Six hundred and seventy pairs of eyes looked at the bundle of wooden sticks, and their eyes all fell on the short sticks in it.

A small wooden stick determines a person's life and death. Whether you can survive or not depends on your luck.

"In order to prove your loyalty to this general, the nine people who have drawn the long lot must kill the person who drew the short lot together, only in this way can the general believe that you are really loyal to me, and really accept this last opportunity I give you!"

After speaking, Shi Dayong stopped talking nonsense, raised his hand and shouted: "Be on guard, there are reckless movers to kill!" ”

Immediately, the Changping soldiers raised their firearms in unison, closely monitored the captives, and stared at them motionlessly. There was no sympathy, no pity, just anger and reconciliation - if it weren't for these eggless bastards, this battle wouldn't have been fought so badly, and so many siblings shouldn't have died here!

Not far away, Cao Bianjiao led the remaining one hundred and eighty wolf cavalry to appear in the sight of the captive soldiers. Although there are not many of them, they are still so terrifying, the war knife on their waists is beside them, and the sword light is like practice, which is soul-stirring.

The captives' faces changed rapidly, as if wondering if they should draw the lot. The Beijing battalion soldiers who watched the excitement on the side were even more energetic, and they saw this kind of military law enforcement method for the first time, and they gathered together to laugh and discuss, and they did not take the Jinzhou army in their eyes at all. He had no sympathy for the captives who were about to be executed, but was anxious to see which unlucky ones would draw the lot. There are even a few soldiers to open the handicap to make a bet, the gambling game is very simple, choose two teams on the side to bet, if the draw in the short draw will lose double, the rest will all go to the bank.

The soldiers of this Beijing camp are all scoundrels in the market, and the greatest pleasure of going out is to make money, so when they saw someone opening the market, the soldiers of the Beijing camp immediately gambled. They had no idea that their happiness was based on the pain of the deserters.

The laughter and discussion from the Jingying soldiers reached Shi Dayong's ears, which made him a little annoyed, if it was the past, he would have driven them away, and even took them down, so that he could teach a lesson. Now, he could only force his anger, glanced at them coldly, and ignored them.

The rout was escorted by Zhao Shunshui, a thousand households in Beijing, and stood there with two hundred households under his command, stomping his feet, talking and laughing with the two hundred households, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the masked general of the Jinzhou Army who glanced at him coldly, and couldn't help scolding: "Phew, but a general, what's the big deal!" ”

One of the two hundred households on the side hurriedly smiled and persuaded: "Qianhu is as knowledgeable as that thief, and the people they kill them, let's look at ours." ”

The other lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I listened to the father-in-law of the imperial horse supervisor and said that this Jinzhou general has offended the father-in-law Gao, and there are not a few days to live." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Shunshui pondered for a while, with a cruel smile on his face, "No wonder Fang Cai is tense, it turns out that this general has offended our father-in-law." Hehe, there are a lot of war horses in this Jinzhou army, we have to say hello to the imperial horse supervisor, he bravely guards the camp and eats meat, so he has to give us some soup to drink. ”

"That is, all the good things in this world can't be called to his Yongwei battalion, and the Jinzhou Army's war horses have to give us at least half."

The two hundred households laughed and agreed, and one of them looked at the soldiers who were betting with a swishing eye, and his heart was very hot. When Zhao Shunshui saw it, he kicked him over with a laugh and a scolding. The hundreds of households were so busy that they rushed to the hands of the gambling money, pulled the two of them apart, scooped up their sleeves, and drank a snort: "Lao Tzu is a villager, how much you collect, damn, if you want to win, hurry up!" ”

Shi Dayong's words couldn't be clearer, the Jinzhou army that was like a great enemy was not false, and the captives all knew that if they refused to draw lots, then what was waiting for them would definitely be immediate death.

However, only one out of ten people will be killed, and the chance of winning the short lottery is only one tenth, which means that I have a ninety percent chance of being able to draw alive, and if I draw, if I don't draw, I will die immediately, and if I draw it, God willing, Buddha bless, don't let me draw that short lot

In the face of life and death, no one does not think, they secretly pray, or chant about all kinds of immortals, and even chant about their father's mother in the heavenly spirit to protect themselves.

Almost all of the captives believed that luck was on their side, and they had no idea what would happen if they won the lot.

There is a commotion in the silence, a commotion in the heartbeat.

"The hour has come!"

Shi Dayong didn't have time to wait for the psychological decision of the captive soldiers, and he didn't care what these people thought, because this lot was undoubtedly drawn, and he must kill this person.

He snorted coldly: "Start the lottery!" ”

Immediately, four teams of Changping soldiers rushed forward under the leadership of the officers, they held the roster book, held the signature, and acted quickly and quickly.

One of the Changping soldiers with long knives in their hands was led by Song Qing, and Zhao Xueqi, who was followed by Wuqiao Xiucai, saw him trembling and walked to the front of the easternmost group of captive soldiers, holding ten wooden sticks in his hands, and stretched out his hand to the deserter at the front with some reluctance.

When the wooden stick is really placed in front of you, it doesn't feel like believing that luck is on your side.

When the threat of death is imminent, and the hope of survival is close at hand, how many people are willing to face death head-on?

The deserters have no courage, let alone blood, otherwise they would have been from the rebels and then from the official army, and the cannon fire of the rebels just now exhausted their last bit of courage, at this time, like the walking dead, where is there any resistance to it.

The deserters almost at the same time remembered the thick quicksand river ice, thought of the cold night, the nose, the smell of blood, in addition to the murderous Liao army in front of them, there were also corpses lying everywhere, human limbs and internal organs, as well as the heads of the bombardment, all of them told them clearly that in addition to killing people without blinking, these Liao soldiers in front of them had experienced bloody battles to pick up their lives.

In front of these Liao soldiers who crawled out of the pile of dead, there was only one result of resistance - death!

The heart beat of the deserter immediately accelerated, and the face of the deserter at the front was even greener and scary, trembling even more fiercely than Zhao Xueqi.

"The first team starts drawing!" Song Qing screamed fiercely, and his hideous gaze fell on the face of the deserter at the front, "You come first!" ”

The ten captives of this group were from the same place, and they were all from Qiao County, Beizhili, who had been coerced into following the thieves after the passage of Kong Youde's rebels. Although they were forced to be thieves, they more or less followed the crowd and did things that made their conscience uneasy. There were even two people with human blood on their hands, and now for them, it was a kind of reckoning.

Of the ten people, only nine can live and one die. Who's the damn one, and will I draw one for life or death?

The deserters hesitated, they looked at the wooden stick in Zhao Xueqi's hand in a daze, especially the one at the front, they were even more painful, and they didn't dare to stretch out their hands.

The same scene was playing out in the four teams at the same time, with the same expressions, movements, and even eyes, as if carved out of a mold.

"Pump!"

Song Qing was in a hurry, what about the sixty or seventy teams, if every team was like this, when would it be over?

Song Qing was disgusted with these captives who escaped from the battle, although some of them were his subordinates, and he also put a lot of effort into order for them to form an army as soon as possible and enter the battle as soon as possible, but when they dispersed, Song Qing's first thought was to kill them all! Not killing these gutless bandits is not enough to relieve hatred, and it is not enough to comfort those heroes who died in battle! It is not enough to dazzle those comrades who have fought side by side in the land of Liaodong.

Now the general gives them another way to live, and only one out of ten will be killed, but it is really the heart of the Bodhisattva, to say, it is better to kill them all, what can you do with these wastes? Look at their bears, where is there a man.

But since the general said eleven to kill, then eleven to kill, I don't know which guy is unlucky enough to be stabbed by this.

Song Qing's eyes looked over one by one, and he saw that the deserters were beating drums, and his scalp was numb.

"Pump!" After another shout and scolding, the deserter at the front finally stretched out his hand tremblingly, the military uniform on his body had been torn, in tatters, as if called a flower child, and there were blood marks on his shoulders and back, and the marks of whipping should be due to the previous whipping by the Beijing battalion soldiers. A face is loyal, not half treacherous and disgusting.

Under the gaze of his companion behind him, his hand slowly stretched out to the top of the wooden stick, stopped there, glanced at Zhao Xueqi, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, swiped his fingers above the wooden stick, and suddenly pulled out a wooden stick!

Wow!

He didn't dare to look at what he was pumping, and his eyes instinctively closed. There was silence all around, but he seemed to hear his companion's breathing suddenly intensify.

Song Qing's slight hum came from his ears, "You're lucky, long sign, live, get over there!" ”

Long sign? Live!

The deserter was suddenly ecstatic as if he had escaped from the sky, Song Qing's words were as melodious as heaven, his body was shaking because he was too excited, and he trembled even more than before, and then he let out a sigh of relief, and the whole person relaxed. Some looked back at the other nine people with complicated expressions, muttered slightly, and then lowered their heads and slowly walked to the side, not saying anything.

Zhao Xueqi pursed his lips, he didn't want to be the first to win the lottery, which was too much.

The faces of the other nine people were so ugly, they were both envious and worried, how good it would be if he was the one who won the short lot!

The chance of survival is one percent less, and the psychological fear inexplicably adds another point

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