that it was difficult to start. After finding someone approaching him, Zhang Fulai jumped up nervously, gasping for breath, his eyes fixed on the long knives raised in the hands of his companions.

"If he wants to live, he has to die! Otherwise you will die! ”

Song Qing seemed to like this cruel game, and took another step forward, roaring like a demon to intimidate the deserters to start immediately.

The more people who are afraid of death, the more desperate they can be crazy in order to live, and under Song Qing's coercion again and again, the deserters know that they have no choice.

Tuesday staggered a few steps forward, waved his long knife at Zhang Fulai, gritted his teeth at the eight people and shouted: "If he doesn't die, we will die!" Let's do it, everyone! ”

The deserter who was the first to draw the long lot immediately shouted: "Kill him!" Kill him! Without hesitation, he raised his knife and slashed at Zhang Fulai.

Zhang Fulai panicked, instinctively raised his arm to block, but the knife hit his shoulder, slashing into an inch, the blade had already been cut on the bone, and if he used harder, he was afraid that Zhang Fulai's arm would be cut off.

Blood splattered out, and the deserter was covered all over his face, brow, nose, and mouth, wet and smelly.

Zhang Fulai screamed in pain, he covered his arms and begged for mercy in pain: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!" ”

The deserters who saw the blood did not stop, and soon, the second and third knives were slashed one after another. I don't know which knife was fatal, and soon Zhang Fulai fell in a pool of blood, his body convulsing constantly. There was snow all over the ground, and the white snow was now turning red.

The deserters looked at the ground in horror, their hands trembled violently, the blood that came to their faces made them tremble, and Zhang Fulai's convulsive body constantly impacted their hearts.

If I am the one who wins the lot, I will be the one lying on the ground!

"He's dead, you're alive!"

Song Qing squatted down to inspect Zhang Fulai's breath, confirmed that he was dead, got up and took a long knife from a deserter, cut off the neck of the corpse, and with a dull sound of entering the flesh, Zhang Fulai's head was cut off entirely.

"See! Whoever dares to run away from the battle will end up like him! Song Qing raised his head hideously and swept in front of the nine deserters one by one. Everywhere I looked, there were pale faces

The smash was carried out quickly, and the sixty-seven deserters who had won the death lottery were slain by their companions, and once again a fresh smell of blood filled the air.

The bodies were moved together, the heads piled up, the two piles of corpses were bloodied, and the lucky deserters were forced to stand there and watch.

I don't know when, the lively Beijing camp soldiers suddenly quieted down, they looked at the headless corpse with dry mouths, they had an inexplicable horror.

"Damn, this surname Shi is not a person, he is not a murderer, he is a mother's scary. Let's go, stay away from this fierce god. Zhao Shunshui couldn't stand it a little after seeing the sixth deserter killed by a random knife and cut off his head, and he barely saw it now, all because he wanted to save face and didn't want to make his subordinates laugh. What is the use of a dignified thousand presidents, who can't even stand killing people.

"Yes, yes, this Jinzhou army is not a fucking human, Grandpa Gao shouldn't save them, how good it would be for them to die" The two hundred households were also stunned, and hurriedly followed Zhao Shunshui to the camp tent, the farther away from these Jinzhou fierce gods, the better.

After that, someone spoke, "If you flee because you are afraid of the enemy, because you are afraid of death, then General Ben is here to tell you, if you do so, you will find that no enemy and death are less terrible than mine!" Remember, you only get one chance! Shi Dayong's voice was not very loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.